Right now, he’s relaxed. Like all his worries and cares have disappeared. There’s a softness in his expression I’ve never seen before and a throbbing hardness in my mouth that ignites me, pushes me to take him all the way, to take the pleasure he’s feeling now and amplify it a thousand times.
And this time, I want to see Jackson Hunter come undone.
I fall into a rhythm, deep-throating him in long, even strokes, keeping one hand pressed firmly into his abdomen, the other cupping his heavy balls, gently knocking them from time to time, eliciting the sweetest, filthiest groans from him every time I do.
“I want a turn,” Jackson murmurs hoarsely, lifting his head.
With my eyes glued to his, I tell him, “I’m not ready to stop tasting you,” before lapping at the underside of his cock. It drove him wild in the field before, and yep, it has the same effect now.
His eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck, that’s so good. On second thought, I don’t want you to stop either.”
“I have an idea.” I swing my legs onto the bed and curl his body into mine. “There,” I say with a satisfied smile as my shaft lines up with Jackson’s face. “A little sixty-nining never hurt anyone, right?”
He smiles, shaking his head. “Thought I told you to shut up.”
I tap my temple, murmur, “Yes, sir,” and get back to sucking his cock. Except this time, he’s doing the same to me. Heat surges through my core, rippling out in every direction as he takes me into his mouth.
Groans and the sounds of two dudes sucking each other off wrap around us, thick and all-consuming. I don’t know about him, but I’m getting close, my balls tingling with early signs of imminent release.
Not on my fucking watch.
We’re only just getting started.
I pull myself off his dick and spit into my hand, trailing my fingers past his balls and down his taint, coming to a rest whenI reach his hole. He gasps around my cock as I casually tap a saliva-slicked digit against his entrance a few times.
“This okay?”
“Mmmph,” he hums, and the vibration shoots up my spine, lifting the hairs on the back of my neck.
“What about this?”
I slip the top part of my middle finger, up to the first knuckle, into him.
“Mphhh-uhh.” His moan is guttural, accompanied by quick, vigorous bobs of his head, and my cock is now addicted to asking him questions.
I keep my pace slow as I push a full finger into him, then add another one. For three, though, I’m going to need more than saliva.
“Don’t move,” I say, and Jackson stills. With me buried to the hilt in his mouth. “Okay, move a little. I need to get something.”
He pulls off me with a loud pop, and my body temperature instantly plummets about fifty degrees. I scramble off the bed and retrieve supplies from where someone conveniently tucked them into the hidden pocket inside my suitcase. I leap back onto the bed. “They thought of everything.”
Jackson doesn’t reply straightaway, squinting like he can’t make out what I’m holding. Maybe it’s still too dark in here for him.
“The essentials. Lube and condoms,” I say.
“Oh yeah. Right, of course.” A pause. Then: “I do not want to think about who packed that for us.”
“Neither do I. So let’s not.” I slide back into position. “Is my dick a good enough distraction for you?”
He smirks. “It’ll do.”
He starts going down on me again as I continue opening up his hole, sliding three lubed fingers in and out until I’m satisfied he’s adequately stretched.
I wriggle around until I’m on my knees, my huge cock jutting out proudly over his chest. “Ready for more?” I ask, reaching for the packet of condoms and pulling one out, waving it nice and close in front of him so there’s no way he can’t see it.
“I am.”
“Cool.” I roll the condom over my swollen cock and line up against his body, lifting one leg at a time, resting the backs of his calves against my shoulders.
