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Thea

“What the …” He walked out of the room with a smug smile on his face. Where the hell did he think he was going? When the door shut, I stared at it with confusion. My haggard breaths filled the air as anger coursed through my veins, taking away the pleasure from before.

He wasn’t coming out, was he? He would just leave me out here stewing in a mix of arousal and confusion. Typical Jackson. Show off, tease me, then leave me.

Well, he wasn’t getting away with it this time.

Snarling, I snapped my legs shut, headed straight for his door, and nearly knocked myself out from hitting the wood. He locked me out.

“Son of a,” I muttered. “What the fuck was that, Jackson?” I yelled through the door since he was taking his sweet time answering.

My eyes dropped to the handle when I heard it turn. Slowly, so slowly, he opened the door, giving me this lazy smile.

I raised a brow, glaring at him.

“Oh, hey, Pyro. What’s up?”

“What’s up?” I paused, waiting for him to say something intelligent, but in usual Jackson fashion, he couldn’t say a damn thing. “Seriously?”

“You seem stressed, P.” His hand slid up to the top of the door, and he towered over me, doing all kinds of things to my insides. I was trying to make a point here, but that seemed to be going straight out the window.

“Oh, I wonder why?” I said, glaring at him.

“I do too. Should have known one orgasm would never be enough to satiate you. Fire needs constant wood to keep burning.”

I cringed and retched. “Stop. Please.” How could one man turn me on and off at the same time?

“You’re the one who came to my door, P. I’m just in here gaming. Is there something you want?”

Is there something I want? I wanted to wring his neck and watch his face turn purple. Then I wanted to let him go, giving him a moment to breathe before I stole his oxygen with a kiss.

What the hell am I thinking?

I stepped back, surprised when Jackson followed. “Pyro? Is everything okay?” He was frowning, so at least I didn’t have to look at that stupid smirk of his, even if there was a yearning in my stomach to see it again. Preferably while his fingers were inside me.

“Everything is fine.”

“Then why is your face green?”

“Is it?” I glanced around him into his bedroom, seeing a messy pile of clothes on the floor and the blue light of his computer screens. “I think I need to lie down,” I said as my stomach started rolling.

He nodded. “Agreed.” He opened the door wider, an invitation I wasn’t sure I would or should take. My feet felt like they were stuck in cement as Jackson turned and walked straight to his bed.

Wait, why was I walking?

Taking in his room, I almost knocked into him. Messy, dark, but it surprisingly smelled good.

“Navy-blue sheets?” I said, inspecting them with a curled lip as though they offended me. They kind of did.

“Yes?” He sat on his bed, bouncing on the mattress as though that would entice me to follow suit.

I held back a laugh, and a grunt came out.

“Something wrong?” he asked, caressing the spot next to him.

“Uh, nothing.” I shook my head, hoping it would help me get my thoughts together. “I don’t know, navy blue seems too sophisticated for someone like you.”

“What color were you expecting?”

I raised my hand, feeling like the conversation was futile. What the heck were we even doing? Talking about the color of his bedsheets straight after he ate me out. Yeah, that was normal.

“I don’t know. Banana yellow.”

His grin stretched wide as he leaned in, his hands finding my hips with a firm grip. I glanced down at the connection, startled but unwilling to stop him. The heat of his touch seeped through me, a lingering echo of everything those hands had done. His fingers were so thick, and I’d never felt fuller than when I was stuffed full of him.

I wanted it again, and I kind of hated myself for it.

“Funny you should say that.” He pulled me closer until I was nestled between his legs and looked up at me. What was it about having Jackson below me that made me feel so powerful? So in control?

He reached back, pulling his comforter off, revealing bright-yellow sheets. “You’ve got to be kidding me?”

“Honestly, it’s all usually yellow. I just had to change everything out, and this was all I had.”

He wrapped my arms around his neck and directed me to thread my hands through his thick wavy hair, pulling me in so our lips were mere inches away.

“I got them a little dirty while thinking about you coming all over my crotch last night.”

“I didn’t come on your crotch.”

“No, but I have a great imagination.”

“You wouldn’t need it if you didn’t leave girls hanging on kitchen counters.” I kissed him, then pushed him onto his bed.

He propped himself up, his gaze locking onto mine with a sharp intensity. “If you’re coming into my room, it’s because you walked in here. I’m not forcing anything. I want you to get exactly what you want.”

“Do you always talk this much?”

I straddled him, kissing him again. He cupped my cheek, holding me in place as I rocked into his erection. He was letting me take, take, take, and I was getting off on it.

He speared his hips to meet mine and licked the seam of my lips, deepening the kiss. My hips grinded faster, then I stopped. Jackson opened his eyes, confusion marring his face. I took it all in. The agonizing anticipation in his eyes, the feel of his fingers pressing into my skin. I loved that he was letting me control him.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Pyro,” he whispered against my mouth.

I smiled, looking him in the eyes as I gently rubbed my nose across his. “Do you like this?”

“What?” His hands gripped into my hips.

“When I tell you what to do? When I take what I want.”

His fingers dug into my ass, making me squeal. “I love it. I love when you have the confidence to tell me how you want it.”

“So if I told you to bark like a dog, would you?”

“Woof, woof, Pyro.”

I laughed and kissed him. This man was at least double my width and towered over me. I’d never given him anything, yet he happily ate me out on the counter like it was his job and he wanted overtime.

“I guess that means if I told you to take your shirt off, you would?”

His eyes were glued to mine as he pulled his shirt off with ease, tossing the fabric to the side before leaning back and letting me take him in all his glory.

I leaned forward, running my hand up his chest, and his muscles contracted. This lit something inside me. The power. The play. Everything I wanted was right under the palm of my hands, and I was going to take it.

I brushed my palm across his deep-olive skin, counting the moles as my fingers danced lazily down his body until I hit the waistband of his sweatpants. He drew in a sharp breath, his abs contracting. So defined, it was easy to watch his reaction to my touch. “Be careful there, Pyro,” he warned.

“You’re the one who decided to play with fire.”

I poked one finger under his pants and the waistband of his boxers, curious to see what was going on underneath the fabric. I’d ridden it, felt it against my body, but I had no idea what Jackson’s dick actually looked like, and I was eager to find out.

He raised his hips, making it easier for me to pull his pants and boxers off to reveal what I could only describe as the most magnificent dick I’d ever seen. Not that I’d seen many.

I knew he was packing, and him being hard because of me filled me with so much confidence.

“You might want to close your mouth because it’s giving me ideas.”

I clamped my lips shut, heat rising to my cheeks. Only, I shouldn’t be embarrassed anymore. Jackson was all up in my business not just ten minutes ago. I now had the opportunity to return the favor.

And that was just what I would do. He deserved to be appreciated, after all.

He groaned when I sunk to my knees in front of him and wrapped my hand around his cock.

I leaned forward, kissing the tip, making him smile. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this moment.”

“Be quiet,” I commanded before taking his shaft into my mouth and sucking him in, and his cock twitched as he threw his head back.

Why did I feel so powerful right now?

The biggest and most aggressive guy I’d ever known was letting me suck him off.

His chest moved faster as I sucked a little harder and used my tongue to tickle the tip.

His dark, hazy eyes watched me intently, and I got why he wanted me to watch him now. There was something about knowing you held someone’s pleasure in your hands … or mouth. I took his cock into the back of my throat, and although I couldn’t breathe, I enjoyed the fact he seemed powerless in the moment.

“Thea.” He said my name like a wishful prayer, and as he brought a hand up to cup my mouth. I swatted his hands away, dragging him out of my mouth.

Brows furrowed, he looked at me with disappointment.

“If you want to come, you’ll be a good boy, and follow my lead.”

He nodded even though I doubted he got my message.

So I reiterated it.

“No touching me.”

His eyes widened. “At all?”

I shook my head and moved my hand up and down his dick to relieve a little of the tension I knew was whirring through his veins.

“Nope. I want to have complete control of your orgasm. That means no touching, no talking.”

Using my free hand, I pushed his chest so he fell onto the bed. “And no moving.”

“Woof woof” was all he said, but it was enough to make me laugh.

“Sit back and enjoy the ride.”

He nodded, probably too afraid to speak, then grabbed a pillow, tucked it under his head, and watched me with interest.

Pushing my hair to one side, I got back to work with Jackson’s cock.

It was long, but not too long that it was intimidating. Wide enough I knew I’d feel it inside, and reactive. So reactive. Every lick and suck, he twitched, and I loved it.

“Shit, Pyro, I’m com—” I pulled away as the words came out of his mouth, removing my hand and mouth, and hoping I wasn’t too late.

His hips chased my touch, his eyes burning with fury as he assessed what just happened.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Because I told you no talking.”

His shoulders slumped, and I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I loved that his pleasure was being dictated by me.

“I’m sorry, it was a reflex.”

“It’s okay,” I said before pushing off my knees and standing.

Jackson masked his frown. He had nothing to worry about. I would get back to him in a second. I just wanted to make it last longer.

Walking around his room, I kicked past the clothes on the floor.

“I would have cleaned up if I’d have known you were coming.”

“Weren’t you waiting for me after you ate me out on the counter?”

“Yeees, but did I think you were actually going to follow me and attempt to return the favor? No.”

When he wrapped his hand around his cock, I tutted, folding my arms. “Didn’t I just say no touching?”

“I thought you meant you?” He continued to jerk himself off, watching me as he did it. “There’s nothing wrong with touching myself if it’s over you, right?”

“Remove your hand, and I’ll remove my shirt.”

He moved fast.

“Good boy,” I said, and his facial expression changed with the praise.

I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing the fabric across the room. Normally, I’d hunch my shoulders and hide myself, but Jackson made me feel beautiful.

He licked his lips as I pushed my shoulders back, showing off my bright-yellow bra.

“Yellow, Pyro? Is that why you were so insistent on my bed sheets?”

I glanced down at the lace and bit my bottom lip. “What can I say, it’s one of my favorite colors.”

“Mine too.”

I laughed a little. “Why?”

He shrugged, trying his best not to look affected as I removed my bra. My nipples peaked, and although his eyes were fixated on that, he was still able to answer my question.

“Why not? Everything that’s beautiful lives under a yellow sun. It’s a vibrant color, full of life and optimistic energy.”

“Profound,” I mocked.

“Why do you like yellow?”

“Because it’s a pretty color.”

“So we have something in common.”

“I guess so.”

He leaned back on his hands, looking at me almost drunkenly as I walked back to him in just the underwear he’d pushed to the side earlier.

“You look so fucking gorgeous right now.”

It was a small offhanded comment, but it suddenly made me realize how starved for compliments I actually was. No one had ever called me pretty. Not even the guys I dated early in high school. Or if they did, I didn’t hear it. I was too busy hating myself.

Here, with Jackson and his eyes roaming my body, I felt the compliment deep in my core. It didn’t matter I wasn’t stick thin like Aster or had a face as beautiful as Britt’s; I had a man I loved looking at me like he loved me back.

I drew in my breath, those thoughts shocking me, so I’d keep them to myself for now.

Jackson’s breathing was ragged, his cock straining and red as he pined for me. He wanted me to touch him, for him to be able to touch himself, that was for sure. I wasn’t going to let him have that, though. I was enjoying the power a little too much.

“Are you, uh, going to remove those?” He tipped his chin to my black undies, and I thought I’d be nice and listen to him. I shimmied my hips, taking off the thong, then flicked it toward his face.

His eyes lit up as he grabbed the fabric midair. “These are mine now.”

“Rest your back against the headboard,” I said.

When he was comfortably in place, I walked over to the edge of the bed and crawled toward him. Hovering over his body, I kissed him long and slow before sitting right on top of his erection.

He moaned into the kiss, and I felt the whisper of his hands across my skin, which I quickly batted away.

“I’m going to have to tie you up if you keep misbehaving.”

That was when his eyes flickered with something other than burning heat for me … Challenge.

Without another word, he placed his hand squarely on my ass cheek, doing his best to hold back a smile.

“I’ve been a bad boy. What are you going to do now?”

I pushed him off, then jumped off the bed, making my way over to the closet to find something to help with his punishment.

“What are you looking for, P?”

“A tie,” I answered, tossing incorrectly hung clothes out of my way. There was so much stuff in here I was genuinely concerned I’d find a rat underneath it all.

Thankfully, I didn’t, but by the time I got to the bottom, I was disappointed there wasn’t a single tie in sight.

“Do you seriously not own a tie?” I asked from over my shoulder. “Don’t you have fancy dinners to go to with the football team?”

“Oh, I do. The dean’s dinner is coming up. Check my underwear drawer. You should find what you’re looking for.”

I glowered at him. “Then why’d you let me squander through your heap of a mess you call a closet?”

He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “You were bending down, and it was giving me a fine view of your heart-shaped ass. Why would I stop it?”

I rolled my eyes before walking to the other side of the room and opening the top drawer of his dresser, then gasped when I saw his underwear were neatly folded like pocket squares and color coordinated.

“You find something you like?” he asked with amusement.

“Did you do this?” I brushed my fingers across the fabric, taking it all in.

“Have you got an issue with my underwear drawer?”

“It’s just so clean.”

“My clothes are clean; they’re just a pile of mess because usually I’ve been playing video games for hours and I shuck them off and stuff them in my closet. I take better care of my boxers because I need to make sure I have a fresh pair every day.”

It made no sense, but frankly, I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day arguing over Jackson’s weird habits. So I searched the next drawer, happy that his ties were folded next to his socks, then pulled out two and made my way back to him.

Jackson grinned, watching me with his painfully large erection. When I got back to the bed, I straddled him and tied his wrists to the metal headboard.

As I leaned over him, he took one of my breasts into his mouth. “Jackson,” I moaned, trying not to encourage him, but damn, his tongue did things to me.

I tied his other wrist then moved off the bed.

“Why do I like this?” he asked, seemingly more to himself than me.

“Because we’ve already established you like being a good boy,” I stated, and strolled around his room, taking it in.

He whimpered, looking over at me with those deep, puppy dog eyes of his. “What? Are you worried I’m done? Don’t worry. You’ll get yours; I’m just taking my time.”

Everything in his room was football or computer related. I touched his large leather desk chair, surprised when it lit up with all the colors of the rainbow.

“I knew you liked games, but I didn’t realize you were Matty level of obsessed with computers,” I said, taking in the three large monitors on the desk.

Jackson tracked me as I picked up his headset and put them on. I eyed him, expecting him to respond, then remembered I’d told him he wasn’t allowed to speak. After placing his headset on the desk, I grazed my fingers across the black keyboard. With each touch, the back lit up with a different color.

“This has to be one of the most distracting things possible.” I pushed another key, smiling to myself as I made a rainbow. “How do you get any work done?”

Still no response.

“You can answer my questions,” I said.

He shook his head, widening his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just got a little distracted by your naked body. What did you say?”

I leaned my ass against his black desk and raised a brow. “I asked you how you work with the keyboard and chair lighting up like that all the time?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I don’t.” He shifted in his restraints, and if it were anyone but Jackson, I might feel a little sorry for him. I didn’t, though. Jackson deserved it. He’d annoyed me for over a year. Frankly, he was getting off lightly here. “It’s a gaming computer. I only use it to game. They light up when I’m using them or sync with my game.”

“Is that why you failed out of your classes last year? Because you didn’t have anything to work on?”

“No. I failed out of classes because I was gaining thousands of followers online. My computer for college work is under my bed.”

“Thousands of followers?” I whipped my head in his direction.

“Yeah.” He smiled, a dimple denting his cheek. “People watch me play games.”

What the hell was he talking about?

“I make a little money. Nowhere near the level of Aiden kind of money. I’m a microinfluencer, after all, but it does help get me free gaming kitS since companies want me to review it.”

“You lost me at microinfluencer.”

“In short, people like to watch me play games. For some reason, they particularly like to watch me when I’m wearing my jersey or am shirtless.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh my goodness. Is this where you’re going to tell me you’ve been jacking off online and selling it?”

“No. Don’t need to.”

My lip curled. I was in complete and utter shock over everything he’d said. Influencer? Jackson? Creating gaming porn for the masses. His face was painfully symmetrical, and he could be a model if he was so inclined, but wow. I didn’t realize he’d have such an audience.

“How come I didn’t know about this before?”

“Because you and I have never talked, Pyro.”

He had a point. When we were around each other, we yelled. I knew nothing about him except that he riled me to no end and had the biggest cock I’d ever seen.

“Well, then, let’s get to know each other.”

I made my way back to the bed and straddled him. He hissed when I sat on his cock, coating him with my arousal. With no fabric between us, it was carnal and raw, and I felt every ounce of that control in my body.

A shiver of pleasure spiked through me as I rode his cock. His eyes were focused on our connection, his face flustered, and his lips pinched. I could tell he was doing everything possible to stop himself from talking or making a mistake.

“Does it feel good?” I asked, knowing I was close to coming.

“It feels amazing,” he gritted out, his hips desperately trying to move faster, but I was in control. “I love watching you ride me, Pyro. If I wasn’t tied up right now, I’d take your tits in my mouth again. They tasted so sweet.”

I threw my head back, holding on to Jackson’s abs as I rode him. Right there. I was so, so close.

“Then, I’d fill you with my cock and watch your face as your tight little pussy took every inch of it.”

Shit. Why did his words have such an effect on me?

My body seized, and I couldn’t stop the rush of pleasure washing over me. I cried out, riding out my orgasm on his cock and letting out a satisfied moan at the end.

“That was the best thing I’ve ever seen,” Jackson said when I opened my eyes. His face was full of awe, his eyes glazed, and he hadn’t come yet. At least, I didn’t think he had.

I looked down, my breath hitching at the sight of his stomach streaked with his release. A pout tugged at my bottom lip—I wanted that.

“Sorry,” he murmured, voice rough with lingering pleasure, but I had a better idea.

“Don’t be.” A wicked smile curved my lips as I slid down his body, my tongue darting out to clean every drop, savoring the salty taste of him. His muscles tensed beneath me, a sharp inhale giving away just how much he liked it.

When I was done, I reached up and untied him. The second his wrists were free, Jackson hauled me against him. His warmth wrapped around me as he tucked me into his side, one strong hand resting possessively over my shoulder.

For the first time in my life, outside of my family, I felt … wanted. Needed.

I pressed my palm to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat as we lay in the haze of satisfaction.

Then his voice came, low and almost vulnerable. “When I was a kid, no one wanted to be my friend.”

I tilted my head up, searching his face, waiting for more.

He gave me a sheepish grin before pressing his fingers into my shoulder. “We didn’t have a lot growing up. I was also weird.”

“Shocker,” I teased, dragging my nails lightly across his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips.

His lips quirked, and his eyes stayed trained on me. “I liked to play video games and kept to myself. The only reason people talked to me was because I was unnaturally tall for my age. They wanted me to buy them beer, and I did … until I got caught. Then they all pretended they didn’t know me, said I was acting on my own.”

I traced slow, lazy circles on his skin. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “I’m not. I stopped running around with those idiots and focused on football. When I wasn’t on the field, I played video games to relax. It’s then I realized trying to fit in is exhausting and not worth the hassle.”

I shifted closer, letting my leg slide over his, our bodies still tangled in the afterglow. “Why did you tell me that?”

Jackson looked down at me, his gaze darker, deeper than I’d ever seen it before. His fingers brushed up my spine, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “Because I’ve learned that people will let you down. They inherently suck.”

“Oh,” I whispered,

His thumb dragged along my jaw, and he tilted my face toward his. “You don’t, though. You’re awesome, and anyone who ever made you feel less than that? They were just jealous of your greatness.”

Warmth flooded my chest, an unfamiliar dizzying rush of something stronger than lust. My heart raced like it wanted to escape my body and dive straight into his.

“Thanks,” I mumbled. The only thing I felt I could get out.