35. JACKSON #2
I lick my lips. “You know one of my favorite things? Flicking my tongue right over the tip.” I graze my teeth over my tongue.
It’s almost like I can feel the little peak tickling over it.
“The way your skin shivers, the way you squirm.” I groan, my balls tightening just at the memory. “Makes my dick so hard.”
“Where in the fucking dirty talk did this filthy mouth of yours come from?” Frankie says between pants. His black lashes partially shield his glazed eyes, his tanned skin flushed darker over his cheeks.
He’s right. I’ve never dipped into dirty talk, but the words are effortless. Because all it is is talking about how much I love his body, what I love to do to his body, what I want him to do to it. And knowing it’s turning him on? Big. Fucking. Bonus.
“Stop teasing,” I order. “Pinch them. I know how much you like a bite of pain.”
A dark glint enters his eyes, and he circles his nipples. But doesn’t touch them. Disobedient. A thrill runs through me.
“You shouldn’t tease a dog, Frankie. He might bite.”
Frankie’s nostrils flare, and his hips jerk. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Jackie.”
I squeeze my fist and thrust into it a few times, then abruptly stop. Frankie squirms against me, but I hold firm and arch a brow. “Pinch them. Or my hand doesn’t move.”
His eyes flash fire at me. “Oh, someone’s confident now.”
I can see it—the war he’s having with himself.
I may be bigger, but we both know Frankie’s the one who runs the show.
He’s enjoying me taking charge, but there’s a part of him that wants to snatch it back.
Sometimes I wonder about that…like maybe there’s more to how much he loves control than just sexual preference.
I’d love for him to trust me enough to hand that control over to me. So, I continue our little game and see where it leads.
I stare up at him, my lips teasing up at the corners. My hand slides up our dicks in a glacially slow glide. He watches, wary. I slip my hand off our dicks completely, then stroke back down.
Back down mine.
I work myself over at a steady rhythm, and pressure settles at the base of my spine.
His jaw goes slack. “You bitch,” he growls.
I bite my lip and let my eyes fall shut. I pick up speed. “Fuck, that’s good,” I murmur. “So tight. So slick.”
I open one eye and peek at him. His face is murderous, and I can’t hold back my grin.
“Fine.” He sends a little huff my way. “You want to be in charge? You got it, Jackie-babe.”
Something in his tone has me on edge. Like maybe I just sealed myself to an unfortunate fate and won’t be the one winning.
His head falls back against the tiled wall again, and he grips his pecs. He watches me as he flicks his thumbs over his nipples. He doesn’t hold back, and he doesn’t go slow. His abs tense and twitch while his hips jerk against me. Soft moans fall from his lips.
I can’t take my eyes off him; the way his mouth is parted in pleasure, the way his fingers swirl and skim in a way that has him writhing against the wall.
The way the soap suds collect in his curling dark chest hair, trail down his happy trail.
My heart pounds in my chest. Fucking hell, he’s so sexy.
“Not so chatty now, are we?” he pants.
“P-pinch them,” I somehow remember to say in my lust-drunk haze.
“As you wish.”
His fingers squeeze, and the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard echoes through the shower, bouncing off the tile walls and assaulting me over and over. That dark gaze doesn’t leave mine as he plays with himself. My blood is running hot, pumping through my veins like fire.
He taunts me, puts on a show that makes it clear I’m far from the one in control now. He hums, and I feel that vibration in my balls. His pants are coming heavier, but he’s not done messing with me. He bites his lip, eyes knowing.
Then his lashes flutter shut. “Oh, Jackie.” It’s long and drawn out and downright pornographic.
That moan zings through me and settles right in my dick. Fuck. He’s such a smartass. Knows exactly what will destroy me. So, I try my hand at it. I wrap my hand around us both again and drag my thumb over our crowns. He grunts, so I do it again. A muscle tics in his jaw.
His body goes tense and still for a beat, then he shakes his head. I see it in his eyes. The game is over; he’s too close. His fingers snap back into motion. He rolls his nipples, then pinches again.
“Fuckfuckfuck.”
He’s fucking into my fist now. I’m not even moving my hand.
“Fuck, babe.” My voice is hoarse and broken with pained lust. His dick sliding against mine might be my favorite feeling in the world. “Your cock is so pretty next to mine,” I rasp.
His hips stutter.
“Our crowns bumping and rubbing, precum mixing and slicking over our dicks. Fuck, I want to taste you. It’s a crime, having that washed down the drain.”
My bicep and shoulder are straining from holding him, but he doesn’t have to worry. He can ride me as hard as he needs, use me any way he wants to. I won’t ever let go. Not of him.
His thighs clench around my hips. “Fuck, Jackie. I’m—”
His back arches, and his cock pulses. His body shudders, a deep moan tearing from him as he erupts between us. Warm cum coats my hand, and I grip his ass tighter, holding him securely to me while he rides out his orgasm.
I try to cement this version of him in my brain. He’s stunning when he comes. Pretty lips parted, a flush spread all the way down to his chest, hard nipples strangled between his fingertips, and his dick—fuck his pretty dick—glistening with his cum.
His legs slide down mine, and he bats my hand away, taking hold of my cock. Pleasure washes over me, a warning I’m seconds from breaking. He buries his head in my neck as he strokes me hard, curling his hand over the crown with every upstroke. Rough pants dance over my skin.
The pressure builds, my balls draw up tight. My eyes sink close, and all I can see, all I can hear, is him losing himself over to bliss.
Lips skim over my ear. “Come for me.”
My orgasm hits me. It licks through me like wildfire. I clutch him to me as shudder after shudder wracks my frame. He slowly strokes me through the last tremors until I’m leaning boneless against him.
We stand there for a moment, catching our breath. Then he gently directs us under the rainhead, and the hot water washes our release and soap suds down the drain.
He goes to pull away, but I tug him back. I use my towering build to shield him the best I can from the cascading water. He blinks up at me, water drops building on his lashes, irises still dark and hazy from his orgasm. My heart trembles. So beautiful.
I cup his jaw and kiss him. Kiss him under the water stream like two lovers caught in the rain. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of him. His playfulness. His sexy confidence. His sassiness.
He’s smart and incredibly kind-hearted. He’s patient and understanding. He’s thoughtful and giving.
No one compares to him.
I may be headed for the major leagues, the best of the best.
But Francesco Nebiolo…
He’s in a league all his own.