30. Jackson #3
“Tell me why,” I grunt out, thrusting into her again.
“Fuck,” she moans as her tears continue to fall.
“Because… if I give you that part, and you leave…” She trails off and stares at me in a way that halts my movements.
Her eyes are suddenly clear. Her tears paused while she speaks.
Her face is so vulnerable. I nod and lean down, kissing her again, trailing over her neck, and licking the chain on the necklace I bought her.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, thrusting again. “Baby, you don’t have to give me that part yet, but I’m not leaving you.”
“Jackson,” she whispers my name on a broken whimper, and I look at her— really look at her. Fuck, does she have feelings for me too? As if she could see the question on my face, she nods, more tears rolling free.
“It’s okay.” I kiss her wobbling lip and groan into her mouth as I feel her meet my next slow thrust. “I know… me too, baby,” I whisper as she arches her back.
“More,” she moans as her movements quicken. I take the hint, picking up the speed and adding more force behind each thrust.
I give her more. More depth, more pressure, more praise. I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb, feeling the way she clenches around me as she breaks open in my arms. Her moans are louder now. Stronger.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous when you come,” I whisper, watching every inch of her unravel.
Her orgasm hits like a wave. She cries out, eyes squeezed shut, and her whole body trembles against mine. It’s beautiful. It’s chaos. It’s fucking Ozzy.
I roll her on top of me and let her ride it out, her slick thighs gripping my hips. I lean up, mouth her breasts, sucking one nipple while toying with the other. She whimpers, and it turns into a moan as I flick the piercing with my tongue.
“Talk to me, baby,” I murmur. “Tell me what you like. What you want.”
She hesitates, grinding slowly.
“I liked it… oh, fuck… I liked it hard,” she confesses, cheeks flushing. “God, it sounds so fucked up.”
I still. “No. No, baby, don’t say that.”
Her movements falter. She starts to slide off me, shame creeping into her expression.
I catch her wrist before she can leave me. “Hey.” I cup her face. “You think you’re the only one who likes it rough?”
She blinks. Her eyes are glassy.
“If you get on your hands and knees right now and tell me to,” I murmur darkly, “I’ll fuck you so deep you’ll forget your own name. That what you want?”
She nods slowly, lips parting.
She climbs up on the bed like she owns it. Like she knows exactly what I’m about to do to her, and wants every goddamn second of it.
Her ass is in the air, back arched so beautifully I could weep. I move to my knees, jaw clenched so tight I feel it in my temples, and run my hand up the back of her leg. She shivers, hips pushing back slightly, a silent invitation I don’t need twice.
“You have no idea,” I murmur, voice gravel, “how fucking dangerous you are when you look like that.”
Her head turns slightly, a smirk tugging at the edge of her mouth. “Then ruin me, Superman.”
Oh, she doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I palm both cheeks—those roses inked on her skin—and squeeze, hard enough to make her arch with a gasp. I look up at her back and I want to cry, or commit murder, as I see the tattoos covering her scars. They’re thicker on her back and I have to force myself to stay present for her.
“You want it rough?” I growl, smacking one cheek with an open palm that echoes off the walls. She lets out a half-moan, half-gasp and drops her chest down to the mattress, her ass high.
“Yes,” she whispers, breathless. “Harder.”
I slap her again. Harder. Then again, until the roses are blooming darker, her skin warm and pink beneath my hand.
“That feel good, baby?”
She whines.
“Use your words, Tink.”
“Yes,” she pants, “God, yes—don’t stop?—”
I lean over her, brushing her hair out of the way and whispering low in her ear. “That’s my good girl. You take everything I give you, don’t you?”
She nods frantically, back arching more as I drag the head of my cock through her folds. She’s soaked. So fucking wet for me. I thrust in without warning, burying myself deep in one brutal push, and she screams into the sheets.
“F-fuck—Jackson!”
“That’s it,” I rasp, hips snapping forward again. “Take me. Take it all, baby.”
I fuck her hard, one hand gripping her hip, the other tugging her back onto me with every rough thrust. She’s clawing the sheets, her cries unfiltered, raw, desperate. She pushes back against me, grinding as much as she can, like she’s starving for more.
“Look at you,” I growl, slamming into her harder. “Taking my cock like it belongs to you. You greedy little thing.”
Her whole body trembles. “It does,” she chokes out. “It does belong to me.”
Fucking hell.
I reach forward and yank her upright. Her back is flush to my chest now, her throat exposed, her body still impaled on my cock. I bite down on her shoulder, not gentle, and she moans like it’s her favorite goddamn thing.
“You want me to keep going, or do you wanna come, baby?”
She doesn’t answer fast enough.
I bite her again, not too hard, just enough to get her attention as I thrust harder. “Tell me what you need.”
“Need you to break me,” she gasps. “Need you to fuck me until I can’t think.”
“You like it like this?” I growl into her neck.
“Yes,” she cries. “Fuck, Jackson—yes—don’t stop?—”
I snap.
I bend her back down over the mattress and slam into her, relentless. One hand on her hip, the other on her clit, working her until her legs are shaking, her words becoming incoherent pleas. She’s gone. Spiraling. Her body is a live wire, her moans ragged and beautiful.
“You come for me, baby. Right now. You show me how good I make you feel.”
She screams. It’s broken and beautiful and so fucking hers.
She’s still trembling from her orgasm, her head turned to the side, face pressed into the sheets, skin sheened in sweat. But when I try to pull out, she clenches around me and murmurs, “No… not yet.”
Her voice is raspy. Wrecked. “I’m not done,” she adds, lifting her head, her eyes catching mine over her shoulder. “I wanna ride you.”
Fuck.
I let her go immediately, hands up in surrender, rolling onto my back. “Say less, baby.”
She climbs on top of me with slow purpose, her thighs straddling my waist as she lowers herself back onto my cock, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt. My head falls back, a guttural sound punching out of my throat.
“Jesus Christ.”
But she’s not gentle this time.
Her nails dig into my chest—hard—scraping down over my ribs and then dragging again over the muscle. The sting is instant and so fucking good, the burn blooming under her fingers.
“Fuck—Ozzy…”
“I like watching you come undone,” she whispers, rocking her hips slow, deliberate, tight. “You always talk me through it… always in control…”
I grunt, panting, unable to look away from her. Her eyes are wild. Her lips parted, her body flushed, tits bouncing every time she grinds forward.
Her hands move up—fingers curling around my throat.
She doesn’t squeeze. Not yet.
“Is this okay?” she asks, voice steady but breathy.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
That earns me a dark little grin. She leans down, still holding my throat, and brushes her lips over mine before squeezing—just a little.
I groan, cock twitching inside her. “Harder,” I say, shocked at my own voice.
She squeezes again. Not brutal. Just firm. Just enough to make my world narrow to her eyes, her hands, the wet heat of her gripping me from the inside.
“Goddamn,” I choke out. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
“You can take it,” she pants, nails raking down my chest again. “Big tough cowboy, can’t handle a little pressure?”
“Oh, I can handle it,” I grit, my hands gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise. “I crave it.”
Her rhythm picks up. She’s riding me rough, chasing her own release again, and fuck if I’m not the luckiest man alive.
Her body, her dominance, her vulnerability—all of it wrapped up in this moment.
She throws her head back, hair wild, her hips snapping forward harder, slapping against my thighs as I arch beneath her.
I can’t stop the praise from spilling out between my teeth.
“Fuck, baby—so tight—so goddamn beautiful—riding me like you were made for it.”
Her grip on my throat tightens and she leans in again, moaning into my mouth, licking into the kiss like she’s trying to consume me.
“I want you to come for me,” she growls, nails scoring down my sides. “I want you to come inside me while I take every drop.”
My eyes roll back. I can feel it building—white-hot, unbearable.
“Ozzy—”
“Do it,” she whispers. “Fill me up, Jackson.”
I snap.
I grab her hips and thrust up hard, once, twice—then I explode inside her, growling her name like a curse and a prayer. She gasps, grinding down, fingers splayed on my chest like she owns me. And she does. She fucking does.
She keeps moving until I twitch from the overstimulation, until I’m wrung dry and breathless and clinging to her hips like they’re the only thing tethering me to the earth.
We stay that way for a long minute—her body draped over mine, breath panting against my throat, her hands still resting over my pulse like she can calm it just by being there.
And the fucked-up thing? She can .
I reach up, threading my fingers through her damp hair, and murmur, “You’re perfect, Ozzy. You’re everything. You don’t ever have to hide this side of you. Not with me.”
She presses a kiss to my throat. “You okay?” I ask softly. She nods slowly but doesn’t move. “You ever say you’re fucked up for liking that again,” I murmur into her hair, “I’m putting you over my knee and proving just how much I like it too.”
That earns me a watery laugh. “You were perfect,” I repeat. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
Her body trembles on top of me, slick with sweat and flushed from the effort, from the high, from everything we just tore open between us.
My cock’s still buried deep inside her, twitching with the last pulses of release, and I can feel the throb of her pussy clenching in aftershocks around me like she’s trying to keep me there—keep me in her.
I cradle the back of her head and smooth her damp hair, not saying anything yet, not daring to break the stillness that’s settled between us. Her cheek rests against my chest, and I swear I feel her heartbeat in rhythm with mine. Slow. Unsteady. Human.
I go to shift, to pull out, but she whimpers—a small, desperate sound that guts me.
“Don’t,” she breathes. “Please.”
I freeze.
Her fingers splay across my ribs like she’s afraid I’ll disappear beneath them. Like her grip is the only thing anchoring her. “Just stay,” she whispers again. “I want… I want to stay like this. With you still inside me.”
I exhale slowly, heart hammering. “Okay, baby,” I murmur, brushing a kiss against her temple. “I won’t move. I promise.”
She’s never asked for something like this. But her body is screaming for it. For closeness. For the reassurance that I’m not going anywhere. That she’s not alone in the wreckage.
“I feel safe like this,” she admits into my chest, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know why. It’s stupid?—”
“It’s not stupid.” My voice comes out rough. “It’s not even a little fucking stupid.”
Her thighs tighten around my hips, like she’s trying to mold herself to me. Like if she holds me close enough, long enough, I’ll patch every hole inside her. And god help me, I want to try. I want to be that for her. Every time. Always.
I slide one hand up her back, the other still anchored low on her hip, keeping her pressed to me.
“You don’t ever have to explain needing me,” I whisper, nose brushing the shell of her ear.
“You want to stay wrapped around me all night? We’ll stay like this ‘til the sun comes up. You want to be held so tight that you forget the rest of the world? I’ll make sure you don’t feel anything but me. ”
Her breath catches.
“You’ve got me, Tink,” I murmur. “All of me. You’re not too much. You’re not too broken. You’re mine, always.”
She lifts her head, tears shining in her eyes, and leans down to kiss me—slow, aching, a little bruised from how hard we just went, but so fucking tender it damn near ruins me.
And I let her kiss me like that. Let her take whatever she needs from my mouth, my arms, my body. I’m hers, and I want her to know it in every inch of her.
So I stay right there, buried deep inside the only woman who’s ever made me feel whole, holding her as the world outside falls away.