Page 50 of Sweet Like Whiskey

“Shh,” I tell him.

“Jack—”

I cover his mouth again, holding his gaze as I lower to my knees. He gets the hint, his eyes rolling up before snapping open again. Slowly, I let go of his mouth to open his jeans.

“Fuck,” he mutters, helping me along, shoving his pants down as soon as I have them unzipped. He grips the edge of the dresser, breathing ragged.

I don’t make him wait, too impatient myself, wanting this too damn much to drag it out even a second longer. I tug down his briefs, run my nose up the length of his cock, and then take him into my mouth.

Ash nearly shouts, and I shift my gaze up just in time to catch him biting the side of his hand to muffle it. His eyes are half-lidded and electric. They struggle to stay open as I slip my lips down the length of him, tasting clean man again, but also something more. Something uniquely him.

“Jack,” he groans around his hand.

I suck, dragging my lips upwards, swirling my tongue around his crown as I grip the base of his dick. His hips jerk, cock throbbing in a blatant display of arousal. It’s heady, knowing I’m affecting him so. Knowing he was hard for me the moment I sank to my knees.

I want to make him come for me, too.

I pump his shaft as I mouth the sensitive head of his cock, so smooth against my lips and tongue. His breathing hitches when I lick his slit, and I’m rewarded with a salty hit of precum. I can tell Ash is trying to keep his noises in check, but he’s not very successful. Deep groans reverberate out from his chest, accompanying words spilling from around his makeshift gag. There’sJackandfuck, your mouth is sweetandif you stop, I’ll die.

I have no plans of stopping. I take more of Ash’s cock into my mouth, replacing my hand with my lips as I work him over. His skin is hot, his cock impossibly hard and swelling further. Ash’s hand slaps against the dresser as he gets close, his other gripping my hair tight.

“Fuck, Jack. Fuck,fuck.”

I clamp my hand back over his mouth, and he doesn’t try to stop me. His hips hitch off the dresser, his cock so deep in my throat I’m taking nearly all of him. I can feel the moment Ash starts to come. Can feel it against my tongue, against my lips, against my palm as his breathing stutters. I suck hard, pulling my lips toward his tip, andthere.

Ash floods my mouth as his teeth clamp onto the meat of my palm. I stroke him through it, something in the deepest parts of me stuttering and restarting like his breath. His hand leaves my hair as his orgasm wanes, instead covering the hand I have pressed against his mouth. His teeth release their grip, his lips pursing in what feels like an apologetic kiss.

“Fuck,” he murmurs again, pulling my hand down to his chest as I softly clean his cock with my tongue. He grunts, a satisfied sound I can feel against my bruised palm. “Jack.”

I meet his eye, unprepared for the softness I find there. He gives me a tug, trying to pull me to my feet. I let him.

My heart pounds as Ash drags me close, uncaring about his half-clothed state. His hand grips my ass over my jeans, slottingus together, his other in my hair again, thumb beside my ear. I feel…exposed.

“What is it you want, Jack?” Ash asks, his lips feathering along my cheek. They drift over my lips before trailing along my jaw.

I don’t think he’s asking about right this instant, but I can’t answer that. I hardly know myself.

“I don’t need anything in return,” I croak out. “I didn’t expect—”

Ash clucks his tongue, leaning back enough to see me. “Jackson Darling, must you be so stubborn? I didn’t ask what you need. I asked what youwant.”

I pull in a breath, and Ash’s hand runs down my jaw, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.

“Weneedair,” he says, fingers skimming down my neck, over my pulse. “We need food. Water. Sleep. But I want to know what youwant. What it is you ache for. What you’d ask for, right this very minute, if you could choose. What, in the most selfish parts of you, are you greedy for? What is it youwant?”

“You,” I answer without a thought.

Ash’s grip stills on the side of my neck before tightening. “Fuck. I knew you’d be trouble.”

I don’t have time to decipher that before Ash’s hand is sliding down between us, landing on my crotch like a brand. His lips touch my ear, so soft.

“You have me, darlin’.”

My heart gives a great big thump as Ash shoves me gently backwards. He drops to his haunches in front of me, tugging my jeans down with zero finesse. I flail for a single second before grabbing the lip of the dresser, bracing myself over Ash’s form as he pulls me swiftly from within my boxer briefs.

He shakes his head slightly. “Of course you’re perfect,” he mutters. And then he licks the head of my cock.

My breath punches from me, but I can’t look away, can’t tear my eyes off the sight of Ash taking my cock into his mouth. He sinks nearly all the way down before reversing course, his hand encircling me as he pops free.

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