27. Jackson
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jackson
As Margot and I go from the AirTrain to the subway, I go over tonight’s plan in my head on a constant loop. Well, it’s Mya’s plan, but I’ve done a decent job following her instructions and setting up everything. After the show tonight, we’ll go see Times Square lit up, we’ll eat at one of the restaurants open late in Hell’s Kitchen, and we’ll catch a late-night comedy show. It might not be the perfect date, but it’s the best I could do with the little time we have.
Mya insists I should let Margot see New York and tell her I love her in the middle of the city that never sleeps. The whole thing is starting to feel like a lot of pressure. This is why I never wanted to date someone. There are too many expectations. Too many things you’re supposed to make a big deal about, and I hate feeling like I’m going to let people down.
But Margot isn’t just anyone.
I watch the way her mouth moves as she carries on about the paper. She’s so animated when she’s talking about her passion. It’s adorable. She’s in the middle of explaining all the trials and tribulations of a local bookstore when I lean over and kiss her, cutting her off mid-sentence .
Margot smiles against my lips, and I drink up the breath of laughter that tumbles from her. She expects it to be a quick kiss. She expects me to pull away and let her get back to her story, and maybe that was my plan originally, but she tastes too damn good. With my hand gently clasped around her throat, I pull her in to kiss her deeper, and she melts in the seat next to me. Margot’s default setting might leave her rigid, but the way she softens and opens every part of herself for me makes me feel like I hold a sacred key, and seeing her this way is the treasure she keeps locked away.
When we finally do break the kiss, I relish in the sight of her. Pupils blown, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
I did that to her.
Margot clears her throat, and another flush of pink flares underneath the surface of her skin. “So, are we meeting up with the band or?—”
“The hotel,” I answer quickly, my voice rough. “We’re definitely going to the hotel.”
I booked us the nicest room I could afford in New York City, which isn’t saying much. If the four walls had arms, they could easily high-five each other. The room gives the word small a whole new meaning, but I’m not sure Margot cares or notices. Hell, the only reason I notice is because it took fewer steps than I expected to walk her back to the bed, my lips never leaving hers.
I drop her duffle to the floor with a soft thud as I gently lay her back onto the white comforter. Margot looks up at me with bright eyes. Her lips are swollen and red from how much I’ve been kissing her, and her rosy complexion makes her absolutely stunning. I wish I could capture a picture of this turned on, blushing version of Margot. This version of her rarely shines through text. The version of her who’s panting and wanting.
And mine.
My lips press against the sweet skin of her neck, and I murmur her name. Her breath catches like I knew it would, and it brings a faint smile to my lips.
Working my way down her body, I lift her sweater and kiss her between her perfect breasts, her name leaving my lips again. There’s a tiny arch of her back this time, her eyes jumping to the ceiling like she’s saying a silent prayer, but I’m the one who’s worshiping right now.
Slipping down her pants, I groan at the sight of the already damp cotton of her underwear. We’ve both waited so long for this.
“Margot,” I say again, but this time the awe is evident in my voice. She’s so fucking ready for me, and I don’t know what the hell I did to get this lucky.
She goes to clamp her thighs shut with a whimper, but I pry them back open. I’m not sure if she’s embarrassed, or if she’s just trying to ease the ache, but I’m just getting started. With a hand firmly on either thigh to keep her spread for me, I lower my face between her legs and run my tongue over the damp cotton in one, slow, savoring stroke. The familiar sweet smell and taste of her floods through me, and I groan out her name one more time.
Not patient enough to actually pull her underwear off, I move the fabric aside until she’s glistening and bare before me. I’d love nothing more than to devour her, but with another slow stroke of my tongue, I savor her.
She cries out the first time I suck on her clit, and it sends a ripple of pleasure through me. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.”
She nods, her breath coming in short pants. “Me, too.”
“Is this what you thought of?” I dip inside her, fucking her with my tongue. “When you got yourself off all those nights? ”
Her hips buck in response, and I move to hold her down again. “Among other things,” she says sweetly— playfully.
Sucking hard on her clit, she cries out again. “Well, I promise to give you plenty to think about until I come home for the holidays.”
“Please,” she breathes, all signs of playfulness gone. The only thing I hear is need.
After a few more teasing strokes of my tongue, I increase my pace. Margot’s legs shake, and her hands grip my hair so tight it hurts, but I relish in the pain. She tastes like a fucking dream, and I’ll take the pain if it means I get to bury my face between her legs a little longer.
She comes fast and hard. The cracked sound of her crying out is something I’ve dreamed of hearing for months. The way her body tightens and breaks apart is what I’ve thought about for weeks. And seeing it all finally come to light has me cursing the fact that she’ll only be here for a single day.
I collapse onto the bed next to her as she comes down from her high, and as soon as the haze clears, she turns her head to look at me. There’s a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she catches her breath, but the way she’s eyeing me goes deeper than the surface. Something about the way her steady gaze bounces between my eyes lets me know she’s searching for something. I’m not sure what it is, but I hope she finds it.
Running my hand through her hair, the familiar urge to tell her I love her has my chest tightening. I wish I would have said it months ago. I probably felt it but was too stupid to act on it, and now that it’s been left unsaid, those three words feel a lot heavier than they should.
Tonight.
I’ll tell her tonight.
Margot blinks, her eyes clearing. She pushes herself up and straddles me, kissing my neck and chest as she grinds against my briefs. I suck in a breath, my body shuddering when her tongue grazes over my nipple. With expert proficiency, she pulls down my briefs, and I wonder if I imagined the look in her eyes. She doesn’t seem deep in thought now. Hell, she doesn’t seem to be thinking at all. She’s following whatever she’s feeling, and when she lowers herself onto my cock, I stop thinking, too.
Fuck, she feels good.
Margot gasps when I thrust up into her, unable to control myself. I’ve waited over two months to be with her again, and she feels better than I remember. Everything about her is better than I remember. Digging my grip into her ass, I grind against her, hitting deep inside her every time.
Margot cries out, but she rides me so fucking well. She lets her head fall back, her eyes closed. Long red strands of her hair cascade over her shoulders and down her back. She’s completely lost in the moment—completely lost in me. Her hips roll with each of my movements, and she meets my thrust perfectly.
Every.
Fucking.
Time.
“Touch yourself,” I say, my voice rough.
Margot’s eyes fly open, but they’re full of lust and heat.
“Show me what I’ve been missing. Show me what you do when I’m gone.” I thrust up into her, and the moan I get as a reward has me dying to do it again.
Margot’s perfect hand slowly slides down to her clit. As soon as she makes contact, she clenches around my dick, and I let out a groan.
I thought she’d be embarrassed. I thought she’d close her eyes or look away, but she doesn’t. She keeps those gorgeous honey eyes trained on me as she lets her fingers get to work. I physically ache with how badly I want to fill her right now. Watching her bring herself closer to the edge for a second time is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“I always think about you,” she says with another savory roll of her hips, testing my restraint.
“Fuck.” I breathe out the word as I tighten my grip on her.
Margot stays flush against me, her hips rolling so fucking good, and so fucking deep like she always does when she wants to make me come.
Fuck me.
My voice comes out gritty as I trust into her. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”
She whimpers, her eyes squeezing shut as she nods.
“That’s it. Come for me, Red. Show me how bad you want it.”
By the time my last word leaves my lips, she’s already pulsing around my cock. Her body locks, her hands bracing on my chest while she rides out the prettiest orgasm I’ve ever seen. Just seeing her this way sends me free falling over the edge. I thrust into her once, twice, and then I’m done for. I lose control and give her all of me, cursing her name while I spill into her.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her lips to mine. She chokes out another moan as another wave of pleasure goes through her, and I kiss her like I can’t get enough. Because I can’t.