Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,17

growled low as Day bobbed his head twice before taking Jackson to the back of his throat and swallowing, his breath rustling the hair at the base of his cock. Christ.

Jackson expected Day to pull off but he just stayed there, his tongue teasing across the thick vein along his shaft until Jackson couldn’t help but grip Day’s head and flex his hips, fucking into Day’s throat with tiny aborted thrusts that sent bursts of pleasure through his entire body. “Oh, fuck. That’s it. Suck me. You look so good like this. So fucking pretty.”

Day tapped Jackson’s thigh, and he let him free. Day sat panting, tears and mascara running down his face as he ran his tongue up one side of Jackson’s cock and down the other before pumping his cock and sucking on just the tip.

“Fuck, your tongue should come with a warning label.”

Day gave him a smile, running his tongue along the base of Jackson’s cock again as if to prove his point.

“You keep looking at me that way and I might forget that you’re saving yourself.”

Day’s smile wavered, his pupils blowing wide, like the idea of Jackson fucking him was more than he could handle. If Day only knew how much he was testing Jackson’s control. If he did, he’d be a lot more concerned for his precious virginity auction, because Jackson couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to throw Day on the bed and work him open, first with his tongue and then with his fingers, before fucking him nice and slow and deep, watching his face as he took every inch of him.

“My turn,” Jackson snarled. “On the bed.” Day rose in one graceful motion and sat on the bed. Jackson stood, dragging him to the edge of the bed by the ankle and flipping him over roughly until he was on his belly. Day looked back at Jackson just as he dragged Day’s hips upward. Jackson didn’t take Day’s panties off, just pulled the string from between his cheeks to pet over his entrance. “Red is definitely your color.

Jackson leaned down, sinking his teeth into Day’s ass cheek hard enough to get a startled cry out of him. When he didn’t utter his safeword, Jackson bit him on the other cheek as well, liking the way his bite marks looked on Day’s pale skin.

Day whimpered when Jackson splayed him open, teasing over Day’s hole with the flat of his tongue. “You like that, baby?” Jackson asked, burying his face before Day could formulate an answer.

Jackson couldn’t get enough of the taste of Day or the way he whined and moaned as Jackson licked and sucked at his entrance, pushing himself back on Jackson’s tongue, begging him for more. “Please, Daddy. I need more. Please. I’m so hard. Can I touch myself? Please? Please?”

“No,” Jackson said, giving Day one last lick before he went for the lube that Day had conveniently left on the side table. Jackson brought the whole bottle with him. “On your back.”

Day rolled onto his back, bending his legs at the knees, watching Jackson with a look that was slightly more timid than when they’d started, noting the way Day’s legs were already shaking. Jackson shed the rest of his clothing and climbed on the bed, above Day’s head, facing his feet. Day lay there, like the perfect boy, just waiting for Jackson’s orders, watching him with wide eyes. He looked so innocent like this, almost nervous. It made Jackson want to turn off the cameras and hold him, but he knew Day would never allow that. When Jackson lubed up the fingers on both hands, Day’s gaze shot to his, the slightest fear bleeding through.

“Relax,” Jackson crooned. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Jackson’s words had Day shivering. He had no idea what Jackson intended to do to him, and it was shredding his nerves. He hadn’t anticipated this level of nerves. It was just sex. Day tried to convince himself it was because he’d never had a partner on camera, but the truth was Day had stopped caring about recording the moment Jackson had kissed him. Kissing Jackson was like nothing Day had ever experienced before. The few guys Day had kissed had kissed him like it was just a precursor to other things. Jackson kissed him like he was branding him, like he was letting Day know he was Jackson’s. He was just so big and strong, and when his arms went around Day, he