“Oh.”
“They’ve promised to leave early, though. I hope you don’t mind.”
His blush deepened. “Not at all.”
I traced the heat across his cheek with my thumb, then gave him butterfly kisses along his cheekbone. His breath caught, and he slid his hand around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Fuck. I pushed him against the kitchen counter, and he deepened the kiss with a groan from the back of his throat.
God, I could kiss him forever.
And just when I took a breath and kissed him again, the microwave beeped and startled us. I laughed at myself for jumping, and Lawson licked his bottom lip. “That would be the rice,” I said lamely. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off his mouth. “Which we could totally ignore for a while.” I kissed him again, only this time to be interrupted by the oven timer.
He chuckled. “I think the universe is trying to tell us something.”
“Yeah. If I burn Remmy’s trout, she’ll kill me.” So I served dinner, which was outstanding. Lawson made a point of complimenting the rice and steamed beans and baby squash, knowing it was the only thing I’d done. But we sipped wine and made small talk about new government environmental protection laws, climate change, and music, but there was an underlying static, a charge of sexual tension that never went away.
It was in every forkful of food, every lick of his lips, and in every sip of his wine. It was in his eyes when he looked at me, in how his fingers held his wine glass. Even the line of his jaw, his neck, the timbre of his voice. Every single thing he did turned me on.
He took a sip of wine and slowly put the glass on the table. “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t say no to whatever it is you want to do to me.”
Oh, fuck.
I couldn’t speak for a second. I had to take a breath first. “I can’t help it. And I can’t even bring myself to apologise. You’re sexy as hell, Lawson, and you have no idea what it is I want to do to you.”
His cheeks flamed but his eyes darkened. He held my gaze, daringly. “Does it, in any part, involve your mouth on my body?”
All pretences were down and I was done for. Every nerve in my body was a live wire, and my cock throbbed and my balls ached with need. I stood up, my chair scraping on the floorboards. I walked around to his side of the table, and he never even attempted to stand up. He simply sat there and stared up at me with a knowing, brazen smirk and waited for me to make my move.
CHAPTER TEN
Lawson
Jack held out his hand, which I took and stood up, but instead of leading me to the sofa or to his bedroom, as I’d hoped he would, he pushed me against the dining table. With my arse pressed into the wood, he pushed his body against mine and kissed me like he owned me.
He pinned me where I was with his body and his arms wrapped tight around me. I could feel his desperation in the strength of his hold. It was possessive and pure desire. He swept his tongue into my mouth, owning every part of me he touched.
He was clearly aroused, his erection pressed hard against mine. He ground against me for the friction we both craved, never breaking his mouth from mine.
A passion had sparked between us that I’d never known could exist. I wanted him with every cell in my body.
He was pressing me so hard against the table, it moved under our weight. I lifted my feet and wrapped my legs around the backs of his thighs, just about to beg him to take me to bed.
He gripped his huge hand around my thigh and just when I thought he was going to hitch my leg higher, even pick me up and carry me to bed, he lowered my foot to the floor. I pulled my mouth from his to protest. I was so turned on, my erection wouldn’t recede on its own. I needed him to touch me… “Jack, please.”
His lips were plump and wet, his eyes unfocused and filled with a fire I’d not seen before. His chest heaved and his nostrils flared, then slowly, he went to his knees in front of me.
“Oh, God.”
He undid my belt, roughly pulling it through the buckle. Then he popped the button and undid the fly like he was about to defuse a bomb. He was taking his time, possibly savouring the moment, and all I wanted was his mouth.
I ran my hand through his hair. “Jack.” My tone might have been sharper than I intended.
He looked up at me and smiled. “Yes?”
“Please.” I wasn’t even ashamed to beg. I was desperate for his touch, his mouth, anything. He pulled the front of my briefs down, finally freeing my erection. But he gave me no relief. I fisted his hair this time. “Just fucking suck me.”
He hummed and took the head of my cock into his mouth, finally. The warm, wet heat was exquisite. He sucked me down, tonguing my shaft before pulling off. “I do like it when you curse.” He held my cock up and nuzzled the underside. “I can’t wait to hear your filthy mouth when I’m finally inside you.”
My cock jerked in his hold, and he chuckled again. “That’s what I thought.” Then he took me into his mouth again, pumping my base with one hand and sucking me hard.
“Oh God. Jack, you’re gonna make me come.”
He hummed around me, encouraging me to come. With my hand still gripping his hair, I thrust into his throat and he took me. I tried to warn him, but my orgasm shattered through me and I released into his throat.
The room spun as the perfect moment of bliss and ecstasy consumed me. As the euphoric haze dissipated, I saw Jack was now on his feet, smugly licking his lips. He wasted no time in kissing me, sharing the taste of me. I could barely catch my breath and loved every moment.
I pulled him harder against me, and the press of his still-hard cock at my hip reminded me of his need. I broke the kiss. “Your turn.”
“You don’t have to,” he whispered.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “I want it. Please tell me I can.”
He let out a low growl that sounded like desperation. “God yes.”
I took his hand and led him to his couch. I pushed him back on it and quickly knelt between his legs. I undid his belt, then the button and fly of his pants. His eyes were dark and his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. He put his hand to my face like he was lost for words. Not breaking eye contact, I freed his cock. The smell of musk and desire made my mouth water.
I looked down then to see his cock. He was well in proportion, big all over. A good eight inches, solid girth, and veins. “Oh, that’s beautiful,” I murmured. I licked my lips and leaned down, tasting his precome. Salty and sweet and everything I wanted. I licked his head, tonguing his frenulum, eliciting a strangled groan from him. So I took him into my mouth and sucked him mercilessly.
“Ugh.” Jack’s hips came off the couch. “Fuck, Lawson. Yeah, just like that.” He put his hand on my head, and I hummed to let him know I liked it. “So good.”