He stepped forward, forcing me back. I tumbled onto the bed. Jackson’s powerful body leaned over mine, a looming, erotic presence that made my cock throb with need. Another kiss, another touch, his hand stroking my chest, my nipples, my belly, working down to my shaft again as his mouth fanned the flames of my need higher.
“Move up,” he murmured. “Flat on your back. Legs spread wide for me.”
Straightening, he turned to fetch something out of my bedside table and let me scoot myself up the bed with dignity. Which I immediately forgot when he pulled the bottle of lubricant out of the drawer. We’d gone these weeks without using it, preferring hands and mouths, and I’d forgotten I’d put it there for us. The implications shot over my nerves like a bolt of lightning and I whimpered.
Another smirk. “You can’t wait to take my cock, can you. The first cock inside you, theonlycock inside you, and you can’t wait to feel me spread you open. Want me inside you, Bastian? Want me to fuck you until you’re begging to come?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice a hoarse whisper. “Please, Jackson. I want you. Take me.”
“I will, babe. Tonight, you’re mine.” He kneeled down on the bed next to me, cock by my head. With the grace of a predator, he slung one leg over my head so that his taut cock dangled just above my lips. “Right after I fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
I leaned my head up so I could run my tongue in a circle around the head of his cock. He gasped, twitched, then lowered his hips so his shaft slid into my mouth again. I had an incredible view, his muscles bunching and tensing as he took slow, shallow strokes to gauge how deep I wanted him.
I wrapped both hands up and under his thighs to encourage him, even as I moaned against his cock and balls to inflame him. It was easy to lose myself in the act, ignoring everything but his skin on my tongue and the arousing quiver in his thighs. The sudden flare of pleasure when his mouth closed over my shaft brought my attention roaring back to my own body. My cry half-muffled against his cock as it tore out of me.
My hips took over when my attention shattered. Both feet planted on the bed so my hips could thrust up into his mouth. I writhed beneath him, caught up in the blinding sensations of sucking and being sucked, fucking and being fucked. He moaned as I suckled him harder, and the vibrations teased me higher until I wondered how I could take more.
But he wasn’t done tormenting me. Slick fingers slid down my balls, then lower still, until they teased at the entrance of my ass. I almost erupted into his mouth at the first touch, but I sucked his cock harder to regain control over my own body. Focus on your lover’s cock, and yours might not explode at the suggestion that your husband might-
One finger pressed inside me. My eyes almost rolled back into my head. The glorious taboo warred with the physical sensation as he opened me, penetrated me, touched me in a way no one else had done. The bucking of my hips fell still as the feeling of being spread shocked it into motionlessness.
His motion stopped. Just for a moment, just long enough for me to crave more of it. Then my hips started their movement again, rocking towards his hand, begging him to thrust again.
“Oh, babe, you’re open now, and you love it, don’t you,” Jackson growled. “This is almost what you want. Isn’t it. Almost. But you want more. Don’t you. Suck me. Convince me you want more.”
I whimpered against his cock and sucked more. His groans punctuated the thrusts of his hips and his hand as his finger teased me. When a second finger joined the first, I almost lost control again, struggling to take more of him and suck him harder all at once. His fingers slipped out so he could gently pull my balls down and stave off the orgasm that threatened to crest again.
“Not yet,” Jackson said, his own voice breathy with need. “Not yet. You get to come when you’ve taken me, babe. This time, you come with me inside you.”
Panting, aching with the need to come, I lay on the bed as Jackson moved from over me and prowled down to kneel between my legs. Passion turned his expression intense, and I quivered to look at him there, cock hard and intent plain on his face.
He tipped the bottle over and squeezed a generous amount of lubricant into his hand. I couldn’t pull my gaze away as he reached down to stroke his cock. One corner of his lip lifted in a near snarl as his hand caressed his shaft, slicking it in preparation for putting it inside. Another squeeze of lubricant, and then his hand disappeared between my legs. I could feel it there, just outside my ass, painting it with the wetness as he set the bottle aside.
His hand closed around my cock to stroke it as his fingers slid in again to slick me better. I couldn’t hold the groan back, not as his fingers explored me, and definitely not as the grin spread over his lips. I was panting again by the time he pulled his fingers out.
“Ready for me, babe?” he asked. He shuffled his knees forward and leaned in until I felt the head of his cock nudge against me.
“Yes,” I said, fighting back a shudder at the first touch of his cock. “Please, Jackson. I need you.”
Our gazes locked. “I love you,” he said. “I love you, and I want to feel you come on my cock, just like my husband should.”
The head of his cock slipped inside. It felt impossibly large, thick and demanding that I open for him. A cry of pleasure escaped me. His cock pulled out, and the head pressed in again, deeper this time, spreading me around its girth. I had wondered about pain, but I felt none. Only the exquisite need for more, for him to push in deeper until I had every inch of him.
His hands spread my legs wider, pulled my knees over his arms so I was forced open for him. As I wanted to be.Neededto be, needed him to claim all of me. His eyes closed as he thrust deeper, burying himself into me inch by inch until I felt our balls touch. “Bastian,” he gasped, as he drew back for a slow, full thrust that drove the length of him into me.
“Jackson,” I cried, more wail than name. Then my words left me as he found a rhythm, slow but unstoppable as he began to take me in earnest.
I was full, split open on his cock, spread by more than I had ever thought I could take. And I had to have more. Sensation had claimed me, and I writhed against him, rocking to take his cock to the root.
“Please,” I heard myself beg. “Please. Have to come. Please. Let me come. With you inside me. Please. Jackson-”
“Come for me,” he growled. The rhythm of his thrusts turned harder, disorganized, as his own climax demanded its due.
Bright waves exploded through me as the release clawed its way through my belly, my limbs. It intensified, blinded me as I heard Jackson’s cry and felt him throb inside me, filling me as his thrusts demanded all sensation he could pull from us.
And I was his. Wholly, completely his.
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