Chapter 180: What a good day.
Chapter 179
Jack
I wipe my hair and look around the room.
"Sunshine isn’t here?"
"Uh, he’s still with Lanny." Nolan is sitting at the table, staring at his laptop screen. His shoulders are tense.
What’s with him?
I hang the towel in the bathroom, pull on a pair of pants, and sit on the edge of the bed.
Well. Since we’re alone, maybe I could cop a feel of my doggy?
I whistle.
He glares at me. Sharp.
He looks like he wants to bite my ear off. His eyes narrow. His lips press together. For a moment, I think he’s going to tell me to fuck off.
Then he gets up.
Walks toward me.
Straddles me.
His weight settles across my thighs. His hands land on my shoulders. His face is inches from mine—close enough that I can see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes, the way his pulse flutters in his throat.
"Well," I say, "that was easy."
"Don’t push it."
I grin.
I run my hands along his thighs—his muscular thighs, solid and warm under my palms. I can feel the tension in them, the way his muscles flex beneath my touch.
I look at him.
Not at his face. At his chest. His nipples are peaked, hard, pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt. Begging for attention.
"So what’s going on?" I ask, eyes still fixed on his chest.
"What do you mean?" His voice is careful. Guarded.
"Well, you’re nervous. Or anxious." I circle my thumbs on his inner thighs. "What’s going on?"
He shifts in my lap. "I’m not nervous."
I glance up. "Your hands are shaking."
He looks down at his hands. They’re not shaking. But he checks anyway.
I laugh.
"I hate you," he says.
"Uh huh." I pull him closer, until his chest is flush against mine.
"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me."
It’s almost a growl. It’s also so attractive.I do as I’m told, though. I lean forward and kiss him.
His lips part under mine. His breath hitches. And then—
He makes that little whimper sound. The one Ciel and I have had long, in-depth discussions about. The one that lives rent-free in my head.
He kisses me back.
I stand up with Nolan in my arms.
He’s surprised—a sharp intake of breath, a startled grab at my shoulders. His legs wrap around my waist instinctively.
Well, this is why I work out.( And Nolan scares me, if I slack off, I might end up the bottom.)
What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t carry my lover in cases of emergency?
And sex.
Mostly sex.
I throw him on the bed.
He bounces once. Twice. His hair fans out against the pillows. His chest is heaving. His eyes are wide.
The towel he was wearing comes undone.
No wonder he came so easily.
Like a good boy.
He had his plans.
I look down at him. At the flush spreading across his chest. At the hard length of him, already leaking, already ready.
"Well, well," I say.
"Shut up."
"I’m not complaining." I shove my pants down, kicking them off the bed. "In fact, I’m very happy right now."
I crawl onto the mattress, settling between his thighs. His skin is warm. His legs part to make room for me.
"How much time do you think we have before Sunshine comes back?" I ask, trailing my fingers up his inner thigh. "Or he can join? I don’t mind, really."
He mumbles something.
"What?"
"I said he’s not coming tonight, dammit." He snaps.
I pause.
My hand stills on his thigh.
"Oh?"
He looks away. Embarrassed. His ears are red. His jaw is tight. He’s so cute sometimes.
He’s got the best reactions too.
"So what did you and your soulmate agree on?" I move my hand up his thigh, to his waist, then his chest, I squeeze his chest unable to stop my smile.
"The whole night," he grumbles.
"Hmmmnn." I squeeze his chest again. His breath hitches. His nipples are hard under my thumbs.
"I’m just used as a stud by these two best friends," I say sadly. Dramatically. "Used for my body. Objectified. No one cares about my feelings."
"You’re not funny."
"I’m hilarious."
I grin. Lean down. Kiss the corner of his mouth.
"You love me."
He doesn’t say yes.
But he doesn’t say no.
Good enough for me.
Shifting my weight, I press my hips down, grinding our bare erections together.
His hands fly from my shoulders to my biceps, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.
"Jack," he grits out.
"Patience, my little doggy," I murmur, lowering my head again. This time, I don’t go for his lips. I trail open-mouthed kisses down his throat.
He tilts his head back, a silent offering, and I take it. I bite down on his neck hard enough to make him arch his back, a strangled sound caught in his throat.
I love his sounds. The little whimpers, the sharp intakes of breath, the way he tries to hold back but can’t.
He’s still too calm, I don’t like it so I bite his shoulder really, really hard this time.
He retaliates by yanking my hair, the sharp sting at my scalp only making my dick throb against his.
I love this.
The fight.
The way he tries to hold onto his pride while his body betrays him.
His legs tighten around my waist, pulling me closer, a silent demand for more.
He loves it too.
I can feel it. The way his hips roll up to meet mine. The way his fingers dig into my shoulders. The way his heart pounds against my chest.
I shift again, settling more firmly between his legs. I press our foreheads together, our breaths mingling in the heated space between us.
"Look at you," I breathe, my voice rough.
"Already a mess."
He wants to respond but I stop him with a kiss, a clash of teeth and tongues, a desperate, hungry kiss.
I thrust my hips against him in a brutal rhythm, our cocks sliding together, slick with pre-come.
I can feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his muscles are tightening, his breathing growing more ragged.
The thought that I can bring him to the edge like this, just from kissing and grinding, is intoxicating.
"Come for me, Doggy," I urge against his mouth.
He lets out a choked sob, his body tensing, and then he’s shuddering beneath me, spilling himself between us in hot, wet pulses.
The feel of it, the sight of his face twisted in ecstasy, is all it takes to push me over the edge.
I follow him with a groan, my own release crashing through me, leaving me breathless and boneless.
What a good day. A perfect way to end the day.