Chapter 8 Jackson
JACKSON
Ihad nothing to do outside, but I needed to get away from Aiden.
I’d been so tempted to peek behind the screen.
To see his naked body again. Earlier, when I’d undressed and wiped him off, I’d been too worried about him to think too much about the skin under my hands.
But now that he seemed okay, I wanted to touch him again.
Fuck.
Why did I have to find him so goddamn sexy?
He was a fucking guy. I was straight. Never looked at another man in all my years in the Marines.
But then, the Marines didn’t build men like Aiden.
With his soft skin, kissable lips, and round, bouncy ass.
The way he moaned and gasped when I rubbed our cocks together…
I just knew he was a screamer. And not just because I’d heard him screaming before when he was having fun with one of his “friends.”
Fuck, I hated those men he’d spread his legs for. Every single one of them.
My cock was so fucking hard. I gave a bark of laughter and took another drag of the cigarette I’d “borrowed” from the pack I’d found in the kitchen.
To think that for the past year and a half, my wife and my doctors had failed to give me an erection without medication.
No amount of therapy worked. Apparently, my dick was broken until I was around Aiden.
After smoking two cigarettes, I returned inside.
Aiden was sound asleep. His face was relaxed, almost serene.
He looked so peaceful and beautiful my heart ached with longing.
I crawled into bed beside him, careful not to wake him up.
His body heat radiated off him like a furnace.
If only he would open his eyes. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was for everything.
For the way I’d treated him all these years.
And worst of all, that I could no longer see him as a stepson, but as a man.
A desirable man.
As I lay next to him, my cock plumped up. I ignored it and closed my eyes with my hands folded under my head. I couldn’t have been sleeping for long when I jolted awake from something twisting and turning beside me.
Aiden was thrashing around in his sleep.
“Aiden.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him gently. “Aiden, wake up.”
A sob tore from him, and he threw his arms around me, holding on to me tight. With a groan, I stroked his back. I could do this without taking advantage of him.
“Jackson?” he whispered softly.
“Yeah, it’s me. You’re safe. Go back to sleep.”
He shifted to lie on my shoulder with a leg thrown over me, dangerously close to my erection. My heart pounded.
Stay calm. He’ll go back to sleep.
A hand slipped beneath my shirt and up my chest. I sucked in a deep breath when Aiden’s fingers connected with my nipple. He toyed with it, pulling and squeezing until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck.” I rolled us both so he was under me. He spread his legs, and I settled between them, pressing our groins together.
“Oh!” He arched up into me, thrusting against my cock.
“Deni.” I slammed my mouth onto his.
We passionately kissed, sucking on each other’s tongues. He reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head. I did the same with his and threw it onto the floor. He was completely naked, gorgeous.
“You’re so pretty, Aiden.”
He grasped the back of my head and pressed my lips back to his. I kissed him back, plunging my tongue into his mouth. He made those sweet sounds. Pants that begged me to keep going.
“Oh god.” Aiden raked his fingernails down my back. “I want more tonight. Please. It’s been so long.”
It hadn’t been that long. And I hated remembering that. Hated that I might just be a convenient cock for him. But I hated myself more that I knew all this but wouldn’t be able to hold back.
I flipped Aiden over onto his hands and knees. How could I look into his face and do this with him?
“Yes.” He brought his fingers back and rubbed them between his cheeks. “Please fuck me. I need that gigantic cock in my hole. Use me.”
Anger mingled with passion inside me. I grasped him by the hair and pulled him up. He cried out and tossed his head back, gazing at me from half-lidded eyes glazed over with desire.
“Yes,” he moaned. “Make me your bitch, your sissy boy. Own me with that cock.”
“You’re so fucking hungry for it,” I growled. “I need to find lube.”
“No. No time. Use your spit. I can take it.”
“It’ll hurt.”
“I want it to hurt, and it won’t. Not that much anyway. I’m not new to this.”
I shoved his head back down into the mattress and slapped his ass. “Slut. That’s what you are, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he gasped around the sheet in his mouth. “That’s it. Rough me up a little. Treat me like a sissy who’s just good for being fucked.”
“You are a sissy.” I pulled his cheek to the left and smacked his hole with my fingers hard. “Look at that pussy. I’m going to ruin it with my cock.”
“Oh god. Yes.” A shiver ran down his spine.
Fuck, he was loving this. Me talking to him this way. He already looked fucked out and I hadn’t even touched him yet.
I licked my fingers. His hole was begging for me now, I could tell. I slid one finger in and moved it around as if tearing him apart. He growled and pushed back against me, seeking more.
“You like that?” I asked, my voice husky against his ear. “You want to be filled up just like that? You want to feel me inside you?”
He nodded, his breath a steady staccato of need against the mattress.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Deni,” I said in a low voice. “Fuck that hole and turn it into my pussy. That’s what you want, sweetheart?”
“Yes! Yes! Pleasepleaseplease, Daddy. Please put it inside me. I need it.”
I spat on his hole then plunged deep, sending every inch of me into his body. He screamed out loud, jerking away, but I grabbed his hips.
“Where do you think you’re going? Keep that ass in the air.”
He whimpered. “Yes, Daddy. Oh yes, Daddy. I’ll be your good little boy. Just don’t stop. Please, don’t—”
Scream after scream rented the air as I let him have it, keeping nothing back.
Sometimes he hollered so loudly I wasn’t quite sure if it was from pleasure or pain.
Whichever it was didn’t seem to turn him off at all.
He threw his ass back into my pelvis, riding each thrust. His round, bubbly ass crashed into my groin over and over.
So fucking sexy.
I lost my goddamn mind.
Over being inside my stepson.
I flipped him over, needing to see his face after all. I grabbed his legs, pushed them up to his ears, folding him in perfect half, and slammed my mouth onto his while owning that ass.
Mine.
That ass was fucking mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
With each thrust, I reclaimed ownership from all those fucking assholes who’d had him before me.
“You’re fucking mine now, Deni,” I growled and bit his bottom lip. “Every beautiful inch of you is mine. Do you hear me?”
“Yesyesyes.” His nails scratched over my skin, leaving stinging scrapes in their wake.
Tears welled in his eyes and spilled down. Alarmed, I jerked back, but he grabbed my ass and punched up.
“Don’t you dare stop! You promised.” He smacked my chest with his tiny fist. “You promised to make me your bitch. Now do it, goddamn you. Ruin that pussy.”
Jesus. He was insane with need. I captured his hands and held them down on the bed. Only when I returned to driving hard inside him did he seem content. He howled loudly like a wolf seeking its mate.
“I’m right here, baby,” I gasped. “Let Daddy take care of you.”
He cried out, crunching up. I fastened my lips on his and mauled his mouth, shoving my tongue so far into his mouth he gagged.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
I reached beneath him and cupped him, one hand on each ass cheek. He shuddered under me, screaming and spurting cum everywhere. I pried his cheeks apart, angled his hips up, and punched down, shoving my cock into his squelching boy pussy, which slurped up my cock like a good little whore.
“Shit.” I held him fast while I ground up into his ass as far as I could go, filling him with my seed.
Only when I’d finished did I realize he was pushing at me, trying to get away. I pulled out, and he hissed. The bed shook beneath us from how hard he was trembling.
“Fuck.” He stared at me from a pale face, reaching between his legs to rub at his gaping hole. “Oh fuck.”
Fuck was right. My seed dripped out of his body. Nothing could have prepared me for how much of a turn-on that was. His puffy rim looked beaten.
“Aiden,” I croaked. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry. Oh my god, I shouldn’t have.”
I gazed at his hole, which I’d really ruined, but even as I stepped back, pride and ownership filled my heart.
“Daddy,” he whispered.
I swallowed. “Y-yes? What can I do? What do you want?”
He shoved three fingers into his ass. “To do it again.”
“What?” My mouth fell open.
He ran his other hand up his chest and over his nipples, moaning and undulating his body in a way that made my cock twitch again.
No fucking way. So soon again?
“I’ve been with many men,” he said. “Like loads of—”
“All right, enough. I get the picture.”
“Well, none of them has ever made me feel what I just did.” He laughed and patted his hole. “Fuck, you really owned that pussy. As long as you keep doing that, I’m willing to give it to you.”
“Aiden, what are you saying?”
“I don’t want this to stop. Don’t want it to be a one-time thing.” He rolled over to his knees and crept closer to me. “Please let me taste my ass on your cock.”
I should leave. Once was enough. I’d tasted heaven in hell, and I should really end it now to preserve my sanity. But I waited, heart pounding as he crouched in front of me.
“Feed it to me,” he said. “Tell me to clean up your cock like a good whore.”
My mouth went dry. “Do it. Clean up my cock. And then I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers until you come again.”