“You’re . . . Damn. Just damn.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I grinned like an idiot and let my face flush with fire.
Without warning, Jacks reached up and pressed his palm to my cock. It still hid beneath a thin layerof cotton, but I could feel the warmth of his touch. I twitched the moment he gripped through my underwear.
“Is this okay?” Jacks asked.
I nodded, a frantic motion, not trusting my voice.
He stroked me through the fabric, his palm drifting from tip to balls, then he cupped me and squeezed lightly.
“Ow . . . shit . . . oh!”
Jacks’s head snapped up, his mouth quirked. “Did that hurt or feel good?”
“Yes. Both. I mean, they’re balls. Squeezing them hurts. But then . . . damn . . . whatever you did felt amazing.”
Jacks squeezed again, and I felt my body shake.
“Can I take these off?” Jacks asked, his fingers tugging at the elastic band.
I nodded again, that frantic “please but don’t ask me to speak” gesture of the truly frightened.
Slowly, so damn slowly, his other hand found my hip. His fingers slid inside the band, teasing my skin while lowering my undies. When my cock caught and resisted, he lifted the band, exposing my head for the first time.
“Well, hello there,” Jacks said, leaning down and kissing my tip.
My body shivered again.
Jacks grinned up, his lips still pressed to my dick, and licked.
“Oh, Jesus. Just fucking get me naked already.”
The skin around his eyes wrinkled as he smiled.
Still, he didn’t rush.
Inch by torturous inch, he slid my undies lower, kissing down my length as more skin was exposed. When my balls dropped free, his tongue pulled one toward him, and he sucked it into his mouth.
“Ow, shit! Oh, fuck. Damn, that feels . . . damn.”
I felt him laugh, my ball in his mouth. That might’ve hurt more than it felt good, but I was too befuddled to tell for sure.
He slid my underwear off, tossing them atop my discarded jeans. For the first time in my life, I stood naked before a man. Okay, I’d been naked plenty of times in locker rooms and the like, but this was different. God Almighty, this was totally different. This manwantedme. And fuck me if I didn’t want him as bad, maybe more.
I watched as Jacks’s hands returned to my cock, one cupping my balls, while the other gripped the base of my shaft, tightening the skin and making me feel even harder than I already felt. Then his lips were on my tip again. His tongue swirled, then lowered to the sensitive skin below the rim.
I trembled at that, my hand reaching up and feelingmy own chest the way Jacks had done earlier.
His head lowered, and I felt his mouth take in more of my length. The wetness of his saliva coated my skin, slickened it, as I felt myself scraping the inside of his throat.
He gagged.
“Jacks—” My hand flew down to his shoulder.
He didn’t so much as budge, only lowered himself further, opening his throat and taking all of me inside him.
“Well, okay then,” I said, blinking back tears of pleasure.
