Page 9 of Devil and the Deep Blue Fish

“Patience, Counselor,” Jackson hummed, and Ellery leaned forward enough to lick a pink nipple.

“Haste, Detective,” he countered, and Jackson’s raw chuckle was enough to make Ellery grow hard in his briefs.

Jackson’s texting increased in pace, and Ellery made another foray down south, this time tracing along the join of Jackson’s thigh. Barely, just barely, he brushed the satiny skin of Jackson’s own thickening length, and Jackson shuddered, clearly enjoying the teasing very much.

Above him, Jackson sucked air in through his teeth before letting out a long, patient breath.

“One more minute,” he begged. “I’m telling Henry what to look for when Cowboy is talking. He needs a description of this Retty nightmare and anyone with a jacket. A few more seconds, please.”

Ellery hummed in response and contented himself stroking Jackson’s thigh with his fingertips, knowing this was important. Jackson’s fingers continued to fly on his keyboard, and then he stopped, reaching out for the lamp.

As he stretched, Ellery heard his phone vibrate one last time and grimaced as Jackson checked it.

“Heh heh heh heh….”

Oh wow. Jackson’sfilthiestlaugh.

A few more urgent taps and Jackson set the phone in the charger on the bed stand of the darkened room.

Then he tangled his fingers in Ellery’s hair.

“That was playing dirty,” he said, his voice strong and filled with a little bit of sexy evil.

“What are you going to do about it?” Ellery asked breathlessly. He threw his leg over Jackson’s and undulated against his hip, letting Jackson feel his arousal, his need.

Jackson tugged gently on his hair, which he’d wet-combed when he’d changed for dinner, leaving the strands only a little stiff as they dried. Now Jackson cradled the back of his head, turning his face up and leaving him open for a ravaging, urgent kiss.

“This,” he muttered, before catching Ellery’s lower lip between his teeth and nipping.

Ellery let out a breathy gasp, arching his hips harder.

“And this,” Jackson promised, rolling them both so Ellery was on his back and Jackson lay between his thighs. Ellery’s knees were splayed, opening him up for predation, and he was so ready to be devoured.

Jackson didn’t disappoint. He moved his hungry kisses down Ellery’s jaw, down the hollow of his throat, down his chest. He stopped to nip and tug and lave first one nipple, then the other, and Ellery grabbed his shoulders with hard fingers and held on with all he had.

The thing about trusting your lover with his own health, his own sanity, he thought hazily, was that you could trust him to take care of your needs too.

Ellery had powerful needs, and he’d never been shy about advocating for his own pleasure.

Jackson’s firm mouth on his cock told him Jackson was up for the job.

“Ah, God, yes….” It was Ellery’s turn to tangle his fingers in Jackson’s dark blond hair, anchoring himself to the here and now so he didn’t flail when Jackson used one hand to squeeze his base as he sucked.

Hard strokes, with playful flicks of the tongue, left Ellery moaning, thrusting into the back of Jackson’s throat, widening his thighs to give Jackson access to the cleft between.

Jackson’s chuckle against Ellery’s cockhead drove him even higher, and then—oh hells, he’d gotten the lube from under the pillow while Ellery had been otherwise occupied. Two fingers, unapologetic and in a bit of a hurry, breached him, and he moaned, a begging sound, beseeching Jackson to raise himself up and thrust inside.

Jackson sucked hard along his shaft, squeezing Ellery’s bell with his lips before pulling off with a pop. “You want something?” he asked slyly, and Ellery could feel him humping the bed with his own sense of urgency.

“Could you…?” He was beyond dignity. With Jackson, dignity was never a thing. There was wanting, needing,pleading,but no dignity.

Dignity was for people who could afford to lose each other, and Ellery refused to lose Jackson, even for a night in bed.

“Yeah?” Jackson blew a cool breath across Ellery’s damp slit, and Ellery released his head to pound at the mattress.

“Please!” he begged. “Please, Jackson,fuck me—oh God, yes!”

Their bodies knew one another now, and Jackson drove himself up, then spent a moment testing the entrance, making sure the stretching had been enough.

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