Page 116 of Sweet Like Whiskey

“Now who’s a good boy?” I coo, smirking up at him.

His glower is immediate. “Don’t start.”

“No?” I ask, tugging his jeans open and getting a hand on his dick. I pull him free from his underwear, stroking up and down.

“I’m not…” His head falls back. “Not one of your pets.”

I lean in, swiping my tongue over the head of his cock. “You don’t want to be good for me, Jack?”

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters, eyes latching back onto mine. I lick him again, tongue swirling over his head before my lips brush against him in a light kiss. “Christ, I can’t think when…when you…”

His words dissolve into a groan when I take him into my mouth. It’s satisfying, rendering this man speechless. I think I could worship him for the rest of my days if it meant seeing that look in his eyes that tells me I’ve captured him, wholly and without regret.

I pop off his dick, hand stroking again. “I think you like being good for me, Jack. Knowing you’ve pleased me.”

He grunts, hips hitching off the couch.

“And what would please me right now,” I go on, licking just beneath his glans, “is for you to let me climb on your lap, sink down over this beautiful cock of yours, and ride you so hard I come all over your chest. Would you let me do that?”

His breathing is labored, cheeks flushed and dick hard in my grip. “So long as I still get to kiss you.”

The fluttering in my chest has me pushing upright, meeting Jackson’s lips as I suck a breath in through my nose. He tastes like whiskey and sugar, like fresh air, somehow. There’s never been, and never will be in my lifetime, anyone like Jackson Darling.

“Get naked, Jack.”

Jackson starts tugging off his clothes as I get up and round the couch, heading toward the bedroom. I grab the lube and a condom, and then, just for good measure, a second condom. Best to be prepared.

When I get back to the living room, Jackson is spread out like royalty, stark-naked and magnificent as he sits sprawled over the blanket he tossed on the couch. I hand him the supplies and tug off my shirt. As I shuck my pants, I watch Jackson roll on the condom and lube his shaft, anticipation sweeping through me.

Jackson grabs my hips as I straddle him, my knees landing on the cushions to either side of his legs. His hands slide down to my ass, fingers dipping into my crease as he tugs me closer. I go willingly, bracing myself on the back of the couch as Jackson all but swallows my dick in one go.

“Fuck,” I groan, adjusting so I can get one hand into his hair. I hold on, hips shifting as he bobs his head. “You’re not trying to distract me from my goal, are you?”

His tongue curls along my shaft before he slides free. “Just getting you wet,” he answers. “And enjoying you.”

“Well, by all means. Enjoy away.”

Jackson’s smirking mouth covers my cock again, his lips warm and tight, his tongue talented as hell. He doesn’t protest when I start controlling the pace, fucking into his mouth. His hands leave my ass for a moment, but then they’re back, one palm on my cheek as wet fingers press against my hole.

“Fuck,” I mutter again, pace stuttering as he eases a finger inside of me. “Christ, that’s good.”

Jackson hums, the sensation pulling another groan from me. His fingers work to loosen me as I take pleasure from his mouth, the sight of him swallowing my cock almost too much for me to bear. The way his lips are stretched, the hollowing of his cheeks, the shine in his eyes as he looks up at me in rapture.

“Okay, okay,” I breathe, giving his hair a tug. “I’m ready, Jack.”

He eases off, and I drop down to claim his lips with my own. A taste. A thank-you. A promise, even, that this means more. That all of this is so much more.

Jackson’s thumbs dig into my hips as I reach back, grabbing his cock. I line up, and, with an exhale of pure relief, I sink down enough for him to slip inside my body. Jackson’s face is set in a stoic mask, but I know it’s a measured thing. He’s working hard to control himself, to control everything he’s feeling.

When my ass comes to rest on his thighs, his fingers tighten against my skin.

“Good?” I check.

He nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Giddyup.”

With a bark of laughter, I lean forward to kiss that soft smirk, and then I start to ride. My head falls back as I move, the glide of his cock perfection and then some. The way he fills me up, pressing against the deepest parts of me, the pressure and stretch like nothing else. One of Jackson’s big hands covers my ass cheek, his other anchored tightly to the side of my thigh. His eyes never once leave mine as I work myself over his cock, taking, giving in equal measure.

He looks beautiful. Rugged and hard. Soft in all the right ways. He looks honest.Earnest.

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