Chapter 13 Aiden
AIDEN
“Aiden.”
Jackson’s hand on my shoulder pulled me out of my head even as I squirmed on the bed where I was sitting because my ass was sore from last night. Three times! Three times my stepdad bred me last night and I was still a nervous wreck that returning home meant losing what we’d found in each other.
It wasn’t nearly enough time. I wasn’t ready to return home.
“Aiden,” Jackson said more forcefully, giving my shoulder a nudge. “Are you with me?”
I really wasn’t. I was barely holding back the tears, and hearing the worry in his voice tipped me over the edge. Would he be the same Jackson I’d enjoyed on this unfortunate trip, or would he return to being standoffish, rude, and critical to avoid anyone finding out about us?
“Oh fuck, Deni. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
Tears coursed down my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop them. How could I explain to him that I didn’t want to return home when we had no choice?
Jackson crouched down before me and took my face in his hands. “Talk to me, baby. We’re in this together, aren’t we? It’s the only way this is going to work.”
I didn’t have the words to explain, so I slid off the bed onto his lap, wrapping myself around him.
Slanting my head, I placed my lips to his and kissed him with as much passion as I could muster.
He shifted, sitting on the floor and hauling me onto his lap.
My tongue danced along his in an open invitation for him to violate me in the worst way he could think of.
“Baby—” He groaned, planting kisses down my cheeks to my neck. My head rolled back on my shoulder, and I reached for the waistband of his shorts to slip my hand inside and stroke him.
Good.
He was already hard.
“Deni, your mother will be here any minute now,” he said softly. “We should be ready.”
“But I’m not.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Fuck me one last time, please.”
His cock liked the idea. I felt it flexing against my palm when I mentioned him taking me again.
“It’s too risky. What if she arrives during? You won’t have enough time to shower after.”
“I don’t care.” I raised the hem of the dress I’d worn last night and reached behind me to pull my thong to one side.
Jackson surprised me this morning when I woke up to new underwear.
If I’d doubted him and what he’d said last night at the pub, seeing the black lace thong erased all doubts.
He could have bought me boxers or even briefs, but he’d bought me something lacy.
He’d meant it, that he would be supportive.
“Deni, when we—”
I took his cock out of the waistband of his shorts, spat in my hand, and lubed the head with my saliva. In a split second, I sat on the tip and with one downward motion of my hips, took him all in. A cry tore from my lips at the stinging burn of no lube and my already worn out insides.
“Deni, let me get the lube, at least,” he said.
“No time.” I rose and fell again on his cock, hissing. It might hurt, but at least I would feel him for days in case this was the last time.
Before I could move again, Jackson wrapped his arms around my waist. “Hold on tight.”
I clung to him as he rose to his feet and walked over to the side table, but I didn’t wait for him to get the lube he was after. I used my hold on his neck to move my body, riding his cock midair.
“Fuck.” Jackson stumbled, and his hold around my waist tightened to keep me still. “You’re such an eager slut. It’ll just take a few seconds, baby.”
I kissed his neck, tempted to sink my teeth there and leave my mark on him. Would Mom get jealous if she saw the love bite on him or wouldn’t she care?
Jackson yanked out the drawer so hard it almost fell out. He plucked out the lube and dropped me on the bed. I whined, feeling empty and lost without him.
He uncapped the lube then went still, staring at me.
“What is it?” I rolled my dress up to my waist, hooked my arms behind my knees, and spread myself open for him. “Please, please, please Jackson. Fuck me one last time.”
He nodded and, without a word, lubed himself up generously. He caught my hips, pulling me roughly so my ass rested at the edge of the bed. Slowly, way slower than I wanted him to, he eased inside my body, the lube taking away some of the stinging sensation of earlier.
I opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t want him to be gentle with me, but he leaned forward and pressed the sweetest kiss to my forehead then my nose and finally my lips.
“I’m sorry, love.”
“Wha—” One of his hands came down on my throat, and my eyes flashed to his face to find something dangerous and dark staring down at me.
“Don’t apologize for it,” I croaked. “Just do it.”
What happened next could only be described as madness. Jackson kept a steady pressure on my neck, sometimes cutting my air supply off fully and other times allowing me to breathe air into my starved lungs before I was being deprived again.
And he never stopped fucking me once while he did it.
He fucked me hard, driving my hips deep into the soft mattress, my body jerking helplessly from the sweet torment.
He didn’t speak, didn’t say the filthy words he usually did, but they weren’t needed.
His actions spoke louder than any words, and the way he hammered into my ass said he owned me inside and out.
I was his for the taking whenever he wanted it and however he wanted it.
A sweat popped on his brow, and his jaw was clenched tight. His chest rose and fell hard from the brute force being exerted inside my body, and yet he didn’t break stride.
“Oh fuck.” I grabbed the sheet, needing something to hold onto so I didn’t yield to the temptation of pushing him away. Everything hurt so fucking good, but still hurt. I didn’t want him to stop but at the same time I felt as if he was splitting my ass apart.
“Oh god, Daddy, please, please, please!” I didn’t know what I was begging for as tears spilled down my cheeks. When my hips started moving back shyly as though to avoid the full force of his thrusts, he scooped me up in his arms, still fully seated inside me.
I grabbed his shoulders, my toes curling as his pelvis smacked into my ass over and over.
I didn’t know how much more I could take, especially when he grabbed my ass cheeks, squeezing, pulling them apart as he pushed me forward into each thrust. His cock reached places inside of me that no one else ever did.
My moans turned into a full-scale wail at this point, my breath hitching only when my stomach tightened, and my climax welled to the surface and shot onto his stomach.
Jackson groaned, moving his hips in tight, jerky stabbing motions as he emptied his balls inside me again. My whole body started to tremble, and Jackson shuffled over to the bed and sat down hard with me still in his arms. I collapsed against his chest, my breathing all sorts of fucked up.
“You…alright, Deni?” Jackson wheezed out, and I was pleased his breathing was just as fucked as mine.
“Hmm. For now.” I sucked a tiny love bite against his neck because I wanted to, and at this point, what could be the worst thing to happen if my mom saw it? They get a divorce so we can rightfully be together?
Jackson chuckled weakly. “You’re so insatiable.” He shifted slightly for his cock to slip out of me and trailed his fingers over my puffy rim.
“Ouch.” I squirmed.
“Hurts?”
“Hmm.”
“Why didn’t you tell me to stop?”
“Because in the moment, it also felt good. Some of the good is wearing off now, though, leaving all the pain. It’s going to get worse in a minute too.”
He swore beneath his breath and rose with me in his arms. I loved the way he so easily carried me around.
In the bathroom, he set me on the floor in front of the sink, grabbed the only fresh towel remaining, and got it wet. With gentle care, he pressed the warmth of the towel against my hole, and I sighed from how good it felt.
“God, I fucked you open, didn’t I?” He rose to his feet and kissed my cheek. “You’re gaping, baby.”
“Good.” I smiled at him sleepily. “I love that you did that to me.”
“Fuck. You weren’t kidding that you liked it rough, were you?”
A knock sounded on the door before I could affirm that I loved being owned completely by a man’s dick. And now not just any dick. His. He could ruin me as often as he wanted, leaving me gaping as wide as he liked, and he wouldn’t hear a word of complaint from me.
“That’s your mom,” he said tightly. “Fuck. Let’s hope she doesn’t take one look at us and figure it out. I’ll buy you some time. Come on out when you’re ready.”
The fact that he stopped to kiss me before answering the door left me feeling a little better.
The bathroom door was closed, so I couldn’t hear anything on the other side, nor did I want to.
I couldn’t bear the thought of my mother hugging, kissing, and making a fuss over him, much less seeing it in person.
I took my time in the bathroom, and by the time I walked out, there was no evidence to show I’d just been fucked by my mother’s husband. Except the second I re-entered the room, the scent of sex hit me sharply. Surely, Mom noticed.
“Aiden!”
I guess not.
She ran over to me, arms outstretched, and pulled me into a tight embrace. “Oh my god, baby. I’m so glad you’re okay. I was worried sick about you and your stepdad.”
I should have felt a smidge of guilt over what we’d been doing while she was “worried sick,” but my eyes landed over her shoulder on the lipstick smeared near the corner of Jackson’s mouth, and jealousy clawed viciously through my chest instead.
Mine.
She had no business kissing him.
“I’m fine, Mom.”
“I guess you are. I knew, despite how much you hate each other, Jackson would take good care of you.”
Yes, Mom. He took such good care of me, I still have residue of his cum inside me.
Mom finally pulled away from me, only to turn right back toward Jackson.
Her hands fluttered over his chest, his arms, his face—the good side, of course— checking him over like she couldn’t reassure herself enough that he was alive.
Jackson caught her wrists gently, murmuring something soft I couldn’t properly hear over the roaring in my ears.
And I hated it.
Hated the way he looked down at her with patience.
Hated the gentleness in his voice.
Hated that she could touch him openly while I had to stand there pretending my body still didn’t ache from him fucking me into the mattress less than twenty minutes ago.
“Jackson, sweetheart, you look exhausted.” Mom fussed, brushing her fingers through Jackson’s hair now. “What exactly happened?”
Sweetheart.
I folded my arms across my chest and glared at the back of her head. Since when did she start calling him that again, and why was she acting like a loving wife?
Jackson glanced toward me briefly, then back to her. “We managed all right.”
“Managed?” Mom sounded horrified. “You were stranded for days! When they told me that they found the RV destroyed, I was devastated. How in the world did that happen?”
I swallowed, my stomach flipping. Did I wait for Jackson to pin the blame on me or should I just take the hit without putting him in that awkward position?
“It was—”
“It doesn’t matter, Melodie,” Jackson said loudly, talking over me. “Accidents happen. The good thing is, we survived the experience and it’s made us closer. I mean, we didn’t kill each other.”
Mom laughed, rubbing Jackson’s arm. “That’s true. At least something good came out of the experience. Are you ready to go? This place smells horrible. I’m so sorry I couldn’t pick you up yesterday, and you had to spend the night.”
The second we arrived at the car, the insecurities hit hard.
Jackson sat up front next to Mom because where else would he sit?
I crawled into the backseat, my mood blackening with every second that passed.
With no phone to pass the time, I picked up on all that happened in the car from Mom’s constant chatter to the way she placed her hand on Jackson’s thigh when she wanted to ensure she had his attention.
The motel disappeared behind us as we pulled onto the road, the silence inside the car thick except for Mom’s voice.
It took everything inside me not to yell at her to stop touching my man. My heart and body might have spoken for Jackson but the law was on her side. I had absolutely no right to tell a married woman to stop touching her own husband.
I looked away toward the window before either of them could notice the murderous expression on my face.
Because why the hell was I contemplating murder? Was the sex that good?
Ah, fuck. It really is.