Page 74 of One Time Only (One Time Only 1)
Jackson loops a hand around my waist, hauls me in close, and yanks me against his firm body. “Would I? Do you not get it? I want to do everything with you, to you, for you.”
I groan, sparking everywhere at his promises. They sound like more than sex. They sound like he wants to be the guy in the picture.
Right now, though, my body is plugged in, and my body gets priority. My desires are cranked high. I need to touch him and to be touched.
I run a thumb down his jaw, tracing his carved features. “Edge me.”
He lets go of my waist, holding up one finger. “One rule.”
“Hit me up.” I’d probably agree to anything right now.
He clasps my face, holding me in both hands. His touch feels wildly possessive. “Do you trust me?”
I don’t have to think twice. The answer is self-evident. “Completely.”
“That’s the only rule, then. Just trust me to take care of you.”
“I do.”
Tonight feels like we’re running to the edge of the cliff and jumping into the ocean.
And I’m shouting in excitement as I fall.We start in the shower, turning the water as hot as it can go. It beats down on both of us as we rinse off the day, getting clean. Jackson turns me around, lines up his chest against my back, and slides his hands down my arms.
I shiver from the brush of his body as I heat up inside. His hands reach mine, and he pushes my palms against the tiled wall.
“Stay like that,” he murmurs.
“I will.”
Closing my eyes, I relish the sensory overload—the sounds of the water, the heat of the shower, the feel of him.
His big palms skate down my body, and I shudder at the way they travel along my frame. His hands meld to me, covering me, curling over my ass, brushing down my thighs, then up again. He loops his hands around my waist, travels them up to my pecs, and grips them.
He pushes his strong chest against me, and I moan, lowering my head so I can sink into the feel of him.
He paints a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck, but he doesn’t stay there for long. His hands return to my back, roaming lower, then between my legs, cupping my balls.
There’s a noise. The sound of Jackson’s knees touching the tile. He’s on the floor.
I shudder with anticipation.
I know what he’s going to do, and I want it so badly. Desire winds down my spine. Filthy images flash before me as my cock hardens impossibly more.
“Yes,” I moan, before he even touches me with his lips.
Just knowing he’s going to is enough to make me throb.
I am aching.
My whole body is screaming out for him. Longing for what’s next.
He bites my ass, and I groan. He nibbles on my flesh, nipping at the musical notes, humming as he goes. More bites and nips and kisses. Like he’s marking me all over.
Lower, then lower.
And then, wicked bliss begins.
He flicks his tongue down my ass, and I shiver. I’m going to die of pleasure.
“J,” I groan.
My lover presses his mouth to me, and it is torture. Beautiful, exquisite torture.
Electricity flares in my veins, sparking, sizzling.
Sensations rocket through me.
His tongue is soft and eager.
So intimate and so deliciously dirty.
I can’t form words. I can’t speak. I can only moan, because this is phenomenal.
He rewards my incoherent groaning with a slow, tantalizing lick.
Then another.
One more.
Lust roars through me, and I groan, a feral sound that drives him on.
My head goes hazy from the intensity of the sensations.
My knees buckle; my hands start to slide down the wall. I’m not sure I can stand much longer.
And he knows it.
Jackson rises, turns off the water, and hands me a towel. “You need to lie down for this because I’m going to drive you crazy.”
“You already are.”
A minute later, I’m lying in bed. This beautiful man settles between my legs, and this time he’s a tease. He sucks on my balls, drawing one into his mouth, then the other, making me grab his head hard. Seconds later, he lets go, moving lower, tracing a line right under them with that naughty tongue. Down lower, almost there, tantalizing me.
Teasing me as he blows warm breath against my skin, then whispers in a hot, filthy voice, “I want to taste you everywhere. Kiss you all over. Make you mine.”
“Do it,” I urge. Those last words light me up. I don’t know if he means sexually or in some other way. I choose to imagine it’s both because that’s how I want him. I want to be his.
His big hands are on my thighs, and he pushes me open even more. He raises a hand, grabs my dick, and strokes me as his tongue explores me. Pleasure rushes through my veins, and I’m close.
