Chapter Seven #9
Damn, the trust Henry had in him was staggering. “I want you to strip for me then sit on the couch.”
“Oh, it’s that kind of game.” Henry’s eyes lit up.
“Did you really think I was talking about playing chess or something?” Jackson laughed.
“It’s just as well, I don’t even own any games.” Henry laughed as well. “I was going to have to improvise something.”
Henry stood, kicked out of his shoes, slowly removed his clothes, then came to stand in front of him.
“Damn, I love your body.” He ran his fingers down Henry’s chest then sat him down in the center of the couch and kneeled in front of him, pulling him into a long deep kiss.
“I’m going to tease you until the food gets here, then I’m going to tease you the whole time we eat. ”
Henry shivered, his eyes filled with lust, and he was breathing more heavily. “What happens after dinner?”
“That depends on if you win or not.” Jackson kissed him again then moved down to his neck.
“What are the rules?” Henry tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck to Jackson.
“Put your hands at your sides and don’t move them.” He whispered the order, and Henry followed it.
Jackson took his time; he knew how much Henry loved having his neck kissed. He used soft kisses and gentle licks to make the man squirm and moan. “Jackson,” he said in a breathy voice. Jackson raised his head to kiss his lips.
When the kiss ended, Jackson trailed his fingers up and down Henry’s rock-hard cock, causing the man to groan. “Looks like you were really enjoying that.”
“Yes,” he said, voice shaky.
“Let’s see how you like this.” He leaned down, kissing the center of Henry’s chest. He placed tiny kisses across to his right nipple, slowly rolling his tongue around the hard peak.
Henry moaned loudly when he applied a gentle suction.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Henry raise his hands maybe two inches off the couch.
Before he could say anything, Henry balled his hands into fists and put them back in place.
“You’re being so good, baby,” he praised as he kissed across to the other nipple. As he teased it with his tongue, he caressed the other with his thumb.
“Jackson.” Henry’s breath was coming out in pants.
A knock on the door caused him to stop. “Do not move.” Jackson put some authority behind the order because he’d realized how much it turned Henry on. Jackson went to the door then pulled it open. “Hey, man. How’s it going?”
“Good, sir. And yourself?”
“I’m having a great night.” He glanced over at the couch to see Henry sitting still. The delivery guy handed him a bag. Jackson reached into his pocket, pulling out some bills for a tip.
“Thank you, sir.”
Then he was gone, and Jackson could get back to Henry.
The man was sitting exactly the way he was supposed to be.
He put the food on the coffee table then kissed Henry’s shoulder.
Then he trailed his tongue up his neck to his ear where he whispered, “You are doing so good, baby.” Jackson turned his attention to the food.
He took out the containers, opened them both, then handed one to Henry.
Jackson noticed the man’s hands were a little shaky.
When he sat down next to him, he could hear how heavily he was breathing.
Jackson opened the lid on his dinner and took a bite.
Henry did the same. He turned on the couch so that he was facing Henry.
He was still hard and breathing heavily.
He stuck his fork in the carton then took Henry’s cock in his hand, stroking him a few moments before stopping and going back to his food. Henry whimpered. “Eat.”
“You’re making it really hard,” Henry huffed out.
“That is what I’m trying to do.” Jackson winked. After a few minutes, he kissed just below the man’s ear, and he shivered. A few more minutes passed before he licked up Henry’s neck while lightly caressing his cock.
It was when Jackson rubbed his thumb over the man’s hard nipple that food lost all appeal. “Jackson,” he moaned. “I’m done eating. Please. I’m done.” They had eaten just over half of their food, and Jackson figured that was enough.
“I want you to stay right here with your hands at your sides, understand?” When Henry nodded, Jackson picked up everything they had been using to eat and put it in the kitchen where it belonged.
He could hear Henry’s heavy, shaky breaths.
When he returned to the living room, he stripped out of his shirt then again got down on his knees in front of the man.
“Jackson,” he whispered. His eyes were wild with need.
Jackson kissed the inside of his knee then slowly spread his legs.
He kissed the inside of the opposite knee.
“Jackson.” Jackson took him into his mouth, going straight to the rhythm that usually worked for Henry, causing him to cry out in pleasure.
“You’re going to make me come.” Henry struggled to keep still, and Jackson could feel the tightness in every one of the man’s muscles.
Jackson pulled back. “No, please don’t stop. ”
“You win. Now you get to choose the prize.”
Henry shivered. “What are my options?”
“Absolutely anything,” Jackson promised.
He needed Henry to be completely strung out.
Wanted to make him come so hard he saw stars.
Henry looked up at him. Jackson stared back.
Holy shit. He was instantly rock-hard. Henry’s entire body was flushed and trembling, his chest was heaving, and his cock was leaking. But his hands were still at his sides.
“I want you to tell me what to do,” he whispered.