Page 155 of Double or Nothing

Jack always has control.

He can read people’s bodies as well as he can read any room.

The angle of his fist has his knuckles pressing on sweet spots right in the depths. My balls spark, precum dribbling from my dick as he works me into a slow drilled frenzy.

And that’s when he reaches his other hand around to take hold of me.

He milks my dick with his fist in my ass, working both in tandem with perfect skill.

I have nothing but white light behind my eyes, my ears ringing when he tightens up his grip and I shoot my load. Big streams of cum jet so hard they splatter my chin, and I’m grinning. Grinning and laughing. Grinning because it feels so good, it puts all my previous attempts to shame.

“And relax,” he says, finally easing his fist out of me.

I don’t even try to clench, just soak in the headiness of the aftermath.

I’m still on all fours when he drops onto his back beside me, his blue eyes fixed on mine.

“You ok?” he asks.

I nod. “I’m great.”

“Yes. You are. You took it like a fucking pro.”

I get a bloom of pride that’s normally reserved for the office.

“Thanks. I hope there’s an officially recognised certificate for passing your first fisting.”

“Should have got my camera out. For posterity.”

I smile at him, and he smiles back, but his eyes are digging into mine, as intensely as his fingers dug their way into my asshole.

“You gonna spit it out now?” he asks me.

“Spit what out?”

“Don’t even try to play dumb, BT. I’m not a jackass.” He twists onto his side. Closer. “What’s the big secret? You can’t keep it hidden for ever.”

I close my eyes, daring to clench my wounded ass. He really has made a mess of me.

“It’s about Alice, isn’t it?” Jack asks. “Has Daddy Parker stirred some shit up with you? Trying to play the big boss card?”

I don’t speak. I don’t even know where to start.

I’m surprised when Jack’s dirty fingers grip my arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Come on, just spill the beans, will you? I enjoyed the diversionary tactics very much, but the road is back open now. Unless you want to take another bout of pummelling, but I’d advise against it.”

“It’s complicated,” I say.

“So, what’s he doing, Daddy Parker? What puppet strings are you hanging by?”

“He’s, um…” Jack doesn’t interrupt when I pause. I wince in pain when I shuffle, trying to collect myself. “It’s not just him. He’s just a part of it. It’s… complicated.”

“Great, and I’m a problem solver. I like complicated. Throw it at me.”

I stare into his eyes, and they are full of more than just curiosity. They trap me and hold me. Blue warmth under the bravado.

My heart begins to open. I feel the twine unravelling as the words start to form.