School of Fish (Fish Out of Water #6) - Amy Lane Page 0,146
down his hips and stroked hard enough to bring a pearl of precome to the tip. He let out a breath and smoothed it around his cockhead and then sucked it off his thumb.
He registered Ellery’s mouth on his cock before he even heard the two footsteps to his side of the bed.
“Oh. Oh wow. Counselor, you’re going to be… oh… late….”
Ellery didn’t even bother to reply, just pulled him in deeper, kneeling by the side of the bed where, dammit, Jackson couldn’t stroke him off in return. Jackson settled for massaging Ellery’s scalp through his hair while Ellery sucked him hard and slow and then wrapped a fist around his cock and plied the end with this tongue while looking Jackson dead in the eyes.
“Hello.” Jackson breathed. “You were doing something?”
“I would like nothing more than to finish this,” Ellery said, his eyes lighting up in that particularly wicked way he had when he was about to do something Jackson might not like but would do only for Ellery.
“Feel free,” Jackson told him, not wanting to beg. “If it’s not you, it’ll be me.”
Ellery gave him a half smile. “But I won’t have time to get off myself,” he said. “You’ll just have to deal with that. I—” He deep-throated Jackson’s cock, hard and fast, and came up with his mouth swollen and glazed with spit. “—won’t ‘get mine,’ Jackson. You’ll have to trust that I’ll come home anyway. Can you live with that?”
Jackson tried to pull his feet underneath him to sit up, because no, that was not something he did. Instead, he drove his cock all the way into Ellery’s throat, and Ellery took advantage, tapping on his entrance just enough that Jackson quivered, shaking, needing to come.
Ellery kept his grip on Jackson’s cock and pulled back, eyes watering, looking as debauched as Jackson had ever seen him. “Do you trust me?” he taunted.
“You think I’m letting you out of this house without coming, you’re sadly mista—augh! God! Ellery! Dammit!” He was too far gone. Between his own self-pleasure and Ellery’s masterful power play, Jackson was done for. He arched his back and came, loudly, without inhibition or shame.
When he fell back onto the bed, Ellery was standing by the bedside, stroking his face with a messy hand. “Now go back to sleep,” he ordered gently.
Jackson lay there, panting, eyes half-closed, and nodded.
He waited until Ellery was in the shower before he stood up, dropped his boxers where they fell, and stalked into the bathroom with lube in hand. He was already mostly hard again when he stepped into the shower and started to kiss Ellery’s neck.
“Jackson,” Ellery breathed, “this wasn’t in the agree—oh my!”
Jackson thrust two fingers into him. Not roughly, but firmly, because he knew Ellery would still be slack from the night before. Ellery cried out and bent, hands against the wall, as Jackson parted his cheeks and pushed inside.
“Jackson—”
“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” Jackson growled, hips rocking as the water pounded on them both.
He was primed—he must have been—from blowing Jackson, from taunting him, from the power reversal, all of it, because in a few strokes he was quivering, hand working his own cock, which made Jackson even hotter. Jackson rocked harder, faster, even as the water ran cold. Biting Ellery’s neck when he gave a choked groan of climax and shuddered against the tile wall weakly before Jackson rutted once, twice, and a slow aftershock rolled through him, half residual from the first climax, and half inspired by Ellery’s tight body, his responsiveness, and his surrender.
Jackson caught him around the waist when it looked like he was going to slide down the wall. “Nah-nah,” he rasped. “You have work today, remember? I have to stay home ’cause I’m fragile, and you have to go to—”
Ellery straightened with alacrity. “Shit!” he swore. “Shit! I do have work. I’ve got two cases, and I have to meet Henry at the office.” He turned in the spray, using the washcloth to get his private places before stepping out. Jackson grunted and grabbed the washcloth from him, resigning himself to tepid water for the rest of the shower.
“I don’t even get a kiss?” he complained.
Ellery turned irritated eyes toward him. “Isn’t that my line? Get out and dry off, and I’ll give you a kiss goodbye. But hurry. You don’t want to get caught naked either!”