11. Jackson
JACKSON
I return to my room and drag my hand over my forehead then through my hair. I scrub it across the back of my neck, squeezing.
Trying to let go of the tension in me.
All this sexual tension.
I want to put the night behind me. I want to get rid of this white-hot attraction.
I head into the bathroom, strip out of my clothes, and step into the shower, turning the faucet up high. Ready, so damn ready, to wash off the day. I lift my face into the hot stream, letting it beat down on my skin, then turn around, wetting my hair, craving a night of sleep.
Deep, restful sleep.
Tomorrow I can try harder to deny these desires.
But right now, there’s no denying what my body needs.
Release.
A release from all this tension.
After I soap up and rinse off, I slide a hand down my shaft. An image of Stone flicks before my eyes, but I bat it away, just picturing a man.
A nameless, faceless man.
Strong shoulders, firm chest, muscled arms.
Head dipped, so I can’t see who he is.
On his knees in front of me, his full red lips suck the head of my cock, taking me to the back of his throat.
I groan, and that sound is such a relief. It echoes in the shower stall.
My eyes close, and I picture the nameless man again.
Picture him sucking me voraciously, lavishing wicked attention on my dick. Flicking his tongue along my length.
I shudder, my breath coming out faster, my hips pumping.
That’s it.
That feels so damn good.
My fist tightens, shuttling faster.
But the image starts to morph. To change.
I squeeze my eyes shut harder as I stroke faster, the pleasure sparking across my body as my mind fixates on random faces, random bodies. As I order it to focus on nameless men.
On muscles. Stubble. No one in particular. Just a determined, hungry, horny man, sucking me so damn good.
Pleasure rips through my body, an unstoppable fire, one I don’t want to quench, one I want to burn me up.
As my hand flies, sensations flood my body. The pleasure kicks up, rockets higher, scorching down my spine.
My thighs tingle, my knees clench, and sparks rush through my cells as I groan and grunt, grateful, so damn grateful, to be able to just enjoy this pleasure.
And then, there he is on the floor in front of me as bliss taunts me.
Problem is, the man is no longer nameless, no longer faceless.
It’s my boss, his hair slicked back in the water, his mouth wide open, his green eyes emerald bright and glittering with lust and seduction.
Stone’s lips curve up because in my fantasy, he’s smiling as he’s sucking me off, and holy hell, it feels spectacular.
For a few torturous seconds, I try to fight the image. I try to deny it. I grip my shaft hard as if I can slow the onslaught of pleasure, the crush of desire.
But the sensations are stronger than I am. They’re torching my blood.
They’re lighting all my cells. I’m on fire, and I don’t want to put it out.
“Screw it,” I mutter. I slam my free hand against the tiled wall. Pump my fist harder, grip my length tighter. And I mutter, “Suck me off, Stone. Suck me fucking dry.”
Voicing my wishes out loud is an obscene relief. Because once I do it, I give in all the way.
And maybe this time, maybe by giving in, I can let go of the lust. Because it feels so fucking good to picture him. To imagine him right here with me, right now.
My fantasy.
My whole body shakes as I see Stone Zenith on his knees in front of me, his hands running up and down my thighs, sliding around my body, gripping my ass, tugging me even closer.
I grunt, incoherent sounds that turn into his name, that turn into commands. “That’s right, Stone. Suck me even deeper,” I tell him, urging him on.
And Fantasy Stone complies. He draws me all the way back in his throat, into the warm heaven of his mouth where I can no longer hold back. Where all the desire in me whips through my entire body.
Months and months of pent-up lust crash down as I detonate, hard and powerfully, imagining he’s drinking every last drop of my come.
I pant, gasping for breath, my lungs barely able to suck in air because all I want to do is feel that again.
All I want to do is see that again. To see more than that. I want so much more than a blow job. I want to take my boss to bed, throw him down on the mattress, get him ready for me, and then I want to fuck him and please him and touch him.
I want to feel him everywhere, and bring him the highest high, the filthiest bliss, the dirtiest pleasure.
But I can’t have that. I will not let myself have that.
Maybe this release will be enough to let go of all of this desire.
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