“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I smirk but lean in anyway and what I see stops my breath.
‘Chessy’ is written in script lettering around the bottom of the football. It’s beautiful. Simple and elegant.
“Jackson,” is all I can get out.
“I needed to have a piece of you, too,” he says. I lean closer and kiss above it. Below it. All the while I’m stroking his cock which is already hard and jutting towards me.
“I need you, Francesca. Right now.”
“Take me.”
He pulls me to stand in front of him, his hands going down my back, grabbing my ass and then spreading and kneading my cheeks. His fingers run through my crack and my breath hitches, our eyes meeting.
“You like that?” he asks, as he circles my forbidden hole, pressing into me, teasing me.
“I do.” I never thought I’d say that. Never thought it would ever be a question. But I should know better with Jackson. He’s always pushing my boundaries and I trust him to do it.
He gives a cocky smile. “Not tonight, but it’s a good thing to know,” he winks.
I laugh, slightly embarrassed and lean into him. He gives me a quick slap to the ass. “Climb onto the bed and turn around.”
I do as he says, feeling him come up behind me. He runs his hand down my spine, slightly pushing so I bend at the waist. “Hold onto the headboard, baby girl. This is going to be hard.”
My heart races with excitement. I love this side of Jackson. He’s always a take charge type of guy but sometimes he treats me with kid gloves.
Not tonight.
And I’m here for it. He needs me this way. Wants me this way. Craves me this way.
And so do I.
He runs his fingers through my folds, moaning about how wet I am already. He circles around flicking at my clit, one hand on my hip. Before I take another breath, he’s slammed into me.
“Oh, God!”
“Chess. Fuck, you feel amazing.” He slides out and slams back in. “You’re so tight wrapped around my cock, I wish you could see how beautiful you look from behind, sliding over me.”
All I can do is whimper. He reaches around and rubs my clit again, picking up his pace. I meet him thrust for thrust, letting my chest hit the mattress, my ass higher in the air, he tightens his hold on my hips. His balls slap my skin and all I can do is hold on.
“Jackson! I’m close, oh God, please, please!” I beg.
“I’ve got you baby girl, I’m there, too.” Without any further warning, I come, harder than ever before. He had me so worked up between the tattoo and the kink talk, I never stood a chance.
I feel his hold get even tighter on me. “Fuck, I feel your pussy squeezing me. Fuck!” and he explodes, filling me, slowing his thrusts, wringing every drop he can from both of us.
We both fall to the bed, breathing heavily. There are no words to be said.
We’ve said it all before, with our hearts, our eyes, our bodies.
I am completely in love with this man. And I have a feeling it’s going to kill me.
Chapter 35
Jackson
I’m in my office at the school waiting for the team to show up so we can all get to staging together. I left Chess before the sun came up. I didn’t sleep a wink last night thinking of everything she said to me.
You’re amazing and people see it.
