Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,43

Jackson sat across from him, his laptop open, typing furiously with just two fingers. Day took a sip of his coffee to hide his smile. He might not know how to type, but he knew it required more than just hunting and pecking with your pointer fingers, but Jackson seemed to have adapted just fine.

Jackson had woken him that morning with a gentle kiss on the cheek. Kevin had woken him up by plopping his fat furry ass on his chest and swishing his tail across his face. The ginger terror was now purring in his carrier on the seat beside Jackson, giving Day a supercilious look. Kevin was a smug cat. Day decided he didn’t like smug felines. He shifted to reach for his earbuds and winced as he put his full weight on his ass. No matter how good Jackson’s cock had felt last night, Day was paying for it this morning.

“Are you alright?” Jackson asked, brows knitted together in concern.

Day gave him a half smile. “I’m fine. Nothing a bit of time won’t fix.”

Jackson pushed a button on the chair. “I’m going to be taking a conference call for the next hour. Please don’t disturb us.”

“Yes, sir,” Paolo said, his tone making it clear that he didn’t think there was a conference call.

The look on Jackson’s face made Day think there was no conference call, either. What was Jackson up to? He stood, pulling Day up with him and leading him over to the bench seat. “Kneel.”

“W-What?” Day said, flushing at the way he stuttered.

“Kneel on the seat. Now.”

Day shivered at Jackson’s authoritarian tone, but he did what he asked, feeling ridiculous. “What are you—”

Day gasped as Jackson dragged Day’s joggers and underwear down to his knees, his traitorous cock semi-hard just from Jackson’s barking tone. Jackson spread Day’s cheeks apart. Day dropped his head to his forearm, equal parts humiliated and turned on. Jackson’s finger probed Day’s entrance, but there was nothing sexy about it. He was almost clinical in his inspection.

“I’m just a little sore. You want to kiss it and make it better?”

Jackson’s finger disappeared, and there was some movement behind him. Day was about to shift to look over his shoulder when he felt Jackson’s beard scrape against one side of his ass then the other. Before he could fully understand Jackson’s intent, the broad sweep of his tongue licked across Day’s entrance.

“Jesus, Jackson.”

Jackson’s palm cracked against Day’s bare ass, ripping a gasp from his lungs. “Is that how you address me?”

Day moaned, spreading his legs without thought, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. “No, Daddy.” Jackson bit Day’s bottom on both cheeks, hard enough to leave impressions, and Day pushed back wanting more. “Spank me again, Daddy,” he begged, voice breathy.

Jackson’s palm came down hard on Day’s other cheek, and then Jackson was burying his face between his cheeks, his tongue laving over his entrance until Day’s nails were digging into the leather seat before him, moaning like he was performing in one of his shows. But this wasn’t an act. Jackson was dragging the sounds from Day with every touch until he heard himself mewling. Maybe they’d blame Kevin for the sounds Day was making?

Was this seriously happening? Was Jackson eating him out on a private jet with six other people on the opposite side of what had to be a not very sturdy divider? Jackson gripped his ass, pulling him apart so he could tease the tip of his tongue against Day’s abused hole. The ache combined with Jackson’s soft tongue had Day pushing himself back against Jackson, desperate for more.

Jackson pulled back, but before Day could protest, Jackson was pulling Day’s cock back between his legs, licking him from his tip all the way back to his hole. Day moaned as Jackson teased and played with him. It was so dirty, but so hot. When Jackson spit in his hand and wrapped it around Day’s cock, he was already so close to coming. Jackson’s tongue returned to his hole, fucking his tongue into him, as he jerked him in long, slow pulls that made Day’s eyes roll back from pleasure.

“Daddy…” Day managed before dropping his head to his forearm and burying his teeth in the flesh there. He couldn’t talk. His whole body was hot and flushed, his legs shaking, and he whimpered out pathetic sounds as he tried to force himself not to come.

Jackson pulled back. “That feel good, baby?”

“Nff,” was all Day could manage, all brain