28. Stone
STONE
I’m buzzed as the door falls shut.
My skin is singing, my cells longing for him. I launch myself at Jackson, pushing him against the wall, slamming my body against his.
Frenzied and fevered, I’m driven by all the things we said, and all the things I still want to say.
Everything I want to tell him. Everything I’m putting down in a song.
But how do I give voice to this cyclone of emotions clawing through me? To all this newness?
I don’t know, so instead I kiss him the way I feel.
We kiss like fireworks, like an anthem, like lightning and thunder and summer rain.
When we break apart, I drag a hand down his shirt, my breath coming hard. “Did you think about fucking me all day?”
He growls his answer as he wraps his arms around me. “I always do.”
“I thought about you onstage tonight. I think about you offstage too. All the time. I can’t get you out of my head, J,” I say, trying that on for size, taking steps to telling him how much I feel for him.
His lips quirk into a dirty grin. “Sounds like tonight would be the perfect night to edge you, then.”
My skin sizzles. My bones practically hum at the prospect. “Would you?”
Jackson loops a hand around my waist, hauls me in close, and yanks me against his firm body. “Would I? Do you not get it? I want to do everything with you, to you, for you.”
I groan, sparking everywhere at his promises. They sound like more than sex. They sound like he wants to be the guy in the picture.
Right now, though, my body is plugged in, and my body gets priority. My desires are cranked high. I need to touch him and to be touched.
I run a thumb down his jaw, tracing his carved features. “Edge me.”
He lets go of my waist, holding up one finger. “One rule.”
“Hit me up.” I’d probably agree to anything right now.
He clasps my face, holding me in both hands. His touch feels wildly possessive. “Do you trust me?”
I don’t have to think twice. The answer is self-evident. “Completely.”
“That’s the only rule, then. Just trust me to take care of you.”
“I do.”
Tonight feels like we’re running to the edge of the cliff and jumping into the ocean.
And I’m shouting in excitement as I fall.
We start in the shower, turning the water as hot as it can go. It beats down on both of us as we rinse off the day, getting clean. Jackson turns me around, lines up his chest against my back, and slides his hands down my arms.
I shiver from the brush of his body as I heat up inside. His hands reach mine, and he pushes my palms against the tiled wall.
“Stay like that,” he murmurs.
“I will.”
Closing my eyes, I relish the sensory overload—the sounds of the water, the heat of the shower, the feel of him.
His big palms skate down my body, and I shudder at the way they travel along my frame. His hands meld to me, covering me, curling over my ass, brushing down my thighs, then up again. He loops his hands around my waist, travels them up to my pecs, and grips them.
He pushes his strong chest against me, and I moan, lowering my head so I can sink into the feel of him.
He paints a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck, but he doesn’t stay there for long. His hands return to my back, roaming lower, then between my legs, cupping my balls.
There’s a noise. The sound of Jackson’s knees touching the tile. He’s on the floor.
I shudder with anticipation.
I know what he’s going to do, and I want it so badly. Desire winds down my spine. Filthy images flash before me as my cock hardens impossibly more.
“Yes,” I moan, before he even touches me with his lips.
Just knowing he’s going to is enough to make me throb.
I am aching.
My whole body is screaming out for him. Longing for what’s next.
He bites my ass, and I groan. He nibbles on my flesh, nipping at the musical notes, humming as he goes. More bites and nips and kisses. Like he’s marking me all over.
Lower, then lower.
And then, wicked bliss begins.
He flicks his tongue down my ass, and I shiver. I’m going to die of pleasure.
“J,” I groan.
My lover presses his mouth to me, and it is torture. Beautiful, exquisite torture.
Electricity flares in my veins, sparking, sizzling.
Sensations rocket through me.
His tongue is soft and eager.
So intimate and so deliciously dirty.
I can’t form words. I can’t speak. I can only moan, because this is phenomenal.
He rewards my incoherent groaning with a slow, tantalizing lick.
Then another.
One more.
Lust roars through me, and I groan, a feral sound that drives him on.
My head goes hazy from the intensity of the sensations.
My knees buckle; my hands start to slide down the wall. I’m not sure I can stand much longer.
And he knows it.
Jackson rises, turns off the water, and hands me a towel. “You need to lie down for this because I’m going to drive you crazy.”
“You already are.”
A minute later, I’m lying in bed. This beautiful man settles between my legs, and this time he’s a tease.
He sucks on my balls, drawing one into his mouth, then the other, making me grab his head hard.
Seconds later, he lets go, moving lower, tracing a line right under them with that naughty tongue.
Down lower, almost there, tantalizing me.
Teasing me as he blows warm breath against my skin, then whispers in a hot, filthy voice, “I want to taste you everywhere. Kiss you all over. Make you mine.”
“Do it,” I urge. Those last words light me up. I don’t know if he means sexually or in some other way. I choose to imagine it’s both because that’s how I want him. I want to be his.
His big hands are on my thighs, and he pushes me open even more. He raises a hand, grabs my dick, and strokes me as his tongue explores me. Pleasure rushes through my veins, and I’m close.
I writhe at the intensity, grab his head harder, grip him tighter.
But he stops.
I tense.
He lifts his face, squeezes the base of my dick, then lets go, leaving me hanging.
I’m buzzing. “I was so close,” I moan, complaining, but not entirely.
I want to be worked over.
I want to be pushed.
I want to be teased.
“I’m going to get you there.”
With a wicked grin, Jackson moves around, dips his face, and hoovers my cock into his throat.
It’s a gorgeous sight as I stare down my body, enjoying the view of this man between my thighs, taking my dick between his blow-job lips.
He sucks me deeply, relentlessly, and I am lost.
I get the full candy-shop treatment, like I’m a lollipop and he’s sucking and swirling his tongue all over me.
He gives me a long, delicious suck, and in seconds, bliss roars through me again, the promise of exquisite ecstasy. I’m close once more.
I wrap my hands around his head, arching up, fucking his mouth. He curls his palms over my ass, and he sucks me like he loves it. I love it too. I love everything he does to me.
Maybe too much, since I’m close again, pleasure coiling in my spine.
“J,” I warn.
Instantly, he lets go of my shaft, and I fall from his mouth, desperate to return to the warm paradise.
I groan in misery until my breath evens out and the pending crush of pleasure abates. “I can’t take it much longer,” I tell him.
He rises, kneels between my legs, and meets my eyes. “It’ll be worth it. I’m going to make it so good for you.”
I breathe heavily, my chest rising and falling. “You always do,” I murmur.
He runs a hand down my chest, touching me like he adores me. Maybe that’s wishful thinking. I don’t know anymore. All I know is I am on the brink of desire, the edge of falling.
His fingers trace the grooves of my abs. “That’s because I love touching you, Stone. And I love fucking you.”
I’m dying for him to add one more statement to those. One more use of the same verb.
Say it. I feel it too.
But I can’t focus on words when he reaches for the lube, slicking up his hands.
My God. Those hands. The things they do to me. The things he wants to do to me. Those hands are wicked magic.
Seconds later, one hand strokes me; the other plays with my ass.
He’s doing it again. Fucking me everywhere.
His fingers slide inside me; his hand fists me.
I can’t focus.
I can’t think.
I can only feel this wild pleasure.
The mind-bending ecstasy of twin sensations as he jerks my cock and fucks me with his fingers.
Maybe two fingers, maybe three. I don’t even know. Don’t even care.
I’m a bomb about to explode as he gets me ready.
Tick-fucking-tock.
Lifting my hips, I arch into his hands, fucking up, fucking down, groaning, writhing.
I shove my hands in my hair then slide them down my body, reaching for him.
“Get in me. Please.”
Mercifully, he stops before I can shoot all over him.
He lets go, eases out his fingers, and crawls over me, stopping to kiss my lips before grabbing a condom. “On your side, babe.”
Babe.
He calls me babe now, and I think it might kill me—this term of endearment.
I shift onto my side, reaching for my cock, giving it a tug that makes me moan like an animal.
With a soft laugh, he says, “I’ll get you there, Stone.”
Once he’s covered up, he adds more lube to the condom, moves behind me, and lines up, spooning me, his chest to my back. He adjusts my leg, setting it on top of his thigh, giving himself room to enter me.
He presses against me, and I swear I’m seconds from blastoff. “I’m not going to last,” I rasp.
Jackson grips my hip, digging in his fingers as he pushes into my body. “Don’t need to. This is for you now. Come anytime, babe.”
I’m dying to come in my hand this second, but I also want to hold off now that he’s in me. Now that he’s sliding his cock where I want him, I’d like to savor every second.
Don’t want it to end. Don’t want it to stop.
“You feel so good,” I moan, stroking my dick as he bottoms out.
His breath is hot and sharp against my neck, like he can barely take it. Like he can barely withstand the intensity of our fucking.
And it is intense.
Those big fingers dig into my hipbone. His other arm slides under me, around me, wrapping across my chest. “Need you close to me,” Jackson grunts as he jerks me against him, pulling my back tight to his body. I grip his arm, keeping him right there with barely any space between us.
He thrusts into me, and the sound he makes is insane.
His groan is carnal.
Filthy.
I’m an inferno as he lets go of my hip, brings his free hand to my cock, and grips it, taking over for me. I grapple at the sheet, clutching it, rasping out yes after yes .
“Stone,” he says, groaning my name like he’s in love with me too. “I love this. Love being in you.”
There’s that word again.
The one I long to hear.
“It’s never been like this,” I grunt, reaching my other hand behind me, grabbing his ass as we move together like water, like air, like life itself.
His arm on my pecs tightens. His voice goes smoky. “Never.”
And that’s it. That’s all I can take. I can’t last. I can’t survive this. I want only him.
Just him.
Always him.