Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
23
Jackson
Jesus, he makes me out of my fucking mind, crazy. Now that I’ve had him, I want my hands on him all the time.
He groans into my kiss as I carry him to his room. His hands knot into the back of my hair as he moves against me. Even through our clothes, I feel the heat radiating off him. When we reach our destination, I lay Derek over the side of the bed, going with him. “I want to wreck you…devour you…” I tell him before nipping at his earlobe.
“Please…God yes. I want that too.”
I look down at him, at those blue eyes of his that are such a fucking contradiction—confident and fun-loving, but jaded too. Like he doesn’t expect anyone to do right by him, like he’s waiting to be that penguin who has someone he loves leave him. It makes me want to take him and lock him away, keep him safe so he won’t ever know pain.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, cocking his head.
I didn’t know I was looking at him any particular way but instead of saying that, I reply, “Because I like you. Because I want you so damn much.”
“I want and like you too. Now can we get to the wrecking and devouring?” he asks and I laugh.
I nuzzle my face in his neck, chuckling. “You make me so fucking crazy.” He’s fun. I enjoy myself with him in ways I haven’t in a long time—maybe ever. My worries feel a whole lot smaller around him.
“Good.”
I lean up, lift his hands over his head, and then drag his shirt up his body. Derek arches perfectly as I pull it off, his slender, smaller body so fucking gorgeous beneath me. “Daddy wants to play with his boy,” I tell him, brushing my thumbs over his little brown nipples and watching him tremble. Speaking to him like that feels right. Like I’ve been doing it all my life or been waiting to.
“Daddy’s boy wants dick.” He gives me a cocky Derek-grin.
“He’ll get it.” I drop down to my knees, unbutton and unzip his shorts before pulling them and his tight baby blue trunks off. When they get to his knees, I lean back, so I can get them off, before settling between his thighs again.
I palm his tight ball sac. “Mmm. Already look like they want to let loose.” I lean forward, nudge them with my nose before lashing at them with my tongue. His skin smells like salt and musk and damned if it doesn’t make my dick throb.
“Oh fuck.” Derek arches off the bed.
I want to explore every part of him—make up for lost time, but my dick is hard as stone, aching to sink between those tight cheeks of his.
“I just want a little taste and then I’ll get on with it,” I tell him.
“Yessss,” Derek replies as I drag my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. I want to know what it’s like to take him deep. Feel him hit the back of my throat.
I suck the head, feel him shudder, making me smile around his cock. Lowering my mouth, I suck him, gagging slightly.
“Looks like someone needs to work on his gag reflex,” Derek teases. “I’ll give you some tips on that later.”
“Cocky little shit.” I try again, savoring the salty taste of his skin before pushing to my feet. As much as I want to continue exploring him, teasing and playing with him for hours, I think we both need each other too much for that right now. “Get my pants,” I tell Derek as I pull my shirt over my head. He sits up, his fingers deftly working my pants until he’s pulling them and my underwear down my legs.
“My turn,” he says, the little fucker. I know exactly what he’s trying to do. I moan when he expertly pulls me to the back of his throat, swallowing around my cock so his throat muscles work me. My hand tightens in his hair, and I pull, make it sting to give him the roughness we both want.
“Jesus, you’re fucking good at this,” I tell him. He pulls off, swirls his tongue around the head before expertly swallowing me down again.
“I know.”
I pull tighter on his hair, so his head tilts up. “You’re being a very bad boy.”
“Teach me a lesson.” My dick throbs in response. Derek lifts a hand, rubs it through the hair on my chest. “Mmm. Hurry, Daddy. I want to feel you,” he says and then lashes his tongue over my shoulder. “I’ve been wanting to taste your freckles. They’re hot.”
My body temperature shoots up about a million degrees.
I let his hair loose, lift him, and drop him back to the bed on his stomach. I love the way I can toss him around. The way he trusts me to take care of him and not hurt him.