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Weeks passed quickly, as they do, and I'd gotten into the habit of working my own hours. Omar didn't seem to care, and I wondered how long I could do that for without being pulled into his office for a `reality check' chat.

My answer came by way of an email one Thursday morning, several weeks AH. AH was the acronym Jackson had given my life After Helena. While absurd, it was also funny and typical Jackson, so it kind of stuck.

"Hi Roger, thank you for the tremendous work you've been doing. In fact, it seems that this new mode of working seems to bring out the best in you. Productivity is up 23 percent and I've had to hire two new associate engineers as you know.

I'd like to have a chat with you about your future within the company at your earliest convenience. I can see there's space on Monday morning at 10.am. I'll go ahead and book this in, and perhaps you and I can get a coffee and discuss this in person?"

I immediately declined the meeting and called Omar.

He sounded nervous.

"Hey," I started.

"Hi, Roger. Is everything okay?" he sounded worried.

I smiled, realising it must seem like I was upset.

"Yes, thanks. Your email..." I could almost hear him gulp.

"Yes?" he sounded terrified.

"You sent me an email proposing some changes, I'm assuming they're good changes, and you want me to wait until Monday morning to find out?!"

He gave me a nervous laugh. "Well, sorry Roger. It's just that, well... your calendar is full, and ..."

"...Omar," I cut him off, "these conversations are far more important. How about we do it now. Absolutely nothing that can't wait. I'll come into the office, and we can have this chat."

To be fair to him, I didn't give him much choice.

I went in, and he offered me a percentage increase in pay, and alluded to a partnership deal with the directors. Figuring that I held all the cards, I thanked him and appeared flattered, but told him I was aware that I was doing all the work and while grateful they'd hired new juniors, I had asked for those juniors a year earlier. And I pointed out that most of the new business we were being awarded was due to referrals from my existing clients, who were very happy with the plans and the work we had delivered.

Omar said he'd have to get back to me when I told him what I proposed. I worked that day from my desk, went for beers with the colleague I used to enjoy drinks with, but listening to him whine about his wife, and his boring life, I realised I had a lot less in common with him than BH.

After two beers, I told him I had to rush off. He seemed surprised, but I didn't care.

When I got home, I discovered that half my furniture had disappeared.

The note on the counter, held down by the key-ring that once belonged to Helena, with her keys removed for some inexplicable reason.

`Hey, I'm sorry, but still not ready to chat. I do love you, but I'm on a different journey now. One day you'll understand. I've only taken the bare minimum; I have a new job and it will take time to rebuild. I'm sure you'll understand. Hx'

I slid to the floor holding her note. It smelled like her. In fact I realised the house smelled like her. Her scent was everywhere.

She'd taken some spices -- are you fucking kidding me?! And some canned food I'd bought, and half the bedding -- all the good ones, and the coffee table we'd bought together, and the television -- the only one, and her shoe cupboards which I'd bought, and the wine cabinet bar stools.

I felt like I'd been robbed.

By my own fucking wife.

I was instantly, very fucking angry.

She walked out of my life without giving me a reason, and then came back in when she felt like it and took away things without discussing it with me first.

MY THINGS.

I think the one thing that really pissed me off the most was that she'd taken canned food I'd bought a few days earlier with Jackson.

I rang Jackson.

"I thought you didn't like phone calls," there was a lot of noise behind him, "just a second...what?" he appeared to be talking to someone else. After some conversation that made no sense to me, "sorry Rog. What's up? Is everything okay?"

I was about to answer, but he interjected with, "oh wait, don't tell me. I think this -- whatever it is, will need to be followed up with some wine and long discussion. I'm still at work, problems today, but can be at your place in..."

"Jackson!" I nearly shouted.

"Jesus! No need to yell Rog. What's going on?"

"She's been here." I started crying. No... I sobbed.

Jackson said he'd be right over, and told me to hang tight.

He arrived less than half hour later, with more wine, even though he knew I had plenty, because only days earlier, he'd used my credit card to buy plenty online, while I slept on the couch next to him.

"I ordered pizza -- for me, relax, I haven't eaten, but you're still paying for it," he said, pushing through the door and dumping contents on the counter, then turning to study me.

"Fuck," was all he said when he looked into my eyes.

I sniffed, not sure what I wanted to say.

"You look like shit," he finished.

I laughed, unexpectedly, and sprayed snot and who knew what else off, but I used my arm to wipe that off, then headed off to the bathroom to wash my face and hands.

Jackson exclaimed a few times while I was in the bathroom. "What a bitch! She took the fucking coffee table!?" I walked into the room and watched him; he was staring at where the coffee table used to be.

"I miss that the most," I sniffed.

"Not the television? The Google Home Box? The bar stools, but the coffee table is the stand-out item you miss the most?" he seemed puzzled.

Jackson went off to the bedroom and came back with a weird cabinet that had always stood out in the bedroom. Helena had bought it and we'd both laughed, realising it didn't suit the house or anything we had. We'd intended to get rid of it, but it remained in the bedroom as our temporary storage, for when we threw our clothes off and couldn't be bothered putting them away.

"You said this was a pointless object you hadn't gotten around to throwing out," he said.

I nodded, but watched him carry it in.

He placed it where the coffee table used to be and it made me laugh.

Not because it was absurd, but because it sort of fit in a weird sort of way. It was almost the same length of the old coffee table, if perhaps slightly higher, and slightly wider.

Jackson sat on the couch with a wine in his hand and put his feet up on the coffee table.

I laughed out loud again, but went and sat next to him with a wine glass in my hand.

"I think she did you a favour mate," he said, as he toasted me with the glass.

I shook my head, then nodded. It was kind of weird how much better I liked this simple, wooden, grey coffee table that shouldn't have fit, but somehow looked perfect amidst the oak furniture and coffee-coloured couch.

We talked about Helena's visit, and both offered our perspective on it for a bit, but then felt like it was unnecessary.

"I think I'm done talking about her. Time to get over it," I said, and drank more wine.

When I looked over at Jackson, he was staring intently into my eyes.

"What?" I asked.

He smiled, then looked away.

"Oh no...what?" I asked.

He shrugged, and looked to where the old T.V. used to be. "Oh shit...she took that?"

I looked where he was looking, but realised what he'd done. "Nope, not that easy. Spit it out."

With a big sigh, he said, "I think Maria is going to leave me too. And if she doesn't, I think I'm going to leave her."

This wasn't a surprise. They were on the rocks for a long time, had stopped having sex completely and seemed to argue all the time. They'd gotten to the point where it seemed like they didn't even like each other anymore.

While I didn't ask Jackson about his sexcapades, I knew he was still playing by the side. My mind went back to that day I'd seen Jackson in the shopping centre with his wife, and how happy they'd looked and how confidently he'd guided her away, before detouring to the café to rendezvous with me. Little did I know then what I knew now, how unhappy Jackson had been all that time.

And nor did I realise how unhappy I'd been either.

"Damn. I'm sorry mate," I said.

"Meh, shit happens. Anyway, didn't want to come here and make this about me," he said, but then pizza arrived, and they asked for money.

I laughed.

"You're lucky I carry cash in these digital times!"

"Stop acting poor," he said for the benefit of the delivery boy, who seemed bored.

I paid, and took the pizza before closing the door.

"She gone?" I asked, bringing the pizza to the new coffee table.

"Is who gone?" he said, eyeing the pizza.

I didn't repeat myself, but lifted my shoulders and stared.

"Ahhh. Yeah, back to her parents. And by parents, I mean secret lover she refused to admit she's got."

"What!?" I flopped next to him on the couch with mouth wide.

"I don't know mate. It's possible. She's being weird."

I didn't want to state the obvious, but then he did it himself.

"For all I know she might have cottoned on to my secret side shit..."

He dug into pizza, and I had one slice.

"You must be really horny?" he asked me.

It took me a few seconds to register his comment, but when I did, I slowly turned my head to look at him. He had a look in his eye that I've seen before.

And as soon as he said that I realised that I hadn't had any form of sex in several weeks. In fact, the last time I'd had any intimacy had been when Jackson had blown me in the kitchen.

My dick stirred at the thought of it. You could say I almost jizzed in my pants when he looked at me that way.

But I looked away, because I didn't know if I was ready to do anything intimate with anyone, and was worried that I'd feel worse afterwards.

That is until Jackson put his hand on my leg.

His hand felt warm, gentle, and tender, and his fingers only very gently squeezed my leg.

When I turned to look at him, I suddenly found him attractive again.

His stubble had grown into a small beard, and his eyes twinkled with mischief, but his eyes looked desperate for a good night's sleep.

Suddenly all I wanted was Jackson naked on top of me.

I put my wine down and turned to him, and wasn't surprised to see he'd done the same. He was ready, and must have been ready for quite some time.

Our faces weren't even inches apart, then our lips connected, and it was a blur. We stood, hugged, and kissed, enjoying one another's kiss. It was both rampant and urgent, like that first time in the toilet cubicle.

My dick strained against my pants and trousers, begging to be released, and I felt his rock-hard cock push against mine.

Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe it was just getting caught up in the moment, but our clothes vanished and I found myself in my bed naked, with Jackson on top of me, passionately kissing me. His hands caressed the back of my head; his fingers massaging my neck tenderly as his tongue licked mine, and our lips intertwined intimately, familiarly.

Jackson's enormous dick rubbed alongside mine, and onto my belly, while he kissed me, licked my ears, kissed my neck, then licked at my lips and pushed his insistent tongue into my mouth and forced my tongue to connect with his.

The kissing went on for a long time, occasionally I'd move to the top position and gyrate my hips deeper into his, pressing our cocks together so firmly that the pressure felt incredible. Just feeling his dick rubbing against mine made me close, and his hairy chest and muscled pecs pressed against mine while his arms pressed me tighter onto him.

Eventually, he sucked my dick, but I had to push his head away, because I wanted to nut too quickly. He came up, wearing a big mischievous grin on his face, eyes twinkling as his cock continued to rub against mine, licking my lips tenderly with his tongue, little, tiny kisses around my mouth as we sucked in each other's breath.

He whispered, "you can cum twice."

It wasn't a question, and I realised he was right, and that we weren't in a hurry, and that I potentially could jizz as much as I wanted.

He slid back onto my dick, his expert mouth swallowed the whole thing but the pressure built up in seconds.

"Jackson...!" I began, but he didn't stop or slow down, instead he sped up, sucking the shaft, and letting the bell end of my cock hit his tonsils, as he tightened his throat like he'd done this a thousand times. Then, as my ejaculation began, he slowed right down and almost completely stopped.

"Fuuuuuck!" I groaned out loud, and deeply, because the way he did that just made it so much more intense. But then his mouth very gently wrapped around my dick, and that hot mouth tightened, and didn't move, while his tongue pushed down around the head and my hips pushed up, my toes curled, my hands grabbed fistfuls of the sheet as several weeks' worth of jizz began to erupt out of my more than ready cock.

And then it happened. I blew my load in a torrent of convulsions that wracked my body, bucking Jackson, who was kneeled between my thighs, holding my dick firmly, with his open mouth accepting everything I had to give. It appeared he wasn't in the mood to waste any, and drank it all greedily with slurping sounds, and continued to do so, as the last of it dribbled out, while my hips bucked up one last time.

I completely relaxed, feeling an enormous release as I tried to get my breathing back under control.

"Fuck..." I said breathlessly, between gulps of air.

With a mouth full of my jizz, Jackson came up, still wearing a cheeky expression on his face. I felt him lay on top of me and press against me, as he was still really hard. It was clear he wanted me to watch him swallow my load, because he did it in an obvious way.

I was surprised to be quite turned on by it.

But sated, and feeling exhausted, I lay there unsure what was next. My body begged for sleep and the urgency was gone.

Jackson had other ideas, as he kissed me. Once more, the taste of my own jizz was interesting. Not quite a turn-off, nor did it do anything for me, but I kissed him back and it definitely felt a lot less intense.

Though somehow, it was even more intimate, with Jackson sliding to lay alongside me, one arm under my neck and the other draped across me, stroking my chest slowly and gently, as his mouth hung around mine me with long, slow, lingering kisses.

It kept my dick hard, while he did all that, and I was keenly aware he hadn't jizzed, but the urge to go a second time wasn't there for me but I forced myself to go along.

Jackson had been quite unselfish with me, and I needed to repay that.

Instead, I rolled back onto of him and kissed him, which he welcomed, then moved down to comfortably put myself between his legs. I figured he'd been getting more sex than I was, and it would take a while, so I was surprised when he blew his load into my mouth fairly quickly.

Giving him a taste of his own medicine, I came back to his face and let him watch me swallow it.

His eyes penetrated deep into me, as though he was reading me, but then he kissed me again, with the taste of both of our jizz swirling around our mouths.

At that point I thought I'd roll over and sleep, but Jackson got up and took a shower, and I realised I was wide awake, so I went into the lounge naked and put my feet up on the new coffee table and finished my wine.

He came out a little while later, naked and with a twinkle in his eye.

"What?" I asked.

"I thought we'd have a little break and go again.

I knew he wasn't kidding.

"I'm prepared for anything, if you know what I mean," he added.

I didn't immediately understand what he meant, which was something Helena said I did often to her.

"I'm prepared in case you...you know, you want to fuck me."

The coin dropped. We sipped wine and sat in silence, though it wasn't awkward, especially when Jackson put a leg across mine and lay back naked.

After a while, in which we sat in a very comfortable silence, I guessed that we might be putting his ginormous dick in my arse, so I went off to prepare myself too.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was on the bed, my glass of wine on my side dresser and his on his side.

Jackson lay in the centre of the bed stroking his dick and smiling at me.

And I was suddenly very much ready for a very long night ahead.

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洞里伸进来的玩意儿 - 第十四章

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几周一晃就过去了，我已经养成了自己安排工作时间的习惯。奥马尔好像也不在乎，但我心里在嘀咕，这种好日子还能过多久——迟早有一天我会被他叫进办公室，来一场"现实检验"式的谈话。

答案在一个星期四的早上以邮件的形式出现了——那是 AH 之后的几周。AH 是杰克逊给我的生活新纪元起的缩写——"海伦娜之后"。虽然这缩写很离谱，但也很好笑，很符合杰克逊的风格，所以就这么叫开了。

"你好罗杰，感谢你这段时间以来所做的巨大贡献。事实上，这种新的工作模式似乎激发了你最好的状态。工作效率提高了 23%，而且你也知道，我已经新招了两名助理工程师。

我想找个时间跟你聊聊你在公司里的未来发展，越快越好。我看了一下，周一早上 10 点我有空。我就先把这个时间定下来了，到时候也许我们可以一起喝杯咖啡，当面谈谈这件事？"

我立刻就拒绝了那个会议，然后给奥马尔打了电话。

他听起来有点紧张。

"嘿，"我开口。

"嗨，罗杰。一切都还好吗？"他听起来很担心。

我笑了，意识到他肯定以为我在生气。

"嗯，挺好的。谢谢。你的邮件……"我几乎能听见他咽口水的声音。

"嗯？"他听起来吓坏了。

"你发邮件说想跟我谈些变动——我猜是好事，对吧——但你居然想让我等到周一早上才知道是什么事？!"

他紧张地笑了一声。"嗯，抱歉罗杰。只是……呃……你的日程表都排满了，而且……"

"……奥马尔，"我打断了他，"这种对话比什么都重要。我们不如现在就谈吧。绝对没有什么事是不能等的。我现在就去办公室，我们当面谈。"

说句公道话，我也没给他多少选择。

我去了公司，他给我提了加薪，还暗示了跟董事们的合伙人协议。我琢磨了一下，觉得自己手里全是好牌，于是礼貌地表示了感谢，装作受宠若惊的样子。但我告诉他，我很清楚大部分活儿都是我一个人干的——虽然我很感激他们招了新助理，但那两个人我一年前就要求招了。我还指出，我们新拿下的项目，大部分都是现有客户推荐来的——他们对我出的图纸和交付的成果非常满意。

当我把我的条件告诉奥马尔之后，他说他得回头再跟我谈。那天我在办公室里工作了一整天，下班后跟以前常一起喝酒的同事去喝了杯啤酒。但听着他抱怨自己的老婆和无聊的生活，我意识到，跟"海伦娜之前"的我相比，我们之间的共同点已经少了很多。

喝了两杯啤酒之后，我告诉他我得赶紧走了。他看起来有点惊讶，但我不在乎。

回到家的时候，我发现家里一半的家具都不见了。

料理台上压着一张纸条，用海伦娜以前用的钥匙圈压着——钥匙圈上的钥匙不知为何被拿掉了。

"嘿，对不起，但我还是没准备好跟你谈。我确实爱你，但我现在走在一条不同的路上。总有一天你会明白的。我只拿了最必要的东西；我有了新工作，需要时间重新开始。我相信你会理解的。H x"

我滑坐到地上，手里攥着她的纸条。纸条上有她的味道。事实上，我意识到整个房子都是她的味道。她的气息无处不在。

她拿走了一些香料——你他妈是在逗我吗？！——还拿走了一些我买的罐头食品，一半的床上用品——全是好的那几套，我们一起买的咖啡桌，电视机——家里唯一的那台，我买给她的鞋柜，还有红酒柜的那些吧台凳。

我感觉自己像被抢了。

被我自己的亲老婆。

一瞬间，我他妈出离愤怒了。

她没给我任何理由就从我的人生里消失了，然后她想回来的时候就回来，拿走了属于我的东西，连跟我商量都没商量过。

我的东西。

我觉得最让我火大的一件事是——她拿走了我和杰克逊几天前一起买的那些罐头。

我打给了杰克逊。

"我以为你不喜欢打电话，"他那边背景音很吵，"等一下……什么？"他好像在跟别人说话。经过一段我完全听不懂的对话后，"抱歉，罗格。怎么了？出什么事了吗？"

我正要回答，但他插嘴说："哦等等，别告诉我。我觉得——不管是什么事——肯定得配上红酒慢慢聊。我还在上班，今天有点麻烦事，但我可以到你家，大概……"

"杰克逊！"我几乎是在喊。

"老天！不用那么大声，罗格。到底怎么了？"

"她来过了。"我哭了起来。不——我是抽泣。

杰克逊说他马上过来，让我别动。

不到半小时他就到了，又带了一堆酒——明明他知道我家还有很多，因为几天前，他还用我的信用卡在网上买了一堆，当时我就在旁边的沙发上睡觉。

"我点了披萨——给我自己吃的，别紧张，我还没吃饭呢，但还是你付钱，"他说着推门进来，把东西倒在料理台上，然后转身打量着我。

"操，"他看着我的眼睛，只说了这么一个字。

我吸了吸鼻子，不确定自己想说什么。

"你看上去像坨屎，"他补了一句。

我意外地笑了，喷出了鼻涕和不知道什么玩意儿，然后用胳膊擦掉，走进洗手间洗脸洗手。

我在洗手间里的时候，杰克逊在外头喊了几声。"这婊子！她居然把咖啡桌拿走了？！"我走进房间看着他——他正盯着原本放咖啡桌的地方发呆。

"那是我最想念的东西，"我抽着鼻子说。

"不是电视？不是谷歌音箱？不是吧台凳？而是咖啡桌是你最想念的东西？"他看起来一脸困惑。

杰克逊走进卧室，拿出了一个奇怪的柜子——那东西在卧室里一直很显眼。是海伦娜买的，我们俩当时都笑了，因为它跟房子里的装修风格完全不搭。我们本来打算扔掉的，但它一直留在卧室里当临时储物柜用——我们脱了衣服懒得收拾的时候就扔在上面。

"你说过这是个没用的东西，一直没来得及扔，"他说。

我点了点头，看着他把它搬进来。

他把那柜子放在了原本咖啡桌的位置，这让我笑了。

不是因为它很离谱，而是因为它以一种奇怪的方式居然挺搭的。它跟旧咖啡桌差不多长，可能稍微高一点、宽一点。

杰克逊端着红酒坐在沙发上，把脚搁在了那新柜子上。

我又笑出声来，但也端着酒杯走过去坐在他旁边。

"我觉得她其实是帮了你一个忙，哥们，"他说着，举杯向我示意。

我摇了摇头，然后又点了点头。奇怪的是，我居然更喜欢这张简单的、木质的灰色桌子——它本来不该出现在这里的，但不知怎的，在橡木家具和咖啡色沙发中间，它看起来居然完美极了。

我们聊了一会儿海伦娜来过的事，各自发表了一下看法，但很快就觉得没必要再聊了。

"我觉得我已经不想再谈她了。是时候翻篇了，"我说着，又喝了一口酒。

当我转头看向杰克逊时，他正死死盯着我的眼睛。

"怎么了？"我问。

他笑了，然后移开了视线。

"哦不……怎么了？"我又问。

他耸耸肩，看向原来放电视的地方。"哦操……她把那个也拿走了？"

我顺着他的视线看过去，但马上意识到他在干什么。"不，没那么容易。有话就说。"

他深吸了一口气，说："我觉得玛丽亚也快要离开我了。就算她不走，我也觉得自己该离开她了。"

这倒不让人意外。他们的关系已经岌岌可危很久了，彻底停止了做爱，好像每天都在吵架。他们已经到了那种地步——好像连彼此喜欢都谈不上了。

虽然我没问过杰克逊关于他那些风流韵事，但我知道他一直在偷吃。我的思绪回到了那天在购物中心看到杰克逊和他老婆的那一幕——他们看起来多幸福啊，他多自信地牵着她的手，然后拐去咖啡店跟我碰头。那时候我什么都不知道，不像现在——我知道杰克逊那时候有多么不快乐。

我也不知道原来我自己也很不快乐。

"妈的。真遗憾，哥们，"我说。

"唉，世事无常。反正，我来这儿不是为了把话题扯到我身上的，"他说。这时候披萨送到了，人家问我要现金。

我笑了。

"你真走运，在这数字支付时代我居然还带着现金！"

"别装穷了，"他说这话的时候故意说给送餐小哥听——那小哥看起来一脸无聊。

我付了钱，接过披萨，关上了门。

"她走了？"我问，把披萨放到新咖啡桌上。

"谁走了？"他说着，眼睛盯着披萨。

我没重复，只是耸了耸肩，盯着他看。

"啊——。嗯，回她爸妈那儿了。不过说'爸妈'，我指的是她那个一直不承认的秘密情人。"

"什么？！"我扑通一声坐到他旁边的沙发上，张大了嘴。

"我也不知道，哥们。有可能。她最近一直怪怪的。"

我不想明说，但他自己先开口了。

"说不定她早就发现了我那些秘密破事儿……"

他大口吃起了披萨，我也吃了一块。

"你肯定憋坏了吧？"他问我。

我花了几秒钟才反应过来，然后慢慢转头看向他。他眼里的那种神情我以前见过。

他这么一说，我才意识到——我已经好几个星期没碰过任何形式的性爱了。事实上，我上次体验到亲密接触，还是杰克逊在厨房里给我口交那次。

想到那个画面，我的鸡巴动了一下。可以说，当他用那种眼神看着我的时候，我差点当场射在裤子里。

但我移开了视线，因为我不确定自己是否准备好跟任何人发生亲密关系，也担心事后会感觉更糟。

直到杰克逊把手放在了我腿上。

他的手很温暖，很温柔，很轻柔，手指只是轻轻捏了捏我的腿。

当我转头看向他时，我突然又觉得他很性感了。

他的胡茬已经长成了小胡子，眼里闪烁着调皮的光芒，但也看得出他眼底那种急需好好睡一觉的疲惫。

那一刻，我唯一想要的就是杰克逊光着身子压在我身上。

我放下红酒，转向他——毫不意外地发现他也做了同样的事。他准备好了，肯定已经准备好一阵子了。

我们的脸距离不到几英寸，然后嘴唇碰在了一起，接下来的事就模糊了。我们站起来，拥抱，接吻，享受着彼此的唇舌。那感觉既放肆又急迫——就像第一次在厕所隔间里那样。

我的鸡巴在裤子里挣扎着，乞求被释放出来，我也感觉到他那硬邦邦的鸡巴顶着我的。

也许是红酒的作用，也许是那一刻的激情冲昏了头脑——我们的衣服消失了，我发现自己光着身子躺在床上，杰克逊压在我身上，激情地吻着我。他的手抚摸着我的后脑勺；手指温柔地按摩着我的脖子，他的舌头舔着我的，我们的嘴唇亲密地、熟悉地交织在一起。

他那巨大的鸡巴贴着我的鸡巴摩擦，顶在我肚子上，而他继续吻着我——舔我的耳朵，吻我的脖子，然后舔我的嘴唇，把执着的舌头推进我的嘴里，逼着我的舌头跟他的纠缠在一起。

接吻持续了很久。偶尔我会翻到上面，更深地扭动胯部压进他身体里，把我们的鸡巴紧紧压在一起——那压力太他妈爽了。光是感觉到他的鸡巴贴着我的摩擦，就让我快到了。他毛茸茸的胸膛和健硕的胸肌压着我的，他的手臂把我搂得更紧。

最后，他吸了我的鸡巴——但我不得不把他的头推开，因为我不想射得太快。他抬起头，脸上挂着一个大大的坏笑，眼睛闪闪发光——他的鸡巴继续贴着我的摩擦，他用舌头温柔地舔着我的嘴唇，在我嘴边落下一个又一个小吻，我们互相吸着彼此的气息。

他低声说："你能射两次。"

那不是一个问题，我意识到他说得对——我们不赶时间，而且理论上我可以想射多少次就射多少次。

他又滑回到我的鸡巴上，那张专家级的嘴整根吞了下去，但几秒钟内压力就积聚起来了。

"杰克逊……！"我开口，但他没有停止也没有放慢——反而加快了速度，吸着我的茎身，让我的龟头顶到他的扁桃体，收紧喉咙——好像这种事他已经干过一千次了。然后，当我开始射精的时候，他放慢了速度，几乎完全停了下来。

"操操操操操——！"我大声地呻吟出来，声音低沉，因为他那做法让一切都变得更加强烈。但他的嘴非常温柔地裹住了我的鸡巴——那张滚烫的嘴收紧，不再移动，而他的舌头绕着龟头向下压，我的胯向上顶，脚趾蜷缩起来，双手攥紧床单——几个星期的存货开始从我那早就准备好的鸡巴里喷涌而出。

然后它来了。我爆发出了一股精液洪流，全身抽搐着，把杰克逊都颠了起来——他跪在我两腿之间，紧紧握着我的鸡巴，张着嘴接受我给出的一切。他好像不想浪费任何一滴，贪婪地吸吮着吞下所有东西，继续这样干着，直到最后一滴也流出来——我的胯最后一次往上顶了一下。

我彻底放松下来，感觉到一种巨大的释放，拼命想控制住呼吸。

"操……"我喘着气，大口吸着空气。

杰克逊嘴里含满我的精液，抬起身来，脸上还挂着那个痞痞的表情。我感觉到他压在我身上，贴着我的身体——他仍然硬邦邦的。很明显，他想让我看着他吞下我的存货——因为他用一种非常显眼的方式完成了这个动作。

我有点惊讶自己居然被这个画面勾起了性欲。

但满足了，也累了，我躺在那里，不知道接下来会发生什么。我的身体在乞求睡眠，那股急迫感已经消失了。

但杰克逊另有打算——他吻了我。又一次，尝到自己精液的味道，感觉挺奇妙的。说不上是扫兴，也没让我特别兴奋，但我回吻了他——感觉确实没那么强烈了。

不过奇怪的是，这反而更亲密了——杰克逊滑到我身边躺下，一只胳膊垫在我脖子下面，另一只搭在我身上，慢慢地、温柔地抚摸着我的胸口，他的嘴贴着我的嘴，漫长、缓慢、缠绵地吻着。

他做这些事的时候，我的鸡巴一直硬着。我清楚地知道他还没射，虽然我没有再来一次的冲动，但我强迫自己配合下去。

杰克逊对我一直挺无私的，我得回报他。

于是我翻到他身上，吻了他——他很欢迎——然后往下挪，舒舒服服地把自己放在他两腿之间。我猜他最近得到的性爱比我多，应该会更持久——所以当他很快就在我嘴里射了的时候，我有点意外。

以其人之道还治其人之身，我回到他面前，让他看着我吞下去。

他的眼神深深刺入我的身体，好像在阅读我——但然后他又吻了我，我们俩精液的味道在嘴里交织旋转。

到那时候，我以为我会翻身睡过去，但杰克逊起身去冲了个澡。我发现自己清醒得很，于是我光着身子走进客厅，把脚搁在新咖啡桌上，喝完了红酒。

过了一会儿他出来了，光着身子，眼里闪着光。

"怎么了？"我问。

"我想我们休息一下，再来一轮。"

我知道他不是在开玩笑。

"我已经准备好了，如果你懂我意思的话，"他补了一句。

我一开始没明白他是什么意思——海伦娜常说我对她也是这样。

"我已经准备好了，以防你……你懂的，你想操我。"

那话掉进我耳朵里了。我们喝着酒，沉默地坐着——不过气氛一点也不尴尬，尤其是当杰克逊把一条腿搭在我腿上，光着身子往后靠的时候。

坐了一会儿，在非常舒适的沉默中，我猜想我们可能会把他那根巨大的鸡巴放进我屁眼里——于是我也去厕所把自己准备好了。

当我从厕所出来的时候，他已经在床上了——我的红酒放在我这边的床头柜上，他的那杯放在他那一边。

杰克逊躺在床中央，抚摸着自己的鸡巴，对我笑着。

而我突然完全准备好迎接一个非常漫长的夜晚了。

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