27. Jackson
27
JACKSON
H oly. Fucking. Shit.
I stared at myself in the toilet mirror, still trying to get my head around what had just happened.
I am so fucked.
I knew that eating Jane out wasn’t my smartest idea. I knew that I was probably going to enjoy it, but sweet Jesus . That was fucking incredible .
Her scent.
Her taste.
The way her body responded to my touch.
The way that she screamed my name as her orgasm ripped through her.
It was a miracle I hadn’t exploded in my boxers.
I deserved a medal for my self-restraint. Seriously. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so turned on in my life.
I was still rock hard now.
Although it was true that I was doing it to help Jane, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’d got just as much from that as she did .
As I replayed the moment where she’d come, my dick strained against my jeans again. And then she’d asked if I wanted her to suck me off.
Sweet Jesus.
Just imagining Jane’s lips wrapped around my cock was too much. I raced into the toilet cubicle, quickly unbuttoned my jeans, yanked down my boxers and gripped my dick.
Jerking off at work was something I never wanted to do, but I couldn’t last any longer.
I frantically moved my hand back and forth over my cock, imagining it was Jane’s mouth, and seconds later, I blew my load.
A guttural sound flew from my mouth.
‘Fuuuck!’ I groaned, my heart still thundering against my chest.
I needed that.
After I’d cleaned up, I washed my hands, went to the storage cupboard to get the cleaning tools, then went to the library.
Jane wasn’t there. She must be still in the toilets.
After plugging in the small steam cleaner into a nearby socket, I picked up the blanket. It was soaked with Jane’s juices and I resisted the temptation to lift it to my face and bury my head in it.
Like I’d said to Jane, it was just a one-off. We’d both got something out of it, now it was time to go back to normal.
I dropped the blanket on the floor. I’d take it home and wash it.
Once I’d taken the plates and mugs to the cafe’s kitchen and put them in the dishwasher, I returned and started polishing the table before using the steam cleaner to go over the sofa.
It wasn’t because I believed what Jane and I had just done was dirty. It was just a respect thing. As hot as it was for me to lick out my crush’s beautiful pussy on a sofa at work, even though I’d placed a blanket beneath her, it was still common courtesy to clean up properly afterwards.
Our members didn’t want to sit on a sofa with sex juices. The only evidence I wanted to leave of what had just happened was in our memories.
And trust me. The memory of my head between Jane’s thighs wouldn’t be one that I’d ever forget.
Now I totally understood what Rocco meant when he said Virginia’s pussy was his favourite food. I’d only gone down on Jane once and she was already the most delicious dish I’d ever tasted.
‘You’re cleaning?’ Jane’s voice sounded from behind me.
‘Yeah.’ I turned to face her as I ran the steam cleaner over the sofa again. ‘It’s kind of my thing.’
‘Since when?’ She frowned.
‘Since, I dunno.’ I shrugged. ‘Maybe the last year and a half? I find it calming. It gives me a sense of satisfaction. It’s like, you start with a mess or something disorganised and you clean it and suddenly everything is so much better. It’s like instant gratification.’ I shook my head. ‘I sound like such a saddo!’
‘No, you don’t,’ Jane said softly. ‘I totally get it. It’s like when there’s a pile of dishes in the sink and you think it looks terrible and then you start to wash them and the pile gets smaller until, voila ! It’s all done, the sink is empty and everything’s sparkling and you realise you did that. You made it better. It’s an achievement.’
‘That’s exactly it.’ I nodded.
‘I mean, a busy mum or dad with a houseful of kids probably doesn’t feel like that. It’s probably just one task out of a million others that they have to do, but still, I understand. Loads of people love ironing or cleaning. Just like people love cooking. Just because it doesn’t sound particularly sexy doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with loving it.’
My chest bloomed.
Jane got it.
She always understood me like no one else seemed to.
Yeah, she could still be high on the orgasm, but I swear there wasn’t a fake bone in Jane’s body. She was genuine. If she said those words, I knew she meant them.
I was glad I’d fucked her with my tongue.
She was right, cleaning something did feel like an achievement.
But right here, right now, one of my great achievements was giving her pleasure.
Now she could get on with her life and find some guy to give her virginity to with more confidence.
But as I thought about another man peeling her clothes off, seeing her bare, laid out on a bed in front of him and then sliding his cock into Jane’s beautiful pussy, a sharp stabbing pain ripped through my chest.
I know what I’d said before, but after feasting on Jane, I didn’t want another man to be her first.
I didn’t want another guy to taste her, to feel her.
I knew that we’d agreed to make this a one-off .
I knew that I shouldn’t be thinking about being with her again, but I couldn’t help it, because the more I thought about it, the more I realised there was only one man who should take Jane’s virginity.
Me .