Page 73 of Coming In Hot
Dropping to my knees, I suck his engorged cockhead between my lips, licking around the head. I suck hard, drawing out a drop of salty liquid, and Jax hisses, gazing down on me with hooded eyes. He takes my head in his hands and guides my mouth along his shaft.
“That’s so good. Take more.” He follows his breathy plea with a surge of his hips, forcing another two inches down my throat.
Loosening my jaw, I slurp and suck until a steady stream of drool drips from my lips. Jax catches it and smears the moisture over his balls, rolling them between his fingers as I work him over. A constant symphony of moans and whimpers falls from his lips the closer I push him to the edge. When he throws his head back, his face tightening with the act of holding back, I pop off and lick up the mess I created, straightening to my feet.
In an attempt to avoid touching the bed, I lean against the dresser and spread my thighs for him. Jax drops to his knees and eyes my cock with challenge.
“Your turn,” I say, grasping the base of my cock and pointing it in his direction.
Jax doesn’t disappoint. I don’t want to think about how often he practices, but he’s damn good at sucking cock. Just the right amount of suction, his hand in perfect sync with his mouth. His wicked tongue teases my dick in all the right places. Peering up, he shows a flash of vulnerability and so much heat, it hits me like a kick to the balls. Jax doesn’t show emotion often—not like this.
For a second, I forget how to breathe. The world narrows down to the space between us. His eyes search mine, as if he’s asking for forgiveness. Laying himself bare at my feet, asking me to fix everything and rewrite our past. My heart stumbles in my chest, because I know—whatever this is, whatever we are—it’s about to change.
I can’t change what came before this moment, the heartache and bitter guilt and misunderstanding. But our future going forward is going to look a lot different.
Sliding my palm over his cheek, I give him the reassurance he’s silently seeking. “Your mouth is fire. Keep sucking me, JJ. Don’t ever want you to stop.”
His eyes flare with the new nickname. No teasingJaxythat I appropriated from his friend, Joey. No full-naming him. JJ is different. It’s ours. Just ours. He knows I wouldn’t bother if I didn’t want him to be all mine.
It’s a claiming thing, a mark of possession. A nickname is intimate.
Jax doubles his efforts, trying to swallow as much of my thick shaft as he can fit down his throat. His eyes water and his nose runs, but he doesn’t quit. He’s so fucking hot I can’t stand it. I don’t doubt he’s enjoying this, but nowhere near as much as I am.
“Get up,” I urge, pulling my hips back. He let’s go of the chokehold his mouth has on my cock and swallows, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. I grab a towel from the bathroom and lay it over the nasty quilt. Then, I lie back on it and peg Jax with a teasing smirk. “Come here, JJ. Straddle my lap.”
He obeys immediately, climbing over my legs. His hard cock bobs straight up, proudly showing off how turned on he is. The tip is glossy with precum and I swipe it with my thumb and suck the flavor, my eyes gleaming wickedly.
I cup my hands and hold them out. “Spit.”
Jax seems unsure, but then he clears his throat, collecting a mouthful of saliva, and spits into my palms. I add to the puddle and take hold of our cocks, smearing the saliva down both our shafts. The easy glide in my tight fist feels fucking insane against my sensitive skin. When I squeeze up to the tip, Jax’s head spills more pearly drops. He swipes them and slips his thumb between my lips.
I suck gently, keeping my gaze locked with his so he can see how much I love the taste of him. My tongue swirls around his thumb and I can’t help but wish it were his cock in my mouth, instead.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice low.
“I could drink your entire load and still be thirsty for more.”
“Fuck, Pharo. The shit you say.” He glances down to watch my fist work our cocks together and spits again, a thick trail of saliva that tracks from his mouth to our cockheads. “That’s so fucking hot,” he moans, thrusting into my grip.
Increasing my pace, I stroke faster, tighter, until he squeezes his eyes closed and drops his head back, giving himself over to the wave of heat riding him hard.
“I’m close. You close?”
I wish it could go on all night, but yeah, I’m close. I love watching the muscles in his abs ripple beneath his skin, watching the outlines of his ink stretch and distort as he moves with me. His chest rises and falls with each labored breath.
“Almost. Let me watch you come.”
Jax bites his bottom lip, and his face goes lax with pleasure. Thick spurts of cum pulse from his slit, crisscrossing over my knuckles and wrist. The sight pulls my orgasm from me, and I grunt as my abdomen clenches tightly. Waves of electric heat roll through my groin, and my balls draw up tight as they release. The arc that pulses from my cock hits Jax across his chest. He looks down with amusement and smears his hand through the mess, licking it clean.
“I knew you’d taste good. You do everything good,” he says, sounding almost bitter about it, though he’s smiling.
“As long as I do you good, that’s all that matters.”
Jax leans down and sucks my lip between his, taking pulls on it like it’s my cock. “We’re pretty good at that, huh?”
He once told me he liked my eyes. I hope the way I’m gazing at him now makes them appear irresistible.
“Practice makes perfect,” I murmur.
