29. Jane
29
JANE
B loody hell.
This could be it.
Jackson’s eyes darkened.
My hand was resting on his delicious firm chest and his heart was beating at what felt like a million miles an hour. Just like mine was.
I didn’t know what I’d expected to happen when I’d come to his room to check he was okay. But I’d never for a second thought we’d end up on his bed, staring into each other’s eyes, hopefully just moments away from having sex.
‘Jane,’ Jackson growled, his voice low, deep and so sexy. ‘I’m going to kiss you now.’ He edged his head closer to me, his warm, sweet breath tickling my face. ‘And then… let’s see, but if at any point you want me to stop, just say.’
‘Kiss me,’ I panted. I was so desperate for him, I could hardly breathe.
Jackson held my gaze for a few seconds, as if to give me time to change my mind, then crushed his lips onto mine.
‘Oh God,’ I moaned as our mouths collided. The kiss was frantic and hungry, like all of the pent-up wanting and longing was coming out at once and we were desperate to taste each other.
As I parted my lips, Jackson slid his tongue inside, and as it thrashed against mine, another groan of pleasure slipped out.
Jackson climbed on top and when I felt his hardness pressing against me, I swear a dam burst in my knickers.
He really did feel huge. But call me a sadist, even though I knew it would be painful, I still couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
Jackson’s mouth trailed along my neck, then moved down to the exposed skin where my blouse was unbuttoned.
He slid his hands beneath me and attempted to undo the buttons, still peppering kisses over me.
When his attempts failed, he lifted off me and I instantly missed the feel of his lips.
‘Sorry, the buttons are really fiddly,’ I said, struggling for breath.
‘No, I’m sorry, because I need you so badly that I can’t waste time with buttons, so I’m gonna have to rip this off you, okay?’
‘Okay,’ I panted, tingles racing through me.
Jackson placed his hands between the gaps, then in one swift move ripped the blouse open.
Holy shit. That was hot.
‘Jesus.’ Jackson looked down at me. I was lying here with my bra exposed, my chest heaving with anticipation. ‘ You’re fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to suck on your gorgeous tits.’
He reached behind my back and unclipped my bra like it was the easiest thing to do in the world.
My bra dropped and he snatched it off my chest, tossed it over his shoulder, then leant down slowly before taking my nipple in his mouth and taking a long, slow suck.
‘Oh God.’ My hips jerked off the bed. ‘More, please.’
‘Seeing as you asked so politely.’ He smirked.
Jackson moved his head over to my other breast, then sucked on the other nipple, before circling it slowly with his tongue.
Every time his mouth made contact it was like a bolt of electricity shot through me.
Just when I thought the pleasure couldn’t become more delicious, Jackson moved his hand up my skirt, slowly trailing up my thighs before he gently ran his fingers over my pussy.
‘Your knickers and tights are soaked,’ he said into my breasts. ‘Shall we take them off and see just how wet you really are for me?’
‘Yes,’ I panted again.
He lifted his head from my chest, slid down the bed and pulled my skirt, knickers and tights down to my knees, then paused.
Ordinarily I’d feel exposed and self-conscious about the fact that a man was staring at my naked pussy. But this wasn’t just any man. This was Jackson . And he was staring between my legs like he was admiring the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen. Just like he had last night.
Desire and awe filled his eyes .
‘Such a pretty pussy.’ He swiped his finger slowly over my clit, down to my entrance, then back again and I bucked against his hand. Jackson then brought his finger to his lips and licked it clean, just like he had the first time he’d gone down on me.
‘Mmm, you taste so good, Jane. I love how wet you are for me.’
‘Please.’ I reached up and placed my hand on his dick. Bloody hell. He was rock hard. ‘Put it inside me. I want it.’
‘Not yet.’ He moved my hand away gently. ‘We need to get your body ready to take my cock.’
‘I am ready!’ I cried out. ‘Do you have any idea what a turn-on it was when you brought me that snack tray?’ I was so desperate for him I swore I’d explode if he didn’t enter me soon.
‘We’ll see about that.’
This time, Jackson slid my skirt, knickers and tights from my knees, past my ankles and onto the floor.
‘You have no idea how incredible you look.’ He shook his head. ‘I don’t even know where to start. I want to fuck you, I want to eat your pussy and I want to suck on those delicious tits all over again. I wish I could do them all at once. Spread your legs for me,’ he instructed, and I did as he asked. ‘Wider. I know you want me inside you, but I need to make sure you’re satisfied tonight, so first I’m going to make you come with my tongue, because it might be harder for you to climax with penetration the first time, okay?’
‘Okay.’ I squeezed the words out of my throat. Jackson leant forward between my legs, spread my lips, then flattened his tongue against my clit.
‘Fuck!’ I cried out, jerking off the bed at the sensation. As his tongue lapped at me, my whole body pulsed with desire. I squeezed my toes and tried not to wriggle beneath him but, my God, it was difficult. He was giving me so much pleasure, I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Jackson began circling my clit, then slid two fingers inside of me, causing me to cry out.
‘I fucking love how wet you are. You’re almost ready for me.’
‘Oh God, yes! Right there,’ I said, pushing his head deeper into me. ‘Oh God, Jackson, I can’t… I…’
The wave built, rising higher and higher and higher until…
‘Jackson! Jackson!’ I screamed, lifting my hips off the bed as my orgasm ripped through me.
My chest heaved, my head spun and I struggled for breath.
I squeezed my eyes shut, convinced that I wouldn’t have enough energy to open them again for hours whilst I recovered from that orgasm. That was until I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and my eyes flicked open faster than you could say horny virgin .
When I looked up, I saw Jackson undoing his jeans, and suddenly a fresh wave of adrenaline washed through me.
For a second I thought that because he’d made me come, he might change his mind and not follow through with the ‘real’ sex part, but from the fire in his eyes and of course the fact that he was undressing himself, it looked like my wish to feel Jackson inside of me was still firmly on track.
‘Would you mind if I…’ I mumbled.
‘You want to undress me?’ He smirked .
‘Yes,’ I replied quickly.
I’d dreamt of seeing Jackson naked so many times and I wanted to savour the moment.
Using every ounce of energy I had, I pulled my body up off the bed and leant forward.
Nervously, my hands rose to Jackson’s waist and I gripped his jeans.
‘Wait. Let me stand up. It’ll make it easier.’
He leapt off the bed, then stood beside me. After turning to face him, I gripped the waist of his jeans, then slowly pulled them down his muscular thighs. As I saw the enormous tent his cock had created in his boxer shorts, I swallowed hard.
This was it.
I was about to come face to face with a real dick.
My eyes followed the strip of curly black pubic hair which led to the main attraction. After taking a deep breath, I started tugging at his boxers.
I’d barely rolled them down more than a few inches before his cock sprang free.
Oh. My. Good. Lord.
I gulped as I got a full, uninterrupted view of Jackson’s dick.
I had no words.
He wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t small. And when I’d seen the outline last night at the library and compared it to a baseball bat, I hadn’t been far off. This was absolutely huge .
‘Still think you can handle this?’ Jackson lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes.
‘Yes.’ I nodded, even though the truth was I really wasn’t sure I could. A weapon like that would probably dislodge my insides.
‘Can I…’ My hand hovered between his legs.
‘Be my guest.’
I wrapped my hand around it and moved it up and down, slowly. It was long, thick and surprisingly smooth, like velvet.
Jackson’s dick jerked in my hand and I loved the sensation. I moved my hand back and forth, building up the rhythm.
‘Fuck, Jane. I love the feel of your hand on me, but if you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come. I need to see if I have a condom.’ He reached into his bedside drawer and rooted around. ‘Shit!’ Jackson groaned. He reached in his wallet, then blew out a frustrated breath. ‘I don’t have one. I wasn’t expecting to… it’s been a long time for me.’
‘I have one.’ I smiled.
‘Yeah?’ His eyebrows shot up.
‘In my toiletries bag. It’s been in there for months. Just in case. Remember, I was a Girl Guide, so I learnt the importance of always being prepared.’
I had to put it inside one of my sanitary towels just in case my parents went through my things. Yep. That’s how intrusive they were. But I knew they’d never look there.
‘I’m not sure having a spare condom in your bag just in case you wanted to get fucked was what the Girl Guides had in mind when they taught you that motto’—he smirked—‘but I’m glad you have one anyway. Want me to get it?’
‘Please. Just bring up the whole bag.’
‘Will do. But I’m going to need you to keep yourself warmed up whilst I’m gone. Touch yourself, like you would if you were alone. I need you to stay wet for me.’
‘Okay,’ I said as Jackson raced out of the room.
As I lay back and ran my hands over my breasts, I felt weird. I didn’t know if I’d ever spread out on a bed completely naked before and touched myself.
Doing that at my parents’ was a hard no for obvious reasons. And even if I’d done it in the room I rented in London, it would’ve been under the covers, just in case.
I’d been taught that masturbation was a shameful act for so long that I was still embarrassed to do it, but tonight, I felt different. I felt free.
I slid my hand between my legs. Jesus. Jackson didn’t need to worry about me staying wet for him. It was like an ocean down there. I’d never been so horny in my life.
As I swiped my finger over my clit, a tingle raced through me, but it didn’t compare to Jackson’s touch.
I scanned his room whilst continuing to pleasure myself. As I took in the sight of the different weights on the floor and the pull-up bar attached to the wall, which was decorated with faded dark blue striped wallpaper, I imagined Jackson working out, sweat dripping down his muscular body…
‘Oh God,’ I moaned.
‘Fuck.’ Jackson stepped into the room and stood there, his eyes roaming between my legs. My immediate reaction was to stop. Even though he’d asked me to do it, I still somehow felt like I’d been caught in the act. ‘Keep going, baby, I love watching you touch yourself.’
He came closer, put my handbag on the floor, then stood in front of me, his eyes fixated on my pussy whilst he stroked himself .
‘Do you see how hard you’ve made me, Jane?’
‘Yes.’ I nodded.
‘I want you so bad. Are you ready for me?’ Jackson slid his finger between my legs and I instantly removed my own.
‘Yes,’ I panted.
As I turned to reach inside my handbag and pull out my toiletries bag, Jackson continued stroking my clit.
With shaking hands, I fished the condom out from the sanitary towel.
‘How many do you have?’ he asked.
‘Just one,’ I replied.
‘You want to put it on?’
‘I don’t know how to,’ I said, looking at his dick, which was already leaking precum. ‘I don’t want to rip it.’
God. That would be just my luck. I finally get the chance to have sex and then fall at the final hurdle after ripping the condom.
‘How about I open it, then you roll it on?’
I nodded and Jackson carefully ripped the foil packet, then held the condom up.
‘Let me start you off,’ he said gently, rolling it onto the tip of his dick. ‘Now your turn. Just roll it all the way down.’
I sat up and used my left hand to hold his dick in place at the base whilst I rolled it down slowly.
‘Now lay down for me,’ Jackson said in a calming voice. ‘We’re going to take it nice and slow and I’ll be as gentle as I can, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to hurt. If it gets too much, just tell me to stop and I will, okay?’
‘Okay.’
Jackson climbed on top of me and pressed his lips on mine. As I tasted myself, I got a delicious reminder of the fact that he’d already made me come with his tongue, which turned me on even more.
This time the kiss was less frantic. It was gentle and intense, and as his tongue softly tangled with mine, he rolled my nipples between his fingers, then started rubbing his cock against my entrance.
The sensation of it slipping and sliding between my legs was delicious and I rocked against him, loving the friction.
Suddenly the kisses turned wild and hungry again as his thrusts became more urgent.
My glasses slid further and further down my nose and I felt my bun loosening.
Jackson paused and whipped off my glasses before grabbing his cock and rubbing it harder against me. Then he lined it up against my entrance.
‘I’m going to fuck you now,’ he panted into my mouth.
‘Please, do it.’
I spread my legs and Jackson fed his dick inside me.
‘Oh God,’ I cried out as he breached my entrance. A sharp, stinging pain hit me. I knew it was going to hurt, but it still took me by surprise.
‘I know it’s not easy, but try to relax.’
‘You’re so big. Is it all in now?’
‘No, baby. That’s just the tip,’ he said. Fuck. There’s more? ‘If you want, we can stop and try again when we have some lube. Might make it easier for you to take me. If I’d known we’d be doing this tonight, I would’ve got all the supplies. Maybe we should do it another time. I can plan it properly. Make it extra special for you.’
‘No! I don’t want to plan. I’ll be even more nervous than I am now. I want to do it. Without overthinking. Please don’t stop. I can take it.’
‘Okay. I need you to spread your legs wider and breathe. Deep breaths, in and out.’
I did as he said as he stretched me wide, feeding himself deeper.
As I looked up and saw the god that was on top of me, pushing his long, hard dick inside me, inch by inch, tingles erupted in my veins.
This was the moment I’d waited for, for so long.
My body had yearned for this. Ached for this.
I’d dreamt about a man filling me up for years and now that it was finally happening, I shouldn’t be focusing on the pain—I wanted to focus on the incredible pleasure.
I could do this.
‘Go deeper,’ I panted. ‘I want to feel all of you. Just do it. Quickly.’
Surely it was like ripping off a plaster, right? The faster he buried himself in me fully, the quicker it’d stop hurting.
‘You sure?’
‘Yes. Forget that it’s my first time. Fuck me like you would if we’d just met.’
Jackson’s eyes darkened and then a mischievous grin spread across his face.
‘If that’s what you really want.’
‘It…’
I didn’t even get a chance to finish my sentence before Jackson thrust into me. Hard.
‘Jesus Christ!’ I cried out.
‘You okay?’
‘Don’t stop!’
‘Yes, ma’am!’ He laughed, pounding into me .
I dug my nails into his back as my body adjusted to being filled up in the most delicious way.
Yes, it was painful, but it was good pain, if that made sense. I liked the sensation of being stretched to the hilt and the friction of Jackson pummelling in and out of me.
‘Put your leg on my shoulder,’ Jackson commanded. ‘Just one for now. I’m gonna go deeper.’
Jackson started circling my clit whilst he continued pumping in and out of me and my eyes practically rolled into the back of my head.
I understood it now.
Now I knew why people talked about sex so much. Why people loved reading about it, but more importantly, why they loved actually doing it.
I’d never felt sensations like this before in my life.
‘Jesus,’ Jackson groaned, ‘you’re so fucking tight, Jane. I love it. I need to make you come now before I do. I’m so fucking close.’
‘Me too,’ I panted.
Jackson continued thrusting, harder, deeper, faster.
The bed shook. My hair completely unravelled from the bun as my head kept hitting the soft headboard. Jackson picked up speed, stroking my clit as he circled his hips.
My body moved in sync with his as the warning signs that another orgasm was imminent raced through me.
‘Oh God,’ I said. ‘Oh God… oh, oh, I’m close, keep going… oh fuck, fuckkkkk!’ I screamed as what felt like a thousand bombs detonated inside me.
Jackson continued thrusting and then his body stilled as he came. He thrust a few more times before collapsing on my chest .
I didn’t know how long we stayed there, our bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving, hearts racing. But eventually, Jackson lifted off me.
‘I need to take off the condom,’ he said. ‘I’ll pull out slowly, okay?’
As soon as he was out, I instantly missed the feel of him. Suddenly I felt hollow. It was crazy. That was only the first time I’d had a man’s dick inside me, yet I felt like I was suddenly missing a vital organ.
As Jackson went to roll off the condom, he winced.
‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.
‘There’s blood. I thought there would be, but are you okay? Was I too rough?’
‘No. Don’t worry. I’m fine. I have periods every month, remember? I can handle a bit of blood.’
‘Wait here.’ Jackson rolled the condom into a tissue, then walked out of the room.
When he returned, he was juggling a towel, a flannel, a bowl of water, a bottle of water and some paracetamol in his hands.
He laid them all on the bed, then handed me the water and paracetamol.
‘Here. Just in case it’s painful. I don’t know if it’ll help or not, but…’ He shrugged his shoulders, then knelt down between my legs. ‘Lift up, then open your legs a little.’ I did as he asked as he slid the towel beneath me. ‘I’m going to clean you up.’
After dipping the flannel in the water, he gently wiped between my legs. At first it stung a little, but then I was fine. As I watched the way Jackson was taking care of me, I almost melted all over again. There was no way I would’ve got this kind of aftercare if I’d slept with some random guy from a bar.
‘There,’ he said. ‘You okay?’
‘I’m great, thank you.’
Jackson patted me dry with the towel, folded it over to cover me, dropped the flannel in the bowl, then put it on the floor.
‘Now, unless you have any objections, I’d like to hold you.’
‘I’d really love that,’ I said, my heart fluttering.
Jackson came back on the bed and lay on his side, facing me, then wrapped his arms around my back.
‘I can’t believe I actually did it!’ I blew out a breath.
‘You did!’ Jackson planted a soft kiss on my lips.
‘I’ve finally lost my virginity. At the tender age of thirty-one!’
‘Your age doesn’t matter.’ Jackson stroked my cheek. ‘What matters is whether it was worth the wait…’
‘Definitely.’ I smiled. ‘It was incredible. I’ve heard some horror stories about people losing their virginity. Like how disappointing it was. But how many people can say that their first time was amazing, with the hottest guy in the UK—well, quite possibly the world— and that they got an orgasm at the end of it?’
‘I’m glad you enjoyed it. I did too. It was an honour and a privilege to be your first, so thank you. You were fucking amazing. And the way you took my dick was… wow.’
‘Did I take it like a good girl ?’ I sniggered.
‘That’s a quote from Office Delight , right?’ He smirked.
‘Yep. And many other romance books. ’
‘You certainly did. You sure this was really your first time?’
‘Positive.’
‘Well, you’re a natural.’
‘Not yet, but maybe with practice I could be. It’s a shame this was just a one-time lesson.’
‘Yeah.’ His gaze dropped for a few seconds before he looked at me again.
I knew I should be grateful that he’d helped me lose my virginity and should be satisfied with that.
But as I scanned Jackson’s gorgeous body, all I could think of was that now I’d had sex with him once, I wanted to do it again…