Page 60 of One Time Only (One Time Only 1)
I stare at him, fire licking my veins. “Your dick is like a gift.”
“Then take your gift, Stone. Take it, use it, play with it,” he says, all smoky and seductive.
I rise up, drop down, and swallow his cock with my body.
I hiss, groaning as I adjust to his size, savoring the stretch, the pull, and the intense pressure of him all the way inside me.
Jackson fills me like I’ve never been filled before, and that wild sensation thrills me. Makes me harder, hornier.
I run a hand down my cock, sliding my thumb over the head, then bringing my arousal to his lips, painting his bottom lip with my pre-come.
“Mmmm. My favorite,” he murmurs, licking it off before he brushes his lips against mine, giving me a soft but hungry kiss.
A kiss that makes me shiver.
That turns me on even more.
I show him how much. I rise up on his dick then lower myself as I slide my hand back down my shaft, squeezing the base of my cock, bringing another drop to the crown.
His lips part, and I swear it’s like he’s begging for it. A harsh pant falls from his sexy mouth, and I give him another taste of me.
He sucks on my thumb like he’s reveling in the flavor, then he ropes his hand around my head, hauls me in for a hot kiss, and grabs my ass with his other hand.
His tongue strokes mine as he squeezes my flesh.
We kiss like that—hot, needy—and I take my time riding his shaft.
When our lips fall apart, he loops both hands around me, grabbing my ass, squeezing it as I move up and down on his cock. He lets me set the pace this time. This time, I want to. I want to top him from the bottom.
I ride Jackson, finding a slow and easy rhythm, a sensual, luxurious one, my cock slapping against his hard, flat belly.
With every roll of my hips, his breath comes harder.
His jaw clenches tighter.
His grip on me intensifies.
And in seconds, I’m a furnace. I am broiling from this—from the realization once again, the intense awareness of what’s happening.
That he’s fucking me.
He’s not fucking Stone Zenith. He’s not sleeping with a Grammy winner. He’s not banging the guy who sang to a packed house tonight.
He’s fucking the guy, not the name.
And I can’t hold back. “Man, you love fucking me, don’t you?”
Jackson growls, grabbing me harder. “So much . . .”
I’m scorching everywhere from him. From how he talks to me. From how much I love it, how much I need it.
I swivel my hips, clenching on his cock.
His eyes slam shut. “Oh yeah, that feels soooo good.”
I show him how good I can make him feel with the way I move. I demonstrate just how spectacular his first hookup can be. I want him to feel endless pleasure from me, with me, because of me. I rope my arms around his neck, rising up on his thick cock as I say, “I think you’re an ass man, Jackson Pearce.”
Opening his eyes, he nods savagely. “I am. And your ass is fantastic.”
I’ve got the key to his engine. And I’m going to keep cranking it. I thread my hands in his hair, working over his dick with my ass, with the way I ride him, how I take him. “Tell me everything you want to do to it. You want to smack it?”
He grunts, raises a hand, swats my cheek, and I groan. Hell, we both groan. “Do it again,” I command.
He raises his palm and smacks the other cheek, a sharp, hot swat.
The pain electrifies me. Makes me moan. “Yes. Fucking yes.”
Jackson lifts his hand again. Another swat. Another smack. And the world’s sexiest sounds fall from his lush lips.
Moans and murmurs like I’ve never heard.
I keep going, powering up and down on his cock. “You love fucking my ass. You love fingering my ass. I bet you want to bite it, nibble it, get your mouth all over it.”
He shakes, his big, strong body shuddering beneath me.
Yes. I’ve found his guilty pleasure.
“I do. I really fucking do,” he grits out, like he’s living in a dirty dream.
“I bet you want to taste me everywhere,” I say, teasing him.
The expression on his gorgeous face is exquisite agony. I am winding him up, working him over.
His lips part, but no sound comes out, except harsh pants. As words fail him, his actions speak loud and clear. He pumps up, thrusting harder and faster. His hand slides between us, gripping my cock ferociously.
“That’s it. Stroke it out for me, J. Because I’m going to come so hard on you.”
“All over me,” he orders.
Like I’d do anything else.
Pleasure rips through my body, a wild promise of ecstasy, as he jerks me hard, fast, expertly.
Taking me to the edge.
