We squirmed and adjusted in our haste to get aligned and in a good rhythm to fuck my fist together. His hand covered my shaking one and set the pace before he tipped my chin with a too-gentle touch and kissed me.
“Mmmm.” I moaned into him. Everything with Jack felt so good, so perfect, even when it wasn’t.
He lay back on the bed, bringing me with him until I hovered enough to keep moving on us and still kiss him. My toes curled in seconds, and that familiar drop-off wasn’t far away.
“I’m so close,” I whispered. “You with me?”
Jack’s lips brushed over mine when he nodded. “Yes, faster.” His hips bucked, fucking into my fist, and that little taste of his eagerness set me off.
“Jesus, Jack,” I cried against his lips, then took his mouth hard as my balls clenched and emptied onto his stomach. Keeping my hand going for him wasn’t easy when my body screamed for me to stop and enjoy, but I did. By the time I jerked with dry aftershocks, Jack was striping us with his own spunk, teeth buried into his bottom lip as he hummed his release.
As our breathing eased, Jack shyly smiled at me.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re beautiful like this.”
Jack snorted. “Stop calling me that.”
“Can’t. It’s permanent now.”
He growled and shoved me off him.
Laughing as I rolled to the edge of the bed, I said, “I’ll grab a towel.”
“I’ll come with you,Princess.” His last word came with a slap to my bare ass.
He followed me into my bathroom, both of us squinting when I turned on the light. His pale skin was flushed and so gorgeous. Come stuck to the dark line of hair leading from his belly button to the trimmed patch around his soft dick. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it or stop my mouth from watering. Before this night was over, I vowed to lick it off his skin if he didn’t shoot a load down my throat.
“What are you thinking about?” Jack asked, not quite meeting my eyes.
I tested the temperature of the water, then soaked two washcloths and handed him one. “Tastin’ you,” I said honestly.All of you.
Jack laughed, but his cheeks pinkened. “I was thinking the same thing. Seems like a waste when it lands on our stomachs.”
“Yes and no, ’cause I do enjoy seein’ you marked with my jizz.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” I dropped my cloth in the sink, grabbed his, and did the same. Jack swallowed hard when I crowded him against thecounter. The back of his thighs hit the marble, and I palmed his ass with both hands. The tight globes gave little under my fingers, but I squeezed what I could, then pulled them slightly open. “Turns me the fuck on.”
Jack licked his lips, then parted them as he panted and skimmed over my chest with his spread fingers.
“This have a meaning?” he asked, eyes on my tattoo.
I grinned, then let go of him and rocked back on my heels.
“What?”
I scratched my chin and winced. “Yeah, it’s got a meanin’.”
“A bad one?”
“No,” I laughed. “It’s just … Well, I’d rather not talk about my granny while I’m naked with my boyfriend.”
“Oh.” Jack startled. “Oh,” he said again on a laugh. “Yeah, wow, mood killer.”
I glanced at my tired cock. “Eh, I got a few more minutes at least.”
Jack chuckled. “Then out with it. Afterward, no more talk of grannies.”
