20. Jax #2
I was planning on just kissing him and seeing how he felt after, but now that he’s clinging to me and rubbing his hard dick against my thigh like the needy man I’ve grown accustomed to, those altruistic thoughts fly from my head and are replaced by a single word: mine.
Myles is mine, and I don’t care if it takes the rest of his life to prove it to him; he will always be mine.
Giving in to the desire and need burning inside me, I grab him by his thighs and lift him so he’s forced to wrap his muscular legs around my waist as I hold him.
He makes a surprised sound against my lips but doesn’t stop kissing me as he drapes his arms over my shoulders and holds on. This new position makes him taller than me, and he uses that little bit of leverage to own my mouth the way I just owned his.
Needing more of him, I take several long strides and press him against the wall next to his window. I take advantage of our new position to drag my hard dick against his and knead his full ass cheeks with my hands.
He tears his lips from mine and lets his head fall back against the wall with a loud cry. I fit my mouth over his carotid artery and gently stroke my tongue over his skin as it pulses rhythmically.
Myles cries out and uses one hand to hold my head in place, locking me against one of the most vulnerable parts of himself, and my chest squeezes with something I can’t place at the show of trust.
“Jax,” he whispers, and more of those unnamed feelings move through my chest at the reverence in his voice as he says my name like it’s a prayer.
I shift my mouth off his pulse point and suck a hickey into the junction where his shoulder meets his neck.
“Yes,” he encourages as he slides his fingers through my hair and pushes it back from my face. “More.”
Greedily, I move up his throat, giving each spot a hard, sucking kiss that leaves his abused skin pink with my mark.
He tears at my clothes, grabbing and yanking on my sweater as he rocks his hips and frots against me with wild abandon that sends my own desire into the stratosphere.
With a growl that doesn’t even sound human, I pull him off the wall so I can walk him to his bed.
He clings to me and makes little mewling noises that trigger the instinct to both protect him with my life and take him apart piece by tiny piece until he’s nothing but a whimpering, spent mess under me.
My shins hit the side of his mattress, and instead of throwing him onto the bed, I plant one knee on the edge and tip us over so I fall on top of him and cover his body with mine.
He immediately wraps his legs around my thighs and arches into me. I pin his hips to the mattress and grind down on him. He whimpers against my kiss and drags his hands down my back, his nails slipping over the material of my hoodie as he claws at me like a man possessed.
Jamming one arm under his body, I hold him against me as I simultaneously lift off the bed and crawl so we’re situated in the center of the large mattress.
He falls on the covers with a surprised cry when I release him and cage him in with my arms on either side of his shoulders and my knees between his thighs, forcing him to spread them wide for me.
His chest heaves with rapid, shallow breaths, and his parted lips are red and puffy from my kisses.
His eyes are crazed and filled with desperate need, but there’s an air of shock around him that makes him look almost drunk.
That makes me smile, and my smile deepens when he places his hands on the bed next to mine. Taking the hint, I grip his wrists and push them into the mattress.
His eyes roll back, and the ragged sigh he lets out makes my already hard dick throb with white-hot need.
Taking his mouth again, I kiss him hard and deep and use my bulk to pin him to the bed. He meets me kiss for kiss, and I swallow the continuous stream of sighs and bitten-off moans that fall from his lips.
His cock is rock hard against mine, and he whimpers in protest when I tear my mouth from his and sit back so I’m kneeling over him.
He’s staring up at me in wonder. The heat that flares in his eyes as he drags his tongue over his bottom lip makes my dick pulse at the memories of just how good that tongue feels on my dick.
Not wanting to wait even a second longer to have more of him, I strip off my sweater and toss it aside.
Then I do the same with my t-shirt, leaving me in only my lightweight pants and shoes.
Myles’s eyes widen as he traces his eyes over my upper body, and it’s then I realize that he’s never seen any part of me other than my hands and my dick.
I stay still and let him look at me, and the appreciation in his gaze makes more of those weird feelings move through my chest. I know I look good.
I work hard for my body, and Jace and I lucked out genetically.
We’re used to being stared at, especially when we’re together, but it’s different with Myles.
The hunger in his gaze is undeniable, but there’s something else there that looks suspiciously like possession as he lifts one hand like he wants to reach for me but drops it back on the bed. Taking his wrist in my hand, I press his palm against my stomach.
His fingers flex against the hard planes of my abs as he rakes his gaze over my torso.
I stay still as he gently rubs his hand down the center of my stomach, following my treasure trail until it disappears under the waistband of my pants.
Instead of touching me through my pants, he runs his hand back up my stomach and over one of my pecs.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as he drops his hand.
“Not quite. But you can call me that if you want.”
He shoots me a flat look, but it’s ruined by the lusty gleam in his eye and the soft flush on his cheeks.
“Like what you see?” I ask, a teasing lilt in my voice.
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes, and we need to fix that.”
The spark in his eyes fades, and he puts his hands over his stomach in a protective pose.
I fall forward and catch myself on my hands, caging him in again. “You don’t want me to see what’s mine?”
He shivers under my gaze, but he can’t cover up the flare of unease that passes over his handsome face. “It’s not that, I’m just…”
I press my body down on his, and he relaxes under my weight.
“I’ve seen it all before,” I remind him. “Do you remember the night you jerked off for me in your window?”
He nods.
“Did you know I could hear you that night, and not just see you?”
His breathing hitches, and his lips part in a quiet gasp.
“Watching you was so damn hot, but hearing you was everything.” I put my lips next to his ear.
“You made me come so hard I almost fell out of that damn tree.” He shivers under me, and I gently rub my cheek against his jaw.
The rasp of our stubble catching sends a flurry of tingles through me.
“Now, are you going to let me see what’s mine? ”
He’s practically vibrating when I push back up on my knees, and he doesn’t protest when I grip his shirt by the hem and strip it off him.
His cock is hard and tenting the front of his sweatpants, and I grip the waistband so I can gently slide them down. He lifts his hips to help me, and I toss them aside as his cock bobs free and a bead of precum slides down his shaft.
He’s staring up at me with those wide, innocent eyes that are going to be the death of me, and I wrap my hand around his base so I can give his shaft a long, slow stroke.
His moan is loud and unrestrained as he bucks up into my touch. I stroke him a few more times, flicking my gaze between his face and his dick as I pin his hips to the bed with my free hand.
He’s whimpering and moaning for me, but he freezes when I use my knees to spread his legs apart.
“I didn’t prep,” he whispers. “I didn’t know you’d?—”
I cut him off with a quick kiss. “I know.”
He looks like he wants to say more, but I just give him another quick kiss and a few more strokes on his cock.
He moans against my lips, but it quickly turns into a gasp when I let go of his dick and lift his legs so his knees are up against his chest.
Not thinking twice about what I’m doing, I shift down his body and lower my mouth to his ass.
“What are you— oh god !”
I don’t waste any time and swipe my tongue over his fluttering hole.
His cry is so loud it echoes in the room. I pin his hips to the bed and do it again.
Seeing him all spread out and having him at my mercy is hot as fuck, but there’s something especially sexy about pleasuring him like this.
It hasn’t escaped me that all of our encounters to date have been about me using him. It’s what we both wanted, but now that things have shifted between us, I don’t just want more; I need it.
I want to see his pleasure-slack face when I take his dick in my mouth for the first time. I want to hear him scream for me as I fuck his hole with my tongue. I want him to feel good because knowing I’m giving him pleasure makes everything that much better for not just him, but also for me.
Before Myles, I never really cared too much about what my few sexual partners felt. I did what was expected and made sure that they came, but I didn’t care about prolonging their pleasure or rocking their worlds or anything like that. It was just sex with them, but with Myles, it’s so much more.
He’s wiggling and writhing under me, but I just hold him still and attack his hole with my mouth.
His cries are so loud I’d worry about half the dorm hearing us if I gave a shit about that, but I don’t, so I keep eating him out and watching his reactions so I can make sure to give him the most pleasure possible.
Myles slips one hand into my hair and wraps the long strands around his fingers so he can give them a little tug. I ignore the warning and stab my tongue as deep inside him as I can.
Can I make him come with just my mouth? The thought makes my dick pulse and throb, and I double my efforts so I can see just how much he can take.