“Harder. Harder.”
He growls, his hips snapping against me as he pushes my knees toward my chest. “Touch your dick. I want to see you come all over yourself.”
I reach down, wrapping my hand around my length. The first stroke sends a shock of pleasure through me, my body clenching around Jackson.
He groans, his hips stuttering. “That's it, baby. Jerk it for me. Show me how much you like being fucked.”
My hand moves faster, my grip tightening, tugging at the piercing, adding an extra layer of sensation. I'm close, so close, my body coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke, each thrust.
“Come, baby. Come for me. Show me how much you love my dick inside you. How much you want me to fill this tight little hole until you're dripping.”
My fist flies over my hard length, my toes curling until my orgasm hits. I cry out as I come all over my stomach, my chest, even hitting my chin. Jackson fucks me through it, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts, drawing out my pleasure until I'm a shaking, sweating mess.
“Fuck, Kill. Gonna fill you up. Gonna mark you inside.”
I feel every twitch, every pulse, as he comes. When he’s done, he collapses on top of me, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged in my ear. “Missed you so much, baby.”
We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath, and then get up to clean ourselves in his ensuite bathroom. I grab myboxers from the floor and put them on before climbing back into his obscenely large bed.
Jackson slides in next to me, settles against the headboard, and clicks on the TV. “Time for the greatest Christmas movie ever made.”
I prop myself up on an elbow. “If you say Die Hard, I swear to God, I'll suffocate you with this ridiculously expensive pillow.”
His answering grin is pure evil as he pulls up the movie menu. “Come on, Kill. Nothing says Christmas spirit like John McClane crawling through air ducts and taking out terrorists.”
“You're such a basic bitch.” I lunge for the remote, but he holds it out of reach. “Give it.”
“Make me.”
I throw myself across him, trying to wrestle the remote away. He laughs as he holds it above his head, using his other hand to tickle my side.
“Fucking fight dirty, why don't you?” I squirm away from his fingers, accidentally elbowing him in the stomach.
“Says the man trying to steal my remote.” He wheezes but doesn't let go. “In my own room.”
I bare my teeth. “Last warning.”
“Or what?”
I lean down and bite his nipple hard. He yelps, his grip loosening just enough for me to snatch the remote. “Ha! Victory is mine, bitch!”
“You fucking cheated!” He rubs his chest.
“All's fair in love and Christmas movies.” I quickly navigate to Home Alone, triumphant. “Now, this is a proper holiday film.”
Jackson pulls me back against his chest, his arms snaking around my waist. “A kid terrorizing burglars is your idea of Christmas spirit?”
“Says the man-child who thinks explosions equal Christmas spirit.”
His teeth graze my earlobe. “Fine, we'll watch your kiddie movie. But I'm going to make you pay for that bite later.”
I snort, rolling my eyes. But his tone lights up every nerve in my body, causing my already spent dick to start to swell again. “That a threat?”
“More like a Christmas gift.” His hands slide lower. “Now shut up and watch your movie before I decide to unwrap you again.”
Annoying bastard. Like I’m going to be able to enjoy the movie now that he made me hard again.
But Jackson’s fingers start tracing idle patterns on my hip, and eventually, I settle in. “You know, if those burglars were smarter, they'd just wait him out. Kid's got to sleep eventually.”
