His head tilted and his eyes met mine - dark, pleading, and full of want and lust. Hewasbeautiful, but this is even deeper than that.
“Don’t then,” Jack said as he turned his head and took my tongue in his mouth as I fed it to him slowly, trying like hell to slow down and make it to his bed before we both exploded. He pulled me out of the elevator and into a small alcove, pressed a code into the door latch and it clicked open.
I pushed him against the closed door as soon as we were inside, and my hand went to his throat again, holding his head just like I needed to kiss him properly. Again, his response was instant, and he melted under me, his body begging me to dominate him the way my body wanted.
“That you like?” I asked, between gasps against his lips, just enough pressure on his throat for control, to feel his pulse jumping in his throat. “That’s what you want?”
“Fuck, yes,” he said, breathless as I was, “S’whatI always want after . . .” The rest was lost to a moan of desire, but I got the impression that he meant a day of skiing hard and physical exhaustion.
Good to know, and I filed it away for later.
I peeled his shirt off, unwilling to wait much longer to see him, and running a hand over his long muscles and rounded arms. He hadthat piercing, whichseemed so out of place for the careful man that it instantly kicked up the heat pooling low in me.
Jack was full of surprises.
His hands cupped my face as I kissed him deeply.
I couldn’t get enough of him if I tried.
I ran a hand down his pants, taking them down as I slid a hand over his ass.
“Damn, your ass is perfect,” I breathed, as I pulled him closer to me, his breath hitching at the contact, and he stepped out of his pants without breaking our kiss.
The feel of him naked against me while I was still fully clothed was all my cock needed to go from merelyachingtothrobbing.
I really wasn’t sure where this dominance thing was coming from, but it sure wasn’t slowing down. I wrapped my hand around his long, thick cock, appreciating it with my hands, and kissing his neck when he threw it back to give me access, as I kept touching him everywhere I could reach.
“You,” he panted against my ear, “please,” and moved his hands to lift up my shirt. His fingers trailed over my own happy trail as I pulled my shirt off and then my own pants. I slid our cocks together, giving enough contact so they bothwerejumping, mixing precome over both of our abdomens.
“Fuck.Fuck. I want to touch you, Perrin,” he said and I murmured encouragement for him to do just that, and I lost myself a little to the feel of the electricity of his hands on me, mapping my skin. I caught his hands and pulled them up above his head when his touch started toward overload territory. I kissed him roughly, andfoundhis eyes hooded and blown to the point of only a bare green ring of color left.
“Bed,” I told him, “if you want a chance in hell of actually making it there.”
We did make it to his bedroom. He flicked open a drawer on his nightstand as he scrambled onto his wide mattress, and I grabbed a condom and lube and followed him onto the bed.
I had his head down and ass up in no time, and he looked fucking beautiful. I kissed down his back, as he squirmed impatiently beneath me. We were both beyond ready, and I placed my tongue directly on his hole and licked. He had made it clear he wanted this rough, and I wasn’t sure when I got in his bodyitcould go any other way.
“FuckingChrist,” Jack moaned into the pillow. His body responded to my every lick, my every suck, my every kiss as I prepared him with my mouth first, but I wasn’t gentle about it.
I dripped precomeall over the sheets at his moans and shivers. As much as I wanted him, Jack was the kind of guy to savor. I landed more kisses down his thighs, his tight sack, then returned, lips and tongue, making him whimper beneath me. I rimmed him as thoroughly as I can remember tasting anyone.
“Tell me when you can’t take it anymore, Jack,” I came up to whisper in his ear, laying myself over his warm body. “Tell me when you need me inside you,” I said, before going back to my task of pushing him as far as I could. I wanted him to tell me what he wanted, wanted him to beg in that voice that still manages to demand.
I needed him to want this as much as I did.
He trembled as I continued licking and sucking, adding in lubed fingers that I alternated with the rest. I relished in the scent of him, his reactions to me, and the soundsof pleasure he made. I pulled up again as he started clutching at the sheets with desperate hands. He was making sounds, but there aren't any words I could make out.
“Tell me when you want to be fucked, Jack,” I whispered, laying sweet light kisses on the gorgeous expanse of muscles on his back. He moaned again, and gasped as my hands played with him. He was ready for me, as soon as he would say it.
I could hear him try to form my name; saw him licking his lips to try and make words. Watching Jack struggle with the pleasure had me rock hard and needing it just as badly as he did.
“Fu - pl - fuckingnow,” he said, somewhere between broken and a whimper, and I relished the effort those words took.
I prepared myself, trying to touch my dick as little as possible to put the condom on; I didn’t need to be any more turned on than I already was and I sure didn’t want to come in my own hand. Not when there was Jack’s hot and tight body begging me.
“Beautiful, Jack. So good to wait so long,” I praised him. He hadn’t exactlywaitedas much as edged himself by trying to find the words I wanted.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I said, kissing him down his back as I lined up. Finally. I didn’t even have to ask him. As soon as he felt me ready behind him,he began nodding into the pillow.
