“Say please,” Jackson said, leaning forward to capture one of Day’s nipples, licking and sucking it until Day was trembling.
“Please, Daddy.”
Jackson gave Day’s other nipple the same treatment, once again teasing the plug in and then out. “Say it like you mean it,” Jackson told him, lips dragging along Day’s throat to his ear, his voice raspy as he said, “Beg me.”
Day didn’t even hesitate. He looked deep into Jackson’s eyes. “Please, Daddy. Please. I’ve been such a good boy. I want your cock so bad. I want it deep inside me. Fuck me, Daddy. Please,” he pleaded before his lips found Jackson’s, his tongue pressing between his lips, tasting toothpaste and mouthwash.
Jackson kissed Day back, one arm coming around his waist and the other jerking the plug free, ripping a gasp from Day’s lungs that ended in a long low moan as Jackson thrust into him even as he dragged Day down.
“Is that what you wanted, baby?”
Day gripped Jackson’s face on either side. “More,” he begged. “Fuck me until I can’t think of anything but you inside me. Fuck me so hard I still feel you there tomorrow. Please, Jackson.”
“Fuck,” Jackson growled, and then Day was on his back, his knees over Jackson’s shoulders practically folded in half as Jackson did just as Day asked, wrapping his arms around his shoulder’s so he could hold Day in place as he drove into him again and again, every thrust driving the air from Day’s lungs until he was light-headed and his body ached.
“Oh, fuck. Can I touch myself, Daddy. Please? I need to come.”
“No,” Jackson snarled against Day’s ear. “You want to come, you can do it untouched.”
Day whined, but the truth was, he wasn’t exactly untouched. His cock was trapped between their sweat slicked bodies and with just the slightest bit of adjustment Day had the friction he needed each time Jackson thrust into Day. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good, Daddy. So good.”
Jackson shifted, tilting Day’s hips higher, and, suddenly, each roll of Jackson’s hips sent a glancing blow across Day’s prostate, driving whimpers and half-bitten moans until his orgasm barreled into him and his cock was shooting his release between them.
Jackson sat back on his heels, dragging Day’s hips into his lap to drive into him, gripping his thighs tight and holding them open so he could watch himself disappear inside Day’s body. If Day hadn’t already come that might have pushed him over the edge. Jackson’s thrusts fell off kilter, and his body shuddered before he gave one last deep thrust inside Day, grinding his hips in aborted little thrusts as he emptied himself. He then collapsed on top of him, breathing heavy against his ear.
Day laughed, pushing at Jackson’s shoulder. “You weigh a ton. You’re crushing me.”
“Deal with it,” Jackson said, burying his face against Day’s neck and holding him tight.
Day ran a hand over Jackson’s bald head and down his back, not willing to fight Jackson when the truth was, he was more than comfortable beneath the heavy weight of his frame, even if the man was a furnace. The truth of the matter was that Day would happily spend the rest of his nights like this, and that scared the shit out of him.
“Jackson—”
Whatever Day was going to say was interrupted by the shrill scream of the alarm system going off, sending his heartbeat into the stratosphere.
Jackson slipped free of Day’s body and rolled into a sitting position in one smooth move. “Get in the bathroom and lock the door,” he said.
Day sat up. “Jackson, wait.”
“Now, Dayton.”
Jackson grabbed the gun from his drawer and thumbed off the safety, chambering a round, as he made his way out through the bedroom door, scanning the floor below for any sign of the invader. He could see the front door sat askew but there was no movement below. He crept down the stairs, his gaze sweeping the open space as he went. It was part of the reason he’d picked this apartment, aside from the twenty-four hour security downstairs and the alarm systems in each room. It was an open concept, giving Jackson a view of the whole apartment with nowhere for any assailant to hide.
Once Jackson realized there was nobody inside, he walked to the front door, keying in the code to turn off the screeching of the alarm just as his landline rang. He opened the door and stuck his head out, cognizant of the fact that he was still naked. His neighbors were in the hallway in various states of undress, glaring at him as if he had attempted to break into his own apartment. “Sorry, folks.”
Jackson closed the door but stopped short, realizing there was an envelope on the ground. Jackson picked it up, locking the door before answering the phone.
“Hey, boss, it’s Webster. The security company called. The alarm was triggered. You good?”
“Yeah, but somebody managed to break in. Call downstairs and have them get you the security footage. If they give you a hard time, you know what to do.”
“I’m on it.”
Jackson frowned as he opened the envelope and something fell out. He felt it bounce off his foot with a slight metallic clink, but he ignored it, focusing on the neatly folded piece of paper still inside. He flipped on the kitchen light and snagged the thin disposable gloves the housekeeper kept under the sink before pulling it free and opening it up.
I found you. Did you think you could just take him from me without a fight? You took something I love, and you better give him back before I return for something you love. Here kitty, kitty.
Jackson’s heart hammered against his ribcage as he leaned down to pick up the object that had fallen out of the envelope. It was a cat collar. Kevin’s cat collar. It was bloody.
