“Please.” I’ve never begged for cock, but I can’t find it in myself to be embarrassed. He’s worked me over, brought me to the edge, and I want my release. I need it. I need him.
Before I can demand more, one of his fingers presses against my asshole. He drags it across his spit and presses, working the tip of his digit inside while pushing his cock back into my pussy. I gasp and tense. A little from pain. A little from shock. A lot from arousal.
“Is this okay?” He presses his finger further.
I close my eyes and breathe, allowing my body to relax and take him in, along with the foreign sensation of being filled this way. I nod my consent. I want him to keep going.
“Say it.” His demand is a low growl. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Finger my ass. Please.” I exhale on a moan as he gives in to my demands. “Fuck me and finger my ass.”
“God, yes.” His groan is as eager as mine. He pushes inside me.
I’m so full. So overwhelmed by pleasure. All the constraints and boundaries around how I thought sex could feel are being expanded by the man inside of me. The most primal of moans leaves my body as his hips thrust forward and his finger stretches my puckered hole.
He fucks me. Really fucks me. This time, there is no teasing. No breaks or time-outs. Our bodies slap together and we chase toward the peak of pleasure.
His finger is inside my ass, and deeper than anything has gone before. It should be enough, but my body aches for more. Face down, my ass up and legs spread, I imagine Jackson stretching me wider, adding another digit, and eventually replacing his finger and filling my back door with his hard length.
But when his hand on my hip reaches around to rub my clit, I lose all sense of the world.
Behind my eyelids, fireworks explode as my body spasms.Yes, yes, yes!My insides pulse with my orgasm, and that’s all Jackson needs to join me. A guttural moan fills my ears as he pulls out, coming right where his finger was a second ago. The warmth of his seed coats my ass, sticky and erotic. We’ve made a mess, but it’s the best kind.
Jackson collapses to the side of my body, rolling onto his back as he catches his breath. His eyelids flutter shut as a satisfied smile stretches across his gorgeous face.
I turn on my side to face him, and take this moment to study his features. He’s so beautiful, with dark hair and long lashes that are just unfair. With his strong jaw and cheekbones, he might have been a model. But it’s the warmth of his smile that gets me. It holds a joy that can’t be manufactured or earned, it just is, and it’s why it’s impossible to feel deflated in his presence.
Unlike other men I’ve been with.
My conversation from earlier today dances in my memory, threatening to steal this moment. I frown. Beckett is the exact opposite of Jackson. He’s ten years my senior, whereas this man is my junior. He is refined and cultured, whereas this cowboy is adventurous and skilled. Beckett is measured and calculating, while I can’t imagine Jackson even capable of being deceitful or shrewd.
Sex with my ex was never this good.
“Hey.”
Jackson turns to his side, resting his head on his arm and focusing his gaze on mine. He looks at me like there’s no place else he’d rather be. It’s unnerving, being the center of his attention, which is kind of ridiculous considering what we just did.
“Hey.”
I force myself to hold eye contact. I will not be the first to look away. I will not allow myself to feel one ounce of shame.
“You’re incredible. You know that?”
“I am, aren’t I?” I quip back.
“You do realize this is my new wet dream. From now on, I’ll think of this every time I get myself off.”
“Every time?” I lift my brows in challenge. There’s no way. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Rosalie.” He scoots closer, and our bodies are once again flush with each other. He cups my jaw with the palm of his hand. “You rocked my world. Your body. Your dirty mind. Your sweet little?—”
“Jackson!” I cut him off before he can finish that thought.
“Don’t go all shy on me now.” His mouth ghosts across mine. He kisses me, tender and sweet. Slowly, as if he has all the time in the world. As if nothing exists outside of this time and place.
And maybe I’m delusional, because I lean into that feeling. Pretending there are no consequences to what we’re doing. No repercussions to using each other to fulfill our sexual fantasies.
“So, you like my mind?” I smile when he pulls away.
