Chapter 12 Shyanne #4
Glancing at the clock on my dash, I realized it wasn’t actually that late yet. I crossed my fingers, hoping he was still at his friend’s house, maybe having beers and watching a baseball game.
When the house came into sight, I almost let out a shout of relief when I didn’t see his truck. Jackson’s fingers grazed across my thigh, down to my knee and back, sending electric bursts of sensation across my body. By the time I slammed the Jeep into park, I was almost shivering with desire.
Jackson got out and rounded the car. Watching him through the windshield as he made his way to my door, I quickly tossed all thoughts and worries aside—any hesitations, and all the bullshit self-talk that liked to creep into my mind.
No. Tonight was about Jackson and me. Pleasure, fun, and intensity.
We both wanted this. We’d both been tiptoeing around it almost since the moment we met, and now it was going to happen.
Jackson opened the door and held out his hand. I took it, and when our skin met, a switch seemed to flip in my mind. An overwhelming need, along with a savage burning ache between my legs, sent my brain into a tailspin. I practically leaped from the car, grabbed his shirt, and yanked him to me.
This kiss was different from the first. It was more urgent, more passionate.
His tongue caressed mine—warm, soft, and wet.
Firm but gentle hands grabbed my hips, fingers pressing into the flesh of my ass.
Pulling me even closer, Jackson sighed against my lips, his cock pressed through his pants into me.
Walking awkwardly toward the house, unable and unwilling to break the kiss, we nearly stumbled over a stone in the walkway.
He clutched my ass to keep me upright as his tongue slid further into my mouth, like he wanted to taste my very soul.
“Hang on,” I gasped, pulling away. “Let me get the keys.”
Digging the jingling set out of my pocket, I turned to the door, but Jackson was insatiable. He stood behind me, kissing the back of my neck, wrapping his hands around me and running his hands across my stomach and up to my chest, cupping my breasts through my shirt.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, barely able to concentrate on getting the lock open.
As I slipped the key in, I couldn’t help but imagine his cock gliding into my pussy. I was damn near dripping wet at this point.
After twisting the key and turning the knob, the door swung inward, and we stumbled-ran to my bedroom, kicking the front door shut as we went.
I damn near dragged Jackson through the doorway that led to my small apartment. This door I did lock, in case Dad came home while things were happening.
We barely made it to the bed before Jackson had my pants unbuttoned and shirt untucked. My breathing came in quick, almost panicked bursts of excitement, and I had to do all I could to try and calm myself down.
He pushed me onto the bed.
My god! He’s so strong, I thought deliriously. He moved my body as if I weighed nothing.
Jackson stood above me and the soft light of my bedside lamp illuminated him as he peeled his shirt off over his head, revealing the astounding body beneath.
Muscles flexed as he tossed the shirt aside and went to work on his belt.
Tall and wild and breathing hard, he looked down upon me like I was something he needed to consume.
Every inch of my skin was buzzing, electric, and ready.
The air between us practically crackled with tension.
It wasn’t only lust—it was obsession, coiled tight and ready to snap.
He yanked his belt free of his jeans with a snap. I gasped. Eyes never leaving mine, he undid the top button. Already, I could see the bulge of his pants, and I desperately wanted to see the cock hidden underneath.
We hadn’t known each other long. Hell, the way we met was not a textbook romance meeting.
Stolen cars, a fight, a chase, an earth-shattering revelation?
None of the things I’d ever associated with romance.
But from the second I laid eyes on him—mysterious eyes, cocky grin, and powerful confidence—I knew I was in trouble.
Now, that trouble was about to find me, and I could not wait.
Jackson tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and underwear, and with aching slowness, pulled them down.
When his cock slipped free, I nearly gasped.
Thick, and laced with veins, his cock looked muscular and intimidating.
The dark crimson head bobbed forward. I couldn’t help myself from taking it in my hand and wrapping my fingers around him.
Jackson moaned as I stroked him slowly, relishing in the radiant heat of his dick, the warmth seeping into my hand. God, it was a beautiful cock. Hungry for him, I leaned forward and ran my tongue across the tip, tasting the saltiness of the precum glistening upon it.
“Oh, fuck,” Jackson breathed out. “Are you gonna show me what that pretty mouth can do?”
Smiling, I looked up at him and took him into my mouth.
Jackson let out a gasp of pleasure and threw his head back.
Taking the full length of him was nearly impossible.
My jaw was open as far as it would go, and I was barely able to keep my teeth from scraping.
Using my tongue, I massaged his length until the head pushed all the way to the back of my throat.
Whether from excitement or being horny, my gag reflex wasn’t as bad as it usually was, and I bobbed my head, fucking him with my mouth and hand.
Jackson threaded his hands through my hair, his hips moving in time with my mouth. The carnality of it, of having him take me like that, sent another wave of desire through me, and I slipped my free hand into my panties and rubbed my clit. Moaning against his cock, I moved even faster.
My head spun with sexual need and cathartic release.
At that moment, Jackson could have done anything to me, and I would have loved it.
I wanted to taste him, to have him shoot cum down my throat, to know that I had done that.
I wanted to feel the power of making this giant, hulking man turn to putty in my hands and mouth. The thought alone almost made me come.
Jackson pulled free of my mouth and shoved me back to the bed with a growl. I laughed as he grabbed my panties, and rather than sliding them down my hips, yanked hard, snapping the thin string of my thong.
Looking down, my jaw dropped open. “Holy shit, that’s hot.”
I couldn’t say more, because the next thing out of my mouth was a cry of bliss as he buried his face in my pussy, his tongue slipping into me, his hands clutching my ass as he pulled me even closer.
He devoured me, sucking and licking my clit, slipping a finger into me, and fucking me with his hand.
I clawed at the sheets, heels digging into the mattress as I tried to master the shuddering pleasure gripping my body.
I’d never had anyone go down on me with the fervor and desperation of a man who was starving and had finally found what he needed.
Jackson pulled free of me and looked into my eyes with deep longing. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
No man had ever said something like that to me. Had you asked me before tonight, I’d have said it would have sounded silly. Now? Now, those words sent me into the stratosphere of sexual need.
“Uh huh,” I muttered.
He lay down on the bed next to me. “I want you to ride my face,” he commanded. “I want it. Now.”
Unable to hide the excited grin on my face, I climbed up his body.
Holding onto the headboard for support, I lowered myself onto his face, pressing my soaked pussy to his lips.
His tongue flicked across my clit, and I shuddered in pleasure.
I tore my bra off over my head and palmed my breasts, gently pinching my nipples as I ground my hips back and forth against him.
Jackson’s grip on me tightened, his fingers digging into my ass as he pulled me down onto his face.
The entire world seemed to fade away, leaving nothing but the ecstasy of what his mouth was doing to me.
His tongue danced from my clit to my pussy, my ass and back. My entire lower half turned into a swirl of unfocused pleasure, and still I wanted more. I couldn’t get enough.
My clit rubbed against his lips as I rode him, and a climax began to build deep inside me. The earth-shattering explosion reared forward like a tidal wave, swelling within me like a balloon.
“Don’t stop,” I cried. “Oh, god, please don’t stop. You’re gonna make me come.”
Jackson renewed his efforts, moaning against me.
The vibrations of his voice quivering through my pussy, sending me over the edge.
Stars shattered across my vision as pulses of ecstasy rocked through my body like an earthquake.
I opened my mouth in a silent scream, my hips jerking.
Electric tingles rippled all over my skin.
“Yes!” I shouted, barely able to form the word as Jackson continued pushing me into a haze of bliss, his tongue working languid circles around my pussy.
Even as the orgasm faded, I wanted more. I’d never felt this type of need before, never felt as if I couldn’t be satiated.
Legs shaking like a newborn deer, I climbed off him and knelt beside him, taking his cock in my mouth as deep as I could. When my nose pressed against his pubic bone, Jackson growled and tugged at my arm.
“Come here. I want to taste my cock on your lips.”
That’s sexy as fuck, I thought giddily as I moved up to kiss him.
When our lips met, his hands roved to my breasts. My body cried out for him as he palmed and kneaded them, and I desperately wanted to feel that massive slide into me.
Jackson groaned low in his throat. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
“Show me,” I whispered, running fingers across the tight muscles of his chest, skimming the trail of hair down his stomach.
With a growl of desire, he squeezed my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they were tight and aching. His mouth followed—hot and wet, tongue swirling, lips sucking until I thought I might lose my mind.
“You’re already trembling,” he said. “I haven’t even gotten started.”
Before I could respond to that, he lifted me as if I weighed nothing, then laid me on my back. Grasping my ankles, he spread my legs wide and gazed down at me. My body shivered, still recovering from my first orgasm, I reached down and ran my fingers across the head of his shaft.
“Give it to me,” I panted. “Fill me up. I want your cock.”
Shyanne Witmer, who the hell are you right now? I didn’t really care.
Jackson fisted his cock and pressed the head against my clit, nearly making me convulse as he rubbed it back and forth, teasing me.
“Please,” I whimpered, trying to lift my hips to take him. “Please. I need it.”
He smiled down at me and entered me, the full length gliding deep into me, each inch stretching me wide, filling me until I thought I might burst. My breath came in short, fast panting gasps as I looked down and watched him go deeper and deeper, until his balls pressed against my ass.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, then looked at me with a hungry gleam in his eyes. “Are you ready? I won’t be able to hold back. I want you so fucking bad.”
I nodded, still fighting for breath, both terrified and exhilarated to feel what it would be like.
“Fuck me,” I hissed, body shivering with anticipation.
With a grin, he pulled his hips back.