Twenty-One
Jackson
I hated the way she asked that—like she thought I might say no.
As pissed off as I was, as pissed off as I might ever be, Asia didn’t have to ask me for anything.
Least of all my affection.
I’d give her the whole fucking world if I could.
Would shield her from everything if I could.
Even myself.
But I knew I couldn’t do that.
But this ? This was easy.
I saw how much her words had cost her.
Felt the weight of each one.
Because she didn’t just ask a question.
She opened herself to me, offering up raw vulnerability.
All afternoon, I saw the hesitation, the doubt, all of it manifest in the little crease between her eyebrows.
But I ignored it, too wrapped up in my own rage to give space to her feelings.
And in truth, some dark part of me had reveled in it.
I told myself it had nothing to do with me.
It was just her sitting with the weight of what she had done.
Couldn’t help but feel pleasure at the thought of realizing how much she screwed up.
After all, Asia knew she needed me for survival, so maybe it clicked that calling me a cold-blooded killer wasn’t her brightest idea.
But at her softly worded question, all of that fell away.
I saw the truth clear as day: she didn’t mean to wound; she meant to confess.
That fucked me up.
Admitting that you needed someone? That shit would strip me bare.
On the surface, Asia and I couldn’t be more different. But underneath all the bullshit—all the stuff that didn’t matter anymore—we were the same.
Same ghosts, same weaknesses.
And just like I knew I’d chew my fucking tongue off before admitting I needed someone, I knew it took everything in her to do it.
Made me respect her that much more.
So I didn’t answer her question, didn’t chastise her for not realizing she never had to ask me for anything.
Because words were not my language.
Action was.
So while I didn’t have the words—maybe never would—I had action.
And I would use it now.
So I closed the space between us.
Let my thumb drag across her bottom lip.
Wanted to remind her that she wasn’t alone.
She gave me a soft smile, laced with gratitude.
A smile that very quickly shifted and darkened into something else entirely.
Something deliciously wicked.
She didn’t speak as she got closer.
She didn’t need to .
I let out a deep sigh when she snaked her tongue out of her mouth and curled it around my thumb.
She gave my thumb a little tug and then sucked it deep into her mouth.
I felt it in my cock, my belly tingling with desire, my cock at attention.
Asia kept her eyes on mine as she sucked my thumb in deeper and swirled her tongue around the tip.
I was sure I’d never seen anything sexier than Asia’s pouty expression, hadn’t heard anything sexier than her little panted breaths.
My cock throbbed in time with my heart beat, and I pulled back quickly and gripped her head in my hand.
“You asked for a kiss,” I said.
She smiled, but before she could answer, I pulled her close and covered her lips with mine.
I kissed her with all I had until we were both panting, our breaths mingling, heavy in the room. She tasted like perfection, like everything I never knew I needed.
I ground into her, my hard cock like stone against her soft belly .
The soft little rasp that poured out of her mouth snapped something in me.
I broke the kiss, and then went to cup her breast, but she slipped out of my grasp.
“I was kissing you,” I said, my voice stern but not remotely reflecting my desire for her.
All Asia did was laugh.
“I changed my mind. Now I want to kiss you,” she said.
And that’s exactly what she did.
She kissed my fingertips, kissed up my arm, painting featherlight kisses against my neck, my jaw, my lips.
I tried to pull her in and deepen the kiss, but she again broke my hold.
She pushed me back and straddled me, kissing her way down my body.
The barrier of my clothes between her lips and my skin only made me crave her more, the warmth, the weight of her body against me building anticipation.
She hooked her fingers into my pants and underwear, and I lifted, allowing her to slide them down my hips and off. My cock was at full attention, the tip angry red and begging for her touch .
She denied it; denied me.
Instead she placed another of those soft kisses against my hip. Her breath on my skin left goosebumps in its wake as she worked from my hip toward my belly button.
She inched closer and closer, the feel of her breath, the pleasure of her kisses, sending precum oozing out of my tip.
And still, she didn’t touch me where I wanted it most.
She moved around my cock, kissing and licking her way down, down down…
“Fuck!” I uttered when she lapped her tongue against my sac, increasing the pressure from one side to the other until she covered every inch.
Then she was gone.
I looked up, confused, and then bolted upright when my gaze clashed with hers. She was on her knees, her eyes locked with mine.
“Come back,” I whispered.
Still on her knees, she moved closer, her eyes never leaving mine. When her arm grazed my knee, I let go of the breath I was holding, then reached out to cup her cheek .
“Jackson?” she said, so close that her lips stroked the tip of my cock with every word.
“Yeah?” I said, my voice raspy, needy in a way I’d never heard.
Before she answered, she took a deep breath, a contented smile on her face. “Feed me your cock,” she said.
She opened her mouth, stroked her tongue against my leaking slit, gathering the precum there before she let out a satisfying-sounding moan.
It was enough for me. I gripped her hair tight and rubbed my cock against her hips, then her cheek. It took everything I had not to come when I saw the string of fluid on her skin.
With my hand fisted at the base of my cock, I thrust my hips and pushed into her mouth. She gagged but quickly recovered, taking me as deep as she could and covering those last few inches with her hand.
I rocked my hips experimentally, my body racked with shivers as I pushed deeper and deeper. My control was on the razor’s edge, and then gone completely when she swallowed.
I stilled, pumping cum down her throat until I had nothing left to give .
Asia took every drop, and then licked her lips when I pulled my softening cock out of her mouth.
Then, I kissed her.
Broke away and kept my eyes on hers until she finally looked at me.
Pressed my forehead against hers and closed my eyes.
“I need you, too,” I whispered in my head, knowing I’d never be brave enough to say it out loud.