I turned in his arms and slid on top of him. I let my legs fall on the outside of his, and I leaned on one arm, my face just an inch or two from his.
His smile was surprised and warm. “Oh. Hello.”
“I’m testing a theory.”
He put his hand to my face and brushed my hair from my forehead. “And what’s that?”
“That I can improve on perfect.”
I kissed him softly at first, tilting my head just so, for the best angle. He opened his mouth for me, and I deepened the kiss, a charge of warmth filled me when our tongues touched. I put a hand beside his head so I could grind on him, needing the friction, needing to feel his strength underneath me.
He seemed to understand, or maybe he felt the same because he wrapped his arms around me. I was caged by his powerful hold, his hands were warm on my back, and I felt safe, adored, yet I was the one who set the tempo and rhythm.
I rubbed my erection against his through our clothes. The combination of both heat and hardness was both everything I needed and nowhere near enough. I rocked my hips, grinding on his cock, and he moaned into my mouth.
So I leaned back on my knees. He was a glorious sight. His shirt had ridden up enough to show me the skin above his waistband, his lips were flushed and swollen, he was breathless and beautiful.
I undid the button of his jeans and carefully unzipped the fly. I slid my hand underneath the elastic of his briefs and freed his cock. Sweet Lord have mercy, he was heaven on earth. His skin was silver in the moonlight and a drop of liquid shone at his slit. I leaned down and licked him, moaning at my salty reward.
“Oh, Lawson,” he murmured.
I smiled at him and undid my pants, and his nostrils flared and his breath caught. It was intoxicating to be in such control of him. I drew out my cock and gave myself a few strokes while he watched. The look on his face was complete awe and pleading. I shuffled up until our cocks aligned, and when I took him into my hand and slid our cocks together, Jack’s eyes rolled closed. He whispered, “Oh fuck.”
It was kind of clumsy but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he writhed with pleasure. His hands found purchase on my shirt, my neck, my face, and he brought me in for a hard, deep kiss. When we needed air, he pulled away. “God, you’re gonna make me come.”
I stroked our cocks harder, using our mix of precome as lube. “I wanted to have you inside me tonight, but I couldn’t wait. I needed to feel you now.”
He slid his hand along my jaw, his thumb at the corner of my mouth, and I took it in between my lips and sucked on it.
Jack flexed hard underneath me, and his cock surged in my hand. Pulse after pulse of come spilled from him, and the sight, the smell, tipped me over the edge.
The coil in my belly sprang, and the ache in my balls bloomed into pleasure, and I came on him. Jack held me while my orgasm rolled through me, and he caught me as I collapsed on top of him, utterly spent.
There were no other sounds but our breathing and the hammering of our hearts. Jack kissed the top of my head. “I think you kind of rewrote perfect.”
I snorted indelicately, still too boneless to do much else. “I think that orgasm just rewrote my DNA.”
Jack roared with laughter, the sound echoed loud and warm through my ear pressed to his chest. “That good, huh?”
The haze started to lift from my brain, and I realised I’d just done all that to him outside. Thank God he had no close neighbours. “Um, I’ve never had sex outside before.”
He chuckled and gave me a squeeze. “Me either. I think there’s a little devil inside you that likes to come out to play in the bedroom.”
I lifted my head and looked around. “Strange bedroom.”
He grinned, but then he turned serious. His eyes were dark and deep. “I will have you in my bedroom one of these days.”
I put my fingers to his lips, then replaced them with my lips. “Yes, you will.”
Before he could reply, I jumped up to my feet and tucked myself back in. “We should go inside and get cleaned up.”
I started to pack up our picnic. He was quick to join me, collecting the blanket before leading the way back inside. “I can get you another shirt,” he said.
“It’s okay. I brought a change of clothes. And an overnight bag…”
It took him a second to catch on. “Are you staying?”
I nodded, and the grin he gave me was something I’ll never forget. It made my stomach flip. “I’ll just go grab it.”
I took my bag from the Defender and Jack met me at the door. I stepped inside, he lifted my chin, kissing me sweetly, then he closed the door behind me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jack
After we showered and dressed for bed, I pulled back the covers and hopped in, then extended my arm out in invitation. He was cute as hell in his chequered sleep pants and plain T-shirt, and he bit his lip as he climbed in beside me.
I turned the bedside lamp off and quickly pulled him into my arms. I snuggled in a bit and kissed the side of his head, and he relaxed immediately.
“Just because you’re in my bed doesn’t mean I’m going to ravish you,” I whispered into his hair. “Not saying I won’t either, but the DNA-rewriting orgasm you gave me half an hour ago kind of took the edge off.”
I could feel him smile against my chest. “This is just as good. Actually, this is very good.”
I sighed, and a contentment settled over me like sinking into a warm bath. Sleep was quick to come for us, and the last thing I remembered was thinking that morning sex sounded pretty damn good.
*
“Wake up, sleepy head.”
I frowned and reached in the bed for Lawson, but I found only cold sheets. I cracked one eye open. He wasn’t in bed, he was standing beside the bed with a coffee cup in his hand.
“I made this for you.”
I groaned as I stretched out. The weight of my morning wood lay heavily across my hip. “What happened to morning sex?”
He laughed and put the cup on my bedside table. “I have butterflies to find.”
It was hard to be frustrated or even disappointed when he was so damned cute. He was basically vibrating with excitement.
“I’ll make toast,” he said on his way back out the door.
I sat up and sipped my coffee with smiling lips. Mmmm, it was good. “I could get used to this,” I mumbled.
“What was that?” he called out from the kitchen. There was a clanging of plates and cutlery.
“Nothing,” I replied, smiling at the empty doorway. The truth was, I liked having him here. I liked the sound of someone else pottering about, and I really, really liked the fact it was Lawson.
After a bathroom stop, I made my way to the kitchen to find Lawson buttering two pieces of toast. He proceeded to spread one with peanut butter and one with Vegemite without asking me which I wanted and slid the plate toward me. He picked up his own coffee and sipped it. “Hope you don’t mind. I made myself at home.”
“Not at all.”
I picked the peanut butter toast, Lawson took the Vegemite piece, and he smiled as he ate it. “So, will you be joining me again today?”
“Would you like me to?”
“Yes.”