24. JACKSON
TWENTY-FOUR
JACKSON
Frankie
I’ll be in my room waiting.
Our bus had gotten in really late Monday night, so I ended up crashing at my place, but our game got out at a decent time tonight. I glance at the dash of my F-150. Ten-thirty. Frankie’s text has been breathing down my neck the entire drive over. Our next lesson.
We video called a few times while I was on the road, in which I got to experience my first phone sex session.
And can I just say, holy fucking shit. Frankie has a mouth.
I froze up the first time. It’s a little disconcerting—having your dick just waving in front of the camera for someone else to see.
He made it so easy, though; took control and made me follow his command.
I’m starting to wonder… I thought I liked him taking control because I was nervous being so new and inexperienced. Now I’m not so sure. I think…I like it for other reasons.
I put my truck in park, then jump out. I give her a little love tap because she’s been my trusty steed since I was sixteen.
I glance at the bed. A wave of nostalgia sweeps over me, and I bite my cheek.
Sometimes it feels like I missed out on my entire teenage years.
Stealing away with someone to mess around underneath the stars in the bed of my truck.
Picking up a guy for a date. That first kiss when you drop them off at home.
But I’m getting all that now.
I jog up the front steps and into Frankie’s townhouse. The other guys beat me here because I needed a little extra time with Duncan, our athletic trainer, to massage out my shoulder.
The house is quiet and dark as I weave through the kitchen toward the stairs.
I don’t need the light to know my way any longer.
I readjust my duffle over my shoulder, which has a few nights’ worth of clothes, and hurry up the stairs.
There’s a low murmur in the hall coming from Maddy and East’s room, then a tinkling laughter from Paulie’s.
Shelby came up to visit Frankie while we were gone and took a few days off so she could see Paulie.
It was the first time he didn’t seem like he hated me.
I think he was just so damn excited to see his girl.
And now it’s my turn.
I push into Frankie’s room without knocking. His head whips in my direction from where he’s reading a book in bed. Those brown-and-gold eyes meet mine, and I pull up short.
A foreign, overwhelming feeling wraps itself around me, one I don’t really understand.
All I know is it feels so fucking good to be back. In Providence. In this townhouse.
“Hi.”
His lips curl up in a half-smile that holds a million secrets. “Hey, sweetness.”
My heart rate picks up. The thud of my duffle hitting the floor echoes through the room.
I walk toward him, my gaze raking over his bare chest, over those lean pecs and that dark curling chest hair that drives me wild.
I still haven’t forgotten what it felt like, coarse and abrasive against my cheeks as I sucked on those small, rosy-brown nipples.
The sheets are bunched around his stomach, his book now resting on his lap, and I can’t wait to find out if he’s as naked as I think he is.
My gaze snags on the title of his book. Playing Dirty. I frown. “What on earth are you reading?”
He grins. “A baseball romance. About two guys.”
My jaw slackens. “That’s a thing?”
“Mhm,” he hums. “I was chastised for cheating on you all with hockey. Trying to be better.”
I glance at the title again. It sure sounds suggestive. “Is it, like, sexy?”
His eyes glimmer. “Yes. Very. CE Ricci writes the hottest spicy scenes.”
Damn. “Like…like what?”
“Jackson?”
“Yeah?” I say, still staring curiously at the book.
“Would you rather talk about sexy things that happen in this?” He lifts the book. “Or have the sexy things happen to you?”
“To me,” I blurt, stepping forward. “Definitely to me.”
“Lose the clothes,” he orders.
“Whatever you say, boss.”
He bites his lip, and his lids drop low. Anticipation skitters down my spine.
He likes being in charge of me.
“Did you have something in mind for us tonight?” I ask him, my shirt disappearing somewhere behind me. Then I drop my pants and boxers in one go.
His gaze lasers in on my dick, and…he just stares.
I clear my throat, and his gaze snaps to mine.
His lips curl. “Sorry. You have a very pretty dick.”
Said dick jumps. Like it knows its owner is calling for him. Which is a strange thought, but I suppose right now it does belong to Frankie.
“We do whatever you want, Jackson. This is about you. What do you want to experience next? Or we can stick to what you already know.”
A tight ball forms in my chest and builds. I know what I want to try. Desperately.
He crooks his finger, and I crawl onto the bed. Crawl until I’m on hands and knees hovering over him.
“Gimme kiss, bello.” His softly murmured words whisper over my lips, sending a wave of goosebumps rising over my skin.
I obey. Of course I do. And I fall into it because his lips are soft and sultry and soothe something in my soul.
I eventually pull back, and he tugs gently on my bottom lip. “Say it.” His eyes search mine. “Say what you want.”
I swallow hard. “I want to taste you,” I say hoarsely. “So much it hurts.”
His grin turns wicked.
“But I’m nervous,” I rush out.
Something sparkles in those mahogany eyes, a flash of something light, there and gone in a blink, replaced by something dangerous.
“Kneel on the floor.”
I slip off the bed and sink to my knees.
He throws back the covers, and yes, yes, he is naked. I let out a shaky breath as he swings his legs carefully over the side of the bed. He slides a perfectly manicured foot up and down my thigh, and my skin twitches. God, even his feet are as smooth as silk. Everything about this man is perfect.
“So thick,” he murmurs.
He wraps a foot behind my thigh and tugs lightly.
I scoot closer. My gaze is locked on his groin.
Neatly trimmed dark pubes. Dick at half-mast. Stone-hard muscled thighs covered in a dusting of coarse dark hair.
He has more hair than I do. Most of mine is gone on my thighs, especially on the inside from the chafing.
He gives himself a slow stroke, his length hardening before my eyes.
“Put it in your mouth, Jackson. I want you to experience what it’s like to feel a dick grow heavy on your tongue.”
Oh God.
My hands land on his thighs, and I lean forward. He holds himself out for me, like an offering, one I can’t wait to accept. I pause a breath away from him and glance up.
“Tell me what to do?”
“Every step of the way.”
The tension in my shoulders eases, and I move forward. He gently grips my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.
“But right now, just play, love. Explore.” The smirk he sends me is sinful. “This is for you, and I’ll just sit back and reap the benefits.”
I nod, and his hand falls away. I grip him at the base and tentatively lick across his crown.
His stomach muscles tense, and I’m met with a light, musky flavor.
It’s faint, but it instantly has my dick perking up, wanting more.
I swirl my tongue around his crown and pop just the tip in my mouth.
My gut tightens. Oh, shit. Yes. This. This is what’s been missing.
My lips stretching around a dick, its soft weight settling on my tongue.
I sink a little deeper, explore the ridge of his crown with my tongue.
When I flick underneath, his right thigh jerks.
My mouth stretches wider, his dick heavier.
I stroke him lightly as I test sinking down on him, test sucking back up.
His taste is growing stronger, and I squirm as a wave of heat prickles over my skin.
There’s something indescribably sexy about having a dick filling your mouth.
The slick glide as it sinks inside you over and over.
The steely hardness and heady weight stretching you.
I’m overcome by the need to suck, to take more.
Deeper. Faster. Just more.
“Fuck, Jackson,” Frankie hisses. “For someone who was really nervous, you’re taking to it like a fish to water.”
I slip him out of my mouth and kiss my way down his shaft, tonguing and tasting him along the way. When I get to the base, I bury my nose in his groin. His dizzying masculine scent has my head spinning. I groan and kiss down to his balls. Wow. Just wow. This is so fucking heady.
“Scale of one to ten,” he says between pants. “How’s a dick in your face?”
I pull back and stroke him slowly, gaze locked on his heavy-lidded one.
“Ten out of ten.” I lick my lips, then drag them over his head.
Don’t slip him inside, just let his soft crown play over my mouth.
My blood thrums. I think I could spend hours just sliding my lips over him.
His eyes don’t leave mine, but his mouth parts wider.
“Your taste is addictive,” I whisper. “The way you smell has me losing my mind.” I mouth him lightly, cradling him on my tongue before letting go. “The way you feel…” I rasp. “God, the way you feel.”
Those dark lashes fan over his glowing, flushed cheeks. The way he’s looking at me… It’s a contradiction.
Like I’m his.
And his undoing.
His hand slips up my neck and drifts through my hair. He cradles my head, his thumb smoothing small circles at the base of my skull. I instantly tip back into his hold.
His fingers tighten.
“Playtime’s over.”
My mouth drops open, ready, my body acting before my brain even has a chance to register his words.
His low, satisfied purr rumbles through the room, and warmth bursts in my chest. I did that. I made that sound happen.
He guides me forward, and I slip him back into my mouth. I sink down with more confidence now that I know what to expect. Pull back up, savor his hardness slipping over my tongue and cheeks. My mouth waters, and I move faster, his hand a gentle pressure on my head.
“Look at me.”