Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,90

the glove box. “Put your foot on the dashboard,” Jackson growled.

Day had no idea what was happening, but he didn’t even care. “Yes, Daddy.”

Day yelped as Jackson’s finger, cool with lube, pressed against his hole.

He looked up at Jackson with amusement. “You keep lube in the car?”

Jackson didn’t smile back, just looked into Day’s eyes and sank his slick finger inside to the third knuckle, pulling a gasp from Day. “With you, baby, I keep lube literally everywhere. I know how you get.”

Day rocked himself on Jackson’s finger, gripping the back of his neck just for something to hold on to. “How do I get, Daddy?”

“Needy,” Jackson said, biting at the shell of Day’s ear. “Desperate for Daddy to stuff your tight little hole whenever and wherever you want it,” Jackson murmured. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

God, Day had missed this. Had missed feeling wanted. “Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy. I need it so bad.”

“Bad enough to ride Daddy right here in the car?” Jackson murmured, forcing a second finger in with the first and curving his fingers into Day’s prostate, driving a guttural moan from him.

“Oh, fucking fuck. Yes, Daddy. Yes. Yes. Yes,” Day chanted, long past caring about his spent cock or how oversensitive every nerve ending felt. He just wanted Jackson inside him.

The next couple of minutes were a comedy of errors and muttered apologies with seats moving too slow and Day’s ass in the passenger window and even Jackson’s zipper getting stuck and him ripping his jeans like the hulk, but as soon as Day straddled him and felt the thick head of Jackson’s cock sliding home, all laughter stopped. Day swallowed the lump in his throat as he sank down onto Jackson, his body readjusting to Jackson’s sensual invasion one inch at a time.

It hurt. Not like Day usually hurt those days, more a sharp sting, like his body fighting to remember. Day didn’t care if it hurt. Having Jackson back inside him was everything. Having Jackson grip his hips and look at him like he was beautiful and wanted and normal felt like everything Day had missed these past four months.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and warm. I missed this,” Jackson told him, almost like he could read Day’s mind. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

It was an odd comment seeing as how they were almost always together, but Day let it go, kissing Jackson as he started thrusting up into Day with purpose, each thrust driving the breath from Day as he panted against Jackson’s lips. Day didn’t get hard again, just clung to Jackson. Day didn’t care about getting off again. He just wanted Jackson’s touch, his scent, the feel of his breaths and the way he moved inside him, like Day was the most important thing in his world.

Day could feel Jackson was close, his thrusts erratic as he started to drive up into Day while dragging his body down to meet him, again and again, until he gave one last hard thrust. He pulled Day down, their mouths colliding as Jackson gave a hoarse shout as his cock throbbed inside Day, spilling his release.

Day collapsed on top of Jackson with a satisfied sound. “That was just what I needed.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

Day stayed where he was, Jackson’s softening cock still inside him. Jackson’s fingertips traced patterns on Day’s back while he hid his face in the crook of Jackson’s neck.

“What did you mean earlier?”

“What did I mean about what, baby?” Jackson asked groggily.

“You said you’ve missed me. We see each other all the time.”

Jackson gave a heavy sigh that shook Day to his core. It was a sigh that spoke volumes. “Yeah, I know, beautiful. But once a month, like clockwork, you start to pull away from me again, and then I have to start over with you, scale your new reinforced slightly higher walls.” Day didn’t pick his head up. He couldn’t. He didn’t want Jackson to see his tears. “I know why you do it, and I don’t even mind that I’m the only one you do it to, but when you get into those phases where you withdraw into yourself, it’s lonely out here. Especially when I’m all alone. These last couple of weeks have been the longest you’ve shut me out.”

Day did sit up when it became clear Jackson had said his peace. Day opened his mouth to deny the allegations, but, instead, his words just started spilling from his mouth and the tears started rolling down his cheeks unbidden,