38. Jackson
THIRTY-EIGHT
Jackson
A foreign feeling whips through my insides at Blakely’s threat, and even though I know it’s an empty one, the images it produces still drive me half-wild.
And that’s how I know this is different from anything I’ve ever felt. Because even when I’ve been broken over Lee—over her not wanting me—I’ve never been driven to the brink of absolute insanity at the mere thought of her with someone else.
With six little words, my world is turned on its axis.
I’ll go find somebody who will.
Over my dead body.
I’m all she needs.
Suddenly, I’m ravenous, passion and need exploding through my veins and burning away my plans for slow and sweet. I know that I should be taking my time with her. Be romantic and show her all the ways I want to love her right.
But I feel feral. Possessive. This is what she’s been pushing me for, what she always pushes for—this side of me that stays locked away behind a cool, calm exterior.
My hands grip her waist tight and push her back on the bed. I tower over her as my eyes trail the length of her body. “Strip for me, princess. Let me see you.”
Her eyes widen, hesitation swamping the air between us. I could do it for her, could easily reach out and peel off every layer, not stopping until she’s stripped completely bare, body and soul. But I need her to be the one to take this step. Need to make sure that she’s really as ready as she says she is.
That she trusts me.
She already has so many people taking from every aspect of her life, I refuse to be someone else who does.
She glances around, her arms coming across the front of her stomach and she swallows. “Can we turn off the lights?”
My heart sinks. It’s so obvious now, in this moment, that her insecurities go far deeper than just reactionary breakdowns from other people’s opinions.
Walking to the edge of the bed, I crawl over her body, leaning down to press my lips against hers. I make love to her mouth nice and slow. Long, tender strokes of my tongue against hers until her body relaxes and becomes supple underneath me.
Good . I don’t want her tense for this. It’s going to be painful enough without her on edge. This should be all about enjoyment.
Pulling my mouth back, I rub my nose against hers, her breath mingling with mine.
“There is nothing you could show me that I wouldn’t want to see. I want to be with you because I love what’s in here—” I press my hand against her chest. “Not because of what’s out here.” I run my other hand down her side. “Although that’s beautiful, too.”
She presses her body farther into my hands. “Okay.”
“Do you believe me?” I ask.
She nods, her eyelashes fluttering.
“Good.” I press another kiss to her mouth before trailing my lips across her jaw and down her neck, my half-hard cock growing thick from the taste of her skin on my tongue.
“So, strip for me, princess.”
I move until my back is against the headboard, giving her room and, once again, leaving the decision up to her. She has to show me that she wants this. That she’s ready.
She surprises me, standing up at the end of the bed. Her fingers grip the bottom of her shirt and drag it slowly up her torso, her skin coming into my view inch by inch, my heart palpitating from the torture of the tease, from what is waiting to be revealed.
My eyes drink her in, greedily gulping the view, and with every moment that passes, her body relaxes, her movements becoming graceful. More confident.
I wish I could have her dive inside of my brain so she could see herself the way I do.
My fingers dig into the comforter, grappling with the blanket to keep myself from reaching out and pulling her to me, my cock bobbing in the air as I shuffle on the bed.
Her jeans slide off her legs and then it’s just her, encased in black lace—a present just waiting for me to tear into its wrapping.
She’s so goddamn sexy.
It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, the bikini she was wearing for the photo shoot on her pool deck covered less, but the intimacy of the moment has my balls tightening with anticipation.
Her eyes meet mine, the air charging with tension as she reaches behind her back.
Heat collects at the base of my spine and I grip the comforter tighter.
She unclasps her bra and the material slides down, the straps falling off her shoulders. She holds the cups of lace in place, keeping herself hidden from my view. My eyes follow the way her cleavage rises and falls with her heavy breaths. My cock throbs and I reach down, my hand wrapping around it and stroking.
My hand glides up and down, imagining it’s her tight pussy creating the heat and not my palm.
A beautiful shade of pink blooms on her cheeks, but she doesn’t drop her gaze from where I’m touching myself. Her arm drops, letting the fabric slide the rest of the way off.
Her nipples pebble against the air, and even though I’ve seen them before—tasted them before—it feels like the first time, blood rushing to my groin as I stroke faster.
“Touch them for me,” I rasp.
Her eyes shoot up to my face, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. But she does as I say, her hands slowly rising to her chest as she cups her breasts, rolling those perfect nipples between her thumb and finger.
My insides coil tighter, my heart slamming against my ribs.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?” I groan, my hips thrusting into my closed fist.
My words seem to spark her passion, and she lets out a moan, one of her hands leaving her breast and gliding down her stomach. My hand tingles with jealousy, wanting to feel her skin underneath my fingertips.
She slips beneath the waistband of her underwear, the outline of her knuckles highlighted by the way she moves them back and forth, touching herself.
“ Fuck , Blake, does it feel good to touch yourself for me?”
She moans again, her breath stuttering while she nods.
My gaze is locked on the motion of her hand underneath the fabric. Her eyes flutter closed as she moves lower, and my body coils tighter.
“That’s right, baby, soak your fingers and then come give me a taste.”
The image of Blakely finger-fucking herself in nothing but her thong makes me pull my cock harder, tendrils of pleasure winding through my body. My balls draw up and I relax my grip, trying to stem the urge to shoot all over my hand before I’ve even touched her.
“Come here,” I say.
Blakely’s eyes pop open and she slides her fingers from her panties, sauntering over to me, an air of confidence surrounding her—something she didn’t have when we first came into the room.
Her middle finger is glistening with wetness and my mouth waters, my stomach squeezing with the need to suck it into my mouth and clean it of her juices.
She stops when she’s right in front of me, her body pressing against mine, and without coaxing, she raises up her hand and slides her finger along the seam of my mouth.
My gut flares, precum steadily oozing out of my cock as it throbs between us.
I slip out my tongue to lick her flavor from my lips and she takes advantage, her finger slipping inside of my mouth.
My hand shoots out, grabbing the lace of her underwear in my palm and pulling harshly, making it stretch against her skin until it rips. She jumps, squeaking in surprise, but the action is drowned out by the animalistic lust that’s flooding through my veins.
Gripping her hips tight, I drag her on top of me, her legs coming down on either side of my body, the heat from between her thighs settling in my lap. My eyes roll when I feel her bare against me, her arousal dripping down the length of my dick.
Her arms wrap around my neck, forehead resting on mine as she jerks her hips forward, then slowly moves them back. Our mouths skim as she rocks, an electric sensation scorching through me as my shaft glides between the lips of her pussy, my cock pressing against her swollen clit with every forward motion.
It’s the most delicious type of torture and I swear to God I have never been more turned on in my entire life. “Goddamn, Blake, I need to feel you.”
“So feel me.” She pushes down harder, my tip slipping to her entrance and prodding against the hole.
I bite my cheek so hard I taste blood, my nails digging into her sides as I flip us around on the bed.
My hand brushes down her body until I find her clit. She sucks in a breath, her legs falling open as I circle my thumb on her swollen nub, feeling it pulse underneath my touch.
She’s close.
Good.
My finger teases her opening, collecting her wetness and using it as lubricant to easily slip inside of her.
She moans, her back arching. Her pussy is tight as hell and my cock twitches as I imagine what it will feel like to have her wrapping around me like a vise.
Her legs start to tremble, a gush of liquid seeping out of her and coating my hand as I add another finger, her walls fluttering around them.
She covers her mouth with her hand and I grab her wrist, pushing it above her head and tangling our fingers. “Don’t. Let me hear you.”
She nods, her clit swelling underneath my fingertips.
“Give it to me, baby,” I breathe.
And that’s all it takes.
I watch, enraptured by her beauty as she explodes, detonating around my hand. Her body shakes, her pussy clenching and releasing around my fingers, clit pulsing in time to the spasms under the pad of my thumb.
Any blood remaining in my brain rushes to my groin as I watch her come undone and I lift my hips off the bed, worried the friction will make me come.
She slowly relaxes, her breasts rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.
I take my fingers out of her, bringing them to my lips and sucking them into my mouth, licking every drop of her cum from my hand. “Delicious.”
She giggles, the back of her hands brushing against her cheeks. “I’d never imagined you being such a dirty talker.”
My brow quirks. “I’m full of surprises,” I say as I climb up her body.
My cock is leaking steadily, throbbing from the torture of being teased for the past hour and finding no release.
I grip myself in my hand, rubbing the head of my dick along her slit. She jumps, gasping, her pussy still fluttering against me from aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask again.
She wraps her arms around me, pressing her lips to mine. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“Do I need a condom? I’m clean.”
She shakes her head. “No, we’re covered. I want to feel you.”
Pressing a kiss to her lips, I press into her slowly, stretching her inch by inch.
Immediately her body tightens and I pause, my arms resting on either side of her head.
“Are you okay?”
She nods, her eyes closing.
My hand brushes across her lids. “No, baby, keep your eyes on me. I need to see you. Need to make sure you’re here with me.”
She snaps them open, a thousand emotions swirling out of her gaze, matching the intensity of how I feel inside.
And suddenly, I know what this is.
This is love.