Chapter 15 - Jack

Craig kissed him back.

Jack moaned into Craig’s mouth. He ran one of his hands through Craig’s hair, the other left to hang over Craig’s shoulder. Craig’s kiss was surprisingly thoughtful, and his lips caressed Jack’s like he wanted this to happen just as badly as Jack did. Jack knew that Craig wasn’t gay—he had a son, after all, and a recent ex-fiancée—but there was no denying the passion in Craig’s touch.

When Craig pinned him to the bed and deepened the kiss, Jack knew that Craig wasn’t just experimenting, either. And when Craig’s tongue forced its way into Jack’s mouth, there was no more doubt in Jack’s mind that kissing wasn’t all they were going to get up to.

Soft hair. Smooth lips. An eager tongue. The clack of teeth. Jack drowned in Craig, letting himself indulge in the man he could never have. Craig’s mouth was sweet, a hint of mint on his breath despite their long day out. Jack adored it.

The kiss grew greedy. Craig tugged at Jack’s shirt, and Jack was all too glad to shed it. As soon as it was off, he was pushed back down against the mattress. Craig’s hands roamed for breasts that weren’t there, and Jack had to laugh against his lips.

“Nipples,” Jack breathed into Craig’s mouth.

The single word was enough to correct Craig’s course. His hands stopped groping. Jack gasped as Craig’s fingertips pinched instead, tugging and playing with the hardened buds of Jack’s nipples. It was too good to be real—he had to be dreaming. Jack hoped he didn’t wake up anytime soon.

Craig was kissing him. Craig was toying with his body. Craig was goddamn wonderful, and Jack couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

He should have been the voice of reason. He should have had the strength to end this and ask Craig if this was what he really wanted.

Jack should have, but he didn’t.

He wanted it too much. Craig was his wet dream come to life, and Jack wasn’t going to turn him down now.

He arched into Craig’s hands and moaned deliriously. The kiss grew hotter still. Their teeth clacked together savagely as Craig took what he wanted. Jack gave him everything he could afford.

Craig’s shirt came off. It landed on the floor, a rustle of fabric against the backdrop of the television. Jack’s palms met the chilled skin of Craig’s chest and the buds of his nipples. Jack hissed in satisfaction, the sound stolen by Craig’s mouth.

Craig’s hands dipped to Jack’s fly. He undid Jack’s belt and the button beneath it. Jack’s zipper fell not long after. Jack closed his eyes and moaned as Craig’s hand passed into his fly and against the bulge of his erection. The impossible was coming to life. Craig was touching him.

“Shit.” Craig broke the kiss long enough to say it. Jack gasped for breath. “That’s what a cock feels like?”

“Different when it’s not your own, right?” Jack asked. He opened his eyes and pressed greedily up into Craig’s hand. To his surprise, Craig moaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”

“I want to fuck you,” Craig uttered. “I want to fuck you fucking senseless.”

Jack’s cock throbbed. A shiver passed through him, tightening in his stomach and drawing his balls up like he was about to come. Hearing Craig talk dirty to him turned him on like nothing else.

“Yeah?” Jack asked against Craig’s lips. He stole a kiss that Craig fought to continue, but Jack pulled away and teased him. “Then why don’t you fuck me fucking senseless? Give me that big fucking dick.”

A growl rose deep in Craig’s throat that Jack found sexy as hell. Craig’s hand gripped him through his boxers, fisting his cock as best he could with cotton in the way. Jack thrust into his hand. He didn’t care if he was easy or if he bottomed—Jack liked to top, but he’d give his ass to Craig in a heartbeat. He’d do anything to get his fill of Craig’s touch.

Anything.

Craig’s hand left his cock, but only so he could tug Jack’s jeans down. Jack helped Craig free his legs, then lifted his hips as Craig worked down his boxers. Wild energy burned between them, impossible to resist or dampen. Jack was under Craig’s spell, but to Jack it looked like Craig was equally as enchanted.

Craig kept his face closely shaved, but Jack felt the coarse beginnings of five o’clock shadow as they kissed. Jack’s hands moved down Craig’s body until they arrived at his belt. He tugged the leather free of the buckle, then went after the button of Craig’s fly.

Craig was hard. Jack wanted him in the worst way.

The button came undone. Jack pulled down Craig’s zipper, then worked to wrest Craig’s pants from his body. Jack operated by touch alone. With Craig on him, kissing him, his mind was elsewhere. He was on the cusp of losing his conscious thought and becoming a creature of instinct. Jack wanted to come so badly.

Craig’s fingers laced through his hair and pulled. Jack hissed against his lips and shoved Craig’s pants and boxer-briefs down. The chemistry between them crackled and sparked in the air like a live wire exposed to water. Jack was helpless against it.

His hand found Craig’s bare cock. He fisted it, guiding Craig through his first few seconds with a man with experienced ease. Craig grunted and bucked his hips. He sunk into Jack’s hand, and Jack rewarded him with a staggering kiss.

Craig was thick and hung. Jack knew he wasn’t ready, but he didn’t care. If Craig wanted to take his ass, he could. Jack would refuse him nothing.

The only issue was lube.

Jack hadn’t come prepared, and he knew that Craig hadn’t, either. The passion they shared was unexpected. Jack didn’t want to kill the moment, but he didn’t want Craig to get too worked up over something that wouldn’t happen, either.

So Jack took control of the situation.

Jack’s fist glided over Craig’s cock. Their lips locked savagely. Craig was nothing more than an animal consumed by his pleasure, Jack his prey. Craig’s hips worked into him, and with each thrust, Jack lost himself a little more.

He’s so fucking hot.

Jack arched his hips as best he could. His bare cock brushed up against his hand, and he opened his fist to let it meet Craig’s. Craig broke the kiss to huff out a breath, the sensation new and foreign. Jack still couldn’t believe this was happening. His straight best friend was trying to fuck him.

No other sexual conquest would ever top this one.

Jack’s hand closed around both their cocks. He pumped them as one, making sure that Craig felt all of him. Craig buried his head against the pillow and groaned, working himself in time to Jack’s strokes. Every time he pushed forward, he slid his dripping cock against Jack’s. Jack was in heaven.

Orgasm swelled. Jack didn’t want it to, but he couldn’t hold it back. Craig was hot as hell. The man didn’t know the first thing about taking it slow.

“Gonna come,” Jack uttered.

Craig groaned with satisfaction and pressed a heated kiss to Jack’s jawline.

“You’re so hot you’re gonna make me come,” Jack stressed. He was hoarse. “Fuck, Craig.”

“Want you to come your brains out,” Craig goaded. He worked his hips, the push and draw of his shaft against Jack’s bliss. “Wanna see how bad you want it. Want you to be dirty.”

Jack couldn’t take it anymore. He inhaled sharply and clung tightly to Craig with his free arm. His stomach clenched tighter, and then his abdominal muscles, until the tightness arrived deep inside and set him off. His cock pulsed. His cum coated Craig’s cock and made a mess of Jack’s palm.

“Shit,” Craig hissed. His movements became tighter and harder, and soon it wasn’t Jack’s cum alone that covered their dicks and left them sloppy. Craig shot into his hand.

He collapsed on top of Jack, panting. Jack released their cocks, exhausted.

It had to be a dream. There was no way that Craig was into him. There was no way that they’d just done that.

“Where can we get lube?” Craig asked. His voice was still deep with lust. It made Jack tremble. “I still want to fuck your brains out.”

“You’re an animal,” Jack said with a laugh. “I think we’re going to have to take a rain check on that one. I’m almost comatose.”

Craig was silent. His chest rose, then fell, and he let out a decompressing sigh. Jack remained pinned beneath him. He wanted to wash his hand, but he also didn’t want to disturb the moment. It felt like at any second the fantasy might dissolve, like spun sugar exposed to water. The longer he stayed still and the less he said, the more likely it was that things wouldn’t change.

Jack had no doubt that Craig would come to his senses soon. Whatever he’d done had been propelled by something Jack didn’t understand. Whether it was exhaustion, delirium, or a simple need to be comforted, it didn’t matter—what mattered was that Craig would come to his senses from it and regret what he’d done.

Jack would regret it, too. He should have known better, and he should have been stronger. But Craig’s body was one he’d never forget. Jack was incapable of resisting him.

Before long, the distribution of Craig’s weight changed. Jack lifted his head to look only to find Craig asleep.

I knew it. All of this was some sleep-deprived fantasy come to life. In the morning, when he has his full senses, he’s going to regret what we just did. He’s going to regret me.

The thought soured Jack’s mood. He scooted out from beneath Craig and rose. Isaac was fast asleep in his car seat, unaware of what his father had just done.

God, was this a mess.

Jack washed and pulled on his boxers, then slipped into the bed beside Craig’s. He wouldn’t make Craig wake up next to him. Jack knew that one night of lust didn’t mean there was anything between them, no matter how much he wished otherwise.

All three of them slept soundly that night, but Jack’s dreams were troubled and disjointed. He’d lived out his ultimate fantasy, but at a cost. The guilt he harbored in his soul refused to be sloughed off.

Jack dreamed of what he had, what could have been, and what would be.

He slept soundly, but his mind did not afford him a moment’s peace.