Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(100)

Red Jack pulled Loki closer and took his time kissing those beautiful lips. Just thinking about someone hurting Loki had Red Jack’s blood boiling. “If I died tomorrow, I’d die a happy man. There is nothing more you need to give me.” He knew it sounded both sappy and serious, but he didn’t care anymore.

Loki peeked at him and smiled, seemingly sharing the pleasant buzz of the afterglow with Jack. “Thank you. Nothing is an empty word with you.”

Red Jack gave him one more kiss. “Let me just get a bottle of something good and we’ll be ready for round two.”



*



Getting lavished with kisses by Loki was better than the weed Red Jack was slowly inhaling.

The coke mixed with ganja and tequila created an intoxicating cocktail that made his body limp and alert all at once. He looked at the gray ceiling above before lazily pushing the pillow underneath his head to see Loki better. His whole body was throbbing with excitement for each new kiss, lick, nip. Red Jack’s cock was already hard against his stomach, but he could still wait, eagerly receiving all the caresses that seemed to have gone on for hours already.

Each brush of skin and lips was like a new explosion of heat, only growing in intensity with time, and turning Red Jack into a sweaty, moaning mess. Loki’s hair swiped Red Jack’s stomach, and then his agile tongue slid over the crease in Red Jack’s armpit.

“Fuck, Loki… Am I better than a burger?” Red Jack chuckled at the tickles.

Loki bit into the base of Red Jack’s arm and laughed, trailing his lips over Red Jack’s pec. The nipple started tingling even before Loki closed his mouth around it and sucked. “Mhm...”

Red Jack raised his hips off the mattress with a groan. This was how he wanted to remember his life if things went to shit tomorrow. Licked up like a fucking lollipop, adored, high, and loved. His stomach muscles tensed like strings when Loki sent his hand lower, splaying it above Red Jack’s cock. His mouth on the other hand was going nowhere, too preoccupied with finding new freckles to kiss.

Even with tattoos covering Red Jack’s whole arms up to the knuckles, the plains of dark spots were still visible. Red Jack ran his fingers over Loki’s shoulder in return. The freedom of touching another man with gentleness was still so new that a shiver of pleasure went down Red Jack’s spine from just the simple caresses.

“Good?” whispered Loki, swirling his tongue into the dip between Red Jack’s collarbones. His body was radiating raw heat, and when they came closer, it felt like even the hairs on their skin tried to connect and pull them together, like they were a magnet and steel.

“No, you need to try harder.” Red Jack smiled at the ceiling and inhaled more weed.

“It’s never enough,” complained Loki, feigning frustration as he kissed his way up Red Jack’s neck, only to reach Red Jack’s mouth. He delved his tongue in, and in the same moment, his cockhead slid against Red Jack’s hip. It was difficult to say which one of them moaned louder.

Red Jack exhaled the smoke into Loki’s lips, and trailed his fingers along Loki’s spine, all the way to that well-fucked ass. They’d taken a shower in the meanwhile, but it was still soft and tender from earlier. Loki stirred his hips and put his elbows on both sides of Red Jack’s head, dotting his face with little kisses and licks. His face was permanently stretched into a smile, and just seeing that was so unexpectedly satisfying. Red Jack had always enjoyed pleasuring his partners, but this was something else, almost as if just being together was enough to give them both a rush.

He imagined that someone as mind-blowing as Loki would still find someone for those last few months if the club decided Red Jack needed to go meet the Reaper. Maybe Loki could find someone better than him. A sweet, caring boyfriend who would never hit him and make all of Loki’s worries go away. To forget Red Jack, Loki could leave the state. Go to some place like Montana, or Iowa, live in a cottage. Meet a hot ginger lumberjack with a beard that would remind Loki of Red Jack.

Unaware of what was going on in Red Jack’s mind, Loki grinned and shifted lower, suckling in the tip of Red Jack’s dick without warning.

“Fuck yes…” Red Jack moaned and took the last breath of smoke from his joint before putting it out on the cement floor.

Loki hummed around Red Jack’s cock and squeezed the base with his hand. His soft, tousled hair was setting Red Jack’s stomach on fire as the suction became wetter and more intense. That was what dreams were made of. But before Red Jack could enjoy his blow job to the fullest, Loki let the cock drop out of his mouth and moved even lower on the mattress. He briefly sucked on the sac and dove even lower, trailing his tongue behind the balls.