NEITHER OF US held back as our mouths crashed together, an epic tangle of lips and tongues, fisting each other’s clothes as we tried to consume the other. Soon, we were kicking off our flip-flops as I pushed Jackson in the direction of the staircase, but our lips never left each other for long in our frenzy to get the other one out of their clothes and upstairs.

As I walked backward, my teeth scored Jackson’s lip and then my tongue came out to soothe the sting, and he smiled against my mouth before angling his head for a deeper slide. I staggered up the stairs, practically tripping over myself in my rush to get my shirt off as Jackson did the same, and as we discarded them without another thought, he reached for me again, wrapping his arms around my waist so that we were skin to skin. His hands came down to grip my ass, as I let mine roam all over the smooth, solid expanse of his back, and then I moved to the front of his shorts and made quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping. Then they were gone, nothing but a pile at his feet, and I had him up against the wall with his covered cock in my palm before he could react.

He groaned as I licked and sucked my way down his neck, his pulse beating out of control under my lips, and I couldn’t wait anymore. I slipped my hand inside his boxer briefs, rolling my thumb over the pre-cum that had gathered at the plump head of his dick. When I’d gotten it good and wet, I held my hand up to my lips and swiped my tongue across my thumb before sucking it deep inside my mouth.

Jackson drew in a jagged breath as he watched me, and then, quick as lightning, he ripped open my shorts with his hands, sending the button flying down the stairs, and when he saw what he’d done, he gave me a savage smirk.

“Ooh, you’re fucking asking for it,” I said. My shorts fell the rest of the way down my legs, and then I kicked them his way. As I slowly backed away from him and up the stairs one by one, I said, “Tell you what…if you can get me naked before I do it myself, I might fuck you.”

Without warning, Jackson pushed off the wall toward me, but I bolted out of the way just in time, pounding up the stairs as he followed. It had taken us forever to get to my second-floor bedroom, too busy leaving a trail of clothes in our wake, but now that I ran toward my king-sized, I was more than ready to have Jackson all the fuck over me.

I soon got my wish, because Jackson’s massive arms wrapped around me, pushing me down onto the bed as he pinned me from behind. His voice was a breathless whisper in my ear as he said, “I think you’ve forgotten I can also play defensive tackle.”

With his powerful body holding me down, I could feel every hard line of him—including his cock, which was exactly where I wanted it. “No,” I said, lifting my ass so that it cradled his erection, eliciting a moan from him. “I didn’t forget.”

Jackson froze above me for half a second before he relaxed again, and he rocked his hips forward, sliding his rigid length between the curves of my ass. Our boxer briefs were now the only barrier between us, and it was still too much. I needed to feel his skin on mine, and I needed it now.

“Hmm. You seem to have me in a compromising position,” I said. “Whatever shall you do—”

Jackson flipped me over onto my back before I could get out the rest of the question, and I sputtered a laugh. “Impatient as my dick,” I said, running my palm down between us, but he stopped my hand.

“I know you wouldn’t deprive me of the chance to have you inside me again. And if I don’t get you naked, then I lose my chance. Wasn’t that the deal?” His voice had turned husky with lust, and I blinked back my surprise at his words.

“I don’t remember you being quite this vocal last time…”

“That a problem?”

“Fuck no,” I said, lifting my ass as he slid my boxer briefs down over my hips, and as he pulled them the rest of the way off, his breathing became unsteady. I grew even harder under his gaze, if that was even possible, and I palmed my cock and gave it a rough squeeze.

I was so damn hard, and with the taste of Jackson still on my tongue and his watchful eyes following my every move, I began to fuck myself for him, showing him exactly what he did to me.

“Take them off,” I said, glancing down at the thin grey material doing nothing to stop his straining erection.

He did as he was told, getting rid of his boxer briefs, but never taking his eyes off what my hand was doing, and when he was completely naked, I stopped and sat up. Jackson’s body was a work of art, his unmarked skin flawless, every inch of him sculpted and shaped to mouthwatering perfection. His balls lay swollen and heavy beneath his huge, thick cock, and he wrapped a hand around the base of it and gave it a firm stroke. That plump head of his I’d tasted earlier begged to be licked again, and my tongue came out to wet my lips.

I had an overwhelming need to be inside him, pinning him to the mattress like I had before, only this time fucking him so hard he’d never be able to walk again without thinking of my cock lodged deep in his ass as I made him come again and again. I didn’t think I’d ever get this chance again, and I needed him seared into my memory and myself into his body so I could remember it always, even when he’d long gone.

My hands shook as I opened my bedside drawer, whether from the anticipation or the knowledge that I needed to make this moment last, I wasn’t sure. After taking out the lube and condoms, I tossed them on the bed, and Jackson looked at them and then back at me with heat in his eyes. He’d looked at me that way before. Right after I’d slipped on a condom and hovered over him for the first and only time we’d come together. I should’ve known something was off then, but I’d been so desperate for him that I hadn’t been able to think straight, to see the signs. But even knowing what would happen would I do it again? Yeah, I thought, as Jackson crawled onto the bed toward me. Fuck yeah.