Owning It (Metropolis #3)(49)

When he pushes deep, getting that whole cock in me, I feel an eruption of sensation as he stimulates me in all the right places.

"God, Jackson, that feels so good. Oh my God, I've needed this since the day we fucking met."

He doesn't know how much I've needed him to satisfy this aching part of me.

He releases my face and grabs my legs, guiding me back as he steps off the side of the bed.

He pulls my legs off the mattress, and I rest my feet on the floor.

He fucks me slowly.

"My safe word is gently," I tease.

He chuckles. "I bet." And then he drills my ass, grabbing my sides as he fucks me good, sending ripples of excitement soaring through my body, racing through my veins.

My stiff cock leaks onto the mattress.

"Holy fucking shit, Jackson. Oh my fucking God. Yes! Fucking yes. Give it to me just like that."

He can't know what he's doing to my prostate right now. And he doesn't hold back. It's like he's unleashing every pent-up sexual frustration he's ever felt on my eager hole.

He leans down and hooks his arms under mine before lifting me upright.

My cock jerks about as he continues fucking me, getting deeper, which makes me call out his name, scream it out because damn, that just feels so good.

He lifts me, his cock still jammed in my hole, before he sets me down beside the wall by his nightstand, pushing me forward. I lift my arms, resting them against the wall as he takes me from behind.

He makes me feel fucking weightless. Like I'm a blow-up doll that he's using to satisfy his greedy impulses.

With each thrust he offers, I greet him with my own push back, our rhythm so in sync, the way I knew it would be from the chemistry we shared the other night.

It's that way with some guys-somehow you know it's going to be good. But I couldn't have imagined it was going to be this good.

He lifts one of my legs, and I brace myself against the wall while he slams his cock against my prostate.

He grunts a deep, guttural sound I've never heard him make before.

I feel like I've unleashed this sexual monster that just needs me to please it. And I'm just the guy for the job.

He leans close and whispers in my ear, "Yeah, it's basically my first time." I can hear the playfulness in his tone, and I'd laugh if this didn't feel so good, so instead, all I can do is moan out.

"Jackson, you feel amazing."

"So do you."

The validation feels so satisfying.

He fucks me like this until sweat runs down my face, and I'm panting, nearly breathless.

He pulls out and, wrapping one arm under my legs and the other behind my back, he lifts me and tosses me back onto the bed before crawling after me. 

I kick my legs in the air, allowing him easy entry as he gets that cock back where it belongs-inside me.

"God, you don't know how much I've needed this, Jackson," I tell him. "How obsessed I've been with doing this."

"We're just getting started, Hurricane." He has a mischievous expression on his face before I realize why. Because soon, it's like I'm caught up in the sex Olympics … like he needs to try this every way … explore my bottom from every angle. He keeps tossing me around and taking what's his, each position taking me higher, the pressure driving me crazy, building and building to the point where I'm worried if I touch myself, I'm gonna blow.

Sweat runs down my forehead as Jackson has me pressed against the headboard. His fingers run through my hair, then across my face before he sticks them into my mouth.

I lick up the salty taste.

He leans down so his chest is flush against my back and whispers in my ear, "You want to come riding it?" he asks.

"Yes, please." As the words escape my lips, I hear the need in them. The hunger. The desire.

"Beg for it. Ask your daddy like a good boy."

"God, just don't talk like that because I'm going to fucking shoot."

"Say it."

"Daddy, please let me ride it."

He wraps his arms around me and rolls back onto the bed, taking me with him, his cock still buried deep inside my ass. He fucks me from underneath, and I lie stretched out on top of him, my arms on either side of me as I grip the sheets.

"You'd better blow before I come then," he warns, not stopping and really, me not wanting him to stop but I force myself to slide off his cock. My legs tremble as I straddle him and descend onto that dick of his.

He's glistening with sweat. We both are, I'm sure. His lips are curled upward, revealing just how much he's enjoyed this fucking.

As I get him back in good, he takes me, his hands sliding across my flesh as we give each other what we've both wanted since we started talking.

He grips my shaft and strokes vigorously.

"Goddammit!" I shout because the whole reason I wasn't jerking off was because I didn't want to come too soon. Something that's never been a problem for me before, but with Jackson, it's like I'm right on the edge. Too close, and I'm terrified of slipping off and ruining this first time for both of us.