I ran the flat of my tongue along the length of his shaft and slowly circled the crown of his cock. Repeating the action, I enjoyed his drawn-out moan. I took an inch of him in my mouth, teasing him.
“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he rasped, his hips flexing. His cock glided over my tongue as I took him deeper in my mouth. My pace was unrushed as I moved up and down his length. I paid attention to the way he reacted and let it guide everything I did. Salty pre-cum smeared along my tongue, the taste intoxicating.
His taste, his sounds, his scent.All of it was so damnintoxicating.
When he hit the back of my throat, I breathed through my nose and took him as deep as I could. I swallowed, my throat constricting around the head of his cock.
“Jesus fuck,” Jackson let out, his voice tense. His fingers weaved through my hair, gripping lightly. A bolt of panic lanced through me, and I grabbed his wrist to stop him. Yanking him away, I pinned his wrist to the couch.That was a fucking no.
I licked, sucked, and stroked him into a frenzy. His hips thrust upward with every pass. His cock pulsed along my tongue, and his body tensed under me.
“I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice thick as gravel. I hummed but kept going. I pushed him until he lost control completely. With two quick thrusts deep into my mouth, he came. Spurts of hot cum coated my tongue and my throat. I swallowed until he was spent, his movements slowing. I sucked and licked until he practically melted into the fucking couch.
His quiet pants filled the deafening silence in the room as I leaned back. Something seized in my chest, wrapping tight around my heart. My stomach rolled as the temperature in the room skyrocketed.
“I’ll be right back,” I said gruffly. I didn’t wait for him to say a thing as I headed down the hall. In the bathroom, I clung to the sink for support. The weight in my chest was unbearable as I struggled to pull in a breath.
I wanted this.
I wanted this.
I kept reminding myself of that single thing to stave off the pending panic. Every ragged breath burned in my lungs, and I blinked back tears.
I wanted this.
I’d initiated it. I chose to do it. So why the fuck was I spiraling over it?
I didn’t go back to Jackson. Instead, I slipped out the back door before he could notice. A shitty thing to do? Yeah, but I couldn’t break down in front of him.
CHAPTER 50
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Iran. Like afucking coward, I ran. My head was so fucked up that I couldn’t think straight—let alone face Jackson.What a fucking asshole I was.I left the house without a goddamn word. I left the whole fucking ranch without even telling him.
What I wanted to do was drink. And drink. And keep on fucking drinking until the voices in my head stopped taunting me.Fuck, what kind of man couldn’t handle giving a goddamn blowjob without panicking?I was so fucking broken it was damn near funny at this point.
I was fucking laughable.
But I didn’t drink.
Almost but not quite. I walked inside two different bars and barely managed to drag myself out without drinking something. I was doing so damn good about not breaking down and drinking to drown out everything. This wouldn’t be the thing that sent me off the ledge again.
But my resolve was fraying and fast. I couldn’t do it much longer.
Which was how I ended up two towns over waiting for Bobby outside a diner as I chain-smoked my way through a pack of cigarettes to keep fromdoing more stupid shit.To keep me from completely falling apart.I was barely hanging on.
I was on my fifth cigarette by the time he finally showed up, stepping out of his car in navy dress pants and a firefighter shirt. He looked exhausted but still smiled nonetheless when he saw me. I couldn’t return the gesture.
“Sorry about the outfit,” he said. “I finished my shift and ran.”
“You’re a firefighter?”
“The captain actually,” he told me proudly.
“Captain Bobby,” I murmured. “Never would’ve guessed.”
“I think there’s a lot about ourselves we keep out of our meets,” Bobby replied. “Granted, we don’t know too much about each other, so everything is a surprise right now.”