Freedom (The F-Word #5) - E. Davies Page 0,39

Jaden.

Jaden’s other hand caressed Henry’s balls, gently tracing along half-forgotten nerves. His sensation was patchier there, but even that flicker of unpredictable erotic touch drove Henry wild.

“Fuck, that’s good already,” Henry breathed out. He let go of Jaden’s hair but squeezed his shoulders, rubbing his thumbs into his muscles before scratching his back. “You’re good.”

Jaden wrapped his hand around the base of Henry’s shaft and squeezed hard, then started bobbing his head. He choked on the length and whimpered, greedily pushing his mouth down to meet the ring of his fingers.

Every wet noise and flicker of Jaden’s tongue against sensitive skin prickled deep inside Henry’s shaft, and further into his belly. Alight with desire, he bucked off the bed, thrusting up into Jaden’s mouth.

“Fuck, sorry,” Henry gasped, trying his hardest to lie still. It was so much more arousing than he’d expected, though! The joy rippling through him, body and soul, was hard to contain.

Jaden held still, his eyes wide and pleading—like he wanted Henry to take over.

So he did, thrusting up into that hot, wet mouth lazily at first. He quickly found his rhythm, flexing in short, sharp movements. When he was sure Jaden could handle it, Henry pushed deeper, until his cock brushed the back of his throat.

He filled Jaden’s mouth and then some, but Jaden had it covered. He kept his hand on the base of Henry’s cock, twisting gently with each upward thrust.

And fuck, if that didn’t drive Henry out of his mind.

His body was tight now, throbbing with unbearable need. However hard he tried, he wasn’t going to be able to last. This was like nothing he’d experienced, and he was addicted.

Never before had this hard cock been in another man’s mouth—let alone one as gorgeous as Jaden, who was braced above him on one forearm, whimpering softly as Henry fucked his mouth.

God, he was going to make Jaden come so hard and all over him. That thought alone sent a fresh wave of arousal through Henry, almost enough to spill him over the edge.

“Yes!” Henry grunted as he dug his fingernails into Jaden’s scalp. This time there was no stopping—and no way he wanted to. His breathing was ragged, his cheeks flushed. All that mattered was the staccato of his heartbeat, and the swelling surge of need pulsing deep within.

Jaden whimpered, the vibrations coursing through Henry as he drew tight deep inside, curling his toes into the bed. Jaden’s flushed cheeks and quiet moans were insanely addictive.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” Henry gasped, pushing himself up on an elbow to be sure Jaden heard—and because he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sexiest sight of his life.

His own cock plunging deep between those pink lips, the heat and suction against him, the wet surface of Jaden’s tongue—and best of all, the tight grip squeezing the throbbing, most sensitive part of his hard cock…

“I can’t stop. I need—Jaden, I—oh! Fuck!”

White-hot pleasure burned through him, a wildfire of unbearable ecstasy. Henry collapsed against the bed as his muscles went taut until he almost couldn’t breathe—definitely couldn’t see, or think.

But he could definitely feel. Oh, every brush of Jaden’s shoulder against his thigh, the whisper-soft touch of his hair against Henry’s belly, but most of all, the tight purse of his lips around Henry’s shaft. Gradually Jaden let the suction go and drew his mouth off Henry, still squeezing him gently until Henry was too sensitive and pushed his hand away.

“That good?” Jaden giggled, wiping his hand across the back of his mouth.

“Jesus,” was all Henry could mumble. He was only now aware that he was sweaty and out of breath and vibrating with happiness at a frequency he was sure was physically apparent. “Come here.”

When Jaden scooted up the bed, Henry grabbed his hips and kept on pulling him up until he sat on his chest. Jaden squeaked but grabbed the headboard, staring down at Henry with wide eyes, red cheeks, and swollen lips.

“Your turn,” Henry growled. “I want to taste you, Jaden. And make you come. Enough for both of us—all over my face. Can you do that for me?”

Jaden’s cock twitched in midair, rising toward his belly. He raised his hands to cover his face for a moment, crimson bursting across his nose and even up to the tips of his ears. “Yes,” he breathed out raggedly. “Oh, my God. That’s so hot, I can’t even…” he trailed off in a whimper, trembling above Henry.

Henry smirked. He ran his hands gently up Jaden’s thighs