Edward Unconditionally Common Powers 3 (22 page)

It was perfect. They cuddled. Actually cuddled. He'd never figured Jack for a cuddler, but he wasn't complaining. Edward floated in the afterglow that came with sex, but he wasn't tired. He was oddly energized. Ready to go, to do more. So much more.

So was his cock. Just the idea of Jack fucking him got him hard, and they hadn't even gotten all their clothes off yet.

Jack's kisses deepened as he roamed over Edward's neck and down to his chest again. Lapped his nipples. Edward arched like a cat, purring.

“Baby, I want you.” Jack's breath warmed Edward's skin.

“You've got me. From the moment you shot my car.”

Jack laughed just like he had at the dinner tonight, let Edward go, sat up, and pulled off Edward's jeans and briefs as Edward got out of his shirt. Naked, he stretched out on the bed, stroking his cock in a wanton display for Jack.

“God, you're so beautiful. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen.” Jack sat back on his legs as he ran his fingertips over Edward's body, sending tremors traveling like tiny aftershocks after them.

Edward cupped his balls and never let his gaze stray from Jack's. There was no need to speak; their eyes told their intentions. Jack ran his tongue over his lips. His eyes darkened, his pupils large and liquid. Hungry again.

Reveling in Jack's desire for him, Edward pumped his dick, feeling the sweet ache of building arousal. Jack watched, eyes shifting between Edward's hand and his face, as if Jack couldn't decide which one he wanted to focus on.

“I seem to be the only one naked.” Edward raised an eyebrow.

Jack stood and stripped for him. Each motion was slow and deliberate, designed to tease and titillate Edward. And it did. It made Edward crazy, impatient, more than ready for Jack to fuck him. Edward didn't know how Jack could have such control.

It took forever for Jack to unbutton his damned shirt and give Edward a glimpse of chest, but when Jack's shirt fell away at last, Edward was not disappointed.

Brown hair covered the space between Jack's pecs, trailing down over his belly to disappear in his jeans. He had the sexiest dark brown nipples, hard as bullets, that Edward had ever seen. His skin wasn't pale, but a nice, light tan as if his summer tan had faded. Strong, muscular arms, broad shoulders, everything about him turned Edward on.

And when Jack flicked open the buttons to his jeans, pushed them down, and Edward realized Jack had been going commando, Edward shivered.

Jack's long, thick cock stood straight out from dark, thick curls. Blood-engorged, brown, its skin looked velvet soft. Jack's balls were full and heavy and made Edward's mouth water.

“Talk about beautiful.
You
take my breath away.” Edward held out his hand, inviting, beckoning. “I want you inside me.”

Jack climbed onto the bed and covered Edward with his body. Their cocks slid and scraped against each other, as Jack wrapped Edward in his arms.

“Oh God, baby. It's been so long since I've done this,” Jack whispered, as if Edward couldn't hear the longing, the desperation, in Jack's voice. Jack's hips’ slow grind and the feel of Jack's prick pressed into his belly drove Edward nuts.

Edward pointed to the nightstand. “Condoms. Lube.”

Jack slid off him and retrieved the needed items. He tossed them on the other side of Edward, then went back to stroking Edward's body as if he couldn't get enough of the feel of Edward's skin, as if memorizing it because he feared it would be a long time before he did this again.

Edward lay there and experienced every stroke, every glide of Jack's hands. His fingers were gentle, but with a strength that hid just below their surface. Slightly rough, but not hard and callused, it was Edward's turn to commit their touch to memory.

When Jack reached Edward's belly, he stopped, grabbed the lube, and slicked up his fingers. “Spread ‘em.”

“Yes, sir.” Edward moved his legs apart. “I hope this is the body cavity search.”

Jack chuckled. “An officer has to be thorough.”

“Of course.” Edward bent one leg up and to the side and lifted his balls out of the way to give Jack a clear view.

“Christ.” Jack hissed and ran his finger from the tip of Edward's weeping cock, dragging down the midline of his scrotum, to the soft skin underneath and straight to his hole. Edward shuddered as the touch ended with a gentle pressure against his opening.

Edward's hands gathered in the bedspread, clutching at it in his readiness to be penetrated. He loved that first breaching, the straining of his muscles, their fight not to let the intruder in, and then the pleasure in their ultimate defeat.

Jack's slick fingers pressed once, twice, then as Edward pushed out, Jack slipped in.

“Oh God, you're so hot, baby. So tight.” Jack watched as he finger-fucked Edward. “I haven't touched a man like this in so long.”

“How long?”

After a long pause, Jack whispered, “Years.”

Edward couldn't think of a thing to say to that admission.

To Edward, it was unthinkable to go years without being touched or touching. Without physical contact or a relationship with a man. What would such denial do to a man's soul? What had it done to Jack? Perhaps Edward's need to be cared for, his longing to be loved, were the reasons for all his failed relationships.

But he'd rather die than never be touched, caressed, fucked.

Jack seemed to have controlled that need, or eliminated it.

Until now. Edward didn't know whether to be flattered or sad. Flattered that Jack couldn't resist him, or sad that Jack had been alone and untouched for so long.

“It's so good, Jack.” Edward purred as he rode Jack's finger, his hips begging Jack to take it deeper. “More,” he whimpered.

Jack smiled. “More? Like this?” His finger pushed in farther and brushed across Edward's gland.

“Oh God!” Edward arched off the bed, his cock slapping against his belly. If Jack kept this up, he'd come in no time.

“That's it, baby. I know you want it.”

“Yes. I want it. Fuck me, Jack. Before I come.” Edward grabbed his balls and pulled on them, cutting off his orgasm. “Now.”

But Jack didn't pull out, he kept working Edward's bump. With each pass, Edward groaned. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his hand shook as it clutched his balls.

“Please!” Edward cried out. “Wanna come!”

“Then come. I'm in no hurry to fuck you.” Jack leaned down, licked the inside of Edward's thigh, gave him a quick nip, then latched onto the tender flesh and marked Edward.

Edward thought he'd lose his mind. He let go of his balls, and in a single breath was right back at the top of the roller coaster, on the crest of the big drop, and Jack just kept it coming, kept raking over his sweet spot, kept driving him right over. The. Fucking. Edge.

“Jack!”

Edward's cum spurted, hot, ropy jets, splattering against his belly as his body shook, convulsing around Jack's finger.

“That's it, baby. I can feel you. Ride my finger.”

Edward collapsed. Jack had wrenched one of the strongest orgasms he'd ever had from him. It had been mind shattering, because clearly Edward had lost his mind and the ability to speak.

He opened his mouth, but only a low, long moan came out.

Jack leaned over and filled Edward's open mouth with his tongue. Limp, Edward couldn't fight Jack. Dominating Edward, Jack's tongue made its presence known as it stroked every inch of Edward's mouth.

“Now, I'm going to fuck you, baby.” Evil. Jack was evil and wicked and unbelievably hot. He was unrelenting. Unstoppable.

Thank God.

Edward's arousal soared again. Eager, he reached down and pulled his knees back, spreading himself for Jack. “I'm all yours.”

Jack put his hands on the back of Edward's thighs, pushed up, and leaned down to lick Edward's hole. “I've always wondered what this would be like.” Jack lapped him a few times and pulled back.

“And?”

“Fucking delicious. Just like every part of you.” Then he gave Edward a sexy grin, dived back between Edward's thighs, and licked at Edward's tight rose.

Edward's hands trembled as he held his legs. “I'm ready, baby. Now. Please.”

“Please?” Jack looked up, his hair falling carelessly across his forehead. Oh fuck, he looked so hot, so sexy.

“Please. Need you,” Edward begged.

Jack sat up, ripped open the condom, rolled it on, and squeezed out some lube. He slicked up all eight inches and climbed back over Edward. Positioning his cockhead at the entrance to Edward's body, he pushed in.

Edward relaxed, let out his breath, and with Jack's next push, opened for him.

“Oh God. Sweet fucking Jesus,” Jack groaned. “So tight. Yeah.” Another push and his cock slid all the way in.

Filled with Jack's dick, Edward groaned, caught his breath, and let his body adjust to the needed intrusion.

“Gotta move.” Edward wasn't sure if Jack warned him or if he begged him.

Edward pulled back and then surged up, taking the first stroke, letting Jack know he could move. “Fuck me.”

Jack did. Slow at first, his pumping was rhythmic, intentional, controlled. Each stroke designed to bring Edward pleasure. Above him, Jack's body stretched tighter than a drum, the muscles in his arms and chest corded with the effort it must have taken to go so slow, when all he must have wanted to do was hammer Edward's ass.

Edward wanted to be pounded. Wanted to be handled.

“Harder.”

Jack picked up the pace, his breath coming fast and harsh. Edward's cock came to life. Amazing. He couldn't believe it. As if he were sixteen again and so randy that he would get hard just thinking about dicks.

Jack sat back and pulled out of him. The look on his face had changed from concentration to something wild, dangerous, and uncontrolled.

Oh yes.

With a growl unlike anything Edward had ever heard, Jack grabbed Edward and flipped him over onto his stomach. Grabbing him by the hips, fingers digging into Edward's flesh, Jack dragged him up onto his knees. It was rough and harsh and felt just like when Jack had thrown him against his office door.

He was so fucking turned on. His cock stiffened with the handling, the wanting...

“Let go, Jack. Do what you want to do to me.”

Jack's intake of breath filled the room. “You're so impetuous, baby. So wild. You need... to be tamed.”

“Then tame me.”

“You like it, don't you? When I'm rough. When I let you know who's the boss.” Jack's eyes glittered, hungry, like a predator.

“Yes,” Edward croaked out. So close, so aroused, he lost the ability to speak again. Single syllables only, thank you.

“Who's the boss?” Jack's cock touched his ass, slipped between his cheeks, and found its home.

“You.”

Jack shoved in. Pain and pleasure blended as Edward cried out.

“Goddamn.” Jack gasped. “Oh... fuck.” Jack seemed to have lost speech also. Edward grinned. He'd done that; he'd reduced Jack to one-syllable words.

Jack gripped Edward's hips, holding him in place as Jack pressed down and rammed Edward's ass as he rode him. Jack's head thrashed, his eyes shuttered, and a low, steady moaning rumbled in his chest, bypassing his throat.

Edward rested his head in his folded arms and went along for the ride. And it was a fucking wild ride as Jack's growls turned to grunts, his balls slapped Edward's ass. He shafted Edward deep and fast, taking Edward higher and further than he'd ever gone. To know that Jack felt safe enough with him to let go, to lose himself, to take what he wanted, turned Edward on like nothing else.

Edward reached down and stroked his prick. At this pace, Jack couldn't last long. He'd done so much to Edward, Jack had to be ready to unload, and Edward wanted to come with Jack. Wanted Jack to feel him come around Jack's cock.

“Fuck! God. Yes!” Jack leaned over Edward's back, burying his face in the back of Edward's neck. Edward's back and Jack's chest sealed together, sweat as their glue, Jack's hips pumping, jerking, out of sync, back in rhythm, faltering; then in a final burst of rapid fire thrusts, Jack groaned. Stiffened.

Edward's balls drew up, his hand raced over his cock, and he felt the warm flood of cum as Jack emptied inside him. Edward flew over the edge, joining him.

Jack shuddered, clutching Edward, his head working from side to side against the back of Edward's neck, soft, sweet lips brushing his hair.

Edward slid flat on the bed, carrying Jack on his back. Jack slid to the side but didn't let go.

He didn't let go.

Edward fought to stay steady, not to succumb to the feelings that rocked him, that almost pushed those three damning words from his lips.

Then Jack pulled Edward to his chest, his face still at Edward's neck, his hand making a lazy circle over Edward's chest.

And for a glorious moment, Edward felt treasured. Loved.

He sighed.

In the morning, after the regret set in and the lust wore off, Jack would leave. He knew it because Jack had lost control with him. Had taken chances he'd never in a million years take, like kissing him in his office or storming off because he'd seen Sammi kiss Edward or coming to the motel to see him.

And Edward knew that for Jack, that made Edward dangerous.

Unable to sleep, Edward watched Jack sleep. Jack's face and body had lost all the tightness, the wariness, the tense struggle for control that Edward now recognized was the man's state when awake. He'd hoped that for a short time he'd made Jack happy and relaxed, because Edward never expected Jack to fall in love. Want him, sure. Love him, no.

Edward had been in love too many times to count, but none of the men he'd fallen for had ever loved him back. And if a bunch of bad boys and twinks hadn't loved him, what made him think a remarkable man like Jack Whittaker would?

No. Jack would leave and never look back, like everyone else.

Edward had known that going into this, and for his own good, for once in his life, Edward would do the smart thing. There could be no future with Jack. None.

Edward craned his neck at the clock on the nightstand. Four thirty.

“Jack. Wake up. You need to leave.” Edward didn't trust himself to touch Jack. One touch wouldn't be enough. It would just lead to others, and they'd lead to fucking, and Edward just couldn't do more without losing what was left of his heart to Jack.