Page 50 of One Time Only (One Time Only 1)
Everything about this is wrong.
But everything about this feels right, with his body against mine.
We kiss, long and deep and passionate, and I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to stop.
But I also want all the next things.
I wrench away, panting, my breath coming out in a rush.
I stare into his eyes, glassy with desire, glazed with lust.
“We’re going to fuck tonight,” I tell him.
Stone wiggles an eyebrow as his lips curve into a crooked, filthy grin. He slides his hands up the back of my head through my hair, thrusting his hips at my pelvis. “It’s about fucking time.” He drags a hand down my shirt, over my chest, spreading his fingers across my pecs so he can work the buttons open one by one.
He’s taking his time, but I’m pent-up. I’m needy. And I want my clothes off. I take over, and my shirt is on the floor in mere seconds.
I free him from the confines of his towel, ripping it off, and my breath hisses as his cock springs free, standing at attention, ready for me.
I’ve touched Stone, I’ve had him, but tonight I’m going to have him all night long. I wrap my hand around his thick shaft, shuddering at the hot, hard feel of him. Of the soft, smooth skin and the steel length. And then that fantastic bead of liquid at the head.
I drag my hand from base to tip, my thumb rubbing across the crown, collecting a drop of my favorite drink.
I bring that liquid pleasure to my lips, tasting it, and my head goes hazy with lust. I can’t be bothered with taking him to the bed. I drop to my knees right here.
Stone lets his head fall back against the wall, grabs my face, and says, “You’ve been promising me something for a while, Jackson. Give it to me now.”
I intend to show him I’m a rock star too.
Because that’s how I give blow jobs—like a rock star.20StoneYes.
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.
