Wordlessly, I comply. He groans at the feel of my tongue, then promptly wraps it around my cock. My eyes roll back into my head again as I move my hips to meet his hard thrusts, torn between delirious ecstasy and annoyance that this is going to be over far too soon. His hand grips my cock tight, thumb rolling across the head on each swipe up. I arch my back to take him deeper, needing him to be as far inside me as he can when he comes. God, I wish I had a plug so I could keep his cum forever. Maybe he has one.
“Do you have a butt plug?” I ask against his shoulder, biting at the tense muscle under my lips.
“Fuck, Harper, Jesus Christ.” His hips stutter, and heat floods me as he comes. Oh. I wish I could feel that forever, the heat of him spreading through me, leaking out around his cock.
His mouth slams onto mine as he keeps thrusting despite his orgasm. That’s unexpected. His grip on my cock tightens, and his strokes speed up. The pleasure is insurmountable, blinding as it rolls through me. My orgasm slams into me, freezing every muscle and my brain.
“Jackson,” I whimper against his neck, legs trembling around his still-rolling hips. The intensity of the orgasm washes over me. Waves of pleasure keep coming as Jackson strokes my oversensitive cock.
Jackson pulls out just to crawl down my body. He shoves three fingers inside me, then swallows my cock down. What the fuck? There’s no way I can come again so fast. It’s impossible. Jackson seems to want to prove my body wrong, though, because he slides his mouth over my cock, moans of pleasure slipping out of him. He pegs my prostate over and over, making my toes tingle and stealing the breath from my lungs. Legs trembling around his shoulders, a second orgasm sneaks up on me. The air painfully catches in my lungs.
I grab his head between my hands and hold on as he wrings a second orgasm from me. Thrusting up into his warm, welcoming mouth, I blindly cup the back of his neck. Fuck. This time my orgasm is borderline violent, blackening my vision and tightening all my muscles.
“Daddy,” I cry out, unable to hold it back anymore.
Jackson hums long and low around my cock, swallowing down every ounce of my cum. My arms fall to my sides as I blink up at the ceiling in a post-orgasmic haze. Jackson flutters kisses across my thighs, my stomach, and up my chest as he comes up to kiss me.
His kiss returns air to my lungs, giving me life again. After a few minutes of lazy kissing, Jackson pulls away with a soft chuckle. He rolls over and brings me with him out of the wet spot on the right side of the bed.
“You’re extraordinary,” Jackson says, brushing my matted hair from my face.
“The best you’ve ever had,” I reply sarcastically.
Jackson stares deeply into my eyes with a small smile. “Harper, you’ve no idea. I’m going to keep you forever. Don’t you know?”
“Well, you can’t fuck and run now, so I guess it’s forever.”
Jackson sighs and pulls me tighter against him, sweetly tucking my head against his sweaty chest. “One day you’ll get it.”
“Maybe,” I whisper, not wanting him to hear me.
We lie there for a while, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, until the mess gets to be too much. Jackson hustles me like a man on a mission into the warm shower. He tenderly washes my body, lingering on every inch of skin he can find. The little kisses he leaves behind will be tattooed on my body for life. My body belongs to him forever, whether I want to admit it to myself or not.
Once we rinse off from the shower, Jackson uses a fluffy towel to dry both of us. I stand yawning at the edge of the bed as he quickly changes the sheets. When I finally lie back down, my eyes are heavy with tiredness and from the exhaustion of the orgasm. Jackson opens the bedroom door and whistles, inviting Honey back into the room. He climbs into the bed, tugging me into his arms, just in time for Honey to settle at the foot of the bed between our legs.
“Sometimes I think I dreamt you,” I whisper into Jackson’s still-shower-warm skin.
“I think the same thing,” Jackson admits.
“Maybe we dreamed each other up.”
Jackson presses a lingering kiss to my temple. “I believe it. You’re hard to explain otherwise.”
“Why would you dream up such a sassy twink?”
Jackson’s chest vibrates with his laughter, and I smirk against his skin, pressing a kiss just above his heart. We fall asleep that way, tangled up together, comfortable in the knowledge that we’re each other's dreams.
12
JACKSON
No one has ever fucked me the way Harper did. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, he’s mine forever. He hisses and claws at every ounce of love or attention I send his way, but then he blooms like a flower when we fuck. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe I’m his first everything. The man fucks like a professional. He’s eager to try anything, unabashed in his want, in his desires.
Then, when we’d woken up this morning, he’d been shy again, even demure. His eyes downcast and unable to meet my gaze when he’d stretched and held back a grimace. So I’d done the only thing a man can do. I’d rimmed him until his legs were squeezing my head tight, and he came with a gentle sigh. The perfect way to start the day, Harper’s thighs pressed tight against my head.
I’d spent the day spoiling him. A bubble bath in the claw-foot tub in my bathroom. Massaging his shoulders as he sat in my lap while we watched a movie in the theater room. Kissing him senseless when he tried to argue his way out of being spoiled because, for some stupid reason, he feels undeserving of it.
“Excited for your first hockey game?” I ask as we find our way hand in hand up to the box I’d reserved.
