Page 31 of One Time Only (One Time Only 1)
“I can handle you, J,” I say, sliding my hands up and down his back, over his ass, and up again. “I can definitely handle you rubbing this body against me. Oh, yes, I can, and I want to.”
“Give me room, then. Get those legs around me,” he says, and my skin tingles everywhere at his commands.
I do as he says, spreading my legs so I can wrap them around his hips. I grind up against him, fully hard again, my dick rubbing right next to his gorgeous cock.
“Mmm. Yesssss,” he murmurs, and he sounds like he’s melting, and that only makes me want more of him.
I don’t have to ask, though, because he gives it to me.
He drops his face to my neck, his arms roping around my head, his body pressed fully to mine. He’s no longer braced on his hands. Instead, we’re chest to chest, cock to cock, and I don’t want him to leave.
The weight of him is intense, and if we can’t fuck, I need to get as close to screwing as possible. As close to this sexy-ass man as I can.
I rub my cock next to his, and it’s incredible, the contact, the friction. His shaft is so hard and thick against mine, and I am ready—100 percent ready and then some.
Jackson’s breath comes hard near my ear, and maybe he’s close, maybe he won’t last long.
I don’t care. I’ll take whatever he has to give.
As my hands trail up his muscled back, I whisper, “Don’t wait for me, J. Come whenever you want.”
“I’m good,” he murmurs, then raises his face, bites my earlobe, and tells me a second time, “I’m so damn good right now.”
A tremble rushes through my whole being at those words.
Then, at the feel of him dry humping me.
At the feel of what it would be like if we were fucking. He thrusts and rocks, and I push and grind, and lust barrels through me, a delicious, agonizing sensation.
His hands curl around my head.
Those big hands.
I shudder as I picture what he can do with them.
I already know how his fingers feel in me. I know how his palm feels on my length.
I want his big hand between us. “Jerk us off like this. I want your hand on our cocks.”
He lifts his face, his grin so naughty and sexy.
He moves off me, and I nearly whimper from the lack of contact, but he grabs the lube, pours some into his palm, and then brings me next to him so we’re side by side.
He slides up against me again, one strong thigh draping over mine as he reaches down and takes our cocks in his slick hand.
This is all my wet dreams ever. A man like him. Pushing against me. Rubbing against me. One arm wrapped around my shoulder, keeping me close. The other hand gripping our dicks.
Shuttling up and down.
He goes full throttle, his big hand a blur, jerking us fast and furiously.
He’s panting and grunting.
I’m groaning and cursing.
Wild sensations rush through me, and it’s like a tornado of erotic bliss. And soon, the pleasure torches my body. “Gonna come again,” I rasp out.
“Come for me,” he grunts.
But it’s more like come with me.
Because we both detonate, coming hard, furiously.
Together.
Into his hand, onto his chest, onto my chest. Everywhere. God, it feels like it’s everywhere.
Or maybe it’s only everywhere when he lets go of our dicks, jerks my body against his, and smears our releases together on our stomachs in a filthy mix of him and me, and sweat and heat.
He collapses onto his back, pulls me on top of him, and kisses the breath out of me.
I half want him to stay the night.
But I know he won’t.
And I’m fine with that. I swear, I’m fine with that.
So fine that I tell him, “Tomorrow we go back to the way it was.”
And he agrees instantly. “We do. Like it never happened.”
He rises, gets out of bed, and cleans up.
I go to the other bathroom and do the same, returning first to the bed, flopping down. I’m spent. Officially spent. A minute later, he’s hunting for his clothes. He pulls them on, then he glances at the time. It’s close to two. His shift ended a while ago.
“Cruz will probably be outside your room by now.”
I wink. “Just tell him we were having pizza.”
He rolls his eyes. “Good pizza, Stone.”
“It was great pizza.”
Thirty seconds later, he leaves.
And I tell myself I didn’t want him to spend the night, no matter how good the pizza was.14StoneEver try not to think of someone naked?
Let me rephrase.
Ever try not to think of the stunning, gorgeous god of a man naked that you’ve already seen naked?
If I thought a month of monking was hard, that’s nothing compared to the Olympian task in front of me as we begin the two-week prep for the show: don’t imagine Jackson Pearce naked every time I see him.
