20. JACKSON #2
Maddox is back to shaking with laughter, and Winters has a dopey grin on his face.
And me… “This feels like an out-of-body experience,” I murmur.
I went from being surrounded by bigots to…guys fighting over who gives the best blowjobs. To say my head is spinning is an understatement.
“I bet,” Maddox says.
“Is that Olander?” Stone’s question rings from the phone.
“Hey, Stone,” I say stiffly.
We haven’t spoken since the night at the bar. I assume Michaels has told him the news about me. I had let him know I was okay with it.
“Are you the reason for this competition? You come out, and now you’re trying to get my boyfriend to blow you? Go from insulting my sexuality to stealing my man?”
“What! No. Fucking. Definitely not.” Ohmygod.
Stone’s chuckle fills the room, and Michaels shakes his head. “That was low, JJ.”
“Consider that payback, Olander.”
Oh. He was just…snarking.
“He is the reason,” Maddox says. “He wants tips for blowing Frankie.”
My eyes go wide, and my heart rate spikes. I guess he’s right, though. Shit. I’m going to do that at some point. I’m going to suck Frankie’s dick. The night in the shower comes rushing back, and a bone-deep hunger hits me. Need. I need it.
“Thank God.” Stone’s voice snaps me back. “You’re already growing on me if it means you’ll get Frankie to stop trying to insert himself between me and Shane—literally. Pretty sure he’d be the first to say yes to a spit roasting.”
“Spit roasting?” My voice comes out all squeaky.
The image of Frankie between Stone and Michaels surfaces, and my heart twists. Definitely don’t like that thought.
“Jed, I think we need to tone it down. Jackson looks like he’s seconds from passing out,” Maddox says.
“I was teasing Shane earlier, but enthusiasm is honestly top of the list for me,” Stone says. “Try not to overthink it. It really doesn’t take much for it to feel good. Just think about what feels good when you’ve gotten head.”
I bite my lip and glance at the floor. Yeah, that wouldn’t be helpful.
“Ohmygodno.”
I wince and chance a glance at Michaels, who looks like he’s seconds from tears.
“Don’t tell me it’s true, Olander. My heart can’t take it.”
“What’s happening?” Stone’s voice echoes through the phone speaker.
My cheeks warm, and I nod. I couldn’t do it in high school.
Were there girls who offered? Yes. And could I have closed my eyes and gotten through it thinking of someone else?
Also, yes. But using someone like that—especially after the time I lost my virginity—I couldn’t do that again.
Plus, there were a lot of rumors about me with girls, so I just let those run wild and do the job of covering up my secret.
“Olander’s never been on the receiving end, JJ,” Michaels whispers.
“No worries. There’s nothing wrong with being inexperienced,” Stone says. “Trust me when I say this, Frankie is going to think it’s the hottest thing ever that he gets to be your first. Not a bad thing, okay?”
I swallow down my embarrassment. Well, some of it. “Yeah, okay.”
“All right. Here’s the gist—”
“Or jizzt,” Michaels interrupts, bouncing his eyebrows.
Winters falls into his pillow again.
Stone ignores his boyfriend and keeps going, clearly unfazed by this crew.
“Most guys just want a partner who’s into it.
Learning how to relax your throat is key to taking it deep, but you can compensate with your hand at the base.
Don’t be embarrassed about gagging; it feels fucking amazing when it happens.
And if you need a break, just pay attention to the head while you let your hand do the work.
The biggest thing is paying attention to your partner.
The noises they make let you know if you’re doing what they like.
Suck hard, get messy, don’t forget about the balls, and watch the teeth. ”
Stone’s proclamation rings through the room.
Wow. That was helpful. I kind of wish I had something so I could write that down.
“All great tips,” a voice says from behind me.
I whip around, and my eyes clash with Frankie’s. He studies me, lips turned up in a knowing smile.
“What do we have here?” He crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe.
Heat creeps up my neck. I turn back to the guys, and they’re all grinning like fucking goons.
“So, I’m just going to start guessing because I think that sounds like fun.” He clasps his hands. “I think that Jackson disappeared this morning and gathered all you boys here to surprise me with an orgy!”
He looks around the room.
“Hmm? No? Bummer. All right.”
Frankie walks up to me, grabs my hand, and gives it a light tug. “Second guess.” He pulls me toward the door. “Jackson went in search of sex tips from the other experienced men in the house.”
He leads me into the hall and lowers his voice. “Because someone is feeling nervous and anxious about doing things for the first time, and the perfectionist athlete in him is terrified of not being any good.”
“Maybe,” I whisper. “I want to make it good for you.”
“Trust me, Jackie-babe, you will. I have zero doubts on that front. But…” He stops suddenly, and I crash into him. His hands slide up to my chest, and mine fall to his waist. He searches my eyes. “What changed? Why the freak out now?”
I drop my forehead to his and close my eyes. My pulse thrums in my neck, a constant buzz through my veins.
Soft lips coast over mine. “What changed, Jackson?”
My fingers dig into his hips.
“I want more, Frankie,” I whisper. “I’m ready for more.”
He slowly backs away into his doorway, brown-and-gold eyes glinting back at me.
“Well, then, follow me, babe. Let me show you more.”