Page 84 of Burned & Bound

His hips rolled against mine, drawing a moan out of both of us with the friction building between our bodies.

Jesus fuck. I was so goddamn wound up by this man. No one had ever made everything so simple like making out and practically dry humping against a wall feel so damn good.

His teeth nipped along my jaw, scraping against my beard, as he worked his way to my neck. The sweep of his tongue had me groaning as he hit the right spot.

“Jackson,” West whispered against my skin. I made a small sound, doing my best to pay attention. “What if I want more?”

That slammed me right back to reality. I grabbed the front of his shirt, pushing him back slightly so I could see his face. His expression was unreadable as I searched his face for more information.Was he saying what I thought he was?Or was I thinking too much?

“I don’t expect anything,” I told him quietly.

“I know.”

“We’re good where we’re at. There’s no need to rush anything, baby. I’m not… I don’t expect more.”

“I knowyoudon’t,” he said. “But what ifIwant to? I’ve never… but just… what if I want to try?”

Try…

Christ, this man was going to be the death of me. He didn’t deserve any of the shit he’d been through. He didn’t deserve to feel the way he did.

“If that’s what you want,” I replied softly. My lips brushed against his briefly, some small gesture of reassurance.

“I can’t…” His head shook slightly as he struggled to finish the sentence. “There’s just… certain things… I don’t know… I can’t…”

There was no way in hell he could handle being topped, which didn’t surprise me. Not with everything I knew. I was typically very strict about my role when it came to sex, but for West, I’d be whatever the hell he needed. I’d relish in any little bit of himself he was willing to share with me.

“Your stables, your rules, West,” I reiterated because I felt he needed to hear it. “I ain’t rushing you into a damn thing. However you want to do this thing. You take the lead, baby.”

CHAPTER 56

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Shirts off. Pants kickedaside. Boxer briefs who the hell knew where. Socks too.

Hands. Tongues. Teeth.

He was anywhere and everywhere—his hands roaming over every inch of my body that he could touch. I wasn’t nearly as bold. My confidence was fading fast as I realized just how inexperienced I was compared to him.

We collapsed into Jackson’s bed. I settled between his hips, my cock rolling against his as I made myself comfortable over him. The sensation made me moan into his mouth, and I repeated the action. His fingers dug into my ass, guiding me to do it a third time. The room swayed as the temperature skyrocketed.

My body was on fucking autopilot as I thrust against his cock. He met each one with equal enthusiasm. Pre-cum painted my stomach and his, mingling with sweat. His breath was my breath and vice versa as we panted, both worked up into a frenzy of need.

“Lights off,” I told him quickly when he reached for the lamp.

“Whatever you want,” he said. I heard the drawer slide open and close quickly, and he dropped something on the bed.Lube.That much I knew we’d need, especially with my piercings.

Fuck, what if I hurt him?

I shoved that thought aside and focused on the man underneath. On Jackson. On making him feel good.

Trailing my tongue along the strong line of his neck, I nipped his earlobe before moving my way down his body. I took my time exploring him all over again with slow kisses and hesitant touches. It gave my body the chance to level out as I made my way to his cock.

I didn’t know a hell of a lot about what the fuck I was doing, but I wasn’t an idiot either. I knew I couldn’t just dive dick first without some prep work—without making sure he was ready.

I grabbed the bottle of lube and covered my fingers, using the excess to swipe over his hole. I swept my tongue over his slit, lapping up the pre-cum gathering there. His legs opened wider as he moaned. I dragged my tongue up the length of his cock a second time. As I did, I slowly pressed one finger inside him. That moan of his grew louder.

I swirled my tongue around the crown of his cock and lowered onto him. I took my time working one finger in and out of his ass with ease while sucking on his dick. Whatever the hell I was doing, I was doing it right. It had him worked up more than ever. His hands fisted in the sheets while his hips rocked up against my mouth.

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