Page 61 of Side Out

He takes the hint and does the same with a smile on his face. I stop and take in the sight that is Jackson Baker.

My husband.

Fuck,that feels good to even think, let alone be able to tell people that I’m lucky enough to be calling this man in front of memyhusband. That thought stops me in my tracks. I would have never been happy being married to Bridget or really anyone other than Jax. I would’ve been ashamed to be anyone else’s husband.

Despite us being naked in bed only mere hours ago, I didn’t take the time to fully appreciate him. For just a moment, I let my eyes trail across his bare chest, tracing the lines of black ink as I go. There, over his heart, is a tattoo of a picturesque mountain range. One that I’m almost positive resembles the place he calls home. But, as much as I could stand here all day and just drink him in, I want to touch him even more.

As my hands find his waistband again, I hurriedly pull his shorts and boxers down, freeing his already hard cock. His shorts hit the ground around his ankles, and his dick bobs heavily between his muscular thighs.

“Theo…” My name is a plea falling from his lips.

“Jax,” I plead his name, just as he did mine. I want him, no, Ineedhim. His hips are bucking toward me trying to get our cocks to touch, even with my shorts still covering mine. “What do you need your husband to do?”

Urging him toward his answer, I get down on one knee, then the next, and look up at him, desperate for him to tell me what I want to hear.

He puts his hands on the counter on each side of the stove, careful not to burn his hands, leans back, and looks up at the vent. The same one I now know the little shit has been using to spy on me. A sinister grin takes over his face as his eyes meet mine once again. “I need your lips around my cock,Mr. Young.”

Not rushing this whatsoever, I let my hands roam from the middle of his thighs down to the side of his knees. I run the pad of my thumb over the vertical scar, causing goosebumps to form across his skin. I press a gentle kiss to it before I look up at him. “I’ve wanted this cock of yours in my mouth for the past year. Now lean back, shut up, and look up at your camera. I don’t want one expression of yours to be missed.”

I smirk and nod my head to the ceiling, raising my eyebrows, trying to see if he wants to be a brat for me today. Another second passes, and then he slowly tilts his head back, and I have the best view in the goddamn world from down here on my knees.

My eyes fall from his face down the slope of his shoulders. My god those fucking shoulders. And his arms… the same arms that hold so much raw power. From there I trace the lines of his perfectly sculpted abs which lead to an even more perfect V-cut, of which points right to his jutted-out cock. The same one that’s merely a breath away from my lips. I exhale a ragged breath, and Jackson twitches at the sensation, before a shiver takes over his body.

Fuck.

I’ve got it bad.

Moving my hands to the backs of his legs, just below his ass, I pull him a little closer to me. I let my tongue trace over his slit, collecting the pre-cum that’s been begging for me to taste. This may be the first time I’m finally getting my tongue on him, but it certainly won’t be my last.

“Please, Theo.Pleasesuck me… I can’t wait any longer.”

“You beg so pretty, though. What if I want to hear more?” But I don’t let him answer. I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, and he releases a moan that sends a wave of white-hot pleasure to my already hard dick.

I coat his cock in my saliva and start to work my hand up his shaft in time with my mouth, and that seems to get the most reaction out of him.

He’s already released his hold on the counter to thread his hands through my hair, moving my head exactly the way he wants it. Up and down his pulsing cock, while snapping his hips in perfect rhythm. Being controlled by him in this way feels so fucking good, I’ve already completely forgotten what I told him about looking at the camera.

He’s fucking my mouth like a wild man, and I relish in it. Until now, I’ve only dreamed of this, and now that it’s finally happening, I’m on the verge of coming in my fucking pants. Between the noises falling from his lips, him pulling at my hair as if he’s afraid to let go, and knowing I’m being used to pleasure him… it’s almost all too much.

I’m a fucking goner.

I’ll never be the same.

From here on out I am no longer Theodore Young.

I’m Theodore Young, Jackson Baker’shusband.

He continues pumping in and out of my throat before eventually holding my head in place, and I try my hardest not to gag. Instead, I swallow around him and he lets out a desperate groan. “Fuck—Theo, I’m… I’m going to?—”

He tries to pull from my mouth, but I grip the back of his thighs tighter, keeping him buried in my mouth. He moans as spurts of cum start spilling down my throat. I swallow every fucking drop. His release is barely finished when he demands, “Up. I need your cock in my mouth. Now.”

I stand eagerly before we switch spots. My pants and boxers are down at my ankles before I can even blink. I tease, “Did you miss this cock, Jax?”

“Yes. So, so much. You’ll never know how hard it was staying away from you. When all I wanted every time I looked at you was to justbewith you. It didn’t matter how pissed off I was…” He presses a gentle kiss against one hip bone. “Or how certain I was that I didn’t want anything to do with you. Whenever there was a moment where my brain was still…” His lips press against my other hip. “The first thing my thoughts went to… was you.”

“Jackson,” I say breathlessly, but his eyes are on my cock. “I’m-I’m not going to la—” I completely stop talking as he grips my cock and sucks me to the back of his throat. He moans around my length, and the vibrations have my toes curling against the cold tile floor. “Fucckkk, Jax, yes,” I hiss, as I grip the top of his messy black hair and start to move my hips in sync with his mouth.

He’s looking up at me, tears rimming his eyes from keeping me so deep in his throat, and I groan at the view.

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