54. JACKSON #2
He chuckles, and my eyes snap open. A teasing glint fills that warm brown gaze. “You can be as greedy over me as you want, loverboy.” His eyes flare. “That was quite the line drop back there.”
“It was the truth.” I scoop him into my arms and carry him to our bed. “And.” My mouth finds his, and I tug on his bottom lip. “I’m going to be really fucking greedy.” Kiss. “I want.” Kiss. “Every second.” Kiss. “Of every day.”
I toss him onto our bed and blanket him. “I want your sass.”
I push his sweatshirt and shirt up, fingernails lightly scoring his skin. “I want your skin.”
He helps me push his shirt over his head. I trail kisses down his neck to his chest and tongue a nipple. “I want these.” I bite down gently, and his sharp inhale slices through the room.
I kiss down his stomach, nuzzling into his happy trail, reveling in the coarse hair against my cheek. My gaze flicks up to his, and my lips curve. “I want your bolognese.”
He pushes up to his elbows, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as his mouth tries its damnedest to break into a smile.
“I could always freeze some and send it to you,” he teases.
I growl and nip his hip bone. “Fresh. Only fresh.”
He sighs dramatically. One that I cut off when I yank the button of his jeans free and unzip his fly.
I jerk them down to his thighs and groan. Today he’s wearing simple white boxer briefs. But they’re so. Fucking. Small. I slide my hands under him and palm his round ass. My dick jumps against the fly of my jeans.
“I want you in every single pair of your goddamned sexy underwear.”
“All at once?” He arches a saucy brow. “Now wouldn’t that look silly?”
I shake my head as I mouth his slowly hardening dick. “Sass. So much sass.”
He moans, a hum of pure satisfaction.
I push away and admire the view; the thin white fabric is practically transparent now that it’s wet from my mouth. I lick my lips.
“Need. Now.”
I hurry to stand so I can pull his jeans the rest of the way off, then yank my own shirt over my head while he kicks out of his briefs.
“I want all of you.”
My eyes don’t leave his sexy, lithe body.
That glowing tanned skin, curling dark chest hair.
His slim jaw, pouty lips, high cheekbones shimmering with the soft, glittery powder he likes.
He’s beautiful, but not just that. No, he’s striking.
Because when I look at him, it’s like a gut punch.
Every single time. My body’s shock at being in the presence of such brilliance.
I undo my jeans and shove them down.
His smile is long gone, those dark eyes hooded and even more hypnotizing with the smoky eye makeup he chose today.
“You have all of me,” he whispers.
“Promise?”
He reaches for me, and I go instantly, settling atop him. His hands coast up my biceps, fingers trailing loosely until they slide to cup my head. His eyes search mine, a silent conversation with himself happening in the background.
What are you thinking, Frankie? What are you planning? Because he’s working something out right now. Plotting.
He pushes up, just shy of closing the distance between us. His nose grazes mine, breath puffing lightly across my skin. His lips skate over mine. “I promise.”
I snake an arm under his back and grip his hip with my other hand. Then I roll us. It pulls a grin from him, and the gold in his eyes sparkles brighter.
He’s so gorgeous. I wish I could capture him in this moment. A stunning compilation of lust, soft affection, and unadulterated joy.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.
His smile stills. The sparkle in his eyes freezes. “Are you sure, Jackson?”
I nod once, twice. “Yes.” My gaze skitters away.
“I, ah, think everything should be fine…down there…for that.” I’ve gotten to know my body a lot better since we started hooking up.
And have gotten a good amount of advice from Shane on how to stay regular.
I clear my throat. “But I haven’t like…douched or anything.
I mean, I’m clean. But I wasn’t that prepared. ”
My face goes up in flames.
Frankie kisses my blush, a soft crooning sound whispering over my heated skin.
“No embarrassment, Jackie. All that matters is that you’re comfortable.
We don’t have to do this right now if you’d rather clean out beforehand.
It doesn’t matter either way to me.” He pushes up and sends me a soft smile.
“A man shouldn’t drill if he’s afraid of a little mud. ” He winks.
I laugh, but I’m pretty sure my cheeks burn even darker. “I-I want to. If you’re okay with it.”
His eyebrows lift. “If I’m okay with getting to be inside you? There is no okay about that. That is a gift, Jackson. A privilege.” He kisses me slowly, brush after brush of his lips over mine. “One I don’t take lightly,” he murmurs. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
He grabs the lube and pushes up so he’s kneeling between my legs. “Like this?”
I nod. “I want to be able to see you. And kiss you.”
His mouth hooks up on one side and slides a hand up and down my thigh. “My dolcezza.”
Then he looks around, frowning, until his attention snags on my towel from our morning shower. He winks at me and slides it under my hips. I slide my feet up so my knees are bent and let out a deep breath as I spread my legs.
Frankie’s pained groan fills the room. His stare is locked between my legs, his hand loosely stroking his dick. His very hard dick. That’s all I need for all apprehension to evaporate. He wants this, wants me. But instead of reaching for the lube, he starts kissing his way down my inner thigh.
“Have to taste you,” he says huskily. “Can’t tease me with that view and not let me have a little.”
A shiver slides down my spine. I’ll never say no to a blowjob. He tongues around my base, and my dick jerks against my stomach. He kisses and licks south, playing with my balls in a way that has my thighs clenching and me squirming. Such a damn tease.
He sucks them into his mouth and gently rolls them with his tongue. One of his hands sneaks up to my dick and gives it a few loose strokes, spreading my mess of precum down my length.
Pressure builds in my groin, a desperate throbbing picking up in my dick. He lets go of my balls, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I need that mouth around my dick. But he doesn’t move in that direction.
He moves south.
My eyes fly open as he nuzzles under my balls. A sharp pleasure arcs through me, and my knees tuck in before I even realize what my body is doing. Whatever that was, I want more of it.
Frankie groans, the vibration sending spirals of pleasure ghosting through me. Then he’s done playing. He buries his head between my thighs, licking and nuzzling just below my balls.
My back arches as my body lights on fire. I’m both trying to pull my legs up to give him better access and grind myself harder into him. His tongue laves over me and all I can do is writhe as an intoxicating heat spreads through me from head to toe.
“God, F-Frankie. W-what are you doing to me?” My choppy breaths puncture the air around us.
My muscles tighten, and that all-too-familiar buzzing starts up under my skin. My balls ache so badly I swear they feel like they’re going to explode, my dick swollen and angry, throbbing with need. I’m so close.
Frankie abruptly backs off. I fall limp to the bed, panting like I just got done with sprints.
And the look he sends me. Fuck. His eyes are so dark, they’re nothing but black.
His lips are shiny, cheeks flushed. His hair is falling dangerously over his brow, and he looks like he wants to eat me. I suppose he kind of was.
He slowly swipes the back of his hand across his lips. “You taste so good, amore. There’s a reason I call you dolcezza.”
My cock jerks, muscles locking tight. “Nrgh. Fuck, Frankie. You can’t look at me like that.” I can feel that look. It slides over my dick, tantalizing, teasing, torturing.
He smirks as he squeezes some lube on his fingers. “Me looking at you like that is what started this all to begin with, Jackie-boy.”
Isn’t that the truth. One look. And I was hooked.
For life.
He leans over me, planting one arm on the bed, the other falling between my thighs. He drags his lips over mine, and I pick up a slight hint of me on his mouth.
“There’s nothing sweeter than your taint, loverboy.”
“I h-hadn’t realized that was a thing,” I say breathlessly.
His grin is wolfish. “Maybe next time I’ll make you come that way. But for now…”
His fingers start massaging in slow circles. Zings skitter over my skin, my nerves crackling. My body instantly relaxes, and an ache I’ve never felt before builds, an empty ache. Like my body’s anticipating those fingers breaching me, knows what bliss it’s about to get.
He sinks one finger in, and I squirm. Not enough. Not fast enough.
“More,” I beg.