He’s already incredibly hard, and when I reach for him, he pulls back and smirks. “Not yet.” He’s on his knees and unbuttoning my jeans, then he’s tugging at them with a ferociousness I’ve not seen yet from him. Once I help him shimmy them down my ankles, Jack gets to his feet and straddles me, settling on top of me with his sturdy thighs. His arms brace themselves against the back of my chair, and he grinds against me as he leans in for a kiss so wet and forceful, it sends shock waves through my body, like if he pulls away, I’ll stop breathing entirely.

When he does pull away, my head dips into his shoulders by his armpits, which smell of his cologne. I kiss and nuzzle the soft fleshy spot between his pecs, and he pulls me to his body with one hand as the other snakes underneath to the strain in my briefs. I run my hands through his spiky blond hair, grabbing a handful of it, making him grunt.

His upper lip curls into something more than a smile. He’s in full control, a titan or a god with the power to destroy and reshape me. Dismounting, he lifts my shirt up over my hair and tosses it to the ground, and then his lips are on my neck and then my chest, following the trail of dark hair down to my stomach, where his soft lips linger, kissing in a circle around my belly button.

Then he looks up at me expectantly.

Maintaining eye contact, his fingers hook around the elastic of my briefs, and he pulls the fabric down slowly until I spring up.

He takes a deep breath and grabs the base, and I close my eyes as his tongue gently closes the gap between us. Then his mouth encircles me, and he goes down, but it’s a mess of scraping teeth and hoovering.

“Babe, slow down, don’t suck, watch your tee—ow!” I remember everything Benny told me. I relay Benny’s instructions, and Jack’s a fast learner because—“Holy fuck … yes!”

I brace myself on the chair as my hips buck beneath him.

My breathing increases rapidly as my body tenses. My legs straighten, and he grabs hold of them, now comfortable with only his lips and a glint of determination in his eyes.

In one quick motion, he ventures down to the base, and my toes curl. He gags and starts laughing, mouth still full, cheeks beet red as sweat beads his brow. I don’t want to cum quick, but all I can focus on is Jack, the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.

One of his slick hands travels farther down, and he applies a light pressure as his lips do something new that makes me feel like putty in his hands.

I grab the arm of the chair. “Babe, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”