Chapter 14
chapter fourteen
Jack’s throat twitched around my cock as I took the most basic automatic human function away from him. The way he so easily leaned into it was beautiful. His cheeks were red, and there were tears flowing down them freely.
I wanted to lick them off his face. I wanted to smear them on his cheeks. I wanted to bask in the evidence that I’d driven him somewhere so intense, so serene, that he couldn’t think of anything but me.
That was the true control. Getting in his head. Living there. Being so stuck in his mind, he couldn’t escape. Jack had been the only person on my mind since the night we met, so it was only fair.
I released his nose and tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him up from my cock. He coughed and sputtered, his lips red and shiny and delicious looking. “What a good slut. So fucking good for me. You take my cock so well, don’t you?”
He panted through his eager nods, blinking rapidly at me. “Yes. Yes, yes, I’m good. Good.”
Poor thing was so far gone, he could hardly string any words together. “Suck me off, Jackson. Get me close. Use one hand to jerk yourself; keep the other one on my thigh. Do you understand?”
All he gave me in response was a quick whine before he gently dipped his tongue into my slit. I grunted, squeezing my eyes shut at the feeling. Once he had me in his mouth again, sucking me in tight, deep pulls, I looked back down. His arm was working furiously as he jerked himself off.
“Christ, sweetheart. The fucking mouth on you. So obedient for me, huh? Taking me so good.”
“Mm,” he moaned around me, his eyelids fluttering. I could see him squirming as he got closer and closer.
Gently, I started to push his head back down on my cock, letting out quick, breathy moans as his throat opened for me.
God, it was tight. So fucking warm, too.
I lifted my hips enough to bury myself in him.
My cock was twitching and begging for more, and my stomach was in fucking knots as my orgasm came dangerously close.
Not yet, though. I didn’t want to come yet.
“Take a deep breath, Jackson.” Seeing him do it so quickly and easily made everything that much better. He wanted me to tell him what to do. He didn’t crave autonomy—he craved for someone else to take it from him.
I wanted to take it from him. I wanted that vulnerability. I wanted to watch him push through all the walls he’d ever put up for me and anyone else and let go. I wanted to be his release. His relaxation. I wanted to take all the pain and stress and worry about everyday life and make it go away.
I’d always craved the ability to make everyone feel loved. Feel cared for. Feel free. I loved seeing someone get rid of all the doubts in their minds and simply…be. When I took control of someone—when I dominated them—I got to see them at their most beautiful.
Jack looked fucking beautiful.
I gently pinched his nostrils and shoved his head as far as he could go. I watched him writhe. His throat started convulsing, and his chest shuddered with each passing millisecond that went by without air.
Jack was giving me something no one else got to have, and I couldn’t get enough of it. If that made me selfish, then so be it. I was selfish enough to want more.
After a couple more seconds, I let go of his nose and let him pick his head up. I never restricted him for long. Only enough to give him that adrenaline he needed to keep going. He’d stopped stroking himself, gaining his breath back in deep, slow pulls.
I traced the red spot along his cheekbone and slid my thumb down to his lips. Swiping over them, I slowly pushed the tip of my thumb between them. “Such a good slut. You gonna make me come?”
He nodded eagerly, sucking my thumb into his mouth. The way he swirled his tongue around it was like he couldn’t imagine not having a part of me inside of him. Not even for a second. He was too far gone.
And that’s exactly where I wanted him to be.
Slowly, I pulled my thumb away. “Go ahead. Don’t forget yourself, too. Try not to come, though, okay? It’s okay if you do, but try not to. Stop when you get close.”
This time, I leaned my head back against the couch and let him suck me off as greedily as he wanted to. I didn’t control the pace. He was already out of control, moving on pure instinct and want.
I thrust my hips into his mouth with each downward bob of his head and ran my hand through his hair, simply feeling him.
Taking all the desperation he gave to me.
I was so fucking close, it wasn’t going to take very long.
He started to swallow me deeper on his own, testing his limits all by himself.
It would’ve made me proud if I wasn’t about to explode.
“Jackson. Fuck. I’m going to pull you away. I want you to look up at me and stay where you are. Keep jerking off for me, okay?”
He gave me a small whimper in response. I lifted his head, taking over by stroking myself furiously.
My muscles tightened everywhere as a thick, overwhelming warmth started spreading up from my ankles.
I stared at his face, taking in every shimmer and gleam of spit and tears on his face mixed with how goddamn blissful he looked.
Fuck, his lips were swollen. So red and puffy and gorgeous from sucking my cock so fucking good. I held myself right over his face, squeezing the head of my cock gently.
Jack whimpered beneath me, his body leaning forward a little. “I need to come. Please. Please, Forrest.”
That did it. “Come, Jackson.” I barely bit the words out as I started to paint his face, panting and moaning through each spurt. I had to fight to keep my eyes open so I could see him. See how hard he came for me, whimpering and gasping and whining with each stroke.
He’d come all over his hand and the floor, but he stayed still through it all. My cum started to slowly slide down his face, some of it dangerously close to dripping off. “Open your eyes, honey.”
I always found myself entranced by the green in his eyes. There was a mix among different shades of brown, and I’d never seen anything like them before. I could stare at them forever and never get tired.
Caressing the side of his face, I leaned forward, staring down at him. “Look at you. Covered in my cum. So fucking beautiful.”
“Thank you.” It wasn’t much more than a breath.
I smeared my cum across his cheek, rubbing it into his skin. “Perfect. Fucking perfectly marked by me.”
His eyelids fluttered closed as he leaned into my touch. “Yours. I look like yours.”
“You are mine. Aren’t you?”
A soft whine. “Yes. Yes, I’m yours.”
Holding myself by the base, I slowly dragged my soft cock across his lips. “So fucking beautiful. All mine. Just mine.”
He stuck his tongue out, eagerly licking along my shaft. I jerked back a few times from how sensitive I was, but I let him. I let him take his fill. It was a beautiful sight to see him this desperate still, clinging onto my scent and my taste the way he was.
I pushed his head back a little and waited until he closed his mouth. With the hem of my tank top, I wiped the cum off his face, despite the soft, mewling cries of disappointment he gave me. “Don’t whine, baby. You’re still mine, and I need to take care of you, don’t I?”
His lips turned down in a pout, which was fucking adorable but unnecessary. There was a serenity in his gaze that I hadn’t seen in him before. I was so fucking glad to have given him that. It felt like a gift, and it was a gift I’d never forget receiving.
“Stand up, sweetie.”
He stood off the floor, and I stood with him before bending down and hooking my arms beneath the bend of his legs.
The little squeak he gave me as I picked him up bridal-style was almost enough to make me laugh.
He wrapped his arms around my neck and shoved his face into my shoulder as I took him to my bedroom and laid him right on my bed.
A dreamy smile spread wide on his face, with a dot of cum right by his lips that I’d missed and even more cum on his stomach.
I’d need to properly wash him up sooner rather than later, but that could wait.
For now, he needed me to keep him grounded while he floated his way through the haze. Jack had given so much of himself to me. He’d let go. He’d let himself be free and vulnerable. I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to be there with him for every moment of it.
So, I peeled off my dirty tank top and climbed into bed right beside him, kissed him on the cheek, and pulled him close to me. He was so warm. So happy. So fucking beautiful and so free.
I was never going to make it as just his fuck buddy. I was never going to make it because, at some point, I had already fallen for him.
Shit.