Chapter 26 #4
His first finger felt incredible as it slid inside me, and I moaned trying to rock my hips back against his hand, mindlessly seeking more.
He didn’t make me wait long and quickly added in a second, then worked them to the knuckle.
I felt coiled tight, on the verge of breaking open and free falling as he finger fucked me, the sounds of my strangled, filthy moans filling the space around us.
The burn when he added the third finger did little to tamp down my rising ecstasy, and Jackson let out a drawn-out curse when I started rocking back against them.
“Going to pound this ass so fucking good. You’ll want to live on my cock,” he snarled as he slammed his fingers into me, and I scrabbled to hold myself in place to keep from shifting up the table with the intensity of it.
When he tagged my prostate, the cry I let out was like a bitch in heat.
My cock was leaking all over the table, and I started to grind against the slick surface, desperate and on a hair-trigger.
“Gonna come. Gonna come,” I pleaded, feeling my eyes begin to roll back as Jackson continued to relentlessly pass over my prostate.
But in a flash, his fingers were gone, leaving me empty and gasping with the sudden loss.
Jackson’s pants were heavy behind me, but he managed between breaths, “Not yet. Together.”
Even in my debauched state, my heart squeezed at the words.
“I’m negative,” I all but slurred, rolling my head a little listlessly to the side to glance behind me. “No one since Raleigh. No one but you.”
Those mossy oak eyes locked onto mine, his chest still rising and falling in rapid succession as he tried to catch his breath.
Hesitation was there, a lingering worry from when I’d royally fucked up.
And while I wanted there to be no barriers between Jackson and me for our first time, I’d understand if he needed the condom.
As long as he fucked me, I would be fine.
But I saw the moment he made up his mind.
“I’m negative, too.”
Something passed between us then. It was like a wire snapped into place, the connection without any slack so it would tug when we were too far from the other. It was the slotting of a missing puzzle piece into place that finally completed the picture.
Giving a slow nod, I rested my cheek against the table, unable to continue craning my neck to look at him. The undeniable sound of him slicking his shaft came a few moments later, and then his hand was on my hip while the head of dick slotted against my hole.
He pushed in on my slow exhale, and the initial burn had me squeezing my eyes shut. But Jackson’s strong hand started running up and down my side, giving my hip a reassuring squeeze every so often.
“Shh,” he soothed. “I’ve got you, baby.”
And I knew he did. By the time he was completely seated, we were both panting again.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jackson rasped, giving an experimental thrust that had me groaning. “This is gonna be fast. Not gonna last with how good you feel around my cock.”
My guttural grunt must have been all he needed because Jackson started a brutal pace on me, using both of his hands on my hips to drive into me.
I cried out, pressing up on my palms to give me better leverage against his relentless pounding.
Taking the opportunity, Jackson shifted one his hands to my shoulder and the new angle had him passing over my prostate with every stroke.
“Fuuuuuuck.” My voice sounded garbled and choppy as stars burst in my vision from the sheer pleasure.
I was so close, right on the razor's edge of the strongest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
“’S good. Feels so fucking good. Gonna come,” I babbled, dropping my head between my shoulders as I let Jackson rail me into oblivion.
“Me too, baby. Stroke yourself. Get yourself there… I’m about to come,” he gritted out, his thrusts getting erratic as bitten-off sounds of pleasure fell from his lips.
Wrapping one my hands around my cock, I started stroking myself in time with his fucking.
It didn’t take me long. One, two, three more, and I all but screamed as my release ripped through me.
Little black dots danced behind my eyelids as my body convulsed with the pleasure racking through it.
Ropes of thick cum shot from my cock, landing all over the table, and behind me, Jackson roared as his climax hit him.
Warmth flooded me instantly, and I gurgled out a moan as my dick jerked with a useless attempt to come again. When his orgasm was done, he dropped his head to my shoulder, and I could feel his chest heaving against my back. We were both sweat slicked and sticky, but I’d never felt so full.
“Shit, Jackson,” I groaned. “I think you fucked me into next week.”
“Give me twenty minutes. I’ll fuck you into next month if you want,” he responded breathlessly.
I couldn’t help chuckling, my brain blissfully empty and my body sufficiently fucked out. “I’ll need a little bit longer than that to get going again. Downfall of dating an older man.”
He let out a soft laugh that made my heart flip and dropped a kiss against my shoulder. “I’m confident I could get you there as fast as you need.”