Chapter 16
16
ZORA
I s there really any point in me fighting? I just know my body is going to betray me like it has the other times Jackson touches me. And then I remember the little bit of dignity I have left and attempt to flee his bedroom the second my feet touch the floor.
I shove past him and race to the door but he has the reflexes of a cat. Jackson grabs my arm and swings me around to face him.
“Going somewhere, baby doll?”
“Jackson, not like this,” I attempt to reason with him.” I see no other way out.
When I came here tonight it was with the full intention of surrender but now faced with the consequences of my decision, I was terrified. Not because I’d find sex with Jackson repulsive. It was the opposite, in fact. I’m scared I’ll like it too much.
Something has to be wrong for my chaotic brain to make me feel this way toward him despite the torment he’s caused me.
“Yes, like this. This is a quid pro quo, and I intend to collect. Now take off your clothes.”
His command is so sudden, I’m almost certain I didn’t hear him correctly. “What?”
“You heard me and I’m not going to repeat myself. You have ten seconds before I rip them off of you myself.”
“Jackson, it doesn’t have to be this way.”
“One.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Stop it. You’re not funny.”
“Two.”
“When you said you would help me, did you mean to degrade me as well?”
“Three.” He pulls his tan polo shirt over his head to reveal his sculptured chest. His body was a bit thicker than in high school, but it was all muscles and hard plains. His chest is liberally sprinkled with a dark hairs that trail down his six pack and disappears into his jeans.
My mouth goes dry and I lick my lips to give them moisture.
“Four.” He undoes his belt and pulls them out of the loop of his pants in one sharp movement.
“Can’t we talk about this?”
“Five.”
His pants go next and he slides them down lean hips. His box briefs rest just below his pelvic bone.
“Six.”
I’m frozen to the spot, watching in fascination his slow deliberate movements. I know my ten seconds were up at least a minute ago, but this game of cat and mouse, has me on edge, leaving me paralyzed with fear and excitement.
“Seven.”
“Eight.”
“Nine.”
His underwear follows the heap of clothing at his feet and I’m almost too scared to look at what’s between his legs. But my curiosity is stronger than my willpower and my gaze strays to the thick member resting on his thigh.
Dear lord, he’s already hard. It’s long, veiny and girthy. Angry and red.
There’s one thing I’m absolutely certain about in this moment.
My ass is in trouble.
“Ten.”
I probably could have made this easier on myself and complied but part of me wanted to test the situation to see just how far he’d go. That apparently was a big mistake, because he stalks toward me like a hungry jungle cat, hyper focused on their prey.
I take several steps away from him until the backs of my legs hit the edge of his bed.
“Jackson—”
Riiiippp.
He’s moved so fast, I didn’t have any time to react to him grabbing a fistful of my tank top, ripping it right down the center leaving my bra exposed.
I reach out to push him away, but he clasps the front of my bra in his hands and tears it open. My breasts spill out but he’s not done. He yanks off my shirt and the tattered remains of my tank top and bra.
My feeble attempts to push him away are useless but I still shove at his shoulders while he unbuttons my jeans.
enough force to send me crashing to the bed. He’s on top of me in an instant, yanking my jeans off.
“Not like this, Jackson.” I kick him in the thigh.
He grunts and catches my ankle before I can do it again. With his other hand he grabs my pants and just like my tank top and bra, they’re torn off me. At some point he must have yanked off my shoes because now I’m completely naked.
He’s seen me like this before but now I feel more vulnerable than I did before. He doesn’t speak, but his aqua gaze sweeps over me so fiercely, I want to pull the covers over my body.
I’ve learned to love and accept my curves. I’m relatively healthy and I try to eat balanced meals and exercise when I can. But I’m still a big girl with curves, rolls and cellulite. The old insecurities from high school come back in full force and those cruel nicknames like baby hippo and lard butt infiltrated my mind.
It doesn’t help that Jackson continues to stare at me with an intensity that sends a shiver up my spine. I cross my arms over my chest, needing to hide myself from his hungry gaze.
Jackson pulls them away and secures my wrists in one strong hand, pinning them above my head. He stares down at me without saying a word. The longer the silence stretches, the more I squirm.
What’s he thinking? Is he disgusted? Does he regret this crazy plan of his?
I turn my head away unable to hold the intensity of his aqua gaze any longer.
“I don’t understand why you’re staring at me like this. Just get it over with.” To my embarrassment, my eyes sting from the tears that threaten to fall.
“Is that what you want, Zora? For me to get it over with?”
I bite down on my bottom lip, refusing to answer to save myself from further humiliation.
“Can’t answer that can you? Scared to admit that you want this as much as I do? I can feel the heat rising from your cunt.” He nudges, my thighs apart with his knee and grinds is erection against my core.
I knew it would only be a matter of time before my body betrayed me, but damn, did it have to give in so easily?”
My nipple stiffens when he brushes his chest against mine, tickling me with his hairs.
I bite down harder on my bottom lip, piercing skin. My mouth fills with the coppery taste of blood.
He cups my core in his palm and squeezes. A wave of pleasure shoots through my body, making my shoulders shake. I barely manage to keep the moan from escaping my lips.
Jackson chuckles. “See? You don’t want me to hurry. And I don’t plan on it. I want to savor every inch of you.”
“Why? Jackson? Do you have a fat girl fetish?”
“No. I have a Zora Knight fetish.”
“You have no idea, how many night’s I’ve dreamed of doing this.” He buries his face in the crook of my shoulder and drops a kiss on my neck, before sucking on my sensitive flesh.
Again I fight to hold back my moan.
He sucks so hard on my skin, I’m sure there will be a mark later.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He captures one of my nipples in his mouth tugs on the turgid tip with his teeth. He bites down just hard enough to send me to the point where pleasure meets pain.
I cry out and wiggle beneath him. The heat between my thighs is nearly too much to endure. He continues to grind his hips against me and his stiff length glide against my slick labia, brushing against my throbbing clit.
He transfers his mouth to my other breast giving it the same savage attention he did with the other. I arch my back, desperately craving this but not willing to admit it.
He releases my wrists and continues his traveling down the length of my body. I should push him away but I can’t ignore the delicious sensations of passion warring inside of me. I tell myself that I’m only doing his because of the deal we made but deep down I want this.
“I’ve dreamed of doing this,” he groans before circling my navel with his tongue and then kissing my belly.
My stomach is one of my biggest insecurities. It’s round and hangs slightly but Jackson kisses it with so much reverence the tears from earlier return and this time, one slides down my cheek.
“Don’t,” I croak.
He raises his head. “Don’t what? Do what we both want?”
“Don’t pretend you’re not repulsed by me.”
“The only one who believes that is you. I think you’re perfect.”
“Don’t lie me to Jackson. You already have me naked in your bed. You don’t have to pretend.”
He tilts his head to the side with one eyebrow raised. “Eventually you and I will have to have a long talk about how to boost your self-esteem.”
“My self-esteem isn’t the issue. I’m just being a realist. Besides, you’re not one to talk about the state of my self-esteem when you spent a lot of time tearing it down.”
“Again, you and I have different recollections of what happened back then but we’ll retable that conversation for another time. I guess the only way to make you believe me is to show you.”
He grabs my hand and slides it down his chest. “Do you feel how hot my body is for you?” Jackson takes my hand lower until I’m touching his cock.
I gasp and try to pull my hand out of his grasp but he holds it firm, forcing me to touch the most intimate part of him. “This is how hard I get just thinking about you, Zora. I have never wanted anyone as much as much as I want you and I’m just going to keep showing you until you believe me.”
If this was anyone else, I may have believed the sincerity of his words but this was Jackson Champion. I don’t know what his game is. Maybe he does want to have sex with me. I’m not completely without any charms but I refuse to let him gaslight me into thinking I didn’t remember the events of the past correctly.
His member pulses in my hand and I curl my fingers around him as if my hand has a mind of its own.
He grunts. “Fuck. If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to control myself.”
I try to pull my hand away but wraps his fingers along mine and slowly guides my hands up and down his length. I didn’t think it was possible but he gets even harder in my hand.
Unable to help myself, I turn my head to look at his face. His bottom lip is between his teeth his aqua eyes are now that stormy blue I’ve come to realize, means his emotions are heightened.
Seeing his arousal does something to me. Knowing I’m the cause of it makes me grip him tighter and stroke him more aggressively.
“Damn, Zora, if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to control myself.” Droplets of his precum spills on my hand. I’m not sure what possesses me but I release him and bring my hand to my mouth to taste his essence.
He’s sweet, salty, tangy and a flavor I can’t place my finger on, but it’s not unpleasant.
The hunger in Jackson’s eyes stirs something within me I never expected. In this moment, I can almost believe he finds me the most desirable woman in the world and that he’s lusted after me for as long as he claimed he did.
The need to drive him over the edge suddenly takes hold of me and I spit on my palm and grip his length once again.
I slide my hand up and down his erection, keeping my eyes locked with his.
“Zora, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. If you keep this up, I won’t be held responsible for what’s going to happen next.”
I continue to stroke him, paying close attention to how his shoulders shake and the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down.
He places his hands on either side of my head to brace himself. “Goddamn Zora, you’re going to make me lose control.” He moves his hips in time with my hand sliding up and down his pole.
Seeing him so vulnerable to my touch heightened my own arousal, stoking the heat within me to a temperature I could hardly bear.
“Enough!” he suddenly roars ripping my hand away from him. “I’m not going to cum in your hand like an inexperienced schoolboy. The first time I release will be inside your wet pussy. Speaking of which, it’s my turn to taste you.”
I pant in anticipation as he slides down my body, throws my legs over his shoulders and settles between my thighs.
Without preamble he buries his face against my pussy and inhales deeply. “You smell fucking amazing.”
Jackson rubs his thumb along my slit. “Look at these fat pussy lips, so slick and wet, and ready for me.”
Any response I could possibly utter is caught in my throat. My body shakes in anticipation. I watch in fascination as Jackson stares at my pussy with hunger and wonder.
His tongue follows his thumb, grazing my slit, staying outside of the folds just enough to tease me. “You taste amazing too.” He gently parts my labia and stares at my insides like a child in a candy store. His tongue peeks out and he smacks his lips together in obvious anticipation.
“So pretty and pink on the inside. And all this is mine, “he declares before clasping onto my clit with his lips.
He sucks on me gently at first and then he bears down harder.
Flames of pure delight shoot to my core and spreads along every nerve in my body. “Oh, God,” I cry out.
He raises is head. “Not God, Jackson, but by the end of the night, you’re going to be screaming my name.”