I roll my eyes at his awful innuendo. “Yes, chocolate is my favorite flavor.”
“I’ve never liked it much myself.” He places his fork down, grabs my hips, and tugs me roughly against him. “Maybe that’ll be different now.”
Before I can even blink, his mouth descends on mine. His tongue delves into my mouth, searching out every ounce of the chocolate flavor remaining from the cupcake. I dig my fingers into his neck, needing an anchor for the decadent ride that’s his kiss. His hands cup my ass and lift, then he gently places me on the island. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him in closer, until I’m pressed so tight against him that it’s borderline painful. The feel of his body against mine doesn’t scare me like I thought it would. Instead, my heart calms, and my brain fills with this delightful loud static.
His warm palm slips under my shirt, caressing the skin at the small of my back. As he kisses me, his fingers dip under the waistband of my pants, skimming against my skin until his hand presses against my stomach. I tremble under his touch, mindhyper-aware, but silent at the same time as he kisses me into behaving.
“Can I suck your dick?” Jackson asks fervently against my parted lips.
I pant hard, delirious at the idea of his mouth around me. “Fuck.”
Jackson chuckles darkly. “Is that a yes?”
Stay cool, Harper. Be cool. Chill. I unwind my legs and arms from around him, splaying my palms on the cold island behind me in a show of absolute chillness. Leaning back in the most effortless way I can, I nod my head towards my lap.
“I’m yours.”
Jackson swallows thickly, eyes firmly on mine. “Don’t say that unless you mean it, punk.”
I lie back against the cold kitchen island, dramatically splaying my arms out to my sides with a dreamy sigh. “Suck my dick, Daddy.”
Jackson growls and unleashes weeks of pent-up horniness on me. I gasp in shock when he all but rips my jeans off. He tugs me closer to the edge of the island, using his shoulders to hold up my thighs. Burying his head in my still-boxer-covered groin, he moans and mouths at me through my underwear. Oh, fuck. I definitely should not have goaded him. He’s going to kill me.
Fingers digging into my thighs, he goes at me like I’m the last meal he’ll ever have. The heat of his mouth bleeds through my boxers, straight into my skin. Fuck. My head spins with the ecstasy of his rough touch. Just when I’ve gotten used to his mouth on me over cloth, his fingers slip into the waistband to tug my boxers down. My cock slaps against my stomach and his gaze pings up to mine.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you now. Okay?”
My head taps against the granite as I nod rapidly, just wanting his mouth on me already. Jackson grins, feral andwicked, then sucks my cock down to the back of his throat. Oh my God. I claw at the island just for a moment, before giving in and laying my hands over Jackson’s head. His hair is short and prickly against my palms as I gently rub my hands over his head. He swallows around me, throat constricting against the head of my painfully hard cock. Stars explode in my vision at the glorious sensation. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Pure ecstasy.
Jackson’s fingers dig hard into the meat of my thighs, tugging me closer just to bury his nose against my overheated skin. My thighs tremble around his head, squeezing tight when he pulls off to lick at the crown of my cock.
“Oh no. Jackson… if you don’t stop…”
His dark eyes flash at me. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
“What?” I gasp out, chest heaving.
Jackson swirls his tongue around the head, making my toes curl tight. His fingers curl tight around the base. “You’ll come when I say you can, understood?”
“And if I come when I want?”
Jackson licks a stripe up my cock with a devilish grin. “Well, you’d be a bad boy, then. And bad boys get punished.”
I lean up on my elbows, groaning when he sucks me back down again. “What will you do? Spank me?”
Swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, Jackson hums against the sensitive head, igniting sparks of pleasure in my veins.
“I think you’d like spanking too much. It would have to be something else.”
“Whatever, Daddy,” I mumble, mostly teasing but also a little serious.
Jackson dives back down on my cock, visibly hungry for me. My legs quake and shake around his shoulders until I can’t holdit back anymore. Punishment be damned, I’m just about to come when Jackson pulls off quickly to mumble, “Come, Harper.”
The best orgasm of my life rolls through me like waves in a violent ocean. My brain fills with static, and my limbs turn into jelly. Jackson swallows every ounce of my cum down, then proceeds to softly lick my cock until I’m a trembling mess underneath him.
Warm and satiated, I blink up at the ceiling in a liquified daze. Jackson carefully drags my boxers and jeans back up, placing a sweet kiss just underneath my belly button. The soft kiss tickles, startling a laugh out of me. Jackson leans against the island, elbows on either side of my head, and cocks his head to the side.
“Can I kiss you?” Jackson asks shyly, expecting me to say no.
