Page 41 of Jackson

Fuck, I needed to get him nakedpronto.

Keeping him against me with one arm, I used the other to shed my jacket and toss it onto the ground behind him. I laid him back down, keeping him half in my lap with his legs still wrapped around me.

I stroked my hands along his bare skin, touching him and teasing him as I went. Using both of my fingers, I pinched at his nipples, driving a small, surprised squeak out of him that had me chuckling against his mouth.

“Sensitive little thing, aren’t you,” I said, my voice low and husky. I trailed my lips along his jaw, tracing up to where the shell of his ear was. He shivered again when I nipped at it, taking the lobe into my mouth and flicking it a few times with my tongue.

“Jax,” he moaned.

God, I loved the sound of him saying my name like that.

“Want do you want, baby?” I asked, letting go and nuzzling my nose against the side of his face, inhaling his unique scent. I couldn’t fucking get enough of him. I need to touch and taste him as much as I needed water to live. “You tell me.”

“You.” His thighs squeezed around me. “I want you.”

That cute little cock of his jerked against my waist, still covered by the bottom half of his jumpsuit. Mine was also dying to get out of my thick trousers and find that soft heat of his that I knew would feel like fucking heaven once I pressed up against it.

“You want all of me?” I asked. I had a feeling, but I needed to be sure. I wasn’t going to press him if all he wanted was another blowjob or something low-key, which I’d be more than satisfied to give him.

He nodded, rolling his hips against me. “You have anything on you?”

“Condoms? No. Some kind of lube? I can get creative.”

He huffed out a laugh. “I know that wasn’t meant to be sexy, but…”

I grinned and lifted myself up from where I’d buried my face in his neck. His smile was a dream, a beautiful change from the absolutely heart-shattered despair that had been on it a few minutes ago. I hated that look on him; it felt too much like angels crying or something equally as biblical.

“Are you okay with that?” I reached over to grab the pack I’d thrown onto the ground the second I’d taken him into my arms. “No protection?”

I slid it back over to me and parted the zipper with one of my hands, my other finding the spot right where Ayen’s jumpsuit was still partially zipped and his skin was showing at his hip. He was warm under my hand, solid. I squeezed him, making sure all of this was still real and not some fantasy my mind had cooked up in a dream.

“He was my first,” Ayen said, his fingers flexing around my arm. “My only.”

I’ll be your last,is almost what came spilling out of my mouth in response. Fuck, I really had it bad for him. Not even inside of him yet and I was already hearing the damn wedding bells.

Though, I doubted Ayen would ever want to get married again. Not after what happened with his first husband.

I was getting ahead of myself.

Grabbing the travel-sized bottle of aloe I kept, I shoved my pack away again and set the bottle down next to us. “I’m clean.”

He nodded, not even needing me to elaborate further as he said, “I trust you.”

My heart thundered in my chest.

The fact that some other man had taken advantage of him killed me. He was so trusting, maybe a little too much so for his own good. And for someone to have taken that and used it to their advantage truly sickened me.

That stopped here. I don’t know how I was going to accomplish it but starting now, I wouldn’t allow anyone to take him for granted again.

Ayen unhooked his legs from around me, pulling them back just enough to help me lift him and slip the bottom half of his jumpsuit and boots off of his body. He was as beautiful as I remembered him from last night, now fully revealed to me through the breaks of sunlight through the thick canopy over us.

His tanned skin was flawless and smooth, a dusting of hair trailing down to his hard cock that rested against his lower belly, straining to be touched. I fisted my hand around it immediately, not being able to help myself.

Ayen groaned, his back arching. “Ohhhh…”

I stroked my hand down him slowly, lovingly. Beads of precum leaked out from the engorged tip and down to my hand whereI spread it along his shaft as I continued to move my hand, working him.

“Jax,” his voice was strained. He reached out to grab at the moss-covered ground, fingers clenching tightly around it. “Please…”

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