So Perrin had gone and stayed gone because he had called in that one favor. It made me wonder of course, what had happened in Boston, but as he said, that was a story for another day. I needed time just to digest all he had told me right then, and I needed time to reassure him.
We changed the discussion, walking out in the cool night air. My fingers danced with his, his arm snaked around my waist. Our talk was about everything, and nothing, but more frequently as we walked, he pulled me over to him, warm kisses from me against his cold lips, leading to deeper kisses, and my body pressed against his.
My attraction to Perrin was off the charts. Every time his lips met mine, it seemed like I wanted him more than the last time. Every time I felt his hands on me, it sent more explosive sparks than the time before. Every time he slid into my body, it was better than the last.
“Jack,” he finally sighed into my mouth, and I sighed back with my mouth quirked up into a smile. We may have been seeing who caved first to the touching, god knew I was trying my best to drive him crazy.
“It’s been too long since you have been naked against me,” I said in his ear, just to feel him shutter against me and to reflect his earlier words before we left the ballroom.
“Agreed,” he said, “let’s head back.”
It wasn’t too far from where we had walked to get back to the hotel, but it was far enough that I could take the time to try everything I could think of to turn him on as we walked. Clearly, I knew my lover. By the time the hotel came into view, I had him melting into me, his breath coming quickly and his eyes so dark they looked black against his golden skin under the street lights.
We were in the elevator headed to our suite, and Perrin looked dreamy and debauched already. But, I didn’t stop, pushing Perrin to desperation was a huge turn-on, and he was in a rare state of beyond many words. Usually, Perrin could be mouthy in bed, telling me what he wanted, telling me the sweetest and most loving words of want and need, sometimes dirty talk of the same things, sometimes commanding. He was past that now, simply responding to me with sweet sounds of his enjoyment and approval.
“Jack,” he whispered, with a raw edge to his voice I had never heard before. “Want you, Jack,” he said. The words I had heard before but they were different this time, some new meaning I was trying to grasp through my own haze of want. His hands dipped down the back of my tuxedo pants, teasing.
We stumbled into the suite, quiet now that it was only us in the large space. I took no time to unbutton Perrin’s pants, and when my own hands ran down to finally grab his ass and pull it to me, I heard him take in a breath and whisper, “Jack.” My name sounded strange on his voice, the same kind of tone he had in the elevator.
“What, baby,” I asked, leaning back to expose my neck, knowing he would go to it immediately, and he did. “Tell me,” I encouraged, my own voice breaking under the attention he was giving the sensitive areas of my neck. I would give him whatever he wanted, he had to know that by now.
“Need you inside me, Jack,” he groaned into my neck.
Perrin
I couldn’t even remember what happened to our clothes after Jack took charge. As soon as I said it, his mouth had crashed against mine with a hunger I eagerly met. Next thing I remembered, I was on my back in the bed, with Jack gloriously naked on top of me. Jack must have undressed us both, because I was too intent on where his hands and kisses were going to care about things like clothes. As far as I was concerned, the clothes had disappeared under Jack’s magic.
The thought of Jack inside me was intoxicating. I wanted him so badly, my hands were shaking. I wanted him to do exactly what I asked of him in hard pants against his hot skin - to own me, take me, claim me. He could title itwhat everthe fuck he wanted later. Those were semantics. Right now, I needed to be full of him and I needed him to be in control.
Jack knew I had bottomed before, we had gone over all that. But, we hadn’t changed from our preferred roles all these months. Sure, he had made me come with his fingers in my ass and his mouth on my cock, but not sex like this. We were both not used to the kind of monogamy we had fallen into, I guessed. And it was too hot, too good, to want something else.
Like the clothes, I had no idea how I ended up on my front, only that suddenly there was a lack of warmth, as always happened when Jack was gone. He had my knees to my chest, and my ass up to him. I think he did it on purpose, letting me let go without being so exposed to him.
I gasped as he covered me, his delicious warmth back. I moaned as Jack leaned up to kiss my neck and I turned my face and he kissed me hard, probing with his tongue.
“Tell,” Jack began, resting his forehead on my back, his hands doing glorious things to my body. His voice was rough against my skin, and it strained with want. “Tell me,” he began again. “Tell me if you want me to stop, Perrin.”
I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted him to get the hell started before I came at just the thought of him inside me. Before I could respond, his mouth came down warm and full, rimming me with strokes that made my whole body shake and I cried out into the pillow. God, if he stroked me, I would come. There was no way I could wait.
“You could come just like that, couldn’t you?” Jack asked against my back, his hands still teasing me and keeping me on edge.
“Uhnugg,” was all I could reply and he gave a low, raspy laugh.
“I’m going to do it one day, make you come with nothing but my mouth right there and my tongue inside you,” Jack said, knowing his words would light me up, and pushing in a finger right when he said them. “But not tonight. You are going to comeonmy dick, in your ass, and nothing between us.”
Fuck, fuck, holy fuck, I slammed my hand against the mattress and dug my nails in my fist hard enough for the pain to stave off my orgasm - barely.
It was a day for magic. His mouth on me was magic. The lube that appeared in his hands was magic, the fingers he pushed in and curled were fucking magic for sure. I called out and pushed back, unable to control either movement. I wanted him to fill me up, I wanted my body to wrap around his dick, and I couldn’t wait another minute for it.
“Jack, I swear, I’m . . .” My back became warm again as he spread back over me. His kisses trailed up my back, and the magic fingers were gone.
“You sure, baby?” he breathed, and I could feel him waiting to enter me. He was so sweet, so protective, that no matter how much I was pleading, pushing against him, and leaking on the sheets, he still wanted to know.
“Yes, trust you, Jack. I need to see you,” I gasped out, trying to not shove back into him. I was babbling, but I couldn’t stop. Asking him to do anything and everything but to just do itnow.
Please now.
The last pleading was cut off by my own moan as he flipped meon my back, and then slowly entered me, whispering and kissingmeas I relaxed around him. Then, suddenly, that warm delicious fullness was in me and I moaned and embraced the feeling, the pain fleeing to the background. He paused, waiting for me to adjust, and I wanted so many things at once my heart hammered in my chest in frenzied confusion.
