by Lynn Lorenz
“Come in.” Edward reached out, grabbed Jack’s arm and pulled him inside. Jack stumbled on the threshold and caught himself on the door frame.
“Shit.” He stepped past Edward. Edward shut the door, catching a whiff of whiskey in the air.
“Are you drunk?”
“Not drunk enough,” Jack muttered.
“Why did you come to me?” Edward wanted answers, not excuses.
“You know why.” Jack’s voice deepened—his eyes flicked up, smoldering as he gazed at Edward. No one had ever looked at Edward that way.
Oh fuck. Edward felt like dessert and Jack was starving.
Jack stood an arm’s length away, his hungry gaze boring straight through Edward’s body with laser-beam accuracy.
Direct hit to the heart.
Edward would deal with regrets tomorrow morning. Tonight, he would be bananas Foster. With a cherry on top. God, he hoped Jack liked whipped cream.
Edward stepped close, wrapped his hand around the back of Jack’s neck and rose onto his toes. “You’re here because you want me.” He brushed his lips across Jack’s, teasing him. “You need me.” Another brush. “You crave me.” He licked Jack’s bottom lip.
Jack moaned and slipped one hand under Edward’s open shirt—the warmth of his palm singed Edward’s skin. Jack slid his other hand around Edward’s shoulders and pulled him against his hard body. Edward’s legs threatened to give way as he melted into Jack.
“Christ, I need you,” Jack whispered—then he crushed his mouth down on Edward’s. The taste of whiskey and Jack went straight to Edward’s head.
Edward’s heart soared. Jack wanted him. He’d risked being seen coming to Edward’s motel room. It was foolish and reckless and so fucking romantic Edward thought he’d die.
Jack could do whatever he wanted to Edward. Edward just wanted Jack. Wanted his tongue, his touch, his cock. Edward’s knees buckled under a wave of complete surrender.
Jack grabbed him, hands tightening on Edward’s arms, lifting him, pushing him, forcing him backward. Edward’s legs hit the bed and with a hard shove from Jack, Edward fell backward.
Jack straddled Edward at the hips and flung open the sides of Edward’s shirt, exposing his smooth chest and taut stomach. Edward had never seen such passion, desire and lust, but it was all over Jack’s face, in his eyes and in the heat of his demanding hands.
“I crave you, Edward.” Lowering his head, Jack nuzzled Edward’s neck, taking deep breaths, sucking air in as he drank in Edward’s scent. “You smell so fucking good, baby.”
Edward cradled Jack’s head and buried his fingers in Jack’s hair. Jack licked his neck and sent shivers down Edward’s spine. His cock, trapped in his jeans, begged for Jack’s touch.
Edward’s hips surged up but Jack’s weight held him down, pinning him to the bed. Jack’s cock, a thick lump in his jeans, rubbed against Edward’s belly. The rough fabric abraded and heated his skin, yet the metal buttons were cold. He didn’t know whether to shiver or shudder.
For a starving man, Jack moved slowly, taking his time, relishing his dessert. Edward had expected fast and furious, but so like Jack, even in his passion there was control.
“I tried. God knows I tried to resist you, Edward. But tonight, I couldn’t stand it another moment.” The anger in Jack’s raspy voice told Edward more than just his words had that he’d fought the attraction, struggled with whatever demons raged inside him and lost.
Jack licked Edward’s neck below his ear, traced down his throat and nipped his skin. Tasting. Stroking, using his tongue like a finger, teasing and prodding. Moving lower, Jack baby-kissed his way to Edward’s chest, to encircle an already hard nipple.
Edward moaned and dug his fingers into Jack’s scalp, guiding him to where the ache lay. “Oh yes.” Jack’s warm tongue flicked against his nub, and as if there were a direct line from Edward’s nipple to his cock, he felt the zap. It was such sweet torture and Edward wanted it to last as long as they both could stand it.
Jack captured Edward’s hands and held him down, fingers entwined, pressing him into the bed. Overpowering Edward as he feasted on Edward’s body. Nipples, chest, belly, ribs, even under his arms—all were tasted, nipped, licked and sucked with excruciating slowness as Jack, draped over Edward’s body, fed on him like some incubus.
Edward would give Jack anything he wanted, whatever he needed. Tonight, Edward would hold nothing back.
Jack looked up as he zigzagged his tongue down Edward’s stomach. “You’re so beautiful. Christ, you taste so delicious.”
Their gazes met. Edward smiled at the desire he saw in Jack’s darkened eyes. Had anyone ever lusted after him like this? Had he ever been so desired or felt so sexy?
Edward had had his share of lovers, anonymous and known, but none of their eyes had held the depth, the intensity, the sheer need, that Jack’s gaze did right now. Edward ached with the realization that this was everything he’d been searching for and all that had been missing from his life.
And he’d only have it for this one night.
Jack slipped lower on the bed, between Edward’s legs, and flicked open the button on Edward’s jeans.
“Did you pick these jeans out knowing they’d drive me crazy?” He nipped Edward’s hip bone above his jeans.
“I didn’t know you would be there.”
“Then who did you wear them for?” He laid a kiss beneath Edward’s navel.
“For me.” Edward held back.
“Bullshit. You’re aware of how fucking hot you look in them. You’re a tease, aren’t you?” He fingered the rip on one thigh, just above the knee. The soft, frayed edges tickled Edward as Jack’s nail scraped his skin. “Was it Sammi?” His inquisitor was subtle, insistent and ruthless.
Edward gasped. “I didn’t know he’d be there.”
“Rush or Brian then? Tell me.” Again, the scratch of hard nail against soft skin. Edward shuddered, his resolve crumbling under his lust.
“Rush. I wore them for Rush.” Edward gave up his secret.
“Why? He’s with Brian.” Jack nudged Edward’s zipper down partway, each click click click like the report of a gun, loud and shocking.
“When I met him, he flirted with me. He said my butt was cute.”
“Your ass isn’t cute.” Jack smirked. “It’s fucking gorgeous. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it at the traffic stop.” He rubbed his face over the bulge in Edward’s pants and took Edward’s zipper between his teeth.
Edward watched as Jack unzipped his pants the rest of the way. Jack slid his hands down Edward’s arms to trap Edward’s fingers. So dominant. So alpha male. So in control. Edward wanted to be dominated, wanted Jack to manhandle him. To feel Jack’s superior strength and be helpless against it. Helpless against the force that was Jack.
To be taken by such an incredible man as Jack.
Edward had never felt so turned on, so on the edge of coming, so in need of a fucking.
And his dick let Jack know all about it. It strained at his pre-cum-soaked black briefs, giving Jack all the proof he’d need.
Jack splayed Edward’s pants, exposing the length of his cock hidden under the soft cotton fabric. He mouthed Edward’s dick as he sucked it through the cloth.
Edward groaned and arched his hips, but Jack held him down as he nibbled along the length, reached the tip, then with his teeth, lowered the waistband to expose the angry red head of Edward’s dick.
“Oh please, Jack,” Edward begged. Just one touch and he knew he’d be gone.
“What do you want, baby?” Jack’s piercing gaze skewered him.
“Lick me. Suck me. I don’t care, just touch me.” Edward didn’t bother to hide the need in his voice—he let Jack see it in his eyes, let him feel it in the trembling of his body and the leaking of his cock.
God, if his balls were any tighter they’d be inside him. Edward hovered on the edge of coming, the slow fire tickling his spine, building, ready to explode.
Jack tenderly
rubbed his face against the tip, his lips brushed over it in a caress, then parted as his tongue darted out to taste the fluid that dripped like pearls on a string from Edward’s slit to his belly.
Jack took the head of Edward’s cock in his mouth and sucked.
Oh sweet, merciful God. Warm, wet, Jack was a haven, a home, a place where Edward felt safe and secure and—his heart stuttered—loved.
Great shudders ran through him and he bucked, cried out and came, spilling down Jack’s throat.
Jack leaned his cheek against Edward’s belly as his mouth captured Edward’s cum. Jack’s strong hands had captured Edward’s body. And his tenderness had captured Edward’s heart.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jack released him, gave a few quick licks to Edward’s balls then climbed back up to lie next to him. Cupping Edward’s face, Jack kissed him, and Edward opened for him. He stroked Jack’s tongue with his and their hands relaxed but remained joined.
It was perfect. They cuddled. Actually cuddled. He’d never figured Jack for a cuddler, but he wasn’t complaining. Edward floated in the afterglow that came with sex, but he wasn’t tired. He was energized. Ready to go, to do more. So much more.
So was his cock. Just the idea of Jack fucking him got him hard and they hadn’t even gotten all their clothes off yet.
Jack’s kisses deepened as he roamed over Edward’s neck and down to his chest again. Lapped his nipples. Edward arched like a cat, purring.
“Baby, I want you.” Jack’s breath warmed his skin.
“You’ve got me. From the moment you shot my car.”
Jack laughed just like he had at the dinner tonight, let Edward go, sat up and pulled off Edward’s jeans and briefs as Edward got out of his shirt. Naked, he stretched out on the bed, stroking his cock in a wanton display for Jack.
“God, you’re so beautiful. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Jack sat back on his legs as he ran his fingertips over Edward’s body, sending tremors traveling like tiny aftershocks after them.
Edward cupped his balls and never let his gaze stray from Jack’s. There was no need to speak—his eyes told his intentions. Jack ran his tongue over his lips. His eyes darkened, his pupils large and liquid. Hungry again.
Reveling in Jack’s desire for him, Edward pumped his dick, feeling the sweet ache of building arousal. Jack watched, shifting his gaze between Edward’s hand and his face, as if he couldn’t decide which one he wanted to focus on.
“I seem to be the only one naked.” Edward raised an eyebrow.
Jack stood and stripped for him. Each motion was slow and deliberate, designed to tease and titillate. And it did. It made Edward crazy, impatient, more than ready for Jack to fuck him. He didn’t know how Jack could have such control.
It took forever for Jack to unbutton his damned shirt and give Edward a glimpse of chest, but when Jack’s shirt fell away at last, Edward was not disappointed.
Brown hair covered the space between Jack’s pecs, trailing down over his belly to disappear in his jeans. He had the sexiest dark-brown nipples, hard as bullets, that Edward had ever seen. His skin wasn’t pale, but a nice, light tan, as if his summer tan had faded. Strong, muscular arms, broad shoulders—everything about him turned Edward on.
And when Jack flicked open the buttons to his jeans and pushed them down, and Edward realized Jack had been going commando, Edward shivered.
Jack’s long, thick cock stood straight out from dark, thick curls. Blood-engorged, brown, its skin looked velvet-soft. Jack’s balls were full and heavy and made Edward’s mouth water.
“Talk about beautiful. You take my breath away.” Edward held out his hand, inviting, beckoning. “I want you inside me.”
Jack climbed onto the bed and covered Edward with his body. Their cocks slid and scraped against each other as Jack wrapped him in his arms.
“Oh God, baby. It’s been so long since I’ve done this,” Jack whispered, as if Edward couldn’t hear the longing, the desperation, in Jack’s voice. Jack’s slow grind of his hips against him and the feel of Jack’s cock pressed into his belly drove Edward nuts.
Edward pointed to the nightstand. “Condoms. Lube.”
Jack slid off him and retrieved the needed items. He tossed them on the other side of Edward, then went back to stroking Edward as if he couldn’t get enough of the feel of his skin, as if memorizing it because he feared it would be a long time before he did this again.
Edward lay there and experienced every stroke, every glide of Jack’s hands. His fingers were gentle, a bit rough, but not hard and callused but with a strength that hid just below their surface. Edward committed their touch to memory.
When Jack reached Edward’s belly, he stopped, grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers. “Spread ’em.”
“Yes, sir.” Edward moved his legs apart. “I hope this is the body cavity search.”
Jack chuckled. “An officer has to be thorough.”
“Of course.” Edward bent one leg up and to the side and lifted his balls out of the way to give Jack a clear view.
“Christ.” Jack hissed and ran his finger from the tip of Edward’s weeping cock, dragging down the midline of his scrotum to the soft skin underneath and straight to his hole. Edward shuddered as the touch ended with a gentle pressure against his opening.
Edward gathered the bedspread in his hands, clutching at it in his readiness to be penetrated. He loved that first breaching, the straining of his muscles, their fight not to let the intruder in then the pleasure in their ultimate defeat and surrender.
Jack pressed his slick fingers once, twice, then as Edward pushed out, Jack slipped in.
“Oh God, you’re so hot, baby. So tight.” Jack finger-fucked Edward. “I haven’t touched a man like this in so long.”
“How long?”
After a long pause, Jack whispered, “Years.”
Edward couldn’t think of a thing to say to that admission.
To Edward, it was unthinkable to go years without touching or being touched. Without physical contact or a relationship with a man. What would such denial do to a man’s soul? What had it done to Jack? Perhaps Edward’s need to be cared for, his longing to be loved, were the reasons for all his failed relationships.
But he’d rather die than never be touched, caressed, fucked.
Jack seemed to have controlled that need, or eliminated it.
Until now. Edward didn’t know whether to be flattered or sad. Flattered that Jack couldn’t resist him, or sad that Jack had been alone and untouched for so long.
“It’s so good, Jack.” Edward purred as he rode Jack’s finger, his hips begging Jack to take it deeper. “More,” he whimpered.
Jack smiled. “More? Like this?” His finger pushed in further and brushed across Edward’s gland.
“Oh God!” Edward arched off the bed, his cock slapping against his belly. If Jack kept this up, he’d come in no time.
“That’s it, baby. I know you want it.”
“Yes. I want it. Fuck me, Jack. Before I come.” Edward grabbed his balls and pulled them, cutting off his orgasm. “Now.”
But Jack didn’t stop. He kept working Edward’s bump. With each pass, Edward groaned. Sweat beaded on his brow and his hand shook as he clutched his balls.
“Please!” Edward cried out. “Wanna come!”
“Then come. I’m in no hurry to fuck you.” Jack leaned down, licked the inside of Edward’s thigh, gave him a quick nip then latched on to the tender flesh and marked him.
Edward thought he’d lose his mind. He let go of his balls and in a single breath was right back at the top of the roller coaster, on the crest of the big drop, and Jack just kept it coming, kept raking over his sweet spot, kept driving him right over. The. Fucking. Edge.
“Jack!”
Edward’s cum spurted, hot, ropy jets splattering against his belly as his body shook, convulsing around Jack’s finger.
“That’s it, baby. I can feel you. Ride my finger.”<
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Edward collapsed. Jack had wrenched one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever had from him. It had been mind-shattering, because Edward had lost his mind and the ability to speak.
He opened his mouth, but only a low, long moan came out.
Jack leaned over and filled Edward’s open mouth with his tongue. Limp, Edward couldn’t fight him. Jack made his presence known as he stroked every inch of Edward’s mouth with his tongue, dominating him.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you, baby.” Evil. Jack was evil and wicked and unbelievably hot. He was unrelenting. Unstoppable.
Thank God.
Edward’s arousal soared again. Eager, he reached down and pulled his knees back, spreading himself for Jack. “I’m all yours.”
Jack put his hands on the back of Edward’s thighs, pushed up and leaned down to lick Edward’s hole. “I’ve always wondered what this would be like.” Jack lapped him a few times and pulled back.
“And?”
“Fucking delicious. Just like every part of you.” Then he gave Edward a sexy grin, dived back between Edward’s thighs and continued his assault on his ass.
Edward’s hands trembled as he held his legs. “I’m ready, baby. Now. Please.”
“Please?” Jack peered up, his hair falling across his forehead. Oh fuck, he looked so hot, so sexy.
“Please. Need you,” Edward begged.
Jack sat up, ripped open the condom, rolled it on and squeezed out some lube. He slicked up all eight inches and climbed back over Edward. After positioning his cockhead at the entrance to Edward’s body, he pushed in.
Edward relaxed, let out his breath and with Jack’s next push, opened for him.
“Oh God. Sweet fucking Jesus,” Jack groaned. “So tight. Yeah.” Another push and his cock slid all the way in.
Filled with Jack’s dick, Edward groaned, caught his breath and let his body adjust to the needed intrusion.
“Gotta move.” Edward wasn’t sure if Jack warned him or if he begged him.
Edward pulled back then surged up, taking the first stroke, letting Jack know he could move. “Fuck me.”
Jack did. Slow at first, his pumping was rhythmic, intentional, controlled. Each stroke designed to bring Edward pleasure. Above him, Jack’s body stretched tighter than a drum, the muscles in his arms and chest corded with the effort it must have taken to go so slow, when all he must have wanted to do was hammer Edward’s ass.