Chapter Thirty-Two
LILY
“Holy shit... w-what the hell?”
I can’t believe that just happened. As if in agreement, my body releases another aftershock, my lower belly clenching.
My thighs and sheet beneath me are soaked asJackson hovers over me, his blue eyes so vivid as he studies my face with a cocky smile, the evidence of my release still shining on his chin.
His mouth is on mine before I have time to form a protest. Not that I want to, not when he looks at me like that.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and it causes another small tremor to roll through my body.
He pulls back, resting his forehead on mine, before he rolls off of me and onto his side. I try to catch my breath as Iturn my face towards him, his gaze locks on mine as he strokes my hair away from my face.
I should move and strip thebed before Iruin themattress. Embarrassment floods me at the thought, but my body currently feels like I’ve been through a deep body massage, my limbs loose like noodles.
Jackson’s knuckles stroke my cheek, his touch almost reverent—cherished. The way he’s staring at me with so much affection has my heart constricting.
“We don’t have long before we need to leave,” he says.
“Oh,” I reply, a mediocre response at best. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to rein in an impending panic attack as I try to process his words. I let out a deep breath and sit up, his hand moving to my lower back.
Last night, I managed to lose myself to Elliot and River long enough to escape my reality and allow them to consume me with pleasure. As I did with Jackson just now, but his words are like a blast of ice-cold water, the heat I was feeling from my orgasm now long gone.
The men who have come to mean so much to me are leaving to take on Richard and hopefully get Mia back unscathed. I’ve not heard from her since the phone call when I was in the hospital.
Jackson’s palm moves up and down my back, his lips moving to my ear.
“Come shower with me, and then we can eat.”
The thought of eating is the last thing on my mind, but I’m not going to pass up the offer to shower with Jackson. If it means I have a few more precious moments with him before I have to say goodbye, I’ll take them.
I glance over my shoulder.
“Yeah, okay, “I whisper and climb off the bed. I grab a hair tie off the top of my dressing table and stare at my reflection as I tie my hair into a messy bun. He watches me in the mirror. “I don’t want to get it wet,” I say before turning for the en-suite. I can feel the heat of Jackson’s body as he follows me to the bathroom, where he rounds me to switch on the shower before he begins to strip out of his joggers and t-shirt, his dick at half-mast, the ladder of piercings glistening. I bite my lip, remembering what it felt like inside me, still surprised he didn’t split me in two.
He clears his throat and smirks, causing me to look away shyly, my thighs still damp from my release, still shocked my body was able to do that. I’ve read about it, but to have it happen, it was a lot. The pressure, the build-up, the release.
Jackson backs me onto the bathroom counter and tugs on the hem of my t-shirt carefully as he pulls it up and over my head, dropping it to the floor. He pushes his body flush against mine, his hard length between us, the cool metal of his piercings causing me to shiver.
He leans in and kisses me; it’s slow and tender, unhurried and full of silent promises. Ending the kiss, he pulls back and takes my hand. His eyes lock on my arm, and instinctively, I bring my hand up to cover the raised skin. The stitches have dissolved completely, but the scar left behind is ugly and bumpy. At least I don’t have to look at the ones on my back. I can feel them when I’m putting on moisturiser or getting dressed, but this one is so much more visible that it’s impossible to ignore.
Jackson tugs my hand away, lowering his head, eyes locked on mine as he lowers his mouth to the scar, and then he places a soft lingering kiss there before standing to his full height.
“Don’t hide from me, Lily.”
I shake my head. “It’s hideous. I hate how ugly it is. Every time I see it, I’m reminded that no amount of training made a difference. I was pathetic and weak.”
His eyes take on a lethal edge, and his thumb and forefinger grip my chin, not hard enough to hurt but enough to show his dominance. “Lily, you are neither of those things. He had you at a disadvantage. But know this: your scars don’t define you. You’re beautiful, Lily. Differences don’t make us flawed. They make us unique. They make us human.”
I blink back unshed tears, his words so honest, so raw.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He tilts his head and smiles. “You don’t have to thank me, not when it’s true.” He tugs on my wrist.“Come on, before the guys search for you and steal you away from me.”
He backs me up until the warm spray from the jets begins to rain down over my body, keeping my head just out of the wayas he reaches for the shower gel. I watch, transfixed, as he squeezes a generous amount in his palm, passing me the bottle. Lathering his hands together, he begins to slowly and meticulously work suds over my shoulders and my breasts.
He nods to the bottle with a smirk.“Fancy helpingme out here, Duchess.”
I squeezesome into my palmand begin to wash him, my eyes raking over his torso, his abs, his muscled back, his hard length that’s standing to attention.
His hands go to my shouldersand guide me to turn around as he washes my back, grabbingmy arse and making my lower stomach clench. I’m still deliciouslysore, and if I’m honest, my ribs are aching, but the thought of Jackson taking me has my core clenching. When he turns me to face him, he’s so closethere’s barely any space between us. His hard shaft brushes against my abdomen, and I glance down. My fingers twitch, desperate to touch him. I wrap his thick length in my fist, and he thrusts into me with a deep-seated groan, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he watches.
“This wasn’t what this was about. You don’t have to do this,” he says, his breath quickening with every stroke of my fist and roll of my wrist. His tip leaks with pre-cum.
Maybe so, but I want to make him come undone the way he did me. I work him faster, harder.
“Fucking hell, Duchess.” His voice is a guttural plea. A benediction.
I tug him closer.
“Fuck it,” he says. His hands move under my arse, and he lifts me off my feet, my hand trapped between us, wrapped around his cock. “Put your legs around my waist. And then put me inside you.”
The cool tiles at my back make me shiver, my legs circling his waist, as he lifts me higher, the head of his cock meeting my entrance.
“Good girl. Now sink down and ride me.”
Moving one hand to his shoulder, I keep the other at the base of his shaft and slowly lower myself onto his cock, feeling every cool metal of each of his piercings until I’m fully seated.
I hiss through my teeth. He feels so much bigger, deeper somehow. I try to breathe through it, allowing myself to adjust to his size.
“That’s it, Duchess, relax. You’ve taken me before. You can take me again.”
His intense blue eyes hold me captive as he lifts me up the length of his cock slowly before bringing me back down. He continues the same rhythm until I’m riding his cock.
It’s slow and unhurried. He’s taking it easy on me, I realise.My pussy is still feeling the after-effects of the night before. But something tells me this is just the beginning. If I choose to embrace it, there’s so much more of where last night and this morning came from, no pun intended.
Gripping the back of my neck, Jackson tugs my mouth down to his and kisses me. It’s deep and intense, conveying so many different emotions.
He’s not just fucking me from below, it’s so much more. His lips move to my neck, his mouth clamping down over my flesh as he sucks hard—enough to mark, before his mouth finds mine again.
I’m building to a climax faster than I believed possible.The way he rolls his hips, hitting me somewhere so deep.
“I’m going to come,” I say against his lips. My core tightens with the build-up of tension. I arch my back, my toes curling, and I clench around him at the point of no return .
“That’s it, come all over my cock, Duchess.”
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, I come, hard, with a sudden release that pulses through my entire body. His dick throbs inside me as he begins to move deeper, harder, faster.
I open my eyes just in time to see him throw his head back and lose himself to his own release, hot jets of cum pulsing deep inside me.
“Fuck,” he says, his gaze locking with mine as he twitches, my tight channel choking out every single drop of his pleasure.
I whimper when he thrusts one final time, grazing my overused clit.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice as he brushes some loose tendrils of hair away from my face and tucks them behind my ear, still pinning me to the wall.
Licking my lips, I smile. “Just sensitive,” I reply, breathless.
He smirks as he surveys my face. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I roll my eyes, unwrapping my legs from around his waist.
“Are you all right to stand?” he asks as he helps lower my legs. I’m about to make some snarky comment in response when my feet meet the shower floor and my knees almost buckle beneath me.“Easy, Duchess.”His grip on my hips keeps me upright, and after a minute or two, I feel less like Bambi on ice.
He moves back, his eyes trailingthe length of my body. A small, inexperienced part of me wantsto hide, shy awayfrom his gaze, but the other part that is trying to feel more comfortable in her own skin wantsto be confident enough to allow him to relish in the moment.
“Do you have any idea what it does to me, seeing my cum dripping from your pussy?”
I shake my head. It’s still very new to me, but each time it’s happened, I’ve loved the sensation of being filled, claimed, and owned.
He drops to his knees and drags my hips forward, causing me to gasp. “Jackson, that’s your...you can’t,” I say, utterly flustered. The thought of what he’s about to do feels positively sinful. And yet River ate me out after he and Elliot both came inside me last night, too.
Without replying, he’s on me, his tongue swiping the length of me and causing me to squirm. I reach out for his shoulders to steady myself as he eats me out.
It’s a heady mix of sensations, torn between pushing him away and sinking onto his face.
Damn it, when did I become this wanton woman?
Another orgasm hits me without warning, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He smiles when he’s done and stands to his full height as I try to get my breathing under control, reminding me how little I’ve managed in the way of exercise for the past few weeks. Something tells me if I want to keep up with these men, I’ll need to work on my stamina.