Page 68 of Sweet Like Whiskey

“Well?” I goad.

That seems to do the trick. Jackson spurs into action, walking to his end table before climbing onto the bed. He presses myother leg wide, his thumb digging into my thigh as he eyes my ass. My pulse beats a heavy drum as I wait, my hand leisurely pumping myself, my anticipation so palpable I can feel it in my toes.

Jackson flips open the lid on the lube without even looking at it.

“Fuck, you’re a sight,” I tell him, one arm behind my head to see him better. He’s kneeling between my legs, his cock hanging low, hard and so goddamn thick. He ignores it, his focus on me as he brings lubed fingers to my ass. He slips two inside, picking up right where he left off. “God.”

“Good?” Jackson all but grunts.

“Darlin’, you’re so fucking good.”

He seems to preen at that, his chest swelling and a nearly imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His focus, however, is absolute. He pumps his fingers inside of me, spreading the lube, pressing gently against my rim to open me up.

“It’s not going to take much,” I tell him, my body already so languid I’m pretty sure he could get his cock in me without trouble.

“What’d I tell you?” Jackson asks, his gaze meeting mine.

“That you want to take your time with me?”

He hums a short confirmation.Well. Far be it from me to ruin his fun.

Jackson slips in a third finger, his strokes intentional, not efficient. He picks up my leg, bringing it close and turning his face to kiss my calf. I damn near swoon.

He tucks my leg over his shoulder as his thumb grazes my rim, his fingers rubbing inside of me. His hand trails along the outside of my leg, soothing and exploring, his fingertips on my calf, my ankle, my thigh. All the while, he plays with my ass, seemingly content to do just that—play.

“Your favorite color?” I ask.

Jackson’s eyes flash to mine. “What?”

“I’m getting to know you,” I tell him, wiggling my toes. He takes the hint and resumes fingering me.

“Gray,” he answers.

“Liar.”

He snorts, twisting his fingers, andahh.

“Red,” he says. “Like the mountains at sunset, when everything is hushed and dark and peaceful.”

I hum, hand still stroking my cock slowly. Jackson’s eyes follow the movement. “I like green,” I tell him. “Always have. Maine was a lot of blue. The water, the sky, the crab, even. Here, there’s so much green. It’s expansive, like air in my lungs.”

He looks pensive, and I nearly laugh at the expression because he’s fucking my ass with four fingers now. I don’t need it, butfuckdoes it feel good.

“I’ve never heard air described as green before,” he finally says.

“No? Well, I’ve never seen someone exercise such immense control with a raging hard-on before. You ready yet? He sure looks it.”

Jackson huffs as I eye his dick pointedly, but he turns his head again, kissing my leg before removing his fingers. He opens a condom without question, which I appreciate. Going without would require a conversation we haven’t had. Jackson rolls the condom down his cock with quick movements, adding a decent swipe of lube after. His eyes meet mine again.

“Good?” I ask.

He nods, but still, he doesn’t move. I tip my hips up in invitation. He takes a deep breath.

“Jack? Did you want me on my—”

“Like this,” he says, cutting me off, his grip on my leg tightening. “I just…”

“Need a second?”

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