Chapter 18 Jackson #2
“God, you’re so sexy.” I take the toy from her hands and toss it to the side. “Take your panties off.” I stroke my cock until she’s completely naked, then climb onto the bed.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She widens them, watching through hooded eyelids.
I move between her legs and run my fingers through her folds. Her clit is already swollen, and her pussy is wet. I need to be inside. I can’t wait another minute.
I reach for her ankles and lift them, resting her calves against my chest as I line my cock up to her center. As I sink inside her heat, I push her legs wider.
“Get the toy.” I demand, pulling out until all that’s left is the tip of my cock before thrusting inside. “Hold it on your clit.”
“Yes.” Rosalie reaches for the vibrator and does what I ask.
Her eyelids flutter shut as she moans. I thrust deep and hard, my movements swift and powerful.
Her legs stretch wider and her heat squeezes my cock each time I’m seated inside her.
There’s nothing but the slap of two bodies coming together, racing toward the edge of pleasure.
Each time we fuck, I think it’s the best I’ve had. Until we fuck again. This time is no different. She feels incredible. Her wet heat gripping my cock is so fucking perfect, as though we’re made for each other.
If I give over to the sensation, I’ll come already.
And that wouldn’t be very alien sex god of me.
I need to get a fucking grip so I don’t embarrass myself.
I focus on her pleasure, pulling out and watching her glide the vibe over her clit.
I release her ankles and slide my hands down to where our bodies connect.
The tip of my cock rests against her folds, but instead of pumping inside, I use my fingers to fuck her.
Stroking her from the inside, I bring her closer to the edge.
I can tell as soon as I hit the right spot because her movements with the vibrator become almost frenzied.
I work another finger inside her cunt so that she’s taking three digits, and she groans.
“Oh, God. Jackson. It’s so much.”
“Yeah, but look at you taking it. Fuck.” I pump my fingers in and out, picking up the pace. My rod might not have out-of-this-world capabilities, but that doesn’t keep me from trying. “You can fucking take whatever I give you, can’t you?”
“Yes! Oh, fuck!” her back arches as I push inside even farther. “I’m so close. Almost. Almost.”
“Look at yourself,” I command, slipping my fingers out and replacing them with my cock.
I pump inside her slowly, watching my length disappear centimeter by centimeter.
When our pelvic bones collide, the reverberation of her toy sends an added crackle of arousal through my body.
I do it again. “Look at us. Do you see what I see? God, you’re so fucking hot. ”
“Fuck,” she whispers. Her breath comes faster. Her body trembles as she reaches the edge. I’m right there with her.
Grabbing her legs, I lean over her body and press her into the mattress.
I give her everything. Pumping. Kissing. Thrusting. I fuck her as if I never want her to remember being fucked by anyone else. And maybe I don’t.
A groan leaves my mouth as I come. Her body shudders with pleasure and I capture her lips, rolling us to the side so she won’t have to bear the full weight of my body.
I kiss her tenderly, dragging out this moment.
Her pleasure and mine. I don’t want to burst this little bubble we’ve created, though I know it’s inevitable.
I lay back on the sheets and pull her into my chest. I wonder if she can hear my heart racing.
Does she sense the affection I feel for her?
How much I enjoy our time together? Would it scare her to know how much I like this?
How much I crave time with her, not only to fuck, but also to just talk.
That’s the part that gets me. That has me questioning everything I know.
Usually, I lose interest. With anyone else, this is the time I get bored or irritated. I don’t know if I could ever be bored with her.
Rosalie cuddles in closer and wraps her thigh over mine. She’s so satiated, I don’t even know if she realizes what she’s doing. We fit perfectly. Of course we do. I feel so damn comfortable. As if this is the most natural thing. As if we’ve been doing this for months and not days.
The idea of her leaving in a few days brings on a wave of melancholy. Without her, I won’t rush home at the end of the day. I won’t have a new sexual escapade to plan or look forward to. She’s not even gone and I already miss her.
Fuck.
Maybe Ryan is right.
Maybe I’m falling for Rosalie?
Maybe I am ready for more?
I push all of those feelings out of my mind and focus on the present. If she’s only here a few days, I’m going to take advantage.
“Hey.” I rub my palm along the small of her back.
“Hey.” She sighs.
I can’t help but smile. “You sound so blissed out.”
“I am so blissed out.” She presses a kiss to the center of my chest.
“What’s next?” I chuckle, imagining what else she has in store. “Do you have my next assignment prepared, Professor Masters?”
Her muscles stiffen. She pulls away, just a little, but the energy in the room shifts as if I’ve done something wrong.
“Everything okay?”
Though she barely moves, I feel her draw away.
“I’m fine.”
She’s obviously not fine. Fuck. I don’t know what I did or said, but it must have been something.
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” I brush her hair away from her face and shift so I can see her eyes.
“It’s fine.” She won’t meet my gaze. “I’m just not into the student-teacher trope.”
“I was just playing around.”
“I know.” She pulls away to sit up and reaches for her clothes. “I don’t find it sexy. Not in fantasy. Not in reality.”
“I see.” I don’t. “Where are you going?”
“Aren’t we done? I came, you came.” She glances at my dick and lifts her brows. “Unless you’re good to go again.”
“If you give me some time, I can be.” I reach for her with a playful tackle and roll us back onto the bed so she’s pinned underneath me. I capture her lips, slowly tasting and nipping until she’s kissing me back with the same fervor I feel. I don’t pull back until we’re both breathless.
She laughs as I groan. She rests a hand under her head. “Do you know why I love reading romance so much?”
“Because you’re a dirty bird who gets off on her book boyfriends?”
She rolls her eyes and shoves my chest. “Ugh. Never mind.”
“What?” I chuckle. “That’s not a little bit true?”
“It might be part of it, but it’s not the whole reason. Not by a long shot. There’s so much more to these books than smut.”
Yeah, I know.
Now that I can listen to audiobooks, I’ll probably read every day. The hours pass so easily when there’s a narrator telling me a story.
“What is it you love about books so much?”
“We only get one life, right? A limited number of decisions and only one path. But with reading . . . I get to know what it’s like to be someone else.
To live another life, one completely different from my own.
And the thing that makes romance the superior genre, in my opinion, is that everything always works out.
No matter what the couple goes through or what choices they make, there’s a happily ever after waiting at the end.
Real life doesn’t have those guarantees. ”
Her last words land like bricks on my chest. Ain’t that the damn truth.
I wait for her to continue, but the silence stretches uncomfortably until she looks away. She’s been hurt. It’s clear she has, and I wish she would trust me with her secrets. That she didn’t feel the need to carry them alone. But when she doesn’t offer more, I ask another question.
“So, you get to live vicariously through the characters of the books?”
“Exactly.”
“And you read a lot.” I reach for her hand and thread her fingers through mine. “So you get hundreds of lifetimes.”
“Thousands, if I’m lucky.” She squeezes my hand and that euphoric feeling that only occurs when we’re together takes over my brain. This is more than fucking. This is more than simple affection. She must feel it too, because she doesn’t pull away.
She likes me. Hell, she might more than like me. She might not say the words, but she doesn’t have to. I feel them anyway.
I pull our interlocked hands toward my mouth and press tender kisses along her knuckles. I’m exhausted, but I’m not ready for the day to be over.
“I have an idea.”
“Does it involve clothes?”
“No, in fact it does not.”
Her eyes twinkle as they meet mine.
“I like the sound of that.”