Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,54

penetrating every cell in his body, fucking into the very core of him.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s it. You’re so fucking tight,” Jackson said against Day’s ear, his voice like gravel.

Day sobbed. Jackson’s fingers were playing with Day’s nipples, and his thighs were burning from the effort of working himself on Jackson’s dick. He was also so hard he might be able to come just from this, and he might have even said so out loud.

Day suddenly found himself upended. Jackson turned them both. “Knees on the chair, brat.”

Day did as Jackson commanded, his fingers trying to find purchase on the back of the chair as Jackson gripped Day’s hips and slammed back into him, ripping a cry of surprise from him. Jackson gripped Day’s hair in his hand, craning his head back for a sloppy kiss that had him fucking his tongue into Day’s mouth in time with his cock thrusting into Day’s slick hole. There was nothing soft about this. Jackson wasn’t worried about protecting Day, and he loved it. This was feral, animalistic, damn near a fucking felony, and Day never wanted Jackson to stop. He wanted to wake up with bruises on his hips and Jackson’s handprints on his ass and an ache inside that let him know Jackson had bred him hard and deep.

Jackson gave a hoarse shout, biting down on Day’s shoulder hard enough to pull a cry from his lips as Jackson spilled his release inside him. Jackson draped himself over Day, both of them fighting to suck air back into their lungs. Just when Day was sure Jackson was about to tell him this was a goodbye fuck, Jackson kissed the nape of his neck, his shoulders, his spine.

“You know you had that coming, right?” he asked, his voice no longer devoid of emotion.

Day hated the feeling of relief, the way his insides untwisted knowing Jackson wasn’t ready to throw him away yet. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jackson placed another gentle kiss on Day’s shoulder, right where he had bit him. “Good. Let’s go take a shower. If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you come tomorrow.”

Day looked down at his painfully swollen erection. “Tomorrow?” he pouted.

Jackson side-eyed him. “You’re lucky I didn’t say next week. Is that what you want?”

Day’s heart felt like it was floating, orgasm or no. “No, Daddy.”

Jackson slung a heavy arm over Day’s shoulders. “Good. Now, let’s go take a shower.”

Day had been quiet since his punishment. Quiet, but not upset. He seemed dazed or maybe just contemplative. He’d let Jackson wash him in the shower and he’d eaten the food Jackson brought to the bedroom without a word. When they laid down in bed and Jackson had rolled onto his side to wrap his arms around Day, he didn’t put up a fight. If anything, he snuggled deeper, resting his head on Jackson’s bicep, interlocking their fingers in a death grip.

Jackson didn’t know what was happening in Day’s head, but whatever it was seemed to be eating at him in a way he wasn’t ready to share with Jackson yet. Maybe he regretted what happened at Jackson’s mother’s house. Part of that was on Jackson. He should have known better than to spring his whole family on Day like that. He clearly had no experience with that level of socialization. Jackson wasn’t even entirely sure why he’d done it other than maybe to see if his mom saw in Day what he did.

“What’s it going to take?” Day asked, his voice a step above a whisper.

Jackson frowned. “For what?”

“For you to see I’m not worth all this effort you're making?” There was a thickness to Day’s words that nearly broke Jackson.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about for the last two hours? What you can do to get me to run?” Jackson asked, holding Day tighter.

“You have to see by now that I’m not worth all this. My brain is broken. My heart is broken. That’s never going to change,” he said.

“I don’t care,” Jackson said, pressing his lips to Day’s hair. “I don’t care if you never learn to read. I don’t care that you make your living in sex work. I don’t care that you yell at old ladies in grocery stores or you try to come out swinging even when nobody's looking to fight you. I don’t care.”

“Why?”

“Because my instincts tell me you’re the one for me.”

Day wiggled until Jackson loosened his grip enough to turn in his arms and look at him. Jackson used his thumbs