But in a flash, his fingers were gone, leaving me empty and gasping with the sudden loss.
Jackson’s pants were heavy behind me, but he managed between breaths, “Not yet. Together.”
Even in my debauched state, my heart squeezed at the words.
“I’m negative,” I all but slurred, rolling my head a little listlessly to the side to glance behind me. “No one since Raleigh. No one but you.”
Those mossy oak eyes locked onto mine, his chest still rising and falling in rapid succession as he tried to catch his breath. Hesitation was there, a lingering worry from when I’d royally fucked up. And while I wanted there to be no barriers between Jackson and me for our first time, I’d understand if he needed the condom. As long as he fucked me, I would be fine. But I saw the moment he made up his mind.
“I’m negative, too.”
Something passed between us then. It was like a wire snapped into place, the connection without any slack so it would tug when we were too far from the other. It was the slotting of a missing puzzle piece into place that finally completed the picture.
Giving a slow nod, I rested my cheek against the table, unable to continue craning my neck to look at him. The undeniable sound of him slicking his shaft came a few moments later, and then his hand was on my hip while the head of dick slotted against my hole.
He pushed in on my slow exhale, and the initial burn had me squeezing my eyes shut. But Jackson’s strong hand started running up and down my side, giving my hip a reassuring squeeze every so often.
“Shh,” he soothed. “I’ve got you, baby.”
And I knew he did. By the time he was completely seated, we were both panting again.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jackson rasped, giving an experimentalthrust that had me groaning. “This is gonna be fast. Not gonna last with how good you feel around my cock.”
My guttural grunt must have been all he needed because Jackson started a brutal pace on me, using both of his hands on my hips to drive into me. I cried out, pressing up on my palms to give me better leverage against his relentless pounding. Taking the opportunity, Jackson shifted one his hands to my shoulder and the new angle had him passing over my prostate with every stroke.
“Fuuuuuuck.” My voice sounded garbled and choppy as stars burst in my vision from the sheer pleasure. I was so close, right on the razor's edge of the strongest orgasm I’d ever had in my life. “’S good. Feels so fucking good. Gonna come,” I babbled, dropping my head between my shoulders as I let Jackson rail me into oblivion.
“Me too, baby. Stroke yourself. Get yourself there… I’m about to come,” he gritted out, his thrusts getting erratic as bitten-off sounds of pleasure fell from his lips.
Wrapping one my hands around my cock, I started stroking myself in time with his fucking. It didn’t take me long. One, two, three more, and I all but screamed as my release ripped through me. Little black dots danced behind my eyelids as my body convulsed with the pleasure racking through it. Ropes of thick cum shot from my cock, landing all over the table, and behind me, Jackson roared as his climax hit him.
Warmth flooded me instantly, and I gurgled out a moan as my dick jerked with a useless attempt to come again. When his orgasm was done, he dropped his head to my shoulder, and I could feel his chest heaving against my back. We were both sweat slicked and sticky, but I’d never felt so full.
“Shit, Jackson,” I groaned. “I think you fucked me into next week.”
“Give me twenty minutes. I’ll fuck you into next month if you want,” he responded breathlessly.
I couldn’t help chuckling, my brain blissfully empty and my bodysufficiently fucked out. “I’ll need a little bit longer than that to get going again. Downfall of dating an older man.”
He let out a soft laugh that made my heart flip and dropped a kiss against my shoulder. “I’m confident I could get you there as fast as you need.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
JACKSON
My heart was beating in my ears, blood roaring against my eardrums after the insane high of the orgasm I just had. I was boneless, a limp noodle thrown over Tucker’s back as we both struggled to regulate our breathing. That had been the best sex of my life, and I knew with every cell in my body it was because it’d been with the man under me. Whether he was aware of it or not, I’d just made love to Tucker Legare. It hadn’t been slow or gentle, but every second of it had been me declaring my feelings for him.
I was undeniably head over heels in love. Maybe it was too soon, and some might argue against it, but I knew. Tucker had been it for me from the moment I’d shook his hand that first morning, and all this had done was confirm to me that no one else would do.
Nuzzling against the back of his neck again, I laid soft, open-mouthed kisses against his salty skin and relished in the little vibrations of his contented sigh. If he’d let me, I’d stay like this forever. Buried deep inside, pressed as close as we could get until our skin rotted and our bones began to splinter.
I remembered reading once about a pair of famous bodies found at Pompeii that had once been believed to be women but were foundto be two men through DNA testing. They’d been huddled together, clinging to each other in their final moments, and the world believed them to be lovers since they weren’t genetically related to each other. I’d thought at the time it was a shame they’d passed away like that. But now, I couldn’t help thinking how lucky they were to have had each other. To be able to hold the person you loved the most in those last moments on Earth was a gift most people never would get.
Beneath me, Tucker shifted slightly, and I felt my softened cock slip from him. As much as I hated losing that bit of contact between us, the thought of seeing Tucker’s hole puffy and abused with my cum leaking from it was enough to have me pulling away. Dropping down to my knees behind him, I spread his cheeks wide and let the deep groan of satisfaction tumble from me.
“Fuck, baby. I wish you could see how fucking sexy your hole looks,” I rumbled, using two fingers to push the cum that had spilled free back into him.
Tucker groaned low, his body squeezing around my fingers as I lazily pumped them in and out of him for just a moment.
