Chapter Three
“You know, it would be much easier if I were to show you some of the paint and fabric swatches I have at home,” Henry said after he had drawn out his idea. “I want you to have the full experience of my vision. You should come next door with me,” he suggested.
“Sounds good.” Jackson stood and offered Henry help up. “Shall we?” They walked over to Henry’s while Henry chattered about how each fabric would hold up to wear and tear. “Where is Angel?” he asked once they got inside.
“In her room,” Henry replied before he went to his desk and pulled out little squares of upholstery and colored paper. Jackson walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder at them.
Henry’s heart was beating incredibly fast as Jackson leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “Damn you smell good.” The man’s voice took on a husky tone.
“Do I?” Henry’s eyes widened when Jackson spun him around to face him, settling his hands on his hips.
“I’ve been trying to resist all night.” Jackson’s eyes bored into Henry’s.
“Resist what?” Henry licked his suddenly dry lips and Jackson groaned.
“Finding out if you taste as sweet as you look.” Jackson tugged him closer, slowly lowering his mouth to Henry’s.
He kissed him like he’d been lost in the desert and Henry was an ice-cold glass of water.
It was all hunger and need. “Damn, you do.” Jackson kissed him again, a deep drugging kiss that had his head spinning.
Henry moaned, wrapping his arms around Jackson’s neck, effectively pressing their bodies together.
One of Jackson’s hands found its way to the back of Henry’s head and held him in place for the scorching assault on his mouth.
“Too damn sweet,” Jackson murmured, trailing kisses along his jaw up to his ear.
His hands went to the buttons on Henry’s shirt, and Henry felt them rip.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Jackson whispered, as if Henry was the least bit concerned about that.
He returned his mouth to Jackson’s, and Jackson’s thumb rubbed over one nipple.
“We should move to the couch,” Henry suggested, a shiver of pleasure running through him.
Jackson pulled him over to the sofa to lay him down. Then he settled himself on top of Henry and resumed the blistering kisses. Henry rocked his hips, seeking the friction of Jackson’s thigh. Damn, this feels good. Jackson moved his mouth to Henry’s neck.
“Yes,” Henry breathed out. “I love having my neck kissed. It turns me on so much.” Jackson’s answer was to trail his tongue down Henry’s neck, from his ear to his collarbone, where he gently sucked up a small love bite. Henry bucked harder against him and moaned.
“You like that, baby?” Without waiting for an answer, Jackson did the same to the other side.
He brought his hand up to toy with Henry’s nipples as he sucked.
Henry tipped his head back in pleasure. Jackson kissed down his chest, tongue gliding over a hard nipple, and Henry whimpered.
He adjusted his hips so that their rigid members were pressed together and rocked against Henry.
“Fuck. Yes. Feels so good,” Henry rambled. “Need your skin.” His hands went to Jackson’s zipper, and he slid it down, snaking inside to caress his thick heavy cock.
It was Jackson’s turn to moan as he pushed the pants down his hips and did the same to Henry’s. Henry stroked him for a few moments, then Jackson lined them up and resumed their rocking. Soon they were both breathing heavily. “Think you can come like this?”
“Touch me,” Henry begged. “Touch me and I will.” Jackson wrapped his large hand around both of their cocks and began a slow stroke.
Henry moaned, pulling Jackson down into another deep kiss.
“Faster,” he managed between kisses and Jackson sped up.
“Yes. Yes, just like that.” Jackson moved his attention to Henry’s neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted.
“That’s it, baby. I want to watch you come apart for me.” Jackson tightened his stroke and Henry lost his mind, coating Jackson’s hand with his orgasm. Jackson groaned as he too finished. “Fuck, Henry.”
“Yeah.” Henry grinned up at him, eyes soft and satisfied.
“Damn. You’re fucking beautiful.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.” Henry chuckled then yawned.
“You’ve had a really long day. I should go so that you can get some sleep.”
“As much as I’d like to argue, I think you’re right.” He yawned again.
Jackson stood then offered Henry his hand to help him up. They both adjusted their jeans, and Henry stripped out of the ruined shirt. “I’d say I’m sorry about that, but I’m not.” Jackson laughed.
“I can’t say that I am either.” Henry kept his tone flirty.
Jackson’s smile was everything in that moment. He pulled Henry close, kissing him deeply. “Good night, Henry,” he said, then walked out the door.
***
Henry had been home from work for an hour when there was a heavy knock at the door. Having had a long day interviewing assistants, he really wasn’t in the mood for company. He’d even already undressed, wearing only pajama bottoms. Reluctantly he went to the peephole and looked out. Jackson.
“Hey, Jackson,” he opened immediately. “Come on in. Let me grab a shirt.”
Jackson caught his wrist. “I really don’t think that’s necessary.”
Henry blushed. “What’s up?”
“We never picked out colors last night,” Jackson said huskily.
“No, we didn’t.” Henry’s mind went to the incredible orgasm he’d given him. “I still have them out.”
Jackson stood as close to Henry as he possibly could while they looked them over. The heat of Jackson’s body was driving him to distraction. He had to concentrate hard to focus on the task at hand. “These are the colors I recommend, but feel free to choose whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want, huh?” Jackson pulled Henry into his arms, kissing him deeply. “The colors you picked will work. I’d rather get to the real reason I’m here.”
“And what’s that?” Henry asked breathlessly.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Is that right?” Henry asked, using his flirtiest voice.
Jackson took his mouth again. “Want me to show you what I was thinking about?”
“Yes,” Henry breathed out.
Jackson took his hand and led him to his bedroom. “Lie down,” he instructed.
Henry lay in the center of the bed, waiting while Jackson removed his shoes before joining him on the bed. He left his T-shirt and sweats on. The kiss resumed until Henry was panting and rocking against him.
Jackson pulled away and smiled down at him with a predatory look in his eyes. “I want you to take off your clothes, then put your hands at your sides and leave them there,” he said, and it was nothing short of an order. “No matter what happens. Do you understand?”
“But—”
“No buts,” Jackson interjected. “Trust me and you’re gonna see stars when you come.”
In consent, Henry removed his pants and Jackson’s smile turned feral. He kissed him again, not stopping until Henry was breathing heavily. Then he moved to his neck, driving Henry crazy with small kisses, little nips, and long licks. Henry brought one of his hands up to squeeze Jackson’s biceps.
“Hands at your sides,” Jackson said against his ear before tracing the shell with his tongue.
“I can’t help it,” Henry said as he followed Jackson’s order. “It feels so good.”
“Just wait, baby. If you’re a good boy, it’s gonna feel even better.” Jackson kissed down Henry’s chest, stopping at his large flat nipple so that he could swipe his tongue across it.
Henry moaned. “Do it again.” Jackson obliged, taking his time to tease the nipple to a hard peak while his thumb rubbed over the other one.
“Fuck,” Henry muttered breathlessly, clutching the blankets beneath him in his fists.
His cock was hard and leaking. Jackson didn’t stop, using his mouth and hands on Henry’s nipples until he was squirming and begging, hips thrusting but meeting nothing but air.
“I can’t take anymore, Jackson,” Henry whined, but kept his hands still.
“Sure you can,” Jackson insisted. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Too good,” Henry admitted. “Make me come.”
“But I’m enjoying this too much. I want to see how close I can get you before I suck you.”
“Oh,” he drew out. Just the thought of Jackson’s mouth on him had his cock twitching. “Please.”
Jackson kissed down Henry’s stomach until his face was level with the man’s incredibly hard cock. His hot breath made Henry shiver with anticipation. Jackson brought his hand up and trailed a single finger down Henry’s aching length.
“More,” Henry whimpered. Jackson used his thumb to caress the vein on the underside of Henry’s cock, while the fingers of the other hand teased his balls. “Need your mouth,” he panted.
“Yes,” Jackson murmured, and Henry sighed in relief. But that didn’t end the torment. Jackson replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking up and down his shaft. Henry moaned loudly when Jackson swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. “Damn, you taste good.”
“Please,” Henry begged. Jackson was driving him crazy. But still he kept his hands at his sides. Every muscle in his body was tense and waiting. “Suck me. I need it.” Instead, Jackson’s tongue danced over his sensitive flesh down to his balls.
“I want you to pull your legs back and hold them there,” Jackson said huskily.
Henry did as he was told, heart hammering in his chest. He had no idea what came next. Was Jackson going to fuck him? Damn, he wanted that. He’d been fantasizing about it since the moment he’d first laid eyes on the man. Jackson’s tongue danced over his balls, traveling lower and lower until…