Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,40

If you don’t want to…if it violates some moral code or whatever, I get it—”

“Dayton,” Jackson said sharply, cutting Day off mid-sentence.

“Yeah?” he muttered, still refusing to look at Jackson.

“Let’s go to bed.”

Day’s gaze finally slid back to his. “Okay.”

This was a different side of Day. Shy. Nervous. Timid. But equally compelling. Jackson kissed him gently, picking him up to carry him. Once more, Day’s legs came around him, clinging to him, his mouth exploring Jackson’s throat before resting his head on his shoulder.

“You should just carry me everywhere.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s how it is, huh?” Jackson asked, kicking the door closed behind them so Kevin didn’t disturb them.

“Mm,” was Day’s only reply.

“From bossy bottom to pillow princess in three days. That has to be some kind of new record,” Jackson said, setting Day on his feet, his fingers reaching for the buttons on Day’s shirt.

Day’s brows went up, and he pushed Jackson’s hands away. “Oh, you want me to be more take-charge, Daddy?” Day asked, leaning in to run his tongue along the hollow of Jackson’s throat. “I can do that.”

Day’s nimble fingers worked the buttons on Jackson’s shirt open, lips dragging across his skin as it was revealed. Jackson reached for Day, but he batted his hands away before letting them trace over the muscles of Jackson’s abdomen. Day’s tongue flicked out, teasing at Jackson’s flat nipple, before scraping his teeth over it until Jackson hissed in a pleasure/pain response that had his cock straining against his zipper.

“Day.” He said it like a warning, hoping to convey that he wasn’t sure he could take much more of Day’s teasing.

Day pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, before dropping to his knees in front of him. “Can I, Daddy?” he asked, rubbing his cheek against Jackson’s obvious erection.

“You better,” Jackson murmured, watching Day’s pupils blow wide at his words.

Day opened Jackson’s pants, pushing them down to his thighs so he could mouth over Jackson’s cock through his boxer briefs. “I love your dick, Daddy. It’s so big.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Show me how much you love it,” Jackson crooned, petting his hands through Day’s hair.

Day peeled Jackson’s underwear down, running his lips up and down the length before sucking the crown into his mouth. Jackson’s eyes rolled back at the perfect heat and suction, but then it disappeared. He looked down to find Day sitting back on his heels, gazing up at Jackson obediently.

He smiled. So, Day wanted to play. Jackson could do that. “Open up, baby. Stick out that pretty tongue for Daddy.”

Jackson watched goosebumps erupt along Day’s skin at the command. He did as Jackson asked, pink tongue just waiting for him. Jackson gripped his cock, slapping it against Day’s tongue, holding his head in place as he worked it in and out of Day’s mouth.

“You look so pretty sucking my cock. You know that?” Day whimpered, the sound going straight to Jackson’s balls. “You like the way I taste?” Day hummed, closing his lips over Jackson and taking him to the root, sucking deep on his way back up. “Good boy.”

Jackson stepped out of his pants and underwear and walked to the bed, sitting in the center against his padded headboard, leaving Day on his knees.

“Undress for me…slowly.”

Day rose in that way of his, where he sort of just unfolded in one easy move. He turned around and began to unbutton his shirt, his gaze locked on Jackson, who stroked his cock as he watched Day strip.

“You're so pretty,” Jackson said again.

He meant it. Day was gorgeous, could easily have graced the cover of any magazine, but Day flushed to the tips of his ears, even as his nipples hardened to tight peaks. Jackson had wanted to play with Day, but the longer it took him to undress, the more Jackson wanted to just throw him onto the bed and work him open with his tongue, his fingers, his cock. He just needed to be inside Day’s tight little body.

Once Day was naked, Jackson crooked a finger at him. Day crawled up the bed and right into Jackson’s lap, melting into him. Jackson kissed him slow, his tongue dipping between Day’s lips. He still tasted of coffee. Jackson gripped Day’s ass, spreading him open, letting his cock slide against his hole, but making no effort to enter him. He wasn’t ready. But Jackson wasn’t ready to stop kissing him, either. He slicked his fingers with the lube on the bedside table without even breaking their