Owning It (Metropolis #3)(42)

My hands travel down his back as we make out like a couple of teenagers. When I get to the edge of what I'm assuming are pajama pants he lounges around the house in, I keep going, shoving them in so I can palm his ass cheeks again and wonder what it feels like to push my cock between them to take his hole.

"We're wearing way too many clothes," Derek says after pulling his mouth from mine. His fingers fumble with the button and zipper on my jeans. Once they're open, he leans up so I can lift my ass and then he starts to pull them down. The second my dick springs free he nearly fucking purrs. "I knew you'd have a fat cock. I'm gonna rock your world."

My pants reach mid-thigh and I sit back down, stopping him. "Yeah, I know you will. That's one of the reasons I'm not getting in your ass right now. I know when I have a taste of your hole, it's going to be a long time until I'm ready to get out of it. That's not what you need tonight."

"Huh?" Derek starts, "I thought-" But then I'm kissing him again, and he wraps his hand around my dick and starts to stroke. I already wanna blow. Want my come all over his hands and chest and face.

When my mouth slides down his neck, he asks, "Do you just want me to suck you? I can suck you."

My response is to growl at him. "You're doing it again. Don't make me stop."

I pull my hands out of his pants, lift him, and turn him so he's lying on his back, his body running the length of the couch. With one jerk of his pants, they slide down and I shove them to the floor. "You have a pretty cock," I tell him, running my finger from base to tip. It's long and slightly curved, his pubes very neatly trimmed down. "First one I ever touched that isn't my own."

"Do you know how hot that is?" he asks.

I wink at him. "Yeah, I'm sure it is. You get to show me how it's done, huh?" Before he can answer, I push my fingers into his mouth. Derek sucks them with skill, getting them nice and wet for me. I don't let myself look at his hole, see how small and pink it probably is because if I do, we won't leave his condo all fucking night.

Once he laps at my fingers until they're dripping with his spit, I pull them away, lean forward over the top of him, shove his shirt up so I can see his tight abs and firm chest before I take his sweet little mouth again, while my finger rubs his rim.



       
         
       
        

"Oh fuck." Derek's eyes roll back. "Please … please put them in me."

I push a finger deep, while my tongue pushes past his lips. My tongue fucks his mouth the way my finger fucks his ass. He's writhing against me and then his hand wraps around my dick. We're thrusting together and my balls are on fucking fire. It won't be long until they let loose.

I push my finger in again, feel the tight heat of his body.

"Right there. Right fucking there, Jackson. Rub my prostate. God, that feels good."

I thrust my cock against his. He wraps his hand around both of us, stroking us off together, as I brush my finger back and forth against the spot that drives him crazy, and then … "Fuck!" He goes rigid beneath me. I look down to see him shoot. Thick come splatters all over his stomach. I want mine there, mixing with his so I jerk away, stroke my cock over him until it feels like my whole damn body is coming apart.

My jizz shoots out, once, twice, hitting his stomach and chest, running into puddles with his.

I look down at him, and Derek gets a cocky, sexy grin on his face. "That was a big load. We're gonna have to keep doing that. Next time in my mouth please?" And then he smears his hand through it, mixing our come together and rubbing it into his skin.

Yeah, he definitely rocks my world.





18




Derek


Wow.

What the fuck just happened?

We didn't even have anal and that blew my mind more than any of the sex I've had in … ever. My head's swirling from the rush that overtook me when I came. I can't tell which was hotter … the situation or having him hitting my prostate just right.

It's amazing how Jackson took me from feeling so weak and exposed to making me feel so very good in such a short time. When he confronted me about Uncle Randy, he stirred up so many emotions within me-so many things I've carried on my own, and for a moment, he made me feel like I wasn't carrying that all by myself. The pain, the hurt, didn't sting the way it usually does.

After we settle from the experience, we head into my shower. Water rushes down Daddy Jackson's body as he lathers my pink soap into suds across his chest with my loofah.

He glances down at me, his lips still curled upward.