Page 52 of Power Forward

How is it he’s even hotter now than he was when he was in his early twenties? If anything, he’s stronger now. Bigger. And I want to explore every inch of his incredible body with my tongue.

“If you’re done feasting on me with your eyes, take off your damn pants, Cas,” he growls.

A shuddering breath escapes me when I catch his molten eyes.

My hands tremble on my belt buckle and pants. I toss them aside, then hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers. I’m half-hard, which tends to be the furthest I can get, but Jackson’s heated gaze doesn’t change as I pull down my boxers. He sits back upright and runs his hands up my thighs to my hips. He leans in, nuzzling his face into the juncture of my groin, and takes a deep inhale.

“Fuck, I’ve missed how good you smell,” he groans, then laves his tongue on the delicate skin near my pubes before he takes my cock into his mouth and gives me one hard suck.

My hands find his hair, combing through the soft strands to anchor myself. I allow him to explore my body with his mouth and hands before I press a knee onto the mattress and straddle his lap. Strong arms wrap around my back. I swallow down his moan and slide my tongue into his mouth.

“I want you so bad, Cas,” he murmurs against my lips.

“You can have me.” I suck on his tongue and flick my thumb over his nipple, causing him to gasp. “Own me like you used to. Own me like we’ve only been apart for days, not years.”

I land on my feet when he stands abruptly. He shucks off his boxers, and my mouth waters at the sight of his long, engorged cock springing free.

“Lie back,” he rasps. His voice is all rich and husky.

I climb onto the bed and prop my head up against the pillows as he crawls over me. My eyes roll to the back when he licks a hot, wet stripe up my semi-hard cock, then straddles my chest.

I wish I could take a mental snapshot of how Jackson looks right now. All heavy-lidded eyes, swollen lips parted. His expansive chest rises and falls with his labored breathing, and his cock points proudly, only inches away from my mouth.

I look up at him from beneath my lashes and smirk. “Do you want something from me, Jax?”

“Yeah, I do. Open up.” He grips the base of his cock and angles it in the perfect position for me to lean my head forward and wrap my lips around him. I place my hands on his thighs, digging my thumbs into the solid muscle, and suck him deeper into my mouth. I keep my eyes fixed on him, watching his head tilt back on a moan. He rocks his hips slightly, and I relax my jaw and throat, taking him as deep as he wants to go.

“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling himself back. He shifts down my body until he can take my mouth in a heated kiss.

I can feel my cock thickening as he grinds himself against me, but I put it to the back of my mind, acceptingthat if it happens, it happens, but I’m in this moment, wholly.

“Roll over,” he demands when he finally pulls away. He gets off the bed, and I roll onto my front while he retrieves lube from his bag. He throws a leg over mine, then takes one of the pillows and slides it under my hips.

“Is that okay?”

I bite back a smile. “Yeah, it’s all good, Jax.”

He kisses the side of my head, then sits back on his haunches. I watch over my shoulder as he pours lube onto his fingers before he spreads my cheeks. He runs a lubed finger around my hole, and I shiver from my head to my toes.

“Holy shit,” I moan.

The sensation is heady. I haven’t been touched so intimately in such a long time. He works me open with his fingers, and my body melts into the mattress. I’m an incoherent, mumbling mess by the time he’s three fingers deep and stroking my prostate like a dream.

“Jax,” I say with a gasping breath.

“What is it, Cas? What do you need?”

“You. I need you.”

Without a word, he slips his fingers from inside me, and I whimper at the loss. I curl my arms around the pillow beneath my head, and the click of the lube bottle sounds throughout the otherwise silent room, along with the telltale rip of foil. Moments later, Jackson’s warm body blankets my back, his hot breath fanning against my ear. My eyes fall closed at the feel of his blunt cockhead pressing against my hole. He slowly inches inside of me, and we both moan in unison once he passes the first ring of muscle. Then withsmall, shallow thrusts, he sinks in further until his balls rest against my taint.

“Fuck,” I grunt, feeling fuller than I have in over a decade.

He’s always had the ability to make it feel like I’m levitating. To light up every single nerve ending in my body and make them sing.

He tucks his arms under mine and laces our fingers together. His cock grazes over my prostate with every thrust, and I moan into the pillow. The friction of my cock rubbing against the pillow sends electricity down my spine. Yeah, I might not be hard enough to pound nails into a wall, but this is the most alive I’ve felt in years. Even more alive than the time Jackson kissed me in Peyton’s bathroom.

“I want to hear you,” he whispers in my ear.

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