29. JACKSON
TWENTY-NINE
JACKSON
I storm up the front steps of the townhouse, leaving the rest of the guys in my dust. I don’t think I’ve been this excited in my entire life. Not when I got drafted to play pro-ball. Not when I got the call-up to Triple-A.
Two fucking weeks. Our longest road trip of the season. And Frankie was in San Francisco. I don’t know why that made the distance harder, but it fucking did.
I throw open the door, and a thrill shoots through me. It was unlocked. Which means he—
I pull up short. Frankie leans casually against the corner wall. His lips are curled in a soft smile.
Fuck me.
I charge forward and scoop him into my arms. His arms fly around my neck, legs locking behind me.
I cut off his laughter with a kiss as I stride toward the stairs.
My knee connects with the kitchen table.
I curse and reluctantly pull back from kissing Frankie until I navigate us safely to the stairs.
He tries to slip down, but my hands tighten.
“Nope. You’re not going anywhere.”
He chuckles. “Don’t be daft. You’re not going to climb the stairs with me. I may be lean, but I’m still a big man. I’m heavy.”
I start up the stairs. “What I’m hearing is you think I’m weak. Sounds like a challenge.”
He grins down at me. “You’re ridiculous.”
I pick up my pace and lift my brows.
“I swear, if we fall and break our necks, I’m blaming you. My mother won’t forgive you, Jackie-boy.”
We reach the landing. “See. Safe.” I start down the hall. “Don’t doubt these strong arms. They’re very capable of keeping you safe. Your mother can rest easy.”
The gold in his eyes flickers brighter, and my heart runs rampant in my chest.
“Speaking of my mother… The guys usually join me and Pao Pao at my parents’ house the beginning of All-Stars week. Would you want to come?”
I stumble to a stop just inside his room. “You want me to meet your parents?” I wince at how squeaky my voice came out.
He chuckles, and the low sound drips over my skin. “Breathe, dolcezza. It’s with the crew. Nothing serious. No labels. No pressure. Just…friends and family.”
Oh. Duh. Obviously, nothing serious.
I nod. “Yeah, I’d love to join.” I really, really would.
The beaming smile he sends my way has my world tilting off balance. I kick the door shut and make for his bed. I toss him on it, then blanket him with my body.
Then I finally kiss that smile.
It’s my favorite one. It’s not his teasing one. Or his seductive one. Or his sassy one. No, it’s his happy one. And I’m responsible for that.
“I missed you,” I murmur between kisses. God, did I miss him. So fucking much.
He grinds his erection against mine. “We missed you too.”
I groan. Then I slide down his body and bury my nose in his groin.
His butter-soft sweats do nothing to hide his erection against my cheek.
I mouth him through the fabric, and his hands weave into my hair.
He writhes under me and, fuck, we need to speed this up.
I need skin. I need his dick in my mouth.
I sit up. “Clothes. Too many.”
He pulls his shirt over his head, then shimmies out of his pants.
My attention locks on his dick, and my mouth waters. My brain empties. Pretty dick. I reach for it. “Want.” Apparently, I’ve been reduced to a caveman.
A palm to the chest stops me. He waves a hand down me. “Anche tu, bello. You have to lose your clothes too.”
Right. I hop off the bed, strip, then dive back on him.
I pepper him with kisses. Down his jaw, his neck, over his collarbone.
Amusement rumbles through his chest but cuts out when I suck his nipple into my mouth.
I move on quickly, though. I have a destination in mind, and I am dying to get there.
I nip his ribs, kiss down his abs, and dip my tongue in his belly button.
A giggle bursts from him. A happy, adorable sound that dances around in my chest.
And I’ve finally reached my prize. I kiss my way up his shaft, then pause at the ruddy tip, shiny with a bead of pre-cum.
My mouth waters, and I can’t wait. My tongue darts out.
I’m immediately hit with his salty taste, and my eyes roll back.
He lets out a slow hum, and it lights me up. More. Need more.
I close my lips around his head and suck gently.
He arches into me. “Dolcezza.”
Fuck, I love making him feel good. I work him over with slow, short sucks, my hand gripping his base. I want to savor this: the feel of him stretching me, the flavor of Frankie on my tongue. Everything this man gives me, from dinner to his dick, is fucking delicious.
I force myself to breathe slowly, will my body to relax.
I sink down and let him in almost all the way to the back of my throat.
I pull back up, my gaze flicking up to his.
What I see has pride flooding me. Surprise shimmers in those whiskey irises, plush pink lips parted softly from where he’s resting on his elbows watching me.
Damn, it makes me want to show off for him.
A perk of rooming with Shane? The guy loves giving blowjob tips.
I take Frankie deep again—deeper this time.
His mouth drops open on a throaty moan, head tipping back and exposing that tempting neck.
He’s so sexy like that. When he’s losing control.
Because of me. The needy sounds he’s making all land straight in my pulsing dick.
The ache is nearly unbearable, and I grind into the mattress.
I don’t think anything will ever get me harder than this man in the throes of pleasure.
“That’s it. Just like that, Jackie. Fuck. You feel so good, bello.”
Warmth washes over me, his praise bathing what’s been dark inside me for so long with light. I can’t fight the need any longer. I reach for my erection and moan at the contact.
Frankie abruptly shoves me off him with a growl. “Nope. Absolutely not. That dick is fucking mine.” He yanks me up until we’re face to face. He presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Time for another lesson, babe. Sixty-nine.”
My pulse skips over itself. Frankie reaches for something, then flips over so his mouth is hovering just in front of my dick. It twitches. Probably trying to jump in his mouth. I don’t blame the eager thing.
Frankie grins up at me from where he rests on his side. “Two options. You can hold yourself above me and fuck my face while you suck me. Trust me, I’ll be able to take it. Or we can do it like this on our sides.”
As much as fucking his face sounds really hot, I’m a little afraid I’d collapse on him. And, like, a guy my size? I’d kill him. Plus, I want to be able to focus on him, make him feel good. “On our sides.”
He kisses my thigh. “Excellent choice.” Then he slaps my ass. “Get to it. Suck my dick, Jackson.”
“Yes, sir.”
He bites his lip, and something dark and dangerous glints in his eyes. I love when he looks at me like that.
Then I lose the ability to think more thoughts.
His lips close around my dick. He toys with me, tongue swirling, tracing the ridge of my crown.
He sucks on my head, sucks like he wants to suck every last drip of pre-cum from me.
Then he lets out a satisfied hum, like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever had in his mouth, and holy fuck.
Just holy fucking fuck. I swear he’s treating my dick like it’s a Tootsie-Pop and he’s determined for it to take three licks to get to the center.
I squirm against him. In no time, I’m hitting the back of his throat.
I almost forget I’m supposed to be doing something pretty important too.
Shit. I pull him close to me and slide him back into my mouth.
My eyes flutter shut. It’s sensory overload.
My body has no idea which way is up or down, being full of him, him being full of me.
I focus everything on him, and it helps keep my orgasm at bay, prevents this from being over embarrassingly fast. Because hot damn, Frankie knows how to use his mouth.
And his hands. He massages my balls, all the while bobbing on my dick and taking me to the hilt.
He gags, and my vision whites over as bliss slices through me.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
My brain is nothing but static, temporarily out of order.
It doesn’t help that his dick pulses in my mouth.
He told me he was dying to choke on my dick when we had phone sex.
He wasn’t lying, and the fact that it’s something he enjoys?
I’m not sure which is sexier, the actual squeeze of his throat around me or the fact that it gets him off.
There’s no way I can concentrate enough to deep throat right now, so I jack him while I moan around him.
It’s all I’m capable of at this point. My free hand slides over his thigh and ass.
His muscles flex under my palm. It’s surprisingly…
intimate. I love that I can skim my hand over his heated skin, hold him close to me.
I whimper as the organ in my chest squeezes tight.
I just love being able to do this with him.
Frankie must read my thoughts or read me—he’s so damn perceptive—because he slows his pace, switches over to stroking me with his hand while he mouths my balls. He dusts tender kisses over my hip.
“So? First thoughts on sixty-nining?”
I suck him hard on my way up, letting him slide from my mouth with an audible pop. His body shudders, and I grin. “Big fan. What’s better than one blowjob, but two blowjobs?”
His eyes dance. “The more BJs, the merrier. Should be your team’s slogan.”
I bury my laugh into his hip. I totally need to tell Shane that one. He’d find a way to make it happen.
He kisses up my shaft, tongue trailing over it. “Should we get back to business?” His murmur drags a shiver down my spine. He flicks his tongue under my crown, and I accidentally thrust myself back into his mouth. He sends me a wink, and I catch it—right in my chest. So playful. So fun. So sexy.