"Fat chance of that happening."
He moves closer, scanning me up and down.
"What did you have in mind for foreplay?" I ask.
He moves quickly, pushing up against me, his lips firmly against mine. He swaps places with me, guiding me into his bedroom. He nudges me back, wedging me between him and the wall adjacent to the door.
I slide my hands under his shirt, enjoying the feel of the hairs on his torso as much as I enjoy the sensation of his beard against my face.
He slides his tongue past my lips.
I undo his fly and he yanks down his jeans and underwear. They fall to the floor and he steps out of them. Squatting, he grips my legs in his arms, and I wrap my arms around his neck before he lifts me up effortlessly. One hundred twenty pounds has to be nothing to a guy like him. Since I know he can handle my weight, I lean back and grab my shirt by the hem, throwing it over my head.
His lips curl upward into a sneaky grin. I'm not sure why until he tosses me back onto his queen-sized bed.
"You keep tossing me around like that," I tell him as I kick off my shoes, "and we're not going to have any problems." I release a soft growl.
His eyes light up as he crawls onto the bed after me. "You growl like a dog, I'm going to make you bark like one, too."
"You're going to have to earn it, though," I tell him.
"I don't think that's going to be a problem."
He undoes the button on my jeans and hooks his fingers into the pockets.
I notice the condoms and lube are already on the nightstand by the bed as Jackson pulls my pants down my legs, revealing my pink jockstrap.
Now I'm the one wearing the sneaky grin. His head shifts slightly as he stares at my sexy underwear. His expression's turned serious, as though the underwear has triggered some sort of deep dark sexual impulse within him.
Well, at least, I sure as fuck hope that's what that look means.
I'm waiting for a joke or for him to give me a hard time about wearing it, but he just slides my jeans off, taking my socks with them like a fucking pro, reminding me that while I may only be his second partner, he's far from inexperienced.
He leans forward and plants his hands down on either side of me.
I start to make a joke about my jockstrap. "You didn't comment on my-"
"God, why do I always have to be the one to shut that adorable mouth of yours?"
I don't have time to react because his lips push against mine and his tongue slides right into my mouth, my tongue welcoming him eagerly as his hand gropes at my side, making its way lower and lower to the jockstrap.
I grab his shirt and pull it off over his head, and just as soon as I'm finished, his hands are right back on me, making it so I still don't have the chance to explore those freckles of his.
He kisses down my body to my cock and pulls it out of the jockstrap, licking and sucking. "Been wantin' to do this for a long time … have the taste of cock on my tongue."
I roll my head back as I rest on my elbows. "God, that feels so good."
"Tastes good too. I think I'm gonna be a natural at this." He removes the jockstrap before pressing on the back of my thighs and kissing his way down to my ass, licking … fucking torturing me with his tongue.
"Come on. I need that dick inside me," I tell him.
"Wanted to eat you out but I guess we have time for that later." He doesn't waste time grabbing the condom and lube, suiting up.
"You excited about your first anal experience?" I ask him.
His eyebrows push together. "First anal experience? You suggesting I never did this with Steph?" he asks as he lathers lube over the condom. "Just because I've only been with one person doesn't mean I haven't done a whole lot of playing."
"Oh, Daddy."
He grins, clearly pleased with how I underestimated him as he grabs my legs and flips me onto my stomach.
He pulls on my thighs until I'm on my knees.
Then he presses his hand on the back of my head and pushes it down against the mattress.
"Own me, Daddy."
He lines up the head of his dick with my hole and pushes in.
I'm pleased that he's practiced because he moves with the perfect combination of slow and fast, allowing me some time to let that fat cock of his inside me.
While he pushes in, he rubs a thumb across my face, which he's still holding to the bed, and I love this feeling, being dominated by him, being his little cumrag that he can do whatever he wants with … and to.
The things I want him to do to me right now, the ways I want him to own me-they feel wrong, but I've never minded things getting a little rough.