School of Fish (Fish Out of Water #6) - Amy Lane Page 0,54
bed and kissed Ellery’s sternum, the soft skin of his stomach, using his tongue to tease along the line of his boxer briefs.
Ellery moaned slightly, and Jackson ran his hands along the backs of his thighs, teasing the inside of the boxer briefs with his thumbs. Ellery’s back rippled, and he thrust his hips forward, and ah! There he was, full and erect, pressing against Jackson’s chest.
Jackson could have teased him some more, but Ellery needed tonight. Jackson removed his boxer briefs instead, pleased when Ellery’s sizable erection flopped forward, right at mouth level.
A sign if Jackson had ever seen one. He opened, took Ellery in without preamble, and Ellery moaned again, a little louder this time. So many other lovers, but Jackson could never remember their taste. Ellery’s taste was the thing he craved—every morning, every evening—because it fed his soul.
Down to the back of his throat. Jackson was good at this, opening up, pushing forward until his lips met Ellery’s pubic hair, his skin. He swallowed, milking the cockhead, then pulled back, allowing it to get passionate, sloppy. Welcoming the sting along his scalp as Ellery tugged at his hair.
“Oh… oh God, Jackson.”
Jackson did it again, again, sliding his hands along Ellery’s backside while he deep-throated, parting Ellery’s cheeks with his thumbs.
“Ohhhh….”
Jackson would have smiled, but that would have meant letting Ellery’s cock out of his mouth, and now he was the one who needed, needed it to fill him, needed more of Ellery’s taste inside. He let some spit dribble onto his fingers and parted Ellery again, this time timing his breach of Ellery’s entrance with the thrust forward along his cock.
“Ah!” Ellery spurted a little, precome filling Jackson’s mouth, and Jackson swallowed again, savoring the taste. He thrust a little farther inside, and Ellery broke. “Now,” he begged. “Please. God, baby, I need you.”
One more time along his cockhead, and then just when Ellery whimpered and threatened to come, he pulled back. “On the bed, Counselor. Be sure you can see me when I fuck you.”
Ellery nodded meekly and then, to Jackson’s surprise, thrust his hands inside the neck of Jackson’s awful old shirt and yanked, ripping it off his body.
Jackson laughed and stood, taking Ellery’s mouth in a mauling kiss that left him pliable and breathless. “Told you,” he said, ducking his head to pull a nipple in his mouth.
“Told me what?” Ellery demanded, holding Jackson’s head in place, begging for more.
Jackson pulled off the nipple with a pop. “Told you old clothes have their uses. Now lay down and spread ’em.”
Ellery did, some of the sadness gone from his movements, the moment lightened by his playfulness. Jackson loved him like this—loved him all the ways, in fact. Bossy and irritated, pliant and needy, and now excited and sensual, luxuriating in the touch of someone he loved.
Jackson grabbed the lube from the bed stand, pausing just a moment to grease his cock, enjoying the feel of the slick as he rubbed.
He added a little more to his fingers and knelt at the foot of the bed, teasing Ellery’s entrance as he lay splayed out for Jackson’s pleasure, just like he’d commanded.
Power like that could go to a guy’s head. Both of them.
“You done—ah!—teasing me yet?” Ellery rasped as Jackson thrust one finger in and circled.
“Nope.”
Ellery took hold of his cock and squeezed, his entire body trembling.
“I’m gonna come without you,” he taunted, and Jackson shoved both lubed fingers in to the knuckle, enjoying Ellery’s shudder, his cry into the dark, the way the vulnerability had fled, leaving him powerful and pleasured and happy.
“The hell you will,” he said, spreading his fingers. “You’ll lay there and take it.”
“You’re not… oh… oh God! Jackson!”
Jackson pulled his fingers out, not wanting to push too far. Some nights, when he knew Ellery needed it, he could be rough, could just thrust in with a little lube and know Ellery would be with him, greedy for the manhandling, for the bite of pain. Some nights he could tease until his lover was begging.
But not tonight, when Ellery needed the reassurance of Jackson inside of him as much as Jackson needed to know Ellery was whole in heart as well as body, needed to know nothing was going to hurt him as long as Jackson was there.
Jackson moved up until they were chest to chest, and his own dripping cock was poised at Ellery’s entrance.
“You ready for this?” he breathed, pushing enough to tease.