20. Stone
STONE
Yes.
Hell yes.
Hell to the motherfucking yes.
All my rules, all my reasons have vacated the premises. They fell by the wayside the second I threw down my offer.
I don’t care about anything right now except this fevered, frenzied dream.
That’s all it can be, a sexy, filthy fantasy, but I’m living it in this moment.
Jackson Pearce is shirtless, on his knees, his hand on my dick, his lips wrapped around the crown as I feed him my cock.
He groans savagely as he draws me into paradise. The sound of his desire makes my dick harder, makes me thicker in his warm, lush mouth.
One hand of his slides up my thigh to play with my balls. The other squeezes the base of my cock while his sinful, filthy mouth takes me deep, so damn deep I am lodged in the back of his throat, and it is heaven on earth.
My hands coil around his head, gripping his skull.
“Fuck me, J. You’re a god with that tongue. Those lips.”
His eyes spark with mischief. He spirals his tongue along my shaft, showing off, showing what he can do to me.
He can drive me wild with desire.
With that tongue that lavishes wicked praise on my shaft.
With those lips that hug my dick so deliciously.
With that hand that curls so tight.
Pleasure zips through my body, rippling through every single cell as he flicks that wicked tongue along my dick.
“You’re a man of your word,” I rasp, as I pump into his mouth. “You do love sucking cock.”
Jackson lets go of me, his eyes locking with mine as he licks the head. “I do. But I really love sucking your cock. So . . .” He licks a line up my shaft. “Damn.” He kisses the tip. “Much.”
I shake with desire, with the prospect of a climax on the horizon.
He drags those confident lips down my length once again, taking me all the way back home.
Moaning, I grip my hands tight around his head as pleasure barrels through my body, cruising up and down my spine. “J, you’re a wet dream.” I thrust into his mouth, unable to hold back as lust pounds in my cells. “God, yes. I want to fuck your mouth hard. Watch you swallow my come.”
He growls against my dick, his hands snaking around to my ass, those big palms curling over my cheeks and squeezing. Gripping hard.
Holy shit.
This is insane. Intense. Mind-bending.
This is an otherworldly blow job. This is a devouring of my cock. He is worshipping my dick, and I’m having an out-of-body experience.
My thighs are shaking. My knees are wobbling. My body is on the edge of everything.
He hauls me in deeper, his mouth melding to my shaft as he mercilessly sucks me.
Pleasure sizzles along my skin as his hands slide lower, then lower still, till one rogue finger presses against my ass.
“Yes,” I rasp out. I thrust harder into his mouth.
He pushes farther, just an inch or two, then crooks it inside me.
And I become fireworks and dynamite.
I am the explosion on the Fourth of July. I am crackling and burning as he pushes that finger in me and sucks me to the root.
The world blurs into bliss as I shoot into his mouth. A red-hot haze consumes my body.
I pant.
I moan.
I grunt.
Seconds later, he lets go of my dick, rises, and presses those lips to mine.
So tender and lush.
And filthy too, as I taste myself on him. He slides his lips over mine, making sure we’re sharing the aftereffects of me coming hard in his mouth. And the fire in me roars higher with the promise of so much more decadence tonight.
Jackson brushes his lips across my jaw, my cheek, traveling to my ear. “How do you want me next?”
My breath catches because he is both relentlessly dominating and ridiculously thoughtful.
I shudder, knowing the answer. I’ve known it for months. My lips curve up in a grin. “But I thought you liked to set the rules?”
He slides a hand down my cheek. “I’m going to fuck you, Stone. That’s the only rule I have. Tell me what position is best for you, because that’s all I want—to make it so damn good for you when I’m inside you.” His hazel eyes are savage and heated. “That is all I need.”
I take his hand, bring him to the second bedroom, and then gesture to the windows.
“You see those?”
“I do.”
I bring my mouth to his ear, and I whisper, telling him exactly what I want him to do to me.