Page 62 of Power Forward

“They go to sleep okay?” he asks, tilting his head to look at me. His hands are covered in juice from the strawberries.And when he raises his hand and sucks his thumb between his lips, my eyes zero in on his mouth.

Is he trying to kill me?

“Yeah,” I say absentmindedly and stalk toward him. I take hold of his wrist, bring his hand to my mouth, and suck each of his fingers into my mouth one by one.

“Jackson.” His breath hitches, and a visible shiver travels down his body.

Our eyes lock in a heated stare. I swirl my tongue around the tip of one finger, loving the fruity taste and the taste ofhim. His lips part on a shaky breath, and his eyes flutter closed.

With his wrist still in my grip, I pull his finger from my mouth, then duck my head to his neck. I run my nose along his throat, then flick my tongue over his pulse. A low moan escapes him as he tilts his head back.

I trail open-mouthed kisses up his neck, grazing my teeth over his jaw before taking his lips. His moan is muffled when I slide my tongue into his mouth. He tastes like strawberries and a hint of the whiskey I poured him at dinner. My cock thickens in my briefs at the sound of his low mewls.

“How about we put those in a bowl and head up to my room?” I murmur against his lips.

He gives a jerky nod. I let go of his wrist, and he hastily tosses the strawberries into a bowl with shaky hands, causing some to bounce out of the bowl.

“Cas,” I say softly. I step up behind him, curving my hands around his hips and kissing the back of his neck. “There’s no rush.”

“What if they wake up?” he whispers.

“They won’t. They’re out for the count. We’ve got a few hours at least.”

He presses back into me, pushing his ass against my groin. “Then take me upstairs, Jax.”

We pick up the bowl of strawberries, and I fetch the leftover melted chocolate. I let Hayden head up the stairs first, admiring the way my sweatpants stretch over his ass. When we’re in my room, I lock the door and flick on the bedside lamp. I had already closed the curtains earlier, so I waste no time pulling my sweater off and tossing it onto the floor. Next goes my jeans, then my socks. Hayden watches me under hooded eyes the entire time.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, voice slightly raspy.

“I’m thinking—” I take a step closer and twirl my finger through the drawstrings on his sweatpants and pull him toward me. “That I do some coloring of my own.” I close the gap between us and nip his bottom lip. “Take off your clothes, Cas. Let me see your sexy-as-fuck body.”

He shudders and shoves the bowls at me. I take them willingly. He removes his clothes with trembling hands. I let out a hot breath when I see his cock is fuller than normal. He’s not fully hard, but he’s harder. I’ve had to remind him a million times since that first night that him getting an erection isn’t my goal when we get naked. My goal is for him to feel immense pleasure and enjoy himself, and so far, I’ve succeeded.

I place the bowls on my bedside table. The strawberries are so juicy there’s a pool of juice at the bottom of the bowl. I glance at my white bedsheets, then head into the bathroom. Grabbing a towel, I lay it on top of the duvet.

“Lie down. On your back,” I demand.

With a smirk, he presses a knee on the bed, then lies flat on the towel. I waste no time straddling his thighs, then hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Searching his eyes for approval, he gives a subtle nod. I toss his boxers on the floor and bend down. I run my nose along the underside of his shaft, inhaling his musky scent, and brush my lips over his tip.

“Fuuuck,” Hayden hisses. His hand grips my hair as his hips arch off the bed.

I make my way back down, nuzzling his sac before sucking one of his balls into my mouth. I give the other a hearty suck, then lick a path up his semi-hard shaft until I reach the tip. I wrap my lips around him, bringing him into my mouth. He bites down on his fist and thrusts his hips up. It’s easier to take him deep because he’s not fully erect, and I don’t pay no mind to the fact he’s not getting any harder. But that’s okay because the way he’s writhing and moaning beneath me tells me he’s feeling every ounce of pleasure.

After several minutes of reveling in the taste of him and the feel of him on my tongue, I release him with a pop. He’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling quickly as he catches his breath. I kiss him, deep and hard, before reaching over to grab one of the strawberries. His chest is covered in delicate linework, and I start by tracing the outer edges with the berry, leaving a trail of juice.

“Ho-ly shit,” Hayden gasps, watching me with dark eyes.

My lips tip in a smirk. When I’m done with the outline, I take a bite out of the end, causing the berry to drip with juice, and begin to fill in the rest. I do the same with a fewother tattoos, then bend down and lick the strawberry juice from his skin in slow, teasing sweeps of my tongue.

“Fucking hell, Jax.” He shudders beneath me.

I work my way down his torso to the top of his thighs, alternating between using the strawberries and melted chocolate. I shift so I’m lying on my stomach. He spreads his legs, making room for my wide shoulders. The move gives me a perfect view of his hole, and the need to be inside him becomes a desperation.

Bringing my fingers to his mouth with my free hand, I rasp, “Suck. Get them nice and wet.”

He sucks three fingers into his mouth, and I stifle a moan. While he’s sucking and working my fingers with his tongue, I run the strawberry over his thigh, drawing over one of his tattoos with the berry before licking the juice with my tongue.

He releases my fingers with a hot gasp. “I’m ready.”

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