Chapter 12
TWELVE
JACKSON
Two days later I’m finally feeling normal again. I have a bit of a lingering cough but I’m mostly myself.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Preston coming over with soup and tea to make sure I was taken care of. I’ve never had anyone take care of me before. Well, I had a few different nannies when I was growing up that would watch over me when I was sick, but they were paid to do it, and I learned pretty quickly not to get close to any of them because they were switched out so often. Having Preston come of his own accord and stay with me, it made those damn butterflies go crazy. And he made me soup. Not the kind in a can, but real homemade soup, and it was amazing.
I haven’t seen him since then because I’ve been too busy recovering, and he’s been busy with school, but we’ve been talking and texting still, and now that I’m better, I’m realizing it’s been almost a week since I touched him, kissed him, fucked him, spanked him, and I’m itching to be with him again.
He says he’s busy until late tonight though, so I’ll have to wait a bit longer still. That’s okay because I’m hanging out with Lucy tonight. I haven’t seen her since she came to congratulate me at the play.
Then on Friday is the party at Rory and Parker’s, which I’m looking forward to because I haven’t seen Rory since the play either. Though I am a bit nervous about being there with Preston. I know I made it sound like it wouldn’t be a problem, but being around him all night and acting like we barely know each other, and like we haven’t been fucking each other’s brains out for the past three weeks, won’t be easy. It wouldn’t have been fair to ask him not to go though, so we’re both going to have to figure it out. I know it’s hard for him to keep us a secret, but I’m just not ready to disclose anything yet. It would make it all too real, and I can’t have ideas of me and him as more than what we are floating around in my head.
I keep telling myself I need to end it, that I’m already in way too deep, and that I should back out before I get hurt, because I know how this ends. I will get hurt.
But then I find myself calling or texting, or letting him into my apartment to watch movies and feed me instead. I find myself telling him things about me that no one else knows. Like how I broke my arm when I was eight, teaching myself to ride a bike. I tell him my parents were busy working and I wanted to learn, not that they had been promising me for months they would teach me and never did, so I got tired of waiting and snuck out while they were on the phone. I tell him that I joined the track team but leave out the part where I did it to blow off steam because my home life sucked so much and I needed an outlet other than theater. I tell him I took jazz dancing lessons for five years but don’t say that it was my parents’ way of getting me out of their hair, and I just happened to love it.
This has to end at some point. It will end at some point. I know that. I’m not ignorant enough to think he’d ever want me. No one ever does. And even if he thought he did, a few more weeks or months would go by, and he’d change his mind after finding someone better. So telling anyone what we’re doing doesn’t make sense, and would just make it harder for me to walk away when the time comes.
“Yay, you’re feeling better,” Lucy coos when I show up at her door. She gives me a hug and ushers me inside. We make hot chocolate, and watch an episode of The Bachelor . She asks me how the rest of the shows went and tells me how proud of me she is.
When she asks me when I’m heading home for Thanksgiving, I lie and tell her I’m heading out on Saturday.
“Me, too,” she says. “God, I can’t wait to get home.”
We start watching Moulin Rouge and my phone buzzes around midnight. I grab it so quickly that I see Lucy giving me a look out of the corner of my eye.
She asks me something, but I don’t know what. I’m too busy staring at the photo on my screen and trying not to drool. Preston is naked, except for his socks and purple ball cap, backwards, of course, and he’s sitting with one hand behind his head and the other gripping his erection, one knee bent, and the other straight, peering back at the camera with those big blue eyes that turn my brain into goo and my dick into steel.
Ken doll: Ready when you are
Me: On my way
Ken doll: Hurry. Need you so bad, Tinkerbell
Shit, my dick jerks at that and I want to slap that tight ass over and over until he’s screaming my name.
I jump off the couch.
“Hey, where are you going?” Lucy calls after me.
“Sorry, uh, emergency. Gotta go,” I stammer as I slide my coat and shoes on. “See you Friday!”
I don’t wait for her reply before I dart out the door.
When I get to Preston’s, I knock, and he answers before I’ve even pulled my hand back. We don’t speak at all, just lunge for each other. I have my hands on his face and my lips on his as I shove him up against the wall and he moans, gripping me back and letting me suck on his tongue.
“Jesus, Jax,” he gasps, pulling away and staring at me, pupils blown wide.
“Shut up,” I growl. “I haven’t had my hands on you in almost a week and I’m gonna take what I want. Understand?”
He nods, and I slam my lips against his again.
“Mmm.” He ruts against me and I let out something between a gasp and a growl at the feel of his very hard cock against mine. I press into him even more, our bodies flush as I shove my tongue even further down his throat.
He’s whimpering now as we move against each other, his hands on my hips as I taste him.
“Shit, Jax,” he gasps, pulling away. “I’m gonna…”
“I want you to come, baby,” I tell him. “So fucking shut up and kiss me.” This kiss is brutal, more biting and sucking than actual kissing, and I find myself unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out, because I know I’m gonna come and I don’t want to do it in my panties. He’s wearing his socks, hat, and bathrobe again and I pull the robe aside so that our naked dicks are touching. He’s making so many incredible noises that I feel my balls drawing up as I keep devouring his mouth.
I grip his face in my hands, his still tight on my hips, and thrust against him as I kiss him fiercely, letting our leaking cocks glide against each other, and moaning into his mouth at how fucking good it feels to be close to him again. God, yes. We’re trembling against each other, so fucking desperate.
He’s making those sweet as sin noises that tell me he’s close, and I shove my tongue down his throat again, sucking on his tongue at the same time that I lower my hand and tweak his rock hard nipple, and he moans, his body shaking even more until he’s tensing and his dick spasms against mine as he releases. I groan as his cum coats my dick, and then I take both our dicks in hand, slathering us in his spunk before I jerk us in tandem. His dick is still rock hard.
“Oh, shit,” he murmurs.
“I want another orgasm out of you,” I pant. “You’re gonna come for me again, beautiful. Got it?”
He nods and his dick jerks in my hand. Fuck, yes.
“Now kiss me until I’m coming,” I command, and he does. Our tongues tangle as I stroke us, his release the perfect lube. It feels so damn good on my cock. I’m howling my own release seconds later, throwing my head back as my dick pulses rope after rope of my seed onto my hand and both of our cocks. He’s not far behind me, shouting my name as he orgasms for a second time. Then I’m collapsing into him and his strong arms come around me as he rests against the wall.
“Shit, that was hot,” he says. “Please tell me we’re not done.”
“Not even close.” I pull back a little and look at him. Jesus, why do I love those eyes so much? And that grin? And why does that stupid purple hat do something for me? It’s askew now, from him being against the wall, and I take a second to straighten it before pressing another kiss to his lips.
“Bedroom.”
He grins and takes my hand, pulling me down the hall. Once we’re in his room I strip as quickly as I can and sit on the bed, my back against the headboard. He lets his robe fall to the floor, letting me rake my eyes over that gorgeous body, those delectable tattoos on display, his cock already fully erect again.
“You like what you see?” he asks with a grin, parroting my words from a while back.
“Get over here,” is my response. “Now.”
He obeys, crawling onto the bed on all fours and straddling me, hat and socks still on. He grips my face as my hands find his hips and we’re kissing again. Slower this time, more languid.
It’s not long before both of our cocks are leaking again and we’re becoming more and more desperate, our whines and moans louder.
“Off,” I pant, patting his hip. “On your hands and knees.”
He pecks my lips once more and then obeys, that tight ass in the air. I kneel behind him and start to bite and lick and kiss the round globes. I rub my face along his cheeks, moaning at the feel of him, and he shudders.
“God, I’ve missed this ass,” I groan, then spread his cheeks and bury my face in his ass crack, inhaling. He trembles and his hole flutters.
“Fuck, Jax,” he gasps. “You’re gonna make me come just doing that.”
“Mmm,” I hum, pressing a kiss to his pucker that makes him jolt and curse. “You’re not gonna come until I’m buried balls deep inside you, doll.” I take my rings off and set them aside, then smooth my hand down his ass cheek, before cupping them both in my hands and kneading them. “Yes?”
“Yes,” he breathes.
I bury my nose in his ass again and moan. “God, I can’t get enough of you.” I lean in then, and lick a stripe from his taint up to his hole, and he bucks.
“Shit.”
“I’m gonna eat you out, baby,” I tell him. “I’m gonna feast on this ass and tongue fuck you until you’re sobbing, and begging me to fuck you. And then I’m gonna roll over and you’re gonna ride me until we come together. Okay?”
He nods. I slap his ass, hard.
“Shit, yes,” he gasps.
I press kisses to his ass cheeks, and he moans and whimpers, sweat breaking out along his back and neck.
“Has anyone else had you while I was sick?” I ask him, and he shakes his head. I slap his ass again.
“Jesus. No, I swear. No one. I haven’t come at all without you. I haven’t even touched myself.”
Holy shit. Why does that make me so fucking happy?
“You wanted me to make you come?”
“Yes.”
“Mmmmm,” I groan, and then suck and nibble on his ass some more, leaving my marks there as I do.
“Shit, Jax,” he whines, his body trembling. “Please.” He’s not quite at the tears part yet, but we’ll get there.
My own cock is throbbing, aching to be inside him, but I want him fucking feral for me before I fuck him. I can’t wait to see him on top of me, fucking himself on my cock.
I lean over him, pressing kisses to the stunning tattoo of the gnarled tree on his back, the pink and blue butterflies above it. I keep kissing down his back until I get to his ass, and then spread his cheeks and lick over his hole again.
“Nnnnngg,” he cries out, and I know the tears are coming. I can’t fucking wait. I lick another stripe from his taint to his hole again, and he bucks. Then I flutter my tongue along his pucker, driving him wild, and when he speaks again it’s music to my ears.
“Fuck, Jax, please,” he begs, his voice broken. “Please.”
I want to torture him a little bit longer though, so I flutter my tongue a bit more, before I spear inside him. He wails and I hold him tight as I tongue fuck him. He shoves his ass back until I spank him, and then he’s trembling and sobbing as I feast on his beautiful body. God, he tastes so damn good. Saliva drips down my chin and along his crack as I bring him pleasure, my cock so hard it hurts as my precum leaks onto the sheet below me.
“Jackson,” he gasps. “I can’t. Please, I can’t.” He’s sobbing so hard he can barely get the words out. Fuck, that’s hot.
I pull out and roll over, grabbing a condom and sliding it on as he straddles my hips, his cheeks streaked with tears. He moves to wipe them away as I slick up my cock with lube.
“Don’t,” I tell him. “Leave them. I want to see them while you ride me. Everything stays. The hat, the socks, and those gorgeous tears.” I grip my dick and he moves forward, pushing up on his knees until he’s situated just above me. “Fuck yourself on my cock, doll.”
He lowers himself, and I let out a loud groan, my head thrown back as my dick buries itself inside his tight heat. “Oh, god, Preston. So good, baby. So damn good.”
His hands rest on my chest now, as I grip his hips, and I open my eyes as he sinks a little lower, then pulls up, letting me come almost all the way out, before he slides back down, and holy hell, it’s just as good the second time.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he cries, those hot as hell tear tracks staining his cheeks, his skin flushed and sweat-slick, lips red and swollen from our kisses. He looks like utter sin, and I fucking love it. “I’m not gonna last long, Jax.”
“Me either, beautiful,” I assure him.
He pushes up one more time, before he sinks all the way down, sheathing me inside his beautiful body. Fuck this is incredible. I grip his hips and close my eyes, taking a deep breath in and out so I don’t come right fucking now.
“Do I feel good?” he taunts, and I chuckle, but even that sends a bolt of pleasure racing to my balls.
“Fuck, yes. Too damn good.” I open my eyes and stare into his. He’s no longer crying, but his pupils are huge and darker than normal, and his dick is straining, looking so fucking delicious as it leaks onto my belly. He leans over and licks along my right nipple, then sucks on it for a heartbeat before moving to the pierced nipple, licking it before taking it into his mouth, moaning around it and making me gasp, my dick jerking inside him. “Move,” I tell him, my voice commanding and rough.
He does, releasing me before raising and lowering on my dick, his moans of pleasure getting louder and louder as he picks up his pace, moving faster and faster. His eyes close and his mouth parts as he fucks himself on me. God, that’s hot. All that beautiful golden skin on display, those hard nipples, that mouth watering dick bobbing up and down, slapping him in the belly as he bounces on my cock. “You look so damn good on top of me,” I growl, before I start to thrust up into him.
“That’s it, baby.” I don’t know what it is about that hat, but him wearing it and only it, while he rides me is so damn sexy.
“Fuck,” he whines. “I need to come. You feel so good, Jax.”
“Come for me, beautiful. Show me what I do to you.” He cries out my name as he howls his release for the second time that night, his ass spasming around my dick as his spunk covers my chest. That’s all it takes for me to come, too, and I cry out his name as I unload inside him.
He collapses on top of me, and my arms come around him this time. His hat is falling off again so I remove it and toss it on the floor before I find myself running my fingers through his sweaty hair, and he pants against me.
“That was incredible,” he breathes. “Fuck, Jax, I can’t remember the last time I came three times in less than an hour.”
I chuckle and press a kiss to his hair. It smells like sweat, and peaches, and I love it.
His chest rises and falls against mine, and I stroke my finger down his spine, making him squirm and laugh. What I should be doing is leaving. The sex is over and that’s what I came here for, right? But instead I find myself saying, “Tell me about the rest of your tattoos.”
He lifts his head and looks at me. “Stay,” he says, and I swallow, my chest tightening. “Please. We can clean off and get back in bed, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” He strokes my cheek. “Just please stay.”
Even though I know better, I find myself nodding, and when his eyes light up and a smile splits his face, I can’t help smiling, too. He kisses me and then raises up a bit so that I can slide out of him.
We head to the bathroom and rinse off in the shower, then move back to his room where he slides on some clean boxer briefs and pajama pants, and I put my lacy black panties back on since they’re spunk free.
“You want some pants?” he asks, “or a shirt?”
“I’ll take a shirt,” I tell him.
“No pants?”
I saunter over to where he’s standing and kiss him. “If I do that you don’t get to enjoy me in my panties, and I thought I remembered you complaining about not being able to do that?”
He shivers and says, “I wasn’t complaining. I was just stating a fact.”
“Oh, well, then by all means I’ll take pants.”
He pouts and I laugh. “Just give me the shirt, you panty slut.”
He grins and reaches in his dresser drawer, tossing me a plain white T-shirt that I slip into. It’s a bit big but it works, and it smells like him which I tell myself I do not love, nor do I love the idea of wearing his clothes to bed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can’t help grinning, because, yeah, I look good in his shirt and just my panties.
“You’re hot as hell, now get in bed,” he says, and I look at him, eyebrow raised.
He gives me a sheepish grin. “Please?”
I smirk and make my way over to the side he’s not already lying down on. He stares at me while I slide off the rest of my rings and take out my earrings, setting them on the nightstand. The nose ring and the tongue ring stay in.
I haven’t stayed overnight at another guy’s place in a long time and I told myself I wouldn’t do it again, but here I am. Just like all the other rules I broke for Preston, I’m breaking this one, too.
“You okay?” he asks, since I’m just standing there, staring at the bed. “You really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”
But I do want to. That’s the problem. So before I can talk myself out of it, I pull the blankets back and slide under them. It’s late, and I’m exhausted and it’ll be just this once, I tell myself.
Preston grins and scoots closer, kissing me. I hum and press against him when his hand slides inside the back of my panties and he grips my ass cheek, squeezing it.
“Mmmm,” he murmurs against my lips, our foreheads pressed together. “Damn, I like panties.”
I chuckle. We kiss a little longer before I pull back. “Roll over,” I tell him, and he does, giving me his back. I run my fingers along the tattoo that spans almost his entire back. “Tell me about this one. Is it for your parents?”
He nods. “Their fight against cancer. I guess the tree, when I saw it, I felt like I was looking at myself, or what I felt like during that time, just really vulnerable and scared and honestly, half alive. But when they made it through treatment and the doctor told us they were in remission it was like I could breathe again, and so the leaves and flowers were a symbol of that and the butterflies are for them. The blue one is for my dad. It represents beating prostate cancer, and the pink one is for my mom. Breast cancer.”
I finish tracing it as he speaks and then lean in and press a kiss to the area between his shoulder blades. “That’s beautiful,” I tell him, and he rolls back over, onto his back. He pulls me to him and I go, my heart skipping a beat as my leg slots between his. I swallow as my head rests on his chest. He’s warm and strong, and being in his arms makes me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling. Makes me want things I shouldn’t want. Because I don’t live in a fairy tale, and I don’t get the handsome prince in the end. But I can’t make myself move away. So for tonight I’ll pretend.
“What about this one?” I ask, touching the roses on his forearm as he moves his fingers along my back.
“Oh, those and the dragon are just because they look cool.”
I laugh and so does he. “I could have come up with some elaborate story, but I know how much you love my honesty.”
I purr and press a kiss to his chest. His fingers lower and run just above the waistband of my panties at the very top of my ass cheeks. I chuckle again. “You can touch me,” I tell him.
“I don’t know how I’m going to sleep like this because you’re already making me hard,” he murmurs as he slides his hand inside the panties again and caresses my ass cheeks. I hum and bury my nose in his neck. “You really are so damn sexy in these, Jax. I’d never seen panties on a guy before you. But I’m a big fan.”
I chuckle again as my dick lengthens against his thigh. I can’t help it when I’m this close to him and he’s touching me the way he is. My skin is vibrating with his hand on my ass. “If we’re gonna get any sleep, you’re gonna have to move your hand,” I murmur against his skin.
He groans and squeezes my ass one more time, and then reluctantly pulls his hand away. I roll over and he spoons me, his dick pressed against my ass. I’m not entirely sure this is any better, but before I know it, I’m drifting to sleep.