21. Jackson
21
JACKSON
I f I thought Jane looked fucking incredible in my T-shirt, then the sight of her walking around the library dressed in my shirt set my blood and my dick on fire.
When Jane realised she didn’t have any clean clothes to wear to work, she asked if I minded if she wore my shirt.
Mind?
Of course I didn’t.
It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.
As I stood at the entrance of the library hall, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
My shirt completely dwarfed her. It was so big it reached her knees. Underneath she was wearing the spare pair of tights she apparently kept in her bag and had my belt around her waist. And I can’t explain why, but seeing her in my clothes made me hard. Just like when I thought about her last night.
As I suspected, I couldn’t sleep. I spent most of my time in bed replaying the vision of her in my T-shirt as she came out of the bathroom.
I couldn’t get it out of my head, which is why I woke up early to take another shower, because my fantasies about Jane had gotten so out of control that I had to release. I thought that once I’d exploded in my hands and showered off, I’d be able to get through the day.
But then when I stepped out of the bathroom and I saw Jane standing there, wearing my T-shirt again and looking hotter than hell, I knew I was back to square one.
Then something strange happened.
Jane looked at me.
She didn’t just glance at me, then look away like she normally did. Her gaze roamed from my chest all the way down to my dick as she undressed me with her eyes.
I kid you not.
At first I thought I was imagining things, but nope . She definitely checked me out, then of course, when I realised, I got hard.
And I know for a fact that she knew I was turned on.
I thought she’d be horrified, but she just stared, then bit her lip like she was imagining something.
Now I could be wrong, but I think she was imagining me naked.
Before I would’ve said there was no way that’d happen. But when she started stuttering about me being naked and mentioned my ‘bits’, I thought it was actually a possibility.
Anyway. It didn’t matter.
I’d said it before and I’d say it again: I couldn’t go there. Not after last time. Not with all of the shit I had going on in my life .
I didn’t have time to think about whether Jane liked me or not. I needed to spend that time and energy working out how to get myself out of my shitty financial situation.
My phone vibrated and I pulled it out of my pocket.
It was Marcus.
Marcus
Sorry, mate, but these videos aren’t working. I know you’re not gonna like it, but if you want to make money, you’re gonna have to get your dick out.
I’ve been looking at what videos are most popular on this website and the ones where there’s proper full-on nudity perform better.
I’m not working late today (thank God), so send me some new videos by seven thirty-ish and I’ll get them edited and uploaded tonight.
As I read the messages, I swallowed hard. I really, really didn’t want to strip on these videos, but I was out of options. It wasn’t like I was expecting to get hundreds of thousands of subscriptions and become a millionaire overnight, but I’d hoped we’d be doing better than we were. And I knew these things normally took time, but that was a luxury I didn’t have. We’d tried different videos and nothing was sticking.
When Marcus had first suggested I strip, I’d told myself I couldn’t do it because I didn’t want to disappoint my parents and dishonour Dad’s memory. But now I realised that if I didn’t do it and Mum lost her place at the home, I’d be letting her down, which was something Dad definitely wouldn’t have wanted.
I had less than two weeks to bring Mum’s account up to date at the care home, so I had to try.
It was just a dick, right? No big deal. Half of the population had one. And at least I wouldn’t be showing my face, so apart from Marcus, no one would know it was me.
I finished work by five, so if I left on time, I could probably film a few videos before seven thirty.
As long as I didn’t have any distractions.
I shoved my phone in my pocket, then looked up and saw Jane staring at me from across the other side of the library.
I waved, hoping she hadn’t seen me leering at her five minutes ago. She smiled, then came over.
‘Everything okay?’ Jane whispered as she stepped into the corridor.
‘Yeah. Just wondered if you’d spoken to the B&B lady about getting a room there for tonight?’
If I needed to film, I definitely had to be home alone. But at the same time, I needed to make sure that Jane would have somewhere to stay.
‘I did and she said normally she has at least one room free, but there’s a wedding nearby, so she’s fully booked.’
‘Shit.’
‘Jess said I could’ve crashed at hers, but Theo’s brother Ben’s staying there at the moment. They’re never sure whether he’s going to come home or sleep somewhere else, so it’s a bit tricky. But she’s asked Edwin to see if he knows anyone. Hopefully I’ll hear something later.’
‘Okay. Keep me posted,’ I said .
‘Will do. And thanks again for the shirt. I really like it!’ She smiled.
‘It suits you.’
It definitely did .
Although I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t prefer to see how she looked without it.
‘Jackson.’ I turned round and saw Jess approaching. ‘Can I have a word?’
‘I’d better go,’ I said.
‘See you later,’ Jane replied.
‘Yeah,’ I said, already mentally counting down the minutes.
I should be focusing on speaking to Jess, but I couldn’t resist watching Jane walk away.
Fuck. I had it bad.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned and followed Jess to the office.
‘I’m just about to call my friend Sarah and thought you might want to speak to her too about the social media.’
‘Okay, great.’
Jess dialled the number, then put it on loudspeaker.
‘Hey, you!’ Jess said. ‘How’s it going?’
‘Okay,’ Sarah sighed. I’d only ever liaised with her on email, so it was good to put a voice to the messages.
‘What’s up?’
‘Just the usual. Feeling stuck. I hate my job. I hate this town. It’s boring.’
‘I’m so sorry. You know I’d hire you in a heartbeat to do our social media full-time if I could. Things are tough right now, though.’
‘I know. I’m just having a bad day. I know it’s not the worst place to live. I’ve got a lot to be thankful for. It’s just there’s no inspiration whatsoever. How am I supposed to fulfil my dream of writing a romance novel when I’m living in a dump like this?’
‘So you’re going to do it, then?’ Jess’s eyes widened. ‘Sarah, I’ve got Jackson with me.’
‘Hey, Sarah!’ I said.
‘Oh, hey, Jackson. Nice to put a voice to the emails.’
‘I was just thinking the same.’ I smiled. ‘So you’re a romance author? Sorry. I hope it’s okay to ask.’
‘I’m a wannabe romance author. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but never told anyone in case they laughed at me.’
‘She only told me a couple of weeks ago,’ Jess said. ‘I told her she should go for it. If anyone knows about romance books, it’s Sarah. She reads tons of them.’
‘It’s the only excitement I get!’ Sarah laughed. ‘I’m still waiting for you to set me up with one of the sexy Eaves brothers.’
‘Ben’s still around.’
‘Dammit. I wish I could get down there. But I’ve got so much on at work and a load of boring family events I have to go to. My life sucks so hard right now!’
‘Well, on the plus side, you’re doing a great job with the social media. Do you want to fill Jackson in on your plans and then we can speak later about other stuff?’
‘Okay.’
Sarah told me about the posts she had planned to drum up some more bookings for the silent reading party this Friday. Plus she said she planned to create and post some TikTok videos and Instagram reels to promote the autumn-themed books we were selling .
‘That all sounds great,’ I said. ‘If there’s anything I can do to help, like taking photos of the books, just shout.’
‘Will do,’ Sarah said. ‘Good luck tonight.’
‘Thanks,’ Jess said and after I said bye to Sarah and Jess hung up, I wondered what was happening this evening. Maybe it had something to do with the attack on the library.
‘Are you still okay to keep doing full-time hours?’ Jess said.
‘Definitely.’ The extra money would come in handy. ‘I meant to ask, has there been any update with the investigation? Are the police any closer to finding out who smashed the window?’
Just like he’d promised, Theo had arranged to have cameras installed outside, but we still had to stay vigilant.
‘Not yet. That was kind of the next thing I wanted to ask: are you able to work late tonight? Theo’s going to see his dad to ask whether he hired someone to sabotage the library and I want to go with him. I’ve already asked Jane and I don’t want to leave her alone.’
Ah, so that must be why Sarah had wished her luck.
‘Sure,’ I said without hesitation. I had to film more videos and if I worked late I wouldn’t be able to meet Marcus’s deadline, but there was no way I was putting Jane’s safety at risk. But I couldn’t put Mum’s future on the line either. Shit. ‘Actually, Jess, what time do you need to leave?’
‘By five.’
‘I had some stuff I needed to do this evening, but if I could go home after lunch, get it done and be back by four thirty, would that be okay?’
‘Course!’
A few hours later I was on my way to the station. My phone rang.
‘Hey, you got my message, right?’
‘Yeah,’ Marcus said. ‘But I thought I’d better brief you properly to help you get this video right.’
‘Okay.’
‘So when you’re filming, you need to tease them. Don’t just whip your dick out right off the bat. Build up to it.’
‘Yeah, I get it, man. Like if I was going to have sex.’
‘Exactly. We want to work them up. Make them desperate to see it.’
‘You sure you’re not getting a kick out of this?’ I raised an eyebrow, even though he couldn’t see me.
‘I love you like a brother, but you’re not my type. Nothing against dudes who are into dudes, but I’m a certified pussy lover.’
‘Good. Because you’re not my type either.’ I laughed.
‘I know. You prefer librarians called Jane.’ He chuckled. ‘How are you two getting on, by the way? Still on your best behaviour?’
‘Trying to be.’ I blew out a breath. ‘She stayed over last night.’
‘What?’ Marcus shouted, nearly causing my eardrum to burst.
‘No! Not like that! She’s going through some shit with her parents. You remember what I told you about her dad.’
‘The racist twat who controlled every move she made?’
‘Yep. ’
‘Be careful, man. That could get messy.’
‘I know. It was just a one-off. She’s trying to find somewhere else to stay.’
‘Good. I know you like her, but after what happened with?—’
‘I know, I know.’ I cut him off.
The last time I’d fucked someone at work, I’d ended up losing my job. If I hadn’t got involved and let my dick rule my decisions, I wouldn’t be forced to strip online now. That was why I definitely couldn’t get involved with Jane.
‘Where are you?’
‘I’m at the station. I’m heading home now to do the… stuff,’ I said, looking around me to check no one overheard.
‘Cool. And wear the apron I sent you.’
‘Okay,’ I sighed.
‘And you need to get hard. The bigger you can get, the better.’
‘This is getting too weird, I’m hanging up now.’ I winced. Marcus and I had known each other so long we could talk about anything, but him giving me a boner pep talk was pushing the boundaries of our friendship too far.
‘See you and your cock later, baby!’ He laughed, then hung up whilst I tried to fight the urge to puke on the platform.
Once I was on the train, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out Office Delight .
I was barely halfway into the chapter when I spotted a huge section that had sticky tabs, was heavily highlighted and had notes in the margin.
When I kept reading, I started to understand why.
Rocco had called Virginia into his office, told her to sit on the leather sofa and spread her legs. This time, it was Rocco that was on his knees as he tore off Virginia’s soaked knickers with his teeth, then ate out her pussy until she screamed his name.
Fuck.
I’d told myself I shouldn’t read this book outside of the house and I should’ve taken my own advice. This book was steamy as hell.
My gaze moved to the margins and I brought the book up closer so I could read what Jane had written.
SO HOT .
Was written in CAPS and underlined.
And when I saw what else was written and circled, I swear I almost came in my pants.
MY ULTIMATE FANTASY.
That was Jane’s ultimate fantasy?
For a man to go down on her? But that was kind of… standard. Surely one of her exes must’ve done that to her?
No. It must be the tearing off the knickers with his teeth part that she fantasised about. Or the sofa.
Either way, that was an easy fantasy to check off the list.
If my circumstances were different and Jane gave me the chance, I’d fucking devour her pussy. On a bed, on a sofa, anywhere she damn wanted.
The driver announced that Shamwick was the next stop. I put the book in my pocket and thanked the powers that be that my jacket was loose and covered my crotch because now I couldn’t stop thinking about going down on Jane.
By the time I burst through my front door, I was harder than steel .
I raced straight up to my bedroom, got everything set up for the video, stripped off, oiled up, then put on the fake leather and spandex apron.
It was like a normal apron, except for a square section over the crotch which opened so I could slide my cock out.
Still high on desire, I set the timer on the video, and when filming started, I ground my hips, thrust and stroked my dick in front of the camera like my life depended on it.
I imagined that Jane was on the bed, watching me, her legs spread wide open, touching herself because she was so turned on.
That vision almost sent me over the edge, so I knew it was time. After I unzipped the crotch section, oh-so-slowly, I peeled it away to give the camera a full-frontal view of my cock, then slid my hand over it. Back and forth. Back and forth. Building up the speed and increasing my thrusts.
I did this over and over until I knew I was about to come, then I paused to give Marcus time to edit the shot, stopped filming, then continued fucking my dick with my hand.
‘Jane. Oh. Fuck. Yeah. Oh… fuuuckkk…’ I growled as I exploded into the tea towel on the bed.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard.
And if that was how hard I came just thinking about Jane, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how good it would feel if I fucked her for real…