Page 42 of Jackson

My own cock jerked in my pants, completely on board with the begging.

I’d had subs before beg for me to fill them, on their hands and knees as they presented themselves to me like cats in heat. None of them had ever come close to turning me on quite like this. Ayen’s unabashedwantfor me was so intoxicating that I was willing to drown on it.

“Hold still,” I told him and let go of him.

Standing, I quickly kicked my boots off and yanked my undershirt off, tossing them both toward my pack with little care.

Ayen sat up on his elbows to watch me, his eyes practically bulging out of his head when I shrugged my pants down and stepped out of them.

“Like what you see?” I teased.

His mouth dropped open, his eyes directly narrowing in on my cock.

Its heavy weight bounced while I moved, sinking back down to my knees on the soft moss in front of him and scooting closer so that he could wrap his legs around me again if he wanted to.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “You’re fucking huge…”

I chuckled, scooping the bottle of aloe off of the ground. “Oh, he flatters me.”

“Um…”

I glanced at him, uncapping the bottle as he spoke.

“So, the last time I did this was three years ago.”

“You’ll be okay, Ayen. I won’t hurt you.” Probably. Good thing I had a ton of aloe in this bottle.

He didn’t look convinced in the slightest, and instead of leaning back and parting his legs for me, he shot forward and wrapped a hand around my shaft. A small gasp left my lips. Not only were his beautiful, long fingers practically dwarfed when wrapped around me like that, but he squeezed me perfectly while stroking up and down a few times.

“I knew you would be,” he mumbled, more to himself than to me. “I could tell.”

I lowered my lids halfway over my eyes. A deep heat settled into my gut. “Did you?”

Grabbing his wrist, I held him still and rolled my hips back, rearing them forward in a slow motion. He kept his hand firm around me as I fucked myself into his fist, a small and strangled moan leaving him.

“I’m gonna bury myself so damn deep in you, Ayen,” I breathed out. I wasn’t even pressed against his pretty hole yet and I was already getting lost in the blissful lust. “You want that, don’t you?”

He nodded with his lips parted, wet from obsessively licking them. If we had more time, I’d let him take a taste of me. Buteven now, we were working on borrowed time. Soon, I’d need to radio in to the group and check in so that a search party wasn’t sent after us.

While I continued to move my hips, I let go of his wrist in order to drizzle a generous amount of aloe on my fingers, rubbing them together a few times to coat the digits thoroughly.

“Lean back, honey,” I said.

Obedient as ever, he let go of my cock and lay back down onto my jacket. He lifted his legs up from the ground automatically, tilting his hips back just enough to reveal himself to me.

I groaned and traced my thumb along his rim, circling around it a few times while his body clenched and unclenched to try and tease one of my fingers inside of him. His balls were drawn up tight, swollen from how much he needed to come.

What a pretty picture he made.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous,” I told him, meaning it.

I slipped my thumb inside of him slowly, the heat of his body engulfing me immediately.

“Oh,” Ayen mumbled, fanning his legs out more for me.

I pulled out the digit and smeared more aloe over him, coating him generously before working my finger back inside. His head fell back to rest against my jacket.

When I slowly added another finger, he let out a high-pitched whine, his body jolted when I curled them inside to search around for the sweet spot.

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