JFT #41/Possession {NC-17}
JFT #41
Possession
He was up. Again. In more ways than one.
"Jack, you're supposed to be resting."
"I am," he purred. Right into my ear.
"Not on me," I protested. But not too hard. Ever since he came home from
the hospital, Jack had been extremely affectionate. I liked it. More than
I wanted to admit.
Part of me felt like it was time to resume our normal lives. Whatever that
meant. Time for me to go back to school. Time for him to return to work.
Hmm. Well, what passed for work for Jack.
But another part of me wanted to hold onto this moment for as long as it
lasted. He needed me. I think I always knew that. But as flamboyant as
Jack could be, he didn't wear his true feelings out in the open. Till now.
In a way, maybe being sick was a good thing for Jack. Now we both knew
where we stood with each other.
And I really liked where he was standing right now.
"Jack," I sighed.
He pressed a kiss to my hair and pulled away, but slowly enough that I
could catch him if I wanted. I wanted.
I tugged his arms back around my waist and leaned on him. "Don't go."
"Never," he whispered.
He's one of a kind, my Jack, and I had no intention of letting him get
away from me again.
*****
I stood and watched as Curt grabbed the container of milk and tipped his
head back to drink. "Curt, how many times do I have to tell you that's
disgusting?"
He grinned unrepentantly and tossed the now-empty carton into the trash.
"You mean it doesn't turn you on?"
"You're kidding, right?" I huffed. I folded my arms across my chest and
waited expectantly. Curt never disappointed me. I think he liked the
anticipation as much as I did.
"You don't want me to kiss you?" he whispered, his gray eyes dropping to
my mouth. God, I could swear I felt that like a physical caress. There was
so much heat in those smoke-colored eyes, and I wanted it all for myself.
"I...umm..."
I couldn't think of anything to say, intelligent or otherwise, but luckily
for me, Curt was an expert at reading in between the lines. "Brian?"
He was coming closer. But not close enough. Not...fast enough.
I didn't answer him. I couldn't. He was nuzzling my bottom lip. While not
precisely a kiss, it had the same intended effect on me. I hooked one arm
behind his neck and pulled him flush against me.
He knew what he was doing to me. He had to feel how aroused I was. But
instead of going faster, he slowed down even further.
He forced me to release him, or maybe I was simply too weak to maintain my
grip on his neck. He looked straight in my eyes, but he still didn't kiss
me. He palmed my nipples through my shirt, and that was the only sign of
satisfaction he gave me, that deadly little half-smile that twisted his
mouth.
His hands slid lower on my body, pausing only to undo my jeans. I shimmied
my hips and they fell to the floor at our feet. He frowned, and I wondered
if he wanted me completely under his control. Then he smiled, a smile of
such utter seduction that I couldn't have resisted if I tried.
Of course. I was *already* under his control. He just didn't want
to...rush.
"You're not wearing any underwear."
"You noticed," I said, chewing ferociously on my bottom lip.
Curt's eyes flashed, more green than gray now, and he swooped down on my
mouth at last. I opened for him, and his tongue slipped inside. That was
when his hand closed over my cock. I smacked the back of my head against
the refrigerator and moaned into his mouth. But he never broke the kiss.
He slid his thumb over the slit and captured the drop of wetness there
before massaging the entire length of my dick.
He started to fuck my mouth with his tongue, and I thought I was going to
come just from that. But his hand began to pump furiously at the same
time, and finally, I had to break away from that kiss. Just to breathe.
Just to thump my head against the refrigerator again.
Then I came in his hand.
He wiped his hand on my stomach and kissed me. I was breathing so
raggedly, I couldn't even respond.
I stared at him even as he stared at me. He touched my lips with his
fingertips, and I licked them clean. He made a tiny noise, and I realized
that somehow, he managed to resist coming himself. Till now.
He buried his face against the base of my throat and shuddered. I tangled
my fingers in his hair, finally figuring out what that rough yet tender
feeling in my heart was.
Possession.
*****