Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

Jackson

I lowered Ayen to the soft mossy ground slowly, hooking my arm around his waist from behind to keep him from moving too far away from me. My lips found his easily, molding against those soft, plush cushions that he opened for me immediately, sucking me in with the kind of desperation I felt down to my bones.

His cheeks were still wet from his tears, brushing up against mine when he tilted his head to the side to deepen our kiss.

I wanted to kill that son of a bitch he called a husband. If the man wasn't already fucking dead, I'd leave this property tonight and go find him to finish the fucking job.

How dare he put his hands on Ayen?

My sweet baby bird who couldn't even hurt a fly but had apparently been forced to do the worst thing a human could ever possibly do. And the justice system punishing him by forcing him into prison with other offenders who'd knowingly broken the law because they thought they were above it was just the cherry on top of an already fucked up cake.

What kind of ‘justice' was that?

And after he got out, he'd have to deal with that on his record for the rest of his life. That sounded like no justice to me.

It infuriated me. I hope that man rotted in fucking hell for the rest of eternity.

Grabbing at the front of Ayen's waistband, I unbuckled the tool kit from around him. The vials inside of it clinked softly as I pushed them away from us so that they wouldn't get damaged. I at least still had some sense about me, even though my mind was filled with Ayen, Ayen, Ayen.

I'd show him how to be properly treated—what being with a real man felt like. Not some spineless coward who beat their partner because deep down they knew they weren't good enough.

My father was like that. Growing up, he'd been the stereotypical jock that had wanted his sons to follow in his footsteps and join the military and make something of themselves.

Carter had done that, acted as the proper son that my father should've been proud of. But nothing had ever been good enough for that man. And eventually, it'd weighed on my brother too much for him to bear it any longer.

My brother, and Ayen both, deserved so much better in the end but still had shit to show for it.

When Ayen's legs came up to wrap around my waist, I scooped him up again into my lap and worked the zipped on the front of his jumper down until he could slip both of his arms out of the sleeves. He wrapped his bare arms around my neck while I rolled my tongue along his. The tent in his pants was pressed up against my waist, teasing me.

Fuck, I needed to get him naked pronto.

Keeping him against me with one arm, I used the other to shed my jacket and toss it onto the ground behind him. I laid him back down, keeping him half in my lap with his legs still wrapped around me.

I stroked my hands along his bare skin, touching him and teasing him as I went. Using both of my fingers, I pinched at his nipples, driving a small, surprised squeak out of him that had me chuckling against his mouth.

"Sensitive little thing, aren't you," I said, my voice low and husky. I trailed my lips along his jaw, tracing up to where the shell of his ear was. He shivered again when I nipped at it, taking the lobe into my mouth and flicking it a few times with my tongue.

"Jax," he moaned.

God, I loved the sound of him saying my name like that.

"Want do you want, baby?" I asked, letting go and nuzzling my nose against the side of his face, inhaling his unique scent. I couldn't fucking get enough of him. I need to touch and taste him as much as I needed water to live. "You tell me."

"You." His thighs squeezed around me. "I want you."

That cute little cock of his jerked against my waist, still covered by the bottom half of his jumpsuit. Mine was also dying to get out of my thick trousers and find that soft heat of his that I knew would feel like fucking heaven once I pressed up against it.

"You want all of me?" I asked. I had a feeling, but I needed to be sure. I wasn't going to press him if all he wanted was another blowjob or something low-key, which I'd be more than satisfied to give him.

He nodded, rolling his hips against me. "You have anything on you?"

"Condoms? No. Some kind of lube? I can get creative."

He huffed out a laugh. "I know that wasn't meant to be sexy, but…"

I grinned and lifted myself up from where I'd buried my face in his neck. His smile was a dream, a beautiful change from the absolutely heart-shattered despair that had been on it a few minutes ago. I hated that look on him; it felt too much like angels crying or something equally as biblical.

"Are you okay with that?" I reached over to grab the pack I'd thrown onto the ground the second I'd taken him into my arms. "No protection?"

I slid it back over to me and parted the zipper with one of my hands, my other finding the spot right where Ayen's jumpsuit was still partially zipped and his skin was showing at his hip. He was warm under my hand, solid. I squeezed him, making sure all of this was still real and not some fantasy my mind had cooked up in a dream.

"He was my first," Ayen said, his fingers flexing around my arm. "My only."

I'll be your last, is almost what came spilling out of my mouth in response. Fuck, I really had it bad for him. Not even inside of him yet and I was already hearing the damn wedding bells.

Though, I doubted Ayen would ever want to get married again. Not after what happened with his first husband.

I was getting ahead of myself.

Grabbing the travel-sized bottle of aloe I kept, I shoved my pack away again and set the bottle down next to us. "I'm clean."

He nodded, not even needing me to elaborate further as he said, "I trust you."

My heart thundered in my chest.

The fact that some other man had taken advantage of him killed me. He was so trusting, maybe a little too much so for his own good. And for someone to have taken that and used it to their advantage truly sickened me.

That stopped here. I don't know how I was going to accomplish it but starting now, I wouldn't allow anyone to take him for granted again.

Ayen unhooked his legs from around me, pulling them back just enough to help me lift him and slip the bottom half of his jumpsuit and boots off of his body. He was as beautiful as I remembered him from last night, now fully revealed to me through the breaks of sunlight through the thick canopy over us.

His tanned skin was flawless and smooth, a dusting of hair trailing down to his hard cock that rested against his lower belly, straining to be touched. I fisted my hand around it immediately, not being able to help myself.

Ayen groaned, his back arching. "Ohhhh…"

I stroked my hand down him slowly, lovingly. Beads of precum leaked out from the engorged tip and down to my hand where I spread it along his shaft as I continued to move my hand, working him.

"Jax," his voice was strained. He reached out to grab at the moss-covered ground, fingers clenching tightly around it. "Please…"

My own cock jerked in my pants, completely on board with the begging.

I'd had subs before beg for me to fill them, on their hands and knees as they presented themselves to me like cats in heat. None of them had ever come close to turning me on quite like this. Ayen's unabashed want for me was so intoxicating that I was willing to drown on it.

"Hold still," I told him and let go of him.

Standing, I quickly kicked my boots off and yanked my undershirt off, tossing them both toward my pack with little care.

Ayen sat up on his elbows to watch me, his eyes practically bulging out of his head when I shrugged my pants down and stepped out of them.

"Like what you see?" I teased.

His mouth dropped open, his eyes directly narrowing in on my cock.

Its heavy weight bounced while I moved, sinking back down to my knees on the soft moss in front of him and scooting closer so that he could wrap his legs around me again if he wanted to.

"Fuck," he mumbled. "You're fucking huge…"

I chuckled, scooping the bottle of aloe off of the ground. "Oh, he flatters me."

"Um…"

I glanced at him, uncapping the bottle as he spoke.

"So, the last time I did this was three years ago."

"You'll be okay, Ayen. I won't hurt you." Probably. Good thing I had a ton of aloe in this bottle.

He didn't look convinced in the slightest, and instead of leaning back and parting his legs for me, he shot forward and wrapped a hand around my shaft. A small gasp left my lips. Not only were his beautiful, long fingers practically dwarfed when wrapped around me like that, but he squeezed me perfectly while stroking up and down a few times.

"I knew you would be," he mumbled, more to himself than to me. "I could tell."

I lowered my lids halfway over my eyes. A deep heat settled into my gut. "Did you?"

Grabbing his wrist, I held him still and rolled my hips back, rearing them forward in a slow motion. He kept his hand firm around me as I fucked myself into his fist, a small and strangled moan leaving him.

"I'm gonna bury myself so damn deep in you, Ayen," I breathed out. I wasn't even pressed against his pretty hole yet and I was already getting lost in the blissful lust. "You want that, don't you?"

He nodded with his lips parted, wet from obsessively licking them. If we had more time, I'd let him take a taste of me. But even now, we were working on borrowed time. Soon, I'd need to radio in to the group and check in so that a search party wasn't sent after us.

While I continued to move my hips, I let go of his wrist in order to drizzle a generous amount of aloe on my fingers, rubbing them together a few times to coat the digits thoroughly.

"Lean back, honey," I said.

Obedient as ever, he let go of my cock and lay back down onto my jacket. He lifted his legs up from the ground automatically, tilting his hips back just enough to reveal himself to me.

I groaned and traced my thumb along his rim, circling around it a few times while his body clenched and unclenched to try and tease one of my fingers inside of him. His balls were drawn up tight, swollen from how much he needed to come.

What a pretty picture he made.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous," I told him, meaning it.

I slipped my thumb inside of him slowly, the heat of his body engulfing me immediately.

"Oh," Ayen mumbled, fanning his legs out more for me.

I pulled out the digit and smeared more aloe over him, coating him generously before working my finger back inside. His head fell back to rest against my jacket.

When I slowly added another finger, he let out a high-pitched whine, his body jolted when I curled them inside to search around for the sweet spot.

"Mmm, right…" He gasped. "There."

I smiled, stroking along the gland a few times until his body was rocking itself to work my fingers deeper as I added a third. He was a damn natural, taking in the intrusion and bearing down just enough to get his body used to it again.

I couldn't wait to sink inside of him, let him ride me until he came all over the both of us.

"Jax," he murmured.

I slipped my fingers out of his hole, and he clenched around the emptiness a few times with a whine. I grabbed one of his legs and hooked it around me, pulling him closer toward my lap. Slathering more aloe over my cock, I fisted my hand around the head and gave myself a quick few strokes to coat myself.

The head of my cock pressed against his entrance, rubbing along that tight rim until he opened up to me again, begging me to slide in again.

"Ready?"

He nodded wordlessly.

Grabbing onto his other leg, I pushed it down against his chest and held it there while I breached him. He squirmed under me, his nails digging into my arm to hold on while I slowly worked myself into his tight little hole.

Fuck, it was like a damn vice grip, trying to milk me of my cum before I could even get halfway inside of him. I could see how he'd make the perfect little sex doll, being so good for me and letting me do whatever I wanted to him.

Ayen's body jolted again when I rolled my hips, nailing him right in that sweet spot of his that had him choking out a soft ‘please' to me.

Jesus, he was going to actually be the death of me.

I started us slow, moving in shallow thrusts until I felt his body open up to me. It didn't take long, his hole greedy and needing to be pounded into like the good little sub he was meant to be.

I kept my hold on his hip firm as I began to pull almost all the way out of him and then slam back inside until my hips were pressed flush against his ass. The soft clapping sounds of our skin making contact with each other was drowned out by the creek next to us, barely heard even as Ayen's body rippled from how hard I was slamming into him.

His moans were loud and so slutty sounding that I had to reach over and grab his chin to force him to look at me as he continued. I needed those sounds directed completely at me. His pupils were blown out, completely lost in the lust of our bodies finally coming together after beating around the bush for so long.

"Fuck," I gritted through my teeth. I wasn't going to last long, not at this rate. He was too much of a turn-on for me to hold back.

Ayen's mouth dropped open while he rapidly pulled in lungfuls of air. I adjusted my hips just enough inside of him to nail his sweet spot with each pass of my cock head.

A few tears leaked from his eyes as he stared at me, so damn gone and lost to the pleasure that was no doubt racking his body.

He painted me the pretty goddamn picture of himself that I was going to burn into my memories for as long as I walked this Earth.

He bared down on me, clenching tight. "J… Jax…"

"Come, baby," I demanded. "You be a good boy and come so that I can fill you up."

His eyes squeezed shut while his body tensed. Without even having to reach down between us and touch him, his cock began to pump out thick squirts of cum, coating his stomach entirely with it.

I held him down when he began to squirm again, overwhelmed with the pleasure, keeping him pinned while I worked my cock in him as deeply as I could. The caveman part of my brain was taking over, driving me into fucking him hard and fast.

He cried out, his nails digging into my skin again, causing my hips to stutter. My entire body tensed up as I exploded inside of him. Cum poured out of me in what felt like wave after wave, coating him from the inside out as I continued to try and thrust myself inside of him.

Some of my spend leaked out between us, dripping down onto my jacket and causing a sticky mess when I finally slowed and fit my hips against his ass, grinding down to get myself nice and seated.

Ayen collapsed back against the ground, blinking a few times with a dazed look on his face. He was still panting, his skin slicked in a fine layer of sweat that I gave in to my desires and licked a trail up from his stomach to his cheek. He tasted fantastic—just as I thought he would.

A small smile played on his lips, despite his tired and worn out expression.

I kissed along his jaw and up to his mouth, brushing back some sweat-slicked hair from his face.

"Mmm…" He turned to press his cheek against my hand, his words slurred as he said, "That was good…"

Pride swelled in my chest. "Good."