Page 96 of One Time Only (One Time Only 1)
And holy hell, did I ever miss him. It’s the longest I’ve been away from him since I went to work for him.
We talked, texted, and Skyped, but there is nothing as good as getting my lips on my man, something I plan to do in mere minutes.
Once I’m home, I bound up the steps, unlock the door, and head inside.
“Stone Zenith, you better get your sexy ass over here. And right now.” My voice booms across our home.
His laughter answers from outside. “Balcony, you horn dog.”
I stride across the tiled floor to the open sliding-glass doors. Lounging on the patio couch, reading a paperback, is Stone. The sun is setting, and it’s a gorgeous sight. He’s reading a book, shades on, shirt off.
Home.
I join him on the couch and cover him in kisses.
It feels so good to have him back. I tug him against me. “I missed you.”
“Missed you so much too.”
I nuzzle his neck, growling against him. “Need to have you.”
“You better have me,” Stone says. “Also, I pregamed, so I’m ready, and the lube’s on the table.”
I laugh. “I love that you’re so wound up that you’re good to go.”
“I want you right here, right now. Gimme some balcony banging, J.”
That’s a favorite of his.
It’s become a favorite of mine too.
It’s risky in LA. We could be seen. We could be photographed. But I don’t mind taking this type of risk.
I don’t mind at all, because the risks the man I love takes are ones that have to do with love. Never safety. Never his body. Never his life.
His risks are all about putting his heart on the line, and maybe his privacy. But our balcony’s high enough, with trees and foliage, and also, I don’t care.
What’s the worst that could happen?
The world finds out that I fuck the man I love?
Let them know. Because I can’t think of anything better than loving and fucking the same person every day.
We stand. He sheds his shorts and sets his elbows on the railing.
I undo my pants, stroke my cock, and grab the lube from the nearby table. As he watches me slick up my dick, Stone murmurs, “Get inside me. I’m so ready.”
I press my body against him, cage him in, and line up my cock. I kiss his neck as I work the head of my dick into him, my skin sizzling with need, my chest flushed.
My eyes close, and I let out a long, shuddery breath. “Yes, this is good.”
“So good,” he groans as I push deeper. He clenches around me at first, tight and hot. “Give it to me hard.”
“Oh, babe, you did miss me,” I say when Stone moans so loudly that I’m sure they can hear him across the ocean.
And then, I slide all the way home.
It’s filthy bliss.
I wrap a hand around his hip, my fingers digging in, the other hand coiling over his shoulder.
I move in him.
His skin is hot.
My blood is tight.
And we burn together, grabbing and grappling and loving.
In no time, my fist is curled tight around his cock and I’m jacking him off in my hand.
Doesn’t take long for him. Doesn’t take long at all until his release hits my palm.
Seconds later, I’m coming inside him, my world blurring into white-hot pleasure as I follow him to the land of orgasms.
I slump over him, savoring the feel of his warm body, and wrap my arms around my man. “It’s good to have you back home, babe,” I say.
“Good to be here.”StoneWe head to the bathroom and shower, pull on shorts and eat dinner, and then we snuggle in bed, because that’s what we do. We talk, catching up on all the things we haven’t caught up on through our chats on FaceTime or our text messages.
I yawn, jet lag assaulting me, and it’s only nine. “I’m gonna crash, J.” My eyes flutter closed, but before I drift off, I need to remind him of something. “You didn’t forget I’m going to Vegas this weekend for a one-night-only show?”
Jackson smiles. “I know you are.”
“Why don’t you come with me?”
“Vegas. You and me. Sounds like trouble.”
“Sounds like the best weekend ever,” I say, getting sleepier.
“Maybe if we can fly on your plane,” he says playfully.
“Like we’d do anything else, especially now that I’ve got it all tricked out to be as green as a plane can be.”
“And stay on the penthouse level of The Extravagant.”
“We’ll do it all like we did the last time we were there. You in?”
“All in.”
He wraps an arm around me, and my eyes float closed once more as I breathe in his scent. Cedar and falling snow. My mind returns to the first night I ever got close enough to know what he smelled like. I love that smell. I want to inhale it every single day for the rest of my life.
