He didn’t reply. NotthatI expected one, what could he say? Nothing would change the situation.
For several minutes, the only sound surrounding us was thetick tockof the clock. I refilled my glass and sipped my wine, allowing myself to feel the buzz slowly flowing through my veins.
Jackson suddenly stood and grabbed his tie.“Ijustcame to offer my condolences. I’ll leave you to it.”
He made it as far as the doorway before I called out, without giving much thought as to what I wanted to say.“Wait.”Hesitantly, I twisted to face him. His back was still to me, but he’d paused, waiting for me to speak again. I sucked in a shaky breath, tears threatening to fall like a waterfall.“Don’t go,”I whispered, my voice breaking. I didn’t want to be alone. I wasn’t sure I trusted myself.“Please. I don’t want to be on my own. Please stay for a while.”
I held my breath as I waited for a reaction, expecting him to tell me to go to hell and leave me to wallow in my grief. But his shoulders slumped, and he turned to face me, giving me the briefest of nods before coming back to sit on the couch.
My eyes fluttered open, and it took several seconds to realize I’d passed out on the couch. My head rested against something firm, and a warm hand rested on my waist, having crept under my shirt.
I pushed myself up, discovering I’d gone to sleep with my head in Jackson’s lap. He’d fallen asleep sitting up, his elbow propped on the armrest with his hand holding his head up.
Taking advantage of his sleepy state, I allowed myself to take in his features. His long lashes rested on his cheekbones. Day old stubble coated his sharp jawline, and his lips—his beautiful, kissable lips—were slightly parted as he breathed deeply.
The few times he’d snuck into my treehouse when we were teenagers and had fallen asleep on the makeshift bed I had inside the little cabin, I’d spend ages watching him sleep, not believingthathe wasreallymine.
Unable to stop myself, I reached out to caress his cheek like I did backthen. His eyes fluttered open, finding mine as I smoothed my thumb back and forth over his skin. He blinked and blinked again before visibly swallowing. The two of us stared at each other, neither of us moving, neither of us talking.
My heart raced as his gaze dropped to my lips like it had done so many times since he’d barged back into my life. The hand resting on my hip glided up my side, sending a tremor of lust along my spine. When he reached my neck, his fingers wrapped around the back of it.
Roughly, he pulled me to him, our mouths crashing against each other. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as our lips parted and his tongue slid into my mouth, where they moved together in a slow, sensual dance.
When his hand dropped from the back of my neck, I waited for him to push me away. But the shove never came. Instead, he maneuvered me onto his lap without breaking the kiss.
Wiggling to straddle him with my legs on either side of his thighs, I gasped into his mouth when his hardening cock pressed against my entrance, the material of his pants and my panties under my skirt preventing him from slipping inside me.
Jackson’s hands moved to my hips as our tongues continued to explore each other’s mouths. We’d kissed a lot as teenagers, but not like this. Not with this amount of passion flowing between us.
My core dampened as I ground against his erection. As if knowing what I wanted, Jackson found the hem of my jumper, pulling it up and only breaking the kiss to lift it over my head.
As soon as I was free of the garment, his mouth was back on mine again. My fingers flew to his shirt, making quick work to unbutton it. When the final onecame free, I ripped the shirt open, my hands running over his smooth, muscular pecs.
Jackson pulled away to rest his forehead against mine.“Need to fuck you, Kiki,”he growled, his eyes blazing with lust.
I lowered my hand to his now rigid cock, stroking his shaft through the material.“I want you to, Jackson,”I panted, my core clenching in desperation.“I want you to fuck me.”
Without another word, the two of us moved in unison. I lifted my body, hoisting my skirt up so I could slide my panties to one side. At the same time, Jackson unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out.
He forced me down, impaling me on his length, hissing through his teeth as I released a salacious groan, my pussy clenching around him.
“Fuck. Your cunt feels so fucking good,”he moaned, lifting me up only to slam me down again.“Ride me, Kiki. Take what you need.”
His fingers dug harder into my hips as I began to bounce on his lap, throwing my head back as pleasure zapped every nerve in my body. Too consumed with chasing a building orgasm, I didn’t register Jackson’s hands leaving my hips until he unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts.
He wrapped his mouth around one of the erect buds, flicking his tongue against it, and sending a bolt of lightning straight to my pussy.
“Oh fuck!”I panted, moving my hips faster.
“You likethat, my beautiful slut?”Jackson crooned, moving over to the breast where he took my nipple between his teeth and tugged.
“Yes, fuck, Jackson, yes!”
A growl rumbled deep in Jackson’s chest as he bit down again, harder this time. An intense pang of pain shot through me, and without looking, I knew he’d drawn blood.
And the knowledge ofthatadded to my building orgasm.
“You have no fucking idea how gorgeous you are like this, Kiki. Taking my cock and letting me make you bleed,”he hissed, alternating between nipples andbiting harder to draw more blood.“You gonna come for me? You gonna scream my name when your cunt coats my cock with your juices?”
