Chapter 38

CHAPTER 38

L uca

I can't believe how hot Jackson looks tonight. In his tight black jeans and his soft green shirt, he looks so solid and real. I love how he keeps smiling at me, especially when everyone comes over to say hello. I'm so proud of him. For me, being gay is just something I am—it has always been so. But I can tell it's difficult for Jackson to realise his own sexuality, especially since he experienced the hatred up close and personal from his brother.

It's nice to be back in Larchdown village. I'd forgotten how friendly and accepting the villagers are. I don't mind being shut away at the house, living the life of a hermit, but maybe I'll attempt to go into the village more often. Perhaps Jackson can help with that.

We enter the house, and the door is barely closed before Jackson turns and presses me against the wall, kissing my neck and my jaw, and finally my mouth.

"I've been waiting to do that all night," he huffs and I respond, tucking my hand into his belt as I pull his hips into mine, and feel him grinding with need.

"I want you," he gasps.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you," I reply, seeing the hungry look in his eyes. I grab his hand and pull him up the stairs to my bedroom.

Inside the room, he kisses me again, his tongue darting in and exploring. He starts to unbutton my shirt, but finds it difficult—his fingers fumbling—and halfway through, I break off to pull it over my head. He undoes a couple of buttons on his own shirt and pulls that off. I like the way he's looking at me—like he's drinking me in. The hungry look is back, and he grabs my hips and starts kissing my neck, my shoulders, and down my chest. He bites my nipple and I let out a gasp. He chuckles slightly, and that low sound has my cock trying to push its way out.

"I need to taste you," he growls, and unfastens my belt and jeans, pulling them down. I already know my boxers are sticky with pre-cum. Seeing them, Jackson chuckles again. I find the noise electric and my cock jumps. He strips my boxers and the rest of my jeans off and kneels in front of me.

With two fingers, he wipes some pre-cum round the end of my cock and down over the head. I've fantasised about those gentle fingers and what they could do to me—having them touch me is almost more than I can bear.

"Oh, fuck."

Then he takes the end into his mouth, running his tongue round the head and up the front, darting across the slit and sweeping back round again.

"Jesus Christ."

I'm in sensory overload, and then he takes the whole of me into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. One of his hands is on my stomach and the other he squeezes round my balls, and I feel them tighten.

"Fucking Jesus Christ." I gently push his shoulders.

"That's so fucking good Jackson, but if you don't stop, I'm gonna come and I don't want to just yet." He pulls his mouth off me and it's almost agony to have him stop. He looks up, his lips wet from saliva and pre-cum—he's panting slightly.

"You taste so good." He licks his bottom lip and I bend to kiss him, feeling the need to taste myself on him too. I pull him up to standing and pull his jeans and boxers off, all the while he's kissing and licking my neck and shoulders. He grabs my arse with both his hands and grinds himself into me.

"God, you're so sexy." He growls into my neck. "I want to fuck you."

"Are you sure?" I don't want this to go badly, or for him to realise what he's doing halfway through.

"I've never wanted anything more than to feel what it's like to be inside you." He rasps "Please show me how."

I lie back on the bed, pushing myself up to the pillows and he kneels in front of me. I reach into the drawers by the bed and pull out some lube and a condom.

"Okay, you need to make me ready first. Hold out your fingers."

I squeeze some lube on them and then lift my knees up to my chest. Jackson looks delighted.

"Slide one finger in."

"Is this okay?" My heart aches at his tenderness.

"Good. Add another finger." He complies.

"That is so tight," he marvels.

"Don't worry, you won't hurt me." It feels fantastic, having his fingers sliding into me.

"Part your fingers slightly to stretch me." I catch the look he has on his face, of pure pleasure.

"Add a third finger." When he does my head lolls back and I begin to lose focus. Just having his fingers in me is driving me wild, but I want to feel filled by him.

"Right, I'm ready," I pant.

Jackson withdraws his fingers. He puts on the condom and then pushes into me slowly. Pausing with the tip just in, he looks at me. I nod encouragement and he slides all the way in.

"Fuck, that feels good," he moans. It's true it feels marvellous.

He pushes in and out, and I'm carried away by his thrusting. He grabs my hips and holds me down. I'm almost there, and then he rubs his thumb over the slit in my end and I'm done for. His release comes a few beats later. His eyes swirl molten chocolate with gold flecks as he leans down and kisses me.

"That was fucking magic."