I drag my hand from base to tip, my thumb rubbing across the crown, collecting a drop of my favorite drink.

  I bring that liquid pleasure to my lips, tasting it, and my head goes hazy with lust. I can’t be bothered with taking him to the bed. I drop to my knees right here.

  Stone lets his head fall back against the wall, grabs my face, and says, “You’ve been promising me something for a while, Jackson. Give it to me now.”

  I intend to show him I’m a rock star too.

  Because that’s how I give blow jobs—like a rock star.

  20

  Stone

  Yes.

  Hell yes.

  Hell to the motherfucking yes.

  All my rules, all my reasons have vacated the premises. They fell by the wayside the second I threw down my offer.

  I don’t care about anything right now except this fevered, frenzied dream.

  That’s all it can be, a sexy, filthy fantasy, but I’m living it in this moment.

  Jackson Pearce is shirtless, on his knees, his hand on my dick, his lips wrapped around the crown as I feed him my cock.

  He groans savagely as he draws me into paradise. The sound of his desire makes my dick harder, makes me thicker in his warm, lush mouth.

  One hand of his slides up my thigh to play with my balls. The other squeezes the base of my cock while his sinful, filthy mouth takes me deep, so damn deep I am lodged in the back of his throat, and it is heaven on earth.

  My hands coil around his head, gripping his skull.

  “Fuck me, J. You’re a god with that tongue. Those lips.”

  His eyes spark with mischief. He spirals his tongue along my shaft, showing off, showing what he can do to me.

  He can drive me wild with desire.

  With that tongue that lavishes wicked praise on my shaft.

  With those lips that hug my dick so deliciously.

  With that hand that curls so tight.

  Pleasure zips through my body, rippling through every single cell as he flicks that wicked tongue along my dick.

  “You’re a man of your word,” I rasp, as I pump into his mouth. “You do love sucking cock.”

  Jackson lets go of me, his eyes locking with mine as he licks the head. “I do. But I really love sucking your cock. So . . .” He licks a line up my shaft. “Damn.” He kisses the tip. “Much.”

  I shake with desire, with the prospect of a climax on the horizon.

  He drags those confident lips down my length once again, taking me all the way back home.

  Moaning, I grip my hands tight around his head as pleasure barrels through my body, cruising up and down my spine. “J, you’re a wet dream.” I thrust into his mouth, unable to hold back as lust pounds in my cells. “God, yes. I want to fuck your mouth hard. Watch you swallow my come.”

  He growls against my dick, his hands snaking around to my ass, those big palms curling over my cheeks and squeezing. Gripping hard.

  Holy shit.

  This is insane. Intense. Mind-bending.

  This is an otherworldly blow job. This is a devouring of my cock. He is worshipping my dick, and I’m having an out-of-body experience.

  My thighs are shaking. My knees are wobbling. My body is on the edge of everything.

  He hauls me in deeper, his mouth melding to my shaft as he mercilessly sucks me.

  Pleasure sizzles along my skin as his hands slide lower, then lower still, till one rogue finger presses against my ass.

  “Yes,” I rasp out. I thrust harder into his mouth.

  He pushes farther, just an inch or two, then crooks it inside me.

  And I become fireworks and dynamite.

  I am the explosion on the Fourth of July. I am crackling and burning as he pushes that finger in me and sucks me to the root.

  The world blurs into bliss as I shoot into his mouth. A red-hot haze consumes my body.

  I pant.

  I moan.

  I grunt.

  Seconds later, he lets go of my dick, rises, and presses those lips to mine.

  So tender and lush.

  And filthy too, as I taste myself on him. He slides his lips over mine, making sure we’re sharing the aftereffects of me coming hard in his mouth. And the fire in me roars higher with the promise of so much more decadence tonight.

  Jackson brushes his lips across my jaw, my cheek, traveling to my ear. “How do you want me next?”

  My breath catches because he is both relentlessly dominating and ridiculously thoughtful.

  I shudder, knowing the answer. I’ve known it for months. My lips curve up in a grin. “But I thought you liked to set the rules?”

  He slides a hand down my cheek. “I’m going to fuck you, Stone. That’s the only rule I have. Tell me what position is best for you, because that’s all I want—to make it so damn good for you when I’m inside you.” His hazel eyes are savage and heated. “That is all I need.”

  I take his hand, bring him to the second bedroom, and then gesture to the windows.

  “You see those?”

  “I do.”

  I bring my mouth to his ear, and I whisper, telling him exactly what I want him to do to me.

  21

  Jackson

  This man.

  My God.

  He flops down on the edge of the bed, crooks his finger, and beckons me. “Let me undress you.”

  I step closer, sparks sizzling across my skin. He reaches his hands forward, unclicking my belt. “This is Christmas.”

  I smile. “But you’ve already unwrapped me once, Stone.”

  He shakes his head. “Not like this,” he says, all hot and bothered. “Not when I get to feel you in me after.”

  He undoes the belt like it’s a striptease. His nimble fingers unsnap the button on my pants as I run my hand through his still-damp hair. “You tasted so good, Stone,” I say, savoring the memory of him on my tongue. “Like my fantasies.”

  “And you’re mine,” he says as he unzips my pants.

  I toe off my shoes, pull off my socks, and he pushes my pants down to the floor. I stand before him in nothing but black boxer-briefs.

  Stone wears a wicked grin as he stares at the outline of my erection. Then up at my eyes.

  “What?” I ask, since he’s looking all cheeky.

  “I turn you on.” He drags his palm along the outline of my hard-on, stopping at the wet spot on my briefs.

  I hiss. Grab his head. “Yes,” I seethe. “You make my dick leak. Yes, I’m fucking dripping from sucking you off because I love sucking your cock. Now take off my briefs, slide all that pre-come up and down my shaft, and lick it off.”

  “Hell yes,” he says, and practically rips off my boxer-briefs.

  Stone groans so loud I swear it echoes around the room.

  Dipping his face forward, he draws his tongue over the tip of my dick and licks off my arousal, humming as he goes. I swear he’s singing a song. He’s writing new lyrics. He’s playing chords in his mind as he licks and kisses and swirls. Lust cascades down my spine as he adores my cock with his lips and tongue.

  Settling my hand on his cheek, I stop him. I love his mouth on me, but I need more than mouths tonight.

  I need bodies.

  I slide one hand under his ass, move him up on the bed, and climb over him. Straddling him, I stretch my arm to reach for the lube on the nightstand and drizzle some on my fingers. “Now, answer this question, Stone. Why do you love telling me you turn me on? You think I don’t know what you do to me?”

  He stares up at me, filthy intent in his eyes. “Because I’m a high-tension wire with you. Because I feel like my bones are vibrating when I’m around you. The fact that it’s maybe one-tenth the same for you thrills me.”

  “Not one-tenth. I guarantee you that. It’s the same for me.” I grip my dick, steel in my hand. “You do this,” I say, rasping as I stroke my shaft, showing him how he affects me. Letting go of my cock, I bend closer, bracing myself on my forearms. I lick his neck, making my way to his ear, biting it. He turns his head to the side, writhing underneath me, his mouth falling open, letting out a lush, gorgeous pant. “You make me bend all my rules,” I whisper harshly. “You make me break them. So, you really want me to tell you what you do to me?”

  Desire is written all over his face. Moaning, he thrusts his hips against me. “I do, J. I do, so much.”

  “I’ll show you. Then I’ll tell you.” I move down Stone’s body, exploring him with my hands. I run my palms across his chest, over his pecs, my fingers traveling through the hair on his chest, making their way to the grooves of his abs. He shivers with every touch as I play with the ridges of his stomach, as I trace his tattoos, as I draw lines around the stars on his hips with my tongue. He moans as my hands and lips discover his skin, finding the places he loves being touched the most. I raise my head, locking eyes with him. “Do you get it now?”

  “I do, but words help.” It comes out like begging.

  I reward his plea with words and deeds.

  Wrapping my hand around his pulsing shaft, I give him a nice, long stroke, drawing out a wild moan from the man I’m going to fuck. “In a few minutes, I’m going to put you on your hands and knees and ruin you. I’m going to slide my cock in your body, take your dick in my hand, and own your pleasure.” I bring my face to his chest and lick a path between his pecs, up to his Adam’s apple, and over to his jaw, biting. “That’s how much you turn me on—more than I’ve ever been aroused before.”

  His eyes shine with oceans of lust. “Ruin me. Ruin me now.”

  “Need to get you ready for me. Open you up.” I kneel between his legs again, nudging them apart. I put more lube on my fingers and push one in him. He thrusts down against me right away. Seeking me out. Hunting for pleasure. I add another finger. More lube. A third finger. He arches, asking for more.

  His hands shoot into his hair, dragging roughly through the strands. “Yes,” he grunts. “Get me loose for you. I’ve got a nice, big cock coming my way.”

  I grin, loving his filthy mouth. “You’re so dirty. The things you say are insane.”

  “The things you do to me are insane.”

  I want nothing more than to deliver on all our filthy promises. But I need to make sure he can handle it. Make sure this isn’t all talk. I slow the pace of my fingers, taking my time. “You sure you’re ready for me?” I ask, my tone earnest. “I know I don’t have a starter cock.”

  He licks his lips, pushes up on his elbows, and stares wickedly at me. “Thank the Lord for that. Hallelujah. All my prayers have been answered.”

  I laugh. “I mean it. Do you want it slow and easy? I can do it missionary if that’s easier for you. Or we can spoon, and I can move behind you. I don’t have to fuck you hard. I can take it slow. You can ride me and set the pace.”

  Rolling his eyes, he points to the nightstand. “You think I can’t handle you? Open that drawer.”

  I ease my fingers out, lean over, and slide it open. “You’ve got a store in there.”

  Stone shrugs casually. “I bought a few.”

  “A few? You’ve got, like, ten dildos.”

  He holds up one hand showing five fingers. “Don’t shame me for having dildos.”

  I laugh. “No shame, bro. No shame at all.”

  I reach in, grabbing a long blue one. “Let’s get you ready,” I rasp out as I hand it to him. He brings it between his legs. Holds out the tip to me. I drizzle some lube on it. Turning it around, he presses the head against his ass.

  I tremble.

  The sight of this, of him playing with himself, is so fucking arousing.

  I can’t help it. I need to touch myself. I fist my cock as I watch him push the tip against his hole.

  “I used them a lot lately. I needed to practice,” he whispers in a filthy confession.

  “Say that again?” I’m not confused, but I do want to be absolutely clear.

  Stone pushes it in a little more, just the tip, and my cock twitches in my palm. “For you. I knew you were going to fuck me someday, and I needed to be ready for your magnificent cock.”

  I turn one hundred degrees of incendiary. “You prepped for me,” I say, amazed and even more turned on.

  “Had to get ready. Wanted to be able to take you. And I didn’t want you to go easy on me.”

  I join the party, wrapping my hand around his and pushing the dildo in a bit more. “Let’s just make sure, then. Make sure you can take me.”

  He grunts, lifting his ass, and I push the toy in another inch. His legs fall wide open. “Yessssss.”

  That one word lasts forever. It occupies a minute. It fills all the air in the city. It’s the sexiest permission ever.

  A tremor racks my entire body as I work the toy in a little farther, as he spreads a little wider, as he arches a little more hungrily.

  Gently, I ease it out of him, set it on the nightstand, and return to him, replacing the dildo with three fingers. He rocks down against me, seeking out my fingers as I take his cock in my other hand and stroke it.

  Stone murmurs, sighing and writhing, and it’s a beautiful sight. He’s so wound up with lust.

  From me. For me.

  “I practiced too,” I confess as I work my fingers in him.

  “Yeah? How?” he asks, all breathy.

  “Edging myself. So I can last for you.”

  His dick jerks in my hand. “That’s so hot—you jacking yourself off to me.”

  “Every night. Taking my time. Getting close, then stopping. Then doing it again. I want it to last. I want to please you so badly.”

  He rocks and thrusts with me, leaning his head back, parting his lips, then begging. Begging so beautifully. “Please fuck me now. I can’t wait any longer.”

  I rise, grab a condom from his drawer, and return to the bed.

  Stone’s sitting up. “Let me,” he says. He opens the foil, takes out the protection, and slides it down my shaft. I breathe hard at the contact. Taking the lube, he spreads more on me, and my cock jumps, eager to get to know all of him.

  I cup his face, run my thumb along his jaw, and breathe out one word. “Finally.”

  He stares greedily at my face as he lets go of my cock. “Tell me about it.”

  I point to the edge of the bed, where I want him. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

  Stone shifts, moving into position, his gaze swinging to the window, watching our reflection. “Gonna watch you the whole time, J. Gonna watch my fantasy—you pounding me.”

  “Do it,” I say as I move behind him, my entire being lit up by this gorgeous man getting on his hands and knees for me, offering me his sexy ass, his whole damn beautiful body, all long, fit, and toned.

  I press my palm on his lower back, sliding it along his spine, down between his shoulder blades, pushing him to his elbows. He moves with me. Responding to my direction.

  I return my hands to his ass, my fingers journeying over the musical notes, rubbing across them, then I spread him open. With one hand I grab the lube, drizzling a little more on him, down the crease, spreading it around with my thumb.

  Then I line up, holding my cock in one hand, pressing the head against his entrance.

  And I groan.

  It’s been nearly two years, and I’m about to fuck the man I’m dying to have.

  I grit my teeth because, I swear, no amount of edging can stem the onslaught of lust blasting through me. I ease in, working the head of my cock into his body, little by little.

  He moans, all soft and needy. “Feels so good.” Stone drops more onto his elbows, raises his ass, and gives me all the access I want, groaning like this is the best thing ever.

  Well, it is.

  I stare in the window at our reflection. It’s filthy and beautiful. Him lowered before me. Me entering him. My hands curled tight around his hips. His face blissed out. As I push a little farther, I sizzle.

  Electricity flickers everywhere.

  Sparks shoot across my skin.

  Stone pushes back against my cock, seeking out more of me.

  That.

  That move.

  It sends me spiraling. Pleasure whips through me.

  My throat is dry, my voice is a husk. “You got me now?”

  “Give me more,” he moans.

  “God, you’re incredible,” I say as I sink deeper and my skin crackles, my bones sizzle. Pleasure throbs everywhere.

  He takes me in. All that practice paid off. He’s so ready for me. So open.

  This is like riding a bike, but worlds better, galaxies better, as I bottom out in the man I’ve wanted for months, as my cock fills his body so deliciously, disappearing all the way inside him.

  Where I want to be.

  I tremble when I’m fully seated, savoring the hot, tight grip of him.

  I close my eyes. I need a moment because this is . . . nirvana.

  This is it.

  I breathe, letting air fill my lungs, letting it carry bliss through every pore in my body. My fingers grip his cheeks so tight as he thrusts back against me. When I open my eyes, I catch sight of our reflection.

  “Look at us,” I whisper reverently, mesmerized as I curl my body over his, my chest inches from his back, one palm braced on the bed. I slide my other hand under him, gripping his thick shaft in my hand.

  The sound he makes is carnal.

  “Yes,” he moans as I stroke him.

  “Just look at us,” I say again, staring at the filthy sight.

  Stone meets my eyes in the dark glass, all of Vegas before us.

  “You’re a fucking beast,” he rasps, watching as I move in him, as I find a rhythm.

  Not too fast. Not too slow. Just enough that I can keep close to him, my chest to his back, my hand working his cock.

  I thrust into him like that for a few delicious minutes, our bodies tangled together, our breaths coming faster.

  But soon, the pleasure kicks up. Wild sensations spin through me, a tornado of lust. It rips inside me, and I embrace it—the feel, the pull, the intensity.