“Leo,” Jack growls up at me, almost like a warning. “Don’t.” It is a warning, then.
“Why?” I ask, voice breathy and soaked in sex.
A dangerous edge enters Jack’s eyes, and my chest hitches at the sight of it. He tilts his head to the side as if studying me, weighing up the impact of his potential responses.
“Because,” he rasps, gritty and broken like he’s grinding glass in his throat, “I’ll break you.”
Wet heat pools in my stomach; liquid fire is rushing through it and melting everything it touches.
I clench around Jack’s cock and rock forward, feeling set alight by him and his volatile craving to both have and destroy. Jack’s hips jerk, and another noise of pleasure seems to be ripped right out of his chest.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I ask, “Promise?”
Something inside Jack explodes at that, a door erupting outwards, wall giving way to a flood, the detonation of his self-restraint. He moves his hands to my hips and wrestles back control of our fucking, using that Liquid Onyx strength to hold me up, to keep me in place as he fucks up into me.
Jack pistons his cock in and out of my willing hole, changing the angle so he’s hitting my prostate on almost every single stroke. He’s got such a grip on me I’m unable to do anything but take it, to take whatever he’s willing to give, which turns out to be a whole hell of a lot. It’s almost too much, and I have to give myself up to it just to survive the onslaught.
With the punishment my prostate is getting, I only have to jerk my cock twice to come, a wave of pleasure erupting like a volcano inside me.
I feel like I’m having a head rush, everything dizzy and blanketed by the overpowering strength of my orgasm. I fall forward onto Jack, his cock still planted firmly in my hole, too thick and full and perfect to be easily dislodged. I bury my face in the space between Jack’s neck and his collarbone and hold onto him with hands and arms that feel boneless.
Jack has to brace himself with his feet to be able to keep pushing his cock in and out of me. I raise myself up far enough to look him in the face again, giving him a messy, dirty kiss that feels like we’re trying to consume the heat we’ve created between us.
When I pull back from the kissing and press my forehead to his, my mouth opens without me telling it to, and filth pours out whilst Jack fucks me hard enough to make the aftershocks crashing about inside me feel close to devastating. It hurts, and I don’t care, because I love it too much, I need it, him, too much to care about anything but making him come, giving him a little of what he’s given me.
“Don’t stop. That’s right, fuck me, babe. Fuck me. Want you to tear me apart. Want you to come inside me. Want you to ruin me forever. Never felt like this with anyone. Neverwantto feel like this for anyone but you. I swear I won’t. Cross my heart. Fucking rip it out and give it to you, Jack. No one else gets to have it. No one but you. Not ever.”
My litany of pleading and promises makes Jack go crazy, his eyes so bright and wild they almost glow like the neon shine around his glass shards when he’s using his power.
As if in reaction to my thoughts, there’s a loud crack off to the side, and when I turn my head, I see that my bedroom window has a massive splinter running diagonally across it.
Jack comes with a roar and drives his cock so far into me it feels like I could choke on him if I wanted to. He fills me up with his cum, just like the first time except it’s nothing like that, because this time it feels like a permanent marking of territory. A strange thought, maybe, but my head is buzzing with satisfaction from it anyway.
We stay clenched together for a little while, me catching my breath, and Jack running his hands all over me like he can’t touch enough of my skin, like he has to map every inch of it and commit it to memory for later use.
When we pull apart, it’s only just enough, Jack wrapping his arms around me as I settle down in his embrace, my body still half draped over his. He combs his fingers through my sweaty hair, untangling the kinks with a gentleness that belies so much of what came before, adding to the dichotomy that is Jack Roth.
I close my eyes and press my face into his neck again, breathing in the scent of him.
After a bit, maybe minutes, maybe longer, Jack makes a low, humming sound, vaguely amused, and says, “Sorry for fucking up your window.”
A flurry of laughter makes its way up my throat and out my mouth.
“Worth it,” I reassure him because it’s true.
There’s not a damn thing I want more than this, more than him.
As if he somehow heard my thoughts, Jack tightens his arms around me and murmurs, like it’s a promise of his own, “You’re worth it too.”
Chapter seventeen
Leo
NexttimeIopenmy eyes, it’s the middle of the night. My mouth and throat feel unpleasantly dry, enough so I’m willing to leave the warmth and comfort of my bed to go find relief.
I blink away the sleeping lethargy, waiting until I feel aware enough to shift away from Jack. Being the eternal light sleeper, he wakes up the second I remove myself from his grasp. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he wasn’t asleep five seconds ago, considering how alert he looks in the dark when he throws me a questioning frown, silently asking me where the hell I think I’m going.
“Don’t panic,” I reassure him teasingly. “I’m not going to climb down the drainpipe to get away from you or anything.”
