Operation Fake Relationship - Jay Northcote Page 0,37

shoved in it, and your cock’s not exactly small. I haven’t got anything useful we could use. I don’t think toothpaste or hair product will cut it, so unless you have anything better?”

“No, fuck. I wish I did.”

“Me too. Tomorrow maybe? We could go and find a petrol station shop for emergency sex supplies.”

“Sounds good.” The idea of sliding his cock into Nick’s arse made Jackson feel almost dizzy with desire.

“For now… I want something in my arse. Will you finger me while you jerk me off? Or you could blow me again? That’ll be less messy.”

“Of course. Roll over.” He slapped Nick lightly on the arse.

Nick lay on his back with his knees bent up and Jackson settled between them. As he slid a finger into Nick, he stroked Nick’s cock with his other hand. Nick gave a gasp of pleasure, and Jackson smiled. With his cheeks flushed and eyes dark and glittering, Nick was so gorgeous. Jackson still couldn’t quite believe they were doing this.

“Suck me!” There was an edge of desperation in Nick’s voice.

Jackson took Nick in his mouth and drew him deep as he curled his finger, thrusting it carefully in and out.

“Oh fuck, yeah. Don’t stop.” Nick’s body tightened, thighs squeezing Jackson’s shoulders. It was a matter of moments before he gave a strangled moan and his hips jerked with the first shot of come. “Fuck,” he muttered again, hands finding Jackson’s head and holding him there for a few more seconds until he was done. “Wow.” His body softened and he released Jackson, saying, “Shit. Was I really loud? I was so out of it I don’t even know.”

“Nah. You weren’t too bad.” Jackson knelt between Nick’s legs, relieved to be able to get a hand on his own dick at last.

Nick’s gaze dropped, eyeing Jackson’s cock hungrily. “Man. I wish you could fuck me. But at least I can return the favour. Just give me a minute for my limbs to stop feeling like wet noodles.

“I could fuck your mouth,” Jackson suggested. “Then you don’t need to move.”

Nick’s eyes lit up. “Yeah? Sounds good to me. And I think it’s your turn to do that anyway. Go for it.”

Sprawled back against the pillows, he grinned at Jackson, lips pink and inviting.

Jackson straddled Nick’s face, one hand gripping the headboard as he guided the tip of his cock and rubbed it over Nick’s lips, making them wet and sticky. “Open up.” He pushed, and Nick opened obediently.

Both hands on the headboard, Jackson began to move his hips carefully, testing to see how much Nick could handle.

Nick made a sound of encouragement. He grabbed Jackson’s arse, digging his fingers in and encouraging Jackson to give him more. As Jackson’s cock hit the back of his throat he grunted, but didn’t try to stop him from moving.

Jackson bit back a groan as he remembered they had to be quiet. He clamped his mouth shut and gritted his teeth, fighting to contain the sounds that wanted to break free as he thrust slowly in and out. The swirl of Nick’s tongue and the suction of his mouth felt incredible, but it was the sight of him that was almost too much to bear. Cheeks pink and with an adorable frown of concentration on his brow, Nick’s gaze was fixed on Jackson. There was an intensity in his eyes that made it impossible for Jackson to look away.

Although he was the one in the dominant position, he felt utterly powerless. Nick was the one guiding his movements, coaxing him to the brink and keeping him there by slowing down just as Jackson was about to come.

“Nick, please!” he hissed as Nick put the flat of one hand against Jackson’s hips, holding him away so he could lick the tip, torturing Jackson with featherlight strokes of his tongue.

“What?” Nick asked, all innocence.

“You’re killing me.” Jackson’s cock jerked.

Nick licked off the precome that escaped, still only using his tongue and not sucking properly. But it was enough to push Jackson that little bit closer.

“Do you want me to come all over your face?” he asked desperately. “Because if you don’t stop teasing me, it’s going to happen.”

“Yeah?” Nick grinned. “That sounds pretty fucking hot actually.” He wrapped his hand around Jackson and started to jerk him off, saying, “Do it!”

Most of Jackson’s fantasies about Nick had involved Nick’s arse. But as he stroked his cock and gazed at Nick’s upturned face he wondered why he hadn’t imagined this, because holy