“W-What?” Day said, flushing at the way he stuttered.
“Kneel on the seat. Now.”
Day shivered at Jackson’s authoritarian tone, but he did what he asked, feeling ridiculous. “What are you—”
Day gasped as Jackson dragged Day’s joggers and underwear down to his knees, his traitorous cock semi-hard just from Jackson’s barking tone. Jackson spread Day’s cheeks apart. Day dropped his head to his forearm, equal parts humiliated and turned on. Jackson’s finger probed Day’s entrance, but there was nothing sexy about it. He was almost clinical in his inspection.
“I’m just a little sore. You want to kiss it and make it better?”
Jackson’s finger disappeared, and there was some movement behind him. Day was about to shift to look over his shoulder when he felt Jackson’s beard scrape against one side of his ass then the other. Before he could fully understand Jackson’s intent, the broad sweep of his tongue licked across Day’s entrance.
“Jesus, Jackson.”
Jackson’s palm cracked against Day’s bare ass, ripping a gasp from his lungs. “Is that how you address me?”
Day moaned, spreading his legs without thought, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. “No, Daddy.” Jackson bit Day’s bottom on both cheeks, hard enough to leave impressions, and Day pushed back wanting more. “Spank me again, Daddy,” he begged, voice breathy.
Jackson’s palm came down hard on Day’s other cheek, and then Jackson was burying his face between his cheeks, his tongue laving over his entrance until Day’s nails were digging into the leather seat before him, moaning like he was performing in one of his shows. But this wasn’t an act. Jackson was dragging the sounds from Day with every touch until he heard himself mewling. Maybe they’d blame Kevin for the sounds Day was making?
Was this seriously happening? Was Jackson eating him out on a private jet with six other people on the opposite side of what had to be a not very sturdy divider? Jackson gripped his ass, pulling him apart so he could tease the tip of his tongue against Day’s abused hole. The ache combined with Jackson’s soft tongue had Day pushing himself back against Jackson, desperate for more.
Jackson pulled back, but before Day could protest, Jackson was pulling Day’s cock back between his legs, licking him from his tip all the way back to his hole. Day moaned as Jackson teased and played with him. It was so dirty, but so hot. When Jackson spit in his hand and wrapped it around Day’s cock, he was already so close to coming. Jackson’s tongue returned to his hole, fucking his tongue into him, as he jerked him in long, slow pulls that made Day’s eyes roll back from pleasure.
“Daddy…” Day managed before dropping his head to his forearm and burying his teeth in the flesh there. He couldn’t talk. His whole body was hot and flushed, his legs shaking, and he whimpered out pathetic sounds as he tried to force himself not to come.
Jackson pulled back. “That feel good, baby?”
“Nff,” was all Day could manage, all brain function ceasing until only pleasure remained.
“You can come whenever you want. You’ve been so good for me these last two days. My perfect boy.”
Jackson jerked Day faster, his mouth still teasing his entrance, sucking and nibbling at the tender skin until Day’s balls were tight against his body, his orgasm building like a spring winding tighter and tighter. He gave a hoarse cry, his cum spilling onto the leather bench seat below. Day stared at the evidence of his release, idly wondering if cum stained leather as he dragged air into his lungs.
Jackson pulled Day’s clothing back into place and gave him a chaste kiss on the back of the neck, leaving Day on his knees and returning to his abandoned laptop. He walked to the back of the plane where the restroom was, locking the door and closing the toilet seat, sitting heavy on the lid.
Day had no idea what he was doing...what they were doing. Some part of him felt guilty. Jackson was fun and sexy and he thought Day was great, no matter how surly and prickly he tried to be. But Jackson didn’t know everything. He hardly knew anything. There was a difference between being a grumpy person and a bad person. Day was just a bad person.
An image of Sarah swam into his mind, her skin sallow, a tube between her lips. Los Angeles had been her dream. She was the one who was supposed to wind up jet setting around the world in private jets. Day was always going to be her people. The one who just did things to make her life easier, whatever that entailed. It wasn’t fair that he was there, riding in a private jet, having mind-blowing sex with a gorgeous rich man. He didn’t deserve any of it.
Day tried to tell himself that he and Jackson weren’t a forever thing, no matter how good he was at making Day feel that way. This wasn’t a whirlwind romance. It was a fling. He just needed his heart to get on board with that. Maybe he deserved to have his heart broken. Maybe that would somehow level the score between him and Sarah. Was a broken heart the equivalent of murder? Probably not. Day splashed water onto his face and flushed the toilet, even though he hadn’t done anything.
Once back in his chair, he popped in his earbuds and connected to the plane’s wi-fi. Jackson’s gaze flicked to him as if to make sure Day wasn’t about to open the plane’s door and dive out, but then he went back to his typing, clearly satisfied at whatever expression he saw on Day’s face.
Day clicked the button that autosaved his email login information and clicked on the first of several emails, closing his eyes as he listened to notifications for everything from fifteen percent off botox to a reminder that he needed to pay his internet bill.
Day was half dozing when the voice began to read a text that stood out from the rest.
You fucking whore.Day gasped, his hands fumbling with the phone, dropping it to the floor and somehow turning off his earbuds. The computerized male voice filled the room, sounding shrill and hysterical to Day’s ears in what was once the silent vacuum of the cabin.
How dare you let him touch you like that? How dare you kneel before him like he’s good enough for you? Have you let him inside you yet? Have you? Has he tainted you with his filthy hands and cock? You best pray the answer is no. I’ll slit his fucking throat just like I did that pig district attorney. How fucking dare you? Do you know the lengths I’ve gone to in order to be the first to make love to you? Do you? You best hope you’re still clean and that he hasn’t defiled you with his seed, you dirty slut. You disgusting whore. Whore. Whore. Whore.
Day was shaking by the time Jackson put his laptop aside and reached for the phone, silencing the speaker. “Another message? Is that a message from the site?”
Day shook his head, tears pricking the back of his eyes. “That was my puh-personal email,” Day said, hating that his brain hung on the p for too long, hoping somehow Jackson didn’t hear it. “He knows my real name, Jackson. He knows who I am.”
“Come here.”
Day shook his head, clenching his hands into fists to try to quell the shaking, but he couldn’t stop the feeling like his organs were quivering with fear.
