Chapter 8 #2
Jackson cocks a brow at me. “Worried I wouldn’t know how to handle your heat?”
I laugh. “No, you seem more than capable. I’m happy to keep things to just you.
Sex with one stranger is a lot less intimidating than sex with a group of strangers.
I’m glad you’re a beta. I’m a beta. Or I was a beta.
” I rub a hand across my face with a sigh as I correct myself.
“God, I still can’t wrap my head around being an omega.
How the fuck am I supposed to be an omega? ”
He gives me a sympathetic nod and cups my cheek.
“You’re still you, no matter what your designation is.
This heat isn’t going to change that. So let’s try something.
For the next few days, you’re just Camille and I’m just Jackson.
No designations. We’re two people who are going to have an amazing time fucking our brains out, because that’s what we want to do.
Because we’re both hot as fuck and want to make each other feel good. Nothing else matters.”
His earl gray scent grows stronger as he speaks, and when I squirm in his lap as he mentions wanting to make each other feel good, I realize he’s hard. My breath hitches, relief from his reassurances and arousal from knowing he’s turned on swirl inside me. “We can do that. I’d like that.”
“Good.” Jackson’s hand drops from my cheek to run down my arm, and I gasp softly as his fingertips brush the side of my breast. Every small touch is lighting me up and driving me crazy with the need for more.
“Now, I read the info you gave Daisy, but can you confirm a few things for me before we have some fun?”
I readjust myself in his lap, rubbing against his dick. “I’ll try.”
He chuckles and squeezes my hip. “That’s all I ask. Are you comfortable being alone with me now?”
“Yes. Please, yes.” I sound desperate, but I can’t find it in me to care.
“Mmm, so eager. I love a woman who knows what she wants.” Jackson keeps his eyes on me as speaks again. “Thanks, Daisy. I think I’ve got it from here.”
“Alright, great! Camille, honey, remember if you need anything at all, we’re here. Same goes for you, Jackson.”
“Thank you,” I call back to her, unable to look away from Jackson.
A moment later, the door clicks shut. Tension I didn’t realize was there from Daisy’s presence eases, and filling its place is an unbearable, aching need between my thighs.
“Oh god, I need…” I groan, leaning in to press myself closer to his solid, warm chest.
“I know, gorgeous. I need it, too.” Jackson guides my arms around his neck and stands, cradling me in his arms like I weigh nothing.
When he sets me down on the broad mattress, I try to pull him down on top of me, but he stands and moves away.
I let out a pathetic whine and reach out for him, but he shakes his head. “Questions first. Oh, and I have something for you. For your nest.” His cheeks burnish as he picks up his bag and unzips it, then tosses over a handful of clothes.
I scoop them up on instinct and bring them to my nose, getting a potent hit of his scent. There’s a weird rattling sensation in my chest like a car engine trying to start and I clear my throat, but it doesn’t go away.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” I mutter, rubbing at my chest.
“You’re purring for me. Damn, you really do like the way I smell.” Jackson gives me a cocky smile, clearly pleased at my reaction.
“Stop smiling at me and ask your damn questions before I lose my mind,” I whine. I’m this close to trying to rub one out on my own, though I can tell it won’t do much to help.
I need touch.
I need body heat.
I need his damn cock inside me.
A cock and a knot and lots of cum.
My purring stops as a cramp hits me and I clutch my stomach.
Jackson curses and starts to strip. “You want me to be dominant, right?”
His shirt comes off over his head and the sight of his abs makes my need even worse.
The man looks like a damn super hero. I’m glad the heat seems to mute some of my inhibitions because as much as I’m at peace with my body, I know I’d normally feel self-conscious getting naked in front of someone this fit.
I tug at the zipper of my dress, letting it fall off my shoulders and baring my breasts.
I savor the flash of heat in his gaze as he stares at them, then remember he asked me a question.
“Yes. Unless I really lose my mind and want something else. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what I’ll want… I don’t—”
Anxiety swells inside me, but Jackson gently cuts me off before I spiral too much.
“That’s okay. You don’t need to know. I’ll be dominant unless you ask for something different.
I’ll be in control, but give you what you beg for, unless it was on your list of hard limits.
You can tell me to stop, and I will, no questions asked.
Is there anything you didn’t mention that you want to bring up? ”
It’s a monumental task to think that there’d be anything this gorgeous beta would do to me that I wouldn’t want, but I force myself to focus past the haze of lust. “No other limits…just…it’s been a really long time and I’ve never come with a partner, so I guess do what I ask you for, but don’t be surprised if I don’t orgasm. ”
Jackson shucks his pants and boxer briefs right as I mention not orgasming, and his mouth falls open at the same time as mine.
“Oh wow, you’re huge,” I blurt, pussy clenching at the prospect of feeling something that large inside me.
“No one’s made you come?” he asks at the same time.
I shake my head, but can’t look away from his dick, hard and pointing up towards his taut stomach. I’ve never seen a guy completely hairless before outside of porn, so maybe that’s what is making him look so big.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips at the sight. “I’ll still enjoy it.” Though, I’m glad for the copious amounts of slick I’m producing because otherwise my neglected pussy would have a rough time trying to take him.
“Oh, you’ll more than enjoy it.” Jackson lowers himself onto the bed and grabs the hem of my unzipped dress, yanking it down off my body. “I’ve got days to figure out how many different ways I can make you come.”
I squeak as he grabs my thighs and pushes them apart, baring my slick-soaked pussy to him. The rough, sudden movement has me dizzy with need.
“Fuck, now that’s a pretty sight,” he groans, palming his cock. “So wet and ready for me.” Jackson gives me a filthy smile as he lowers his face between my legs. “Let’s start with this.”
“No, please, put it inside me. I really don’t care about coming. I just need some relief,” I whine.
Jackson raises his head up and narrows his eyes at me. “Do you really not want to come? Or is it more about not wanting any expectations about coming? Because those are two different things.”
I groan. “I like coming, but don’t want getting me off to be unpleasant or a chore.”
A sound similar to a growl rumbles out of him, even though he’s a beta and it sends a thrill through me. “Gorgeous, I love my job. Do you know why?”
I shake my head and shrug. “Besides the obvious of getting paid to have sex?”
Jackson laughs. “Close, but not quite right. It’s because making someone come is my favorite thing in the world. Whether it’s using my mouth, my cock, toys, or only my voice, I don’t care.”
My breath hitches as he gives me a slow once over and it’s clear from the heat in his eyes that he likes what he sees—soft tummy, boobs that are succumbing to gravity, stretch marks, and all.
“And the thought of making you come…” He groans as he strokes his cock and a bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip. “Fuck, gorgeous, I’m at risk of embarrassing myself at the idea of making you come undone.”