26. Jane
26
JANE
O h. My. God.
I couldn’t believe it.
Jackson had offered to go down on me.
He was on his knees in front of me.
Bloody hell.
I’d wanted to have sex for years. That was obvious.
But one of my biggest fantasies was to have a man go down on me. On a sofa.
I didn’t know why. Maybe because it was more risqué than a bed?
Maybe it was because I’d read about it in different romance novels.
Whatever the reason, and as lame as it might sound to other people, that was what I’d always wished for.
And now there was a chance that this was about to actually happen.
In my favourite place in the world: a library.
Not just in any library. At the library I worked in.
Holy crap .
This was so naughty. So forbidden. So hot .
There was no way I wasn’t dreaming.
A mixture of excitement, anticipation and fear rippled through me.
I had no idea what to expect or what to do.
Should I offer to go and wash first?
Should I take my tights, knickers and skirt off or would he do that?
And when should I open my legs?
I racked my brain, trying to remember what the heroines did in the millions of scenes I’d read in novels like Office Delight before the hero went down on them, but drew a blank.
‘Stop thinking and relax,’ Jackson growled, clearly reading my mind. ‘I’m going to take off your tights first, okay?’
‘O-okay,’ I said, struggling to get the word out.
‘Lift your bum up a little.’
After I did as he asked, Jackson placed a blanket underneath me. That was a good idea because I was already soaking and I didn’t want to soil the sofa.
Keeping his eyes fixed on me, Jackson slid his hands slowly up my thighs. The heat from his palms instantly sent a bolt of electricity through me.
As his hands got closer to my pussy I lifted my hips up.
‘Oh God,’ I cried out. He hadn’t even touched me there yet and I already felt like I was losing my mind.
Avoiding touching between my legs, his hands found the top of my tights and began to roll them down me, oh-so-slowly . When he reached my toes, he rolled them off .
My heart thundered with anticipation, as I wondered what he was going to do next.
‘If you didn’t have to walk home, I’d rip that skirt off you right now,’ he growled again, then leant forward and pushed the fabric up around my waist.
I was glad I’d worn one of my Lycra pencil skirts again today so it was easier to move.
The cool air hit my bare legs. I couldn’t believe I was lying on the sofa with my knickers exposed and Jackson knelt in front of me.
It was then that I’d realised that yet again I had on a pair of plain white cotton knickers. If I’d known that Jackson was going to do this, I would’ve gone shopping for something more exciting and I…
My train of thought came to a grinding halt as he trailed his fingers up my legs, skimming the edges of my knickers repeatedly but never touching me where I needed him most .
Jackson did this repeatedly and it was driving me so wild I thought I was going to explode then and there.
‘ Please ,’ I begged.
‘No,’ he said. ‘You’ve waited a long time for this, I’m not going to rush it.’
His fingers skimmed the top of my knickers, then dipped beneath them.
Just as I thought he was finally going to touch me, he pulled his fingers away.
He teased me repeatedly and just when I was about to scream out in frustration, he leant forward, bit the top of my knickers, then dragged them down with his teeth.
‘Oh my God!’ I panted. ‘That’s so… hot!’
This was what Rocco did to Virginia in the book .
Then I realised—he’d read that scene. He was recreating it. For me .
He dragged the knickers down past my ankles, leaving me completely bare down there, then looked up, his eyes meeting mine.
‘Holy shit, Jane,’ he said. ‘I knew your pussy would be beautiful, but Jesus.’ My eyes bulged. Turned out I didn’t need to worry about getting a Brazilian. Jackson seemed to like how I looked down there. ‘Spread those legs for me, please, so I can feast on you.’
I spread them as wide as I could, desire rocketing through me.
He swiped a finger in between my legs.
‘Oh, Jackson!’ I cried out, my hips jerking up off the sofa as I watched him pull his finger away, then lick it clean.
‘Fuck. You taste amazing. I’m going to eat you now, but before I do, I just need to check again that you’re sure you want to do this. If you want me to stop now or at any time, just tell me, okay?’
‘I’m sure. Please, Jackson . I want you to… please eat me.’
He leant forward and licked me from my opening up to my clit.
‘Oh my God!’ I screamed.
Jesus fuck. I’d never felt anything like this in my life. He’d only licked me once and already I was losing my mind.
As he began lapping at me, I gripped the back of his head.
Bloody hell.
This was… wow .
Now I understood what all the fuss was about. This was fucking incredible.
I looked down at the sight of Jackson’s head between my legs and couldn’t believe this was really happening. He was feasting on me like he hadn’t eaten for days and I was his favourite meal.
I pushed his head deeper into me. I never wanted this to end.
He started circling my clit and I cried out again.
‘Don’t stop!’ I shouted. ‘Fuck! It’s happening! It’s…’
Jackson picked up the pace, circling me as the wave started building within me. Not even my vibrator got me off this fast.
But that made sense. A piece of plastic couldn’t compare to the hottest man in the universe fucking you with his tongue whilst you were spread wide open on the sofa at the library that you worked at.
This was so thrilling that it was a million times better than any sex scene I’d read in a novel.
When Jackson slid a finger inside me whilst he continued lapping at me, I knew I was at the point of no return.
‘Shit, fuck, bloody hell!’ I cried out, unable to control anything anymore.
As Jackson licked my clit in circular motions, my orgasm rocketed through me.
‘Oh, oh, oh my Goddddddd!’ I screamed, digging my nails into his back, my body shaking from the explosions happening from within me.
I felt it everywhere. From the tips of my toes all the way up to my head .
I rarely raised my voice, but I was powerless to stop the feral sounds that flew from my mouth.
I crashed back onto the sofa. As crazy as it sounded, I swore I saw stars circling over my head and my throat was hoarse from the screaming.
I felt incredible right now. So relaxed. So high. So satisfied.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart still racing at a hundred miles an hour.
Jackson gave me one final long, slow lick.
I opened my eyes and when he removed his head from between my thighs, I saw that my juices were all around his mouth.
‘So?’ he said. ‘How was that?’
‘That was… out of this world,’ I panted. ‘I have no words. It was amazing.’
‘Good. So now you’ve ticked three things off your list: first orgasm given to you by a man, first oral sex experience and ultimate fantasy fulfilled.’
I froze.
‘How did you know that was my ultimate fantasy ?’
‘You wrote it in the margins…’
‘Oh God!’ I winced. ‘I’m so embarrassed.’
‘Don’t be.’ He smiled. ‘Glad I could be of service.’
‘You’ve been more than helpful. I’ll remember this forever.’
‘Mission accomplished, then.’
‘Would you like me to, er…’ I looked down between his legs. Jesus. His erection was enormous. It looked like he had a baseball bat down his pants and it was seconds away from bursting through his jeans. ‘I’ve never given a blow job before, but… ’
‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘This was about you, but thanks for offering.’
Jackson stood up, and seeing his boner from this angle made it look even more imposing. I wasn’t even sure how I’d get half of that in my mouth, but after the way he’d just made me feel, I’d give it a good try.
‘I’m going to… go to the bathroom.’ He started to walk away.
‘I should go and clean up too,’ I said, climbing off the sofa.
‘Okay. I’ll go to the old toilets upstairs so you can have some privacy in the ones down here.’
‘Thanks.’
As Jackson left, I flopped back on the sofa. I was still buzzing. I wished I could lie here a little longer to recover.
I wished Jackson would run back into the room and tell me that he enjoyed going down on me so much that he wanted to do it again.
But we’d agreed.
It was just a one-off.
As amazing as it was, it wouldn’t happen again.
It couldn’t. Especially after what he’d been through with that woman at work who went back on her word.
I should be grateful that he’d even offered to do it in the first place.
And I really was. The word grateful didn’t even begin to cover how thankful I was that he’d given me this incredible, otherworldly experience.
But although I knew I shouldn’t be greedy and want to repeat what just happened, a small—okay, a very big part of me was still hoping that maybe, just maybe, Jackson would remember that I was different and change his mind…