And take him home.
Last time he’d been a guy’s first, the guy had turned into a clingy, needy, borderline scary creep. But that had been years ago, when Jackson was in college, and he’d matured a lot since then. Had avoided some close calls since then.
This guy wasn’t exhibiting any of the red flags he looked for.
Noah was just very, very scared.
“I have condoms,” Jackson said. He’d have to run back to his room for extras if he needed more than the two he’d tucked into his pocket, but he had them.
“I do, too. And lube. Over in my bag.”
“Even with test results,” Jackson said, “always use condoms with a new guy. Wait to go bare until you know you want to be with them long-term and can trust them.”
Noah nodded, his cheeks turning a little pink, but adorably so.
“I’m thirty-three and gainfully employed,” Jackson volunteered.
At that, Noah’s eyes widened. “You are?”
“Which part shocks you?”
“You’re only thirty-three? I’m forty-two.”
“Oh, well, I didn’t think you were that old. Is that a problem for you?”
“No, I just…you seem so…calm. Mature. Not that you look old or anything—”
“It’s okay. I understand what you meant.” Jackson barely stifled his laugh. “I’m more experienced than you, that’s all. You said you were married?”
Noah’s hands fidgeted in his lap, his gaze dropping, focusing on them. “Yeah. My family doesn’t know I’m gay. I had to admit it to her when I couldn’t have sex with her after a few months. I tried, it wasn’t her fault. I really did love her, but only as a friend. She covered for me with them. She’d gotten a job transfer and we’d started arguing because I wasn’t going to leave my job.”
He sighed, and the sad weight beneath it nearly broke Jackson’s heart. “We were married less than a year. When I admitted to her I was gay, she could have let me have it but she didn’t. She didn’t even try to get alimony or anything. She told my parents the partial truth, that she refused to turn down the job opportunity, and I wouldn’t leave my job.”
“She sounds like a very nice woman.”
“She is. She remarried a couple of years later. They have two little girls now. We stay in touch on Facebook.”
“How long’s it been?”
“Ten years.”
“What about your family? Do they try to fix you up, ask about you dating?”
“They think I’m so heartbroken over Meg that I haven’t been able to date. It’s easier to let them think that.”
“Ah. Where do they live?”
“Arcadia.”
But Noah didn’t react with fear over that admission, so Jackson wasn’t even sure if he realized he’d given away a little personal information.
He risked reaching over and patting Noah’s knee. “If you don’t want to stay in the room, we could go down to one of the bars and have a drink.”
“I had two margaritas earlier. I probably shouldn’t.”
“Are you okay staying here, then?”
He finally looked up, meeting Jackson’s gaze with those gorgeous blue eyes. “Yeah.”
* * * *
Noah wanted to spend the whole night with the guy, quit being terrified, finally…live.
“I’ve been told I give great back and shoulder rubs,” Jackson said with a smile. “Also a great excuse to get a guy’s shirt off him. If you’d like. You can always say no.”
Noah didn’t hesitate. He peeled his T-shirt off and tossed it over onto the dresser, where his bag lay.
Jackson stood, kicked off his flip-flops, and pulled his shirt off, too. A light dusting of dark hair shadowed his pecs and abs, narrowing into a thin treasure trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts.
“Why don’t you lie facedown on the bed?” he suggested. “And, seriously, at any time while we’re talking or doing anything, if you need me to stop, just say red. Even for a back rub.”
“Okay.” Noah got situated on the bed, on his stomach, and Jackson straddled him. An involuntary moan escaped Noah at the feel of warm thumbs carefully digging into the muscles at the base of his neck on either side of his spine, pausing as he swept his thumbs out toward Noah’s shoulders and encountered the tight muscle knots he always developed there.
“Oh, dude. You really are tense.” No playful tone in his voice, either. “All kidding aside, if nothing else happens between us tonight, please, at least let me do this for you, okay?”
“Thank you.”
“Do you want me to turn on the TV for you? Will that help relax you?”
“Maybe.”
He felt Jackson stretch for the remote, followed by the sound of the TV coming on. After a few channel changes, he settled on NatGeo and a documentary about the Pacific Ocean.
“Something non-political, right?” Jackson joked, then his hands returned to Noah’s shoulders.
Over the next half hour, Noah winced and moaned and cried out in pain, and not because of anything sexy.
“I dated a massage therapist for a few months,” Jackson said as he worked on one knot behind Noah’s left hip that had nearly sent him off the bed when Jackson’s thumbs first dug into it. “He taught me a bunch of stuff. I don’t know what your income is like, but you should look into getting a massage every so often. I don’t mean a happy finish kind, either. This kind of stress isn’t healthy for a body to hold on to.”
“Maybe you can take care of that for me, Sir,” he mumbled into the covers before he realized what he was saying.
But calling him that felt…perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
Jackson paused and leaned in. When he spoke, his lips were next to Noah’s left ear. “If we get to that point, boy,” he whispered, “you’d better believe I’d take good care of you.”
Noah’s eyes popped open because, under him, his cock had suddenly roared to life and it took every ounce of willpower he had not to start grinding against the bed.
Jackson kissed his cheek and sat up, chuckling, to go back to working on the muscle knot.
But now Noah was acutely aware of every sensation, from the warmth of Jackson’s thighs straddling his own to the way the hair on his legs felt brushing against Noah’s.
Jackson moved on from that point, sweeping his hands up, along either side of Noah’s spine, down again and settling splayed over his kidneys with his fingers curling around Noah’s waist.
“Do you have anything else you’d like rubbed, baby?”
Noah’s breath caught in his throat, fingers fisting the covers as he nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“You need to ask me for it. I don’t play games. I won’t run, and I won’t chase. I won’t force you. I’ll stand here and let you come to me, but I won’t wait forever. That doesn’t only apply to tonight. It applies to me in a relationship, to life in general. Understand?”
When Noah went to roll over, Jackson rose enough so Noah could do it, then settled over his thighs again once Noah made it onto his back. Jackson’s hazel eyes looked more brown right now, mocha, intense, like Noah could lose himself in them.
“Yes, Sir,” Noah said.
“Then tell me what you want.”
Noah knew Jackson had to feel his hard cock, from the way it was pressing against the front of his shorts. “I’ve never been with a guy before. I’ve…I’ve used a butt plug but…” He didn’t know where to go with that.
Jackson stroked Noah’s chest, from his shoulders, over his pecs, pausing to brush his fingers across his nipples, and down to his stomach, stopping at his waistband.
“How do you know you’d like a Dom?”
“I’ve…read stuff. I want someone I can turn myself over to outside of work.”
“Impact play?”
“I want to try it.”
“But you don’t know any limits you might have yet?”
“No, Sir.”
Jackson awarded him with
another of those smiles and leaned in, kissing him. When Noah tried to wrap his arms around him, Jackson caught his hands and pinned them over his head, sitting up, holding them in place.
“Sex tonight,” Jackson said. “And I’ll see how you do with a little light bare-handed spanking. I didn’t bring any implements this weekend, anyway. Are you okay with unwrapped for oral? If not, that’s okay, too. Your choice.”
Noah nodded.
“You have to say it.”
“I’m okay with that, Sir.”
“Wrapped for anal. For now, anyway. If you still like me in the morning, we can talk and see where things progress.”
Noah nodded.
“Fair warning—I’m not poly, and I don’t swing. I’m monogamous. If we decide to see each other long-term, and I catch you cheating on me, that’s it. No second chances.”
“Yes, Sir. That won’t be a problem.”
“We’ll have a long talk tomorrow morning over breakfast about what we’ve done tonight. At that point, I’m going to ask you questions I expect to have answered honestly, like your name, where you live, things like that, because we have to start building trust. And I’ll answer your questions. We both seem to have jobs we need to protect. Nothing we do will interfere with the other’s job, on either of our parts. Hard limit that goes both ways.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Is there anything you’d really like to do tonight?”
It felt…strange to ask this, but if he was going to do this, he knew he had to push through that discomfort. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me.”
“I-I’ve never given a blowjob. I’ve…I’ve tasted my own cum, but I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to give one.”
Jackson’s wide smile made Noah’s cock even harder, but then he released Noah’s wrists and climbed off him. He got out of bed and held a hand out to him, and Noah sat up, taking it, getting out of bed, too.
Jackson pulled him in for a kiss, and this time it threatened to sear the ends off every nerve in his body.
“Go get your test results for me, the condoms, lube, and a towel. I’m going to have fun popping your cherries tonight, boy.”
Chapter Four
Five minutes later, after scanning Noah’s test results, Jackson was lying naked on his back on the bed, propped up on pillows against the headboard.
Also naked, Noah knelt between Jackson’s thighs and stared down at the first live cock other than his own he’d seen close-up and in person.
Noah wasn’t quite sure how he’d lucked into this gorgeous man now spread out in front of him, but he wasn’t going to question it, either.
Jackson’s fingers circled the base of his cock and squeezed. He slid his fist up all eight inches to just under the head, and a clear pearl of pre-cum slipped from the slit. Noah’s head dipped, on auto-pilot, to lick it up, roll it down his tongue.
“That’s it,” Jackson said, his voice sounding hoarse. “Take your time and savor it.”
Noah felt the warmth from the other man’s body surround him, wash over him, his clean, slightly musky scent as Noah nuzzled in and breathed, filling his lungs.
Jackson didn’t shave completely bare, but kept his bush and balls trimmed short, just long enough it felt soft against Noah’s cheeks as he mouthed along the length of the underside of his cock.
“Yeah,” Jackson said, sliding his hand back down to the base. “You hold it, baby. Take charge of that thing and love up on it.”
Noah cupped his sac first, hefting it. Jackson’s balls hung lower than Noah’s, heavier. Not a lot larger, but Noah’s rode up close to his body. He finally encircled Jackson’s cock with his fingers and lowered his lips to the head, swirling his tongue around it, savoring every sensation, every taste, every sound he drew from the other man.
“I like two kinds of blowjobs,” Jackson said. “This kind, where you’re directing things and driving me fucking crazy with need because you’re making love to it, like you are right now. The other kind is where I grab your head, use what’s mine, and fuck a load of my cum down your throat while you take it for me like a good boy.”
That hot mental image made Noah moan around Jackson’s cock.
The younger man chuckled. “Yeah, I heard that needy little noise, baby.” His hand gently rested on Noah’s head, his fingers threading through his hair. “I’m not gonna choke you with it tonight. That takes skills to learn. But be advised if you and I stay together, you will learn to deep-throat it, one way or another. Whether it’s with a lot of willing practice on your part, or it’s with you sitting there like my very good boy and putting up with getting your throat fucked.”
Noah didn’t bother holding back his moans as he tried to take Jackson’s cock deeper into his mouth.
Jackson chuckled again, ruffling Noah’s hair. “Oh, baby. I can tell you want to learn that. You want to be Sir’s willing little cocksucker, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm!” A sweet, deep buzz filled Noah’s brain, like a mental drug shutting down all the outside noise and thoughts and focusing everything in his body, every cell, every atom, on Jackson and his throaty, sexy voice.
“Of course you do,” Jackson continued. “You’re going to be Sir’s good boy. Good boys always swallow, too, if their Sir’s cock is in their mouth. Although sometimes I might come all over you just to see you covered with me. Mark my territory.”
Jackson’s fingers stroked Noah’s head, just a hint of pressure, not forcing, but guiding him into bobbing up and down and the pressure easing once Noah started doing it on his own. “Sometimes Sir wakes up really horny. Nothing better than a good-morning blowjob by his boy to start Sir’s day in a good mood.”
The mental image filled Noah’s mind, of being on his knees for this man while Jackson sat on the edge of the bed, his head cupped in Jackson’s hands as he used him, pleasured himself with Noah’s mouth.
He softly moaned around the hard cock pressing against his tongue.
“Shit, you are so eager, boy.” Jackson reached up with one hand and played with his own left nipple. “You are doing such a good job.” His other hand stroked Noah’s hair, playing with it. “Take your time, just like you’re doing. After I come, and can think again, I’m going to put you over my lap and give you your first spanking. That’ll probably get me hard again.” He scratched Noah’s head. “Spanking always makes me hard.”
Noah whimpered, imagining how hot and stinging his ass was going to feel shortly. His cock throbbed where it rubbed between his body and the mattress, and he knew he had to be leaking pre-cum all over.
“Don’t you come yet, baby. You get to come with my cock up your ass. I want to watch you come as you’re being well-fucked for the first time. I own that—so you’d best hold it back.”
Without releasing Jackson’s cock, Noah managed to balance himself on his elbows enough he could get his knees under him and ease the pressure on his cock.
He looked up to find Jackson smiling down at him, a sexy, lazy quirk to his lips. “That’s my good boy.”
Noah’s earlier concern that the age difference between them might be an issue totally evaporated. This guy was confident, self-assured, and obviously able to push every button in Noah’s head.
Time dissolved, Noah’s world filled only by Jackson’s body, the man’s cock in his mouth, his tongue memorizing every ridge, every vein, the taste of every sweet, tangy drop of pre-cum he coaxed from him.
He dissolved.
Noah wanted nothing more than to do this, that missing piece in his soul finally located and notched into its perfect place. The background yearning he’d always felt now identified and labelled and satisfied.
Falling in love with a guy he’d just met, whose last name he didn’t even know, was stupid and dangerous, and damned if he wasn’t beginning to do exactly that.
Even more, he didn’t care.
When Jackson gripped his head with both hands again, Noah sensed the man was getting close. Then there was the way his c
ock seemed to swell a little, grow even harder, heat washing into it, filling it, firm against his tongue and between his lips.
“Look at me, baby.”
Noah forced his gaze up, meeting Jackson’s. Intense, dark mocha depths beckoned him.
“Almost there,” Jackson hoarsely said. “Swallow every drop for me, then show me.”
Noah bobbed his head faster up and down Jackson’s shaft, wanting to suck it all from him, milk his balls dry.
When Jackson’s cock erupted, Noah swallowed even as Jackson forced his head farther down his shaft than Noah already held him, nearly gagging him but not quite. He kept swallowing, the sensation of Jackson’s cock pulsing against his tongue driving him even deeper into that sweet, fuzzy blanket his mind was now cocooned within.
Jackson pulled Noah up so his head rested against his abs. “Show me.”
Noah tipped his head back, mouth wide open.
Jackson smiled and leaned in, lips slanted over Noah’s, crushing, bruising, sexy as fuck.
Owning him.
Jackson’s tongue swept through Noah’s mouth and he thought maybe this was the most perfect night of his life, with the most perfect man alive.
* * * *
Damn.
At first, Jackson might have said it wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever received, but as eager Noah kept at him, he realized that was wrong.
It was the best blowjob.
Maybe not technically, for skills, but for eager determination, sheer wonder, and joyful celebration—absolutely.
He wasn’t even sure if Noah realized how he’d started moaning when Jackson came, as if he himself were coming, how the suction had increased to nearly painful levels as he tasted Jackson’s cum and kept swallowing.
He could also imagine how good the guy would be at them with just a little coaching and practice.
And I’m going to be the lucky bastard who gets to teach him.
Shit, it was way too early for those kinds of thoughts, but he couldn’t help it. Rarely had he ever clicked so immediately and so hard with a partner before. Good rapport, absolutely, but usually there came with that a tentative, mutual exploration, lots of talking no matter what kinds of BDSM trappings were in place around the dynamic.