11. Chapter Eleven #2
It’s well past midnight, and Jacob hasn’t turned into a pumpkin yet.
What he has turned into, I’m not sure. His mouth moves quickly from mine to my jaw and down my neck again as his hands settle on my hips.
He tugs at my shirt, pulling the bottom out of my pants, and I groan the moment I feel his palm on my flushed skin.
The room is spinning. Or is that me?
I fumble to get my keycard out of my pocket and into the door, but on the third try I get it. Usually, I’m much more controlled than this, even drunk. And I know I am most certainly drunk and I’m pretty sure he is, too.
I tighten my grip on his hips and pull him in the door and we both stumble on our feet as we enter, kissing, biting, at one another as we fight for dominance. My cock is so hard now, despite the alcohol, that I think I could legit bludgeon someone to death with it if I wanted.
“You are so fucking hot,” he murmurs between his kisses. His hands work deftly at my belt as I shove him up against the door, thrusting my heavy cock against him.
“So are you,” I tell him as I make quick work to unbutton his pants. My mind is a mess and all I can focus on at the moment is the overwhelming need to touch him, to kiss him, to feel him everywhere .
He was perfect. So fucking perfect, tonight. With my parents and even with some of the other people here. He’s sweet, charming, a little bit of a brat sometimes, and he’s certainly smart and can command a room. I’ve seen it firsthand.
My mouth latches onto his neck as I get his pants unzipped, and I shove them down to his ankles. My hands rove over his body, along his hips, his abs, his evident hardness.
I squeeze his cock through his underwear, noting the sizeable bulge. He lets out a groan as I growl out the one word I’ve been dying to say all night since I picked him up from his apartment.
“Mine.”
Jacob unravels beneath me, his hands freeing me of my own fabric prison. I feel the slight tremor in his body against mine, but his hands are steady.
“Oh, fuck…” he breathes. The sound of his voice like this…
It’s like music to my ears.
I slide one hand over his hip, my palm resting on his ass. I squeeze it before I smack it, feeling the smooth fabric of his underwear instead of his supple skin, but I make no move to remove it yet. I want to savor this moment because I’ve been thinking about it since I saw him in that coffee shop.
Well, since I saw his picture, honestly.
“The proper response, little prince—” I smooth my hand over his ass once more and grab it, pulling him closer against me as I hold his surprised gaze.
His eyes may look surprised, but his cock is twitching against my own and his breath is rapid, his pulse beneath my hand on his neck racing like my heartbeat. “Is either yes, Sir, or yes, Daddy. ”
He blinks, biting his lip, and I wait patiently for him to open that pretty mouth of his.
“Do you understand?” My voice is dark, thick, and raspy, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard it sound like this. It’s like I’m someone else. Like he makes me someone else, brings out something inside of me I’ve only just started to scratch the surface of.
He licks his lips, pushing me off of him, and for a moment I think I fucked up. That he reconsiders because I’ve just signed my death certificate and put a pin in this perfect night, this perfect date.
Because he was right. I did know what my perfect date was.
I’d been on it all night.
I didn’t answer him because I didn’t want to sound like an idiot because this is a man who’s been on hundreds of dates and has probably been on more magical dates than I could ever pull off.
But honestly, my perfect date was just picking up my hot boyfriend, taking him to dinner, kissing him until I couldn’t breathe.
It was seeing my parents light up even for the briefest moment and entertain what I want, or rather who.
It was dancing the night away and feeling invincible because he was in my arms. It was flying high like a kite, because of him.
And if his throbbing cock against my own is any indication, we’re going to end it perfectly, too.
Jacob looks up at me with dilated pupils, his kiss-swollen lips parted as he says, “Yes, Daddy,” and I think I see stars.
I kiss him. Hard. I slip my hands in between the waistband of his briefs and he lets out a soft sigh as I slide them down to his ankles and push him onto the bed.
He falls easily, and I have to take a moment to appreciate the view.
His golden hair, all messy and sweaty from our combined dancing and making out.
His toned chest, his flushed cheeks. Those big, blue eyes staring up at me with anticipation, his cock bouncing freely, gleaming with the evidence of just how turned on he is, naked before me with his pants and underwear around his ankles.
It’s too hard not to resist touching myself, so I don’t. I grab my cock through my briefs and groan from the relief. His gaze flashes from my face to my cock as he swallows hard. He doesn’t move a muscle, frozen as he stares at me.
“Like what you see, little prince?” I ask, my voice thick and full of drunken confidence.
Jacob nods, and like the perfect man he is, utters, “Yes, Daddy.”
I don’t even bother stifling my groan, because fuck… I want to hear him say those words over and over again.
I walk over to him until I’m standing between his legs, holding my covered cock in my hand.
I rest a hand behind his head gently, cradling the base of his head and neck.
His hair is slightly damp, but still smooth as silk.
I don’t miss the way his gaze flashes to me then my covered cock, or the way his lips part and his tongue darts out to lick them.
“All you have to do is ask,” I tell him, my voice dark. “Daddy will give you everything you want,” I say. Jacob lets out a shaky breath, settling his hands on the sides of my hips, his fingers pulling at the waistband.
I gently push his head with my palm, forcing him to look up at me. I need him to understand. Everything feels like utter chaos right now, but when I look at him, I have the overwhelming desire to make him understand.
I would give him everything.
Because he’s so fucking perfect, and he’s mine.
He licks his lips and I can feel his hands working to peel my briefs down. With my free hand, I stop him, grabbing his wrist.
I shake my head.
“Tell me you understand,” I mutter. Jacob’s palm is warm against my flesh and my cock is aching to be freed, but I need those words from him. I need him to say Yes, Daddy.
Jacob lets out a heavy breath. “I understand,” he murmurs, his hands gripping my thighs where I hold him. I let go, his words soothing the ache inside me as I gaze down at him, like this. My cock presses against the tight fabric, wet and strained.
And then I feel the rush of air, cool against my shaft as he pushes my briefs down with a heavy force and grabs me by my cock, harder than I would have thought he was capable of.
Up until this moment, all Jacob has been has been charming. Sweet, even. But one look in his deep blue eyes as he squeezes my leaking, hard cock, and I realize I am in trouble. Because beneath all the sugar, is spice.
“I would just rather ask for forgiveness than permission,” he says, and I barely get a chance to open my mouth before he’s wrapping his perfect lips around my cock and hollowing his cheeks.
“Oh, fuck, Jake, baby—”
The air whooshes out of my lungs as he rolls his tongue around my cock, groaning and moaning as he cradles my balls with one hand and holds my ass in place with the other. He licks and sucks me like he’s starving, and I don’t mean for food.
His eagerness is not missed, and I can already feel my orgasm starting to culminate like a storm.
“Jake…” I bite, blinking as I try to process the world around me. I feel flush and my balls draw tight, and I start to panic, because I don’t want to come this fast, but if he keeps up what he’s doing, I’m going to.
And I don’t want this to be over so fast. I want to enjoy it, I want to enjoy every bit of what he’s giving me.
My thoughts stray and wander down guilty roads. Somewhere in the back of my mind, this feels like deja vu. Another mouth, another orgasm. Another night that will lead to a morning alone, and I hate that.
My gaze lands on the couch, and the images from last night push forth. Of another man between my legs, with my cock in his mouth. I try to push the thought aside, not wanting to think of fucking Garrett and his bullshit right now. Not when I’m with Jacob.
But I also can’t shake the memory of that fantasy, the one I let myself desperately cling to so I could come down Garrett’s throat.
Of Jacob and his perfect mouth bringing me to release.
I groan as my fingers tighten in his hair at the base of his neck.
I grip them tight as I thrust my cock into his throat without a second thought, my body chasing what it craves.
Release.
I’ve always been the kind of man who likes a little control.
It’s why I like it when men like Garrett resist me.
When they fight and challenge me. Throw me around and try to get me to submit.
I never do, they always tap out because they all talk a big game in front of those board rooms and on their fucking yachts, but the minute I have them on their knees with their faces pressed into the pillows, they cave like the little bitches they actually are, and that submission is always a sweet victory.
But with Jacob, I feel… different. I don’t want to control him.
I want to submit.
I want him to take everything I have to give and then some.
Fucking hell.