Jackson lowers his body, his hard cock lined up perfectly with mine. I lift my legs up to wrap around his waist as he rolls his hips, fucking his cock against mine. The taste of Jackson lingers on my lips even as he pulls away to bury his face in the crook of my neck. His hand tangles in my hair, only coming loose once he’s removed my hair tie.
He pulls away to look down at me. “There you are. Fucking perfect.”
“Please be quiet,” I whisper, not needing flowery words tonight.
Jackson hums soft and low, rolling his hips hard against mine. My eyes roll back into my head as pleasure zips down my spine. His tongue licks down my neck, sending shockwaves of fire rolling through my body. When he bites down on thejuncture of my neck and shoulder, a surprised gasp escapes my parted lips.
“Mhmm,” Jackson hums again. “I wanna mark you up. Leave bites all over you so everyone knows you’re mine. Mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to keep safe. You’re mine, mine,mine.”
“Yours,” I vow.
Jackson presses open-mouthed kisses down my chest. He drags a sinful moan out of me when he eagerly swallows my cock down. He works me over slowly, lips spit-slick where they stretch over my cock. Everything goes molasses slow under his mouth. Being at the center of Jackson’s sole focus is often too much. The man knows how to play my body like an instrument, plucking every string until I come apart at the seams for him.
I thrust up into his mouth when his lubed finger presses into me, immediately searching out my prostate. My fingers slide over his shoulders, digging into his muscled shoulder blades to hang on for the ride. He curls his tongue around the tip of my cock, sending pleasure careening through me. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’ll come just like this, only by his mouth.
“Jack,” I whisper reverently, roughly squeezing the nape of his neck to spur him into action.
He pulls off my cock, eyes glazed, lips glazed with spit. A feral grin spreads across his face, just before he presses three fingers into me. My back arches off the bed and my toes curl into the furry blankets beneath me. I tangle my fingers in the blanket, desperately needing something to hang on to as he takes me apart.
I slide my hands down his shoulders, his ribs, landing them on his ass as he crawls up my body. Squeezing the perfect cheeks in my palms, I bring him down against my body until his hard cock slides against my own.
Leaning up, I whisper against his mouth, “Fuck me now, or don’t fuck me at all.”
“Demanding,” Jackson whispers back.
“Eager,” I correct him.
His grin sends a shiver down my spine. I wrap my arms around his neck when he presses into me. Jackson swallows down my gasp of pleasure, eating at my mouth like a man possessed. He carefully slips his arms underneath me, holding me to him as he bottoms out inside. Every time he fucks me is like the first time. I’m so full of him that all I can think about is Jackson. My entire existence narrows in on him.
He buries his face in my neck, breathing me in deeply like my scent drives him wild. My fingers claw at his back. I dig my nails into his skin when he roughly bites at my neck. Tomorrow, there will be a bite mark there, and I’ll love it. I will be undoubtedly heartbroken when it fades away, along with the proof of my belonging.
Jackson freezes inside me, cock pulsing like he was moments away from coming.
“Felt too good,” Jackson whispers against my sweat-slick skin. “Don’t want it to be over yet.”
“Okay,” I reply, out of words.
Jackson chuckles and flips us over so I’m straddling him. “You can do the work now. Put on a show for me.” Jackson slaps my ass hard, making it jiggle where it’s pressed flush against his groin. “Ride me, punk.”
Wiggling my hips, I set a slow pace, one that has Jackson holding on by just a thread. His perilous grip on his desire is easy to see from the sharpness of his eyes and the quick rise and fall of his chest that’s dotted with sweat. I firmly press my hands against his chest, grinning wickedly at the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm.
His eyes flash when I lean back, pressing my hands against his thighs. The angle is deep and the pleasure is so intense that Icould almost weep. Jackson’s nostrils flare as his hands roughly grab my hips, holding me still so I’m forced to stop grinding.
“You’ve learned too many tricks.”
My turn to grin down at him. “Daddy taught me.”
“Jesus.”
He’s so easy. Jackson rolls us over again, but this time he shoves me onto all fours, and pistons his cock back inside me. I rest my head on my arms, just barely hanging on for the ride of my life. His lubed hand reaches for my cock, gripping tight, pumping at the same pace he sets with his cock. My orgasm sneaks up on me, violent and wild.
My fingers curl into the blanket, and only a barely audible gasp leaves my parted lips. But Jackson hears it because he’s so perfectly in tune with me. The feel of my cum on his hand turns him into a beast, using my body for his own pleasure until he comes inside me with a shout. I can feel him, inside me, everywhere, and it’s so perfect that I can’t help but smile in a delighted daze.
When he flips me over, his smile is just as wide. He grabs his T-shirt from the ground, using it to clean us both up, so we don’t fall asleep in the tent covered in cum. I can’t say I wouldn’t mind that, though, despite its stickiness and all-out grossness. Having that piece of Jackson lingering on my skin, without anyone else knowing, well, it would make me feel sort of caveman-like. I think Jackson would also appreciate it but I’m too chickenshit to ask.
Jackson throws himself on the bed beside me, tucking me under his arm and tiredly dragging one of the furry blankets over us. Loopy with my orgasm, I slowly raise my hand to point at the stars.
“They’re beautiful.”
