His groans louder.
His thrusts deeper.
When his hand gripped my cock with sudden desperation, I knew he was close.
He stroked me, fast and hard, not caring for gentle touches or easy caresses. He meant to milk me while my ass did the same to him—and I wanted it. I wanted it all.
“Fuck me, Jacks. Fucking fill me up, baby. I want you living inside me,” I shouted.
He groaned and scooted forward, shoving my legs higher and wider so he had a better angle. And damn if he didn’t hit that spot easier.
“OH, FUCK, JACKS! I’m gonna come. I can’t stop. Shit! Babe!”
I shot all over his hand and chest, a rope of whitethat flew farther than I’d ever seen myself come. He kept stroking, his grip choking the life out of my dick, as wave after wave flew out of me.
“Sky, I can’t hold it much longer. I’m so close.”
“Give it to me, Jacks. Come inside me.”
He slowed, a bit, and locked eyes with me. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “God, yes. Fill me up, Jacks.”
His jaw set.
His fingers gripped tighter.
I felt his cock pulse inside me, throbbing as his balls readied for release.
When his abs clenched, his eyes squeezed tight, and he cried out, “Sky! I’m coming!”
He thrust again and again. I could feel warmth spreading inside me, filling me. Still, he didn’t stop, only slowed, until the last of him was spent and he fell atop me, a mass of sweaty, blazing, cum-slicked skin.
Chapter 37
Jacks
“Okay, but what if they hate me?” I asked for the fourth time in ten minutes as we pulled out of Skyler’s apartment complex parking lot.
“They’re not going to hate you,” Skyler said from the driver’s seat.
“But what if they do? What if they take one look at me and think,This guy corrupted our innocent son? What if they blame me for turning their straight hockey player gay? What if—”
“Jacks,” Skyler interrupted, glancing over at me. “You do realize my brother is gay, right? And my uncle? They’re not going to be shocked by the concept of men dating men.”
“That’s different. That’s family. I’m the stranger who—”
“Who what? Seduced me with your devastating good looks and superior bartending skills?” Skyler’seyes crinkled with amusement. “Because if that’s your evil master plan, it’s working.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“You’re right. Funny doesn’t cover it. This ishilarious. You’re freaking out about meeting two people who are already planning to adopt you. Honestly, you should be more afraid of their acceptance than their rejection.” Skyler made a sharp turn, probably to emphasize his point. “My mom has already started following you on Instagram, by the way.”
“What?” My voice shot up an octave. “Since when do I have Instagram? I’ve never created a personal account.”
“Since Benji made you that account three weeks ago and tagged you in fourteen pictures from game night.” Skyler was grinning now. “She’s liked every single one, including the one where you’re making that face like Tyler told you something deeply disturbing.”
“He told me about Erik’s supposed falcon breeding program!”
