by Odette Stone
“Nothing good,” I said truthfully, my eyes dropping back down to his chest. I couldn’t bear to see pity or compassion in his eyes.
“Is it over between you two?”
“I think so.”
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know.”
He didn’t say anything. I only wanted to go upstairs and crawl into bed.
“I'm sorry for embarrassing you. Tonight was bad.”
I looked up at his face. Green eyes held my gaze.
“I'm going to bed.” I moved past him.
I walked upstairs and had the longest shower of my life, wishing that the water could wash away tonight. I pulled on a pair of panties and a tank top. I was just about to climb into bed when I heard a soft knock on the door. I grabbed a throw blanket off my bed and wrapped it around my body.
I opened the door. Jackson stood in the dark hallway. He was wearing a pair of grey drawstring shorts and no shirt. His features were hard to see in the dim light, but he seemed impossibly big. We stood looking at each other for a long moment. My stupid heart was beating a thousand miles a minute.
“You can’t go to bed without opening my birthday present.”
Tears stung my eyes. “What?”
He pulled a flat perfectly wrapped gift from behind his back. “Happy Birthday.”
With trembling fingers, I took it from his hand. “What is it?”
“You have to open it to find out.”
I unwrapped a book entitled “Wet dog: A comedy for you, a horror story for your dog. Don’t let them read in the dark.”
It was a photo book of hundreds of dogs taking baths.
I started to laugh and fought to not burst into tears. “Thank you. This is so perfect.”
“I thought you might appreciate the humor.”
“I love it so much.” I clasped the book tightly to my chest. I couldn’t drag my eyes off the floor. “Jackson…I'm sorry. Tonight was…”
My voice trailed off. He stood in front of me, patiently waiting.
I took a deep breath. “I'm sorry about tonight. I hope what you heard doesn’t wreck our friendship.”
“He said you were all mine.”
“What?” My head jerked up so I could see his face. His pupils were so big, and his green eyes looked dark.
I gasped as he reached out and tugged me against the warm skin of his bare chest. His hand reached into my hair, and he pulled my head back. His mouth came over mine. Rough. Possessive. Taking more than giving. I moaned, and the book and blanket fell to my feet as I put my arms around his neck. He picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he pinned me against the wall as his mouth did a slow assault on mine. I felt his hands on my bottom, and he hauled me up, grinding himself against me. I gasped as his mouth trailed down over my neck, hitting every nerve along the way.
He lifted his head and looked at me. “Tell me to stop.”
I thought my heart would pound right out of my chest. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I didn’t want it to end.
“Again.” My fingers wrapped in his hair, and I pulled his mouth down to mine again. He rewarded me with another mind-blowing kiss. The entire Universe spun.
I felt him walking, and then I was being lowered down onto his bed.
“Emily,” he breathed. He was lying between my legs but held himself above me with his arms. He looked down at me, his eyes running over my face.
A terrible thought crashed in, piercing my brain.
“Is this because you feel sorry for me?”
He looked a bit shocked, and then a slow smile crossed his face. “Sweetheart, where the fuck do you get these ideas?”
I swallowed. I was having trouble breathing. “I just think that maybe you are trying to make me feel better because you’re so nice to me.”
“I told you, I'm not a nice guy,” he growled, dipping his head down and sucking on my neck until I was arching up against his mouth.
He lifted his head and looked down at me. I felt a warm hand on my stomach and then it was sliding up beneath my tank top. I gasped when his huge hand gently teased my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I had never felt sensations like that. I felt strange sparks shoot down my body.
He watched my face as he slowly pushed my tank top up so that both my breasts were exposed. I couldn’t believe I was lying in Jackson’s bed and he was touching me. Kissing me. With my chest exposed.
I cried out with shock when his mouth latched onto my breast. He sucked me hard while his other hand moved to my other breast.
“Jackson,” I gasped, arching up against his mouth. What was happening? Crazy feelings were flooding my entire body.
“Tell me to stop,” he moved his mouth to my other breast. I bit my lip and tossed my head as he sucked and played with my nipple in his mouth. I had never felt anything like that before in my life. I never wanted it to end.
He lifted his head and looked down at me. “I just want one taste, and then I promise I'll stop.”
“What?” I struggled to keep up with what was happening. One of his hands tugged my panties down over my hips and pulled them away from my body. I raised my head, dizzy with desire, as I saw him drop to the end of the bed, his face between my legs. It took a moment for me to process what he was about to do.
“No,” I gasped, terrified of him tasting me. Terrified of his face so close to my most private place. I tried to close my legs as two huge hands wrapped around my thighs, and then I was being yanked down the bed, so his mouth was right above me.
He looked up at me.
“Please,” he asked, as his firm grip slowly pushed my legs apart, so I was open and exposed to him.
“I’m scared,” I whispered to him.
“Let me do this please,” his voice was low. “If you don’t like it, I'll stop.”
I wanted so bad to please him and was terrified that I would not. “Okay.”
I felt his mouth descend on me. His mouth was warm and wet. Pure sensation overwhelmed me as I felt his mouth begin to devour me.
“Oh God,” I said, as my hands gripped the sheets, as glorious sensations rushed through me. His mouth was torture, tormenting me to the point that I felt feverish, completely desperate and drugged. I could not get enough, yet I was drowning in feeling, my entire body was tightening towards something I didn’t understand.
He didn’t let up on his perfect torture. I jerked against the unrelenting speed and precision of his tongue. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I heard begging and realized it was me, saying please over and over again. His tongue was wicked. Coaxing, demanding, licking, tormenting me to the point of madness. My legs were spread wide of my own volition, and then my fingers were yanking on his hair holding his mouth tighter against me. My hips bucked. I panted so desperately against the escalating pressure that was building inside of me. White light flashed across the back of my eyelids, and my whole body jolted as my orgasm slammed into me, causing my hips to arch off the bed, pushing myself hard against his mouth as I stiffened and then a long guttural moan ripped from me. Rolling magnificent sensations coursed through my body, leaving me lightheaded as I collapsed back on the bed, my arm flung over my face.
Chapter 33
I panted as I lay there. His mouth dropped slow kisses up my thigh.
“God that was a turn on,” his voice was thick. I looked down at him between my legs. His green eyes so dilated that they looked black. “I want to do that again.”
The whole bed spun slowly.
“What’s happening?” I gasped, still struggling to pull air into my lungs.
I heard him laugh. He moved up the bed and then lifted me. I found myself lying on top of Jackson’s chest. I lifted myself up with my arms so that I could look down at his face. Two large hands pushed into my hair. Green eyes smiled lazily up at me.
“Fuck, you are so pure and innocent.”
I blushed, feeling so vulnerable.
His smiled broadened. “I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you.”
I blinked at him, trying to read his words. I couldn’t believe that he actually couldn’t keep his hands off me. “You don’t mean that.”
He studied my face, amused. “Why don’t you think I mean that?”
I frowned. “Because you are you. And I'm me.”
He tilted his head, a beautiful smile played on his lips. He dropped his hands to my tank top and slowly tugged it over my head. “You don’t think I want you?”
My eyes slid shut, and I moaned as his hands slid down my chest and two sets of fingers rolled my nipples.
“Emily, all I want is you. I can’t get enough of you. Your taste, the sounds you make. God, the way you smell. You drive me fucking crazy. I lose my mind around you.”
My eyes opened onto his face. “What?”
He tugged on my hair, pulling my mouth down to his. He spoke against my mouth. “The things I want to do to you. I can barely control myself.”
And then he lifted his mouth to mine. My mouth opened to his as he slowly, gently explored my mouth with his. I moaned and planted my hands on either side of his head, as his tongue played with mine. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and I felt his teeth scrape the sensitive skin. His mouth traced along my jaw and he nipped at the sensitive lobe of my ear.
Hands roughly yanked at my bottom, pulled me up against the length of his body. I felt something hard and hot straining against his shorts. It pressed against my bare stomach.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you, Emily?” His breath was hot against my neck. “Do you know what I want to do to you? This is real. There is nothing fake about what I want.”
His words caused shivers down my spine. My heart pounded. I turned my head and buried my face against his neck. How I had come to be lying completely naked on top of Jackson was beyond me, but I didn’t want it to stop. His hips raised up, lifting me, and then he was pushing his shorts down. I snuggled back against him, and my eyes opened wide when I felt his hot naked member straining against the bare skin of my stomach. His fingers slid into my hair, and then he was devastating me again with another one of his kisses. I moaned as his experienced tongue explored my mouth, making the entire world spin again.
My head jerked up when I felt his fingers slide between my legs.
“Let me touch you,” he said. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
My eyes went wide as I felt a finger glide down the length of me. My hips gave an uncontrolled jerk upward. Something crazy was happening inside of me. I lifted my head, uncertain of the sensations that were assaulting me.
“You’re so soft,” he said, as his finger traced around the edge of my opening. My breath was coming out in harsh gasps. He held my gaze as he slowly pushed one finger inside of me. I opened my mouth and moaned as his finger languorously moved inside of me. My head arched back as sensations flooded over me. His touch created the most intense longing within me. His touch was impossible. Everything blended. My hips jerked, I moaned, and blood rushed to my head. Heat curled down my spine.
“Jackson,” I moaned.
And then he was yanking my legs so that I was kneeling on either side of him, while simultaneously pushing me up, so I was sitting astride him. Two strong hands pulled my hips forward. His huge member was hard and flat against his stomach. My apex was pressing down on the base of his huge erection. He tugged on my knees and slid me up against the length of him. I bit my lip as sensations flooded me.
His obvious arousal gave me courage. “Can I touch it?”
He grabbed my hand and guided it down. My hand curled around his girth. It was bigger and heavier than I imagined. It was hard, and yet the skin was so soft. It felt like satin. I bent over and carefully inspected it with my fingers. My eyes raised to his face. “It’s not like I expected.”
He sounded amused. “And what did you expect?”
I continued to explore with my fingertips. “I don’t know. It’s so much nicer.”
A smile touched his lips. Green eyes watched my face.
“Do you think it would fit?”
His hips pushed up against me, driving his length tighter between my legs. “It'll fit.”
“It just seems so big.”
He shut his eyes and gave a short laugh. “Trust me. It'll fit.”
I continued to draw my fingers up and down the length of him. “How do I do this?”
His eyes opened. He swallowed again. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. There was nothing more I wanted than to lose my virginity to this man. Future be damned. I knew that there was no future between us. I knew that he couldn’t promise me a relationship, but I trusted him. And I wanted my first time to be with him.
“Lift up your hips,” he instructed. I went up on my knees, and he grasped his length so that it was standing up straight. He was breathing harder as he guided it between my legs.
I gasped in shock as I felt the head of him butt up against my entrance. His fingers moved to slide over me. Teasing me. Another hand moved up to play with one of my breasts. My thighs trembled, my breath was jerking in and out. The feeling of his fingers playing with me was making me crazy. I could feel the silky warmth of him pressing up against me, creating the most incredible sensation.
“Jackson,” I whispered, suddenly so unsure of what to do.
His hands moved to my hips, and then he was pulling me slowly down onto him. I felt his hugeness slowly start to penetrate me. His eyes met mine, his face one of intense concentration.
“Oh Jesus,” I said in awe. It felt big and invasive, slowly stretching me around him.
“Emily?” his voice was a question.
I nodded.
He pulled me down a bit further, with excruciating slowness. I could feel him throbbing inside of me. And then he stopped. I hovered over him, my thighs trembling so hard. My whole body was starting to shake.
He lifted his body, so he was sitting up, while his hands still held me poised over him. His mouth pressed against mine. “Put your arms around my neck.”
My hands wrapped around his neck.
“This is going to hurt a bit,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Then he thrust up with his hips, driving the rest of himself into me.
I cried into his mouth, arching. My body was a complicated mess of throbbing, pulsing desire and sharp biting pain. He flipped me over onto my back, and he was still buried deep inside of me, pinning me to the bed.
“Fuck,” he said harshly, breathing hard against my neck. My legs trembled. My breath was coming out of me in little tiny gasps. The sheer size of him inside of me was a shock. I felt myself convulse around him. I whimpered as I jerked in an attempt to relieve the pressure of him filling me.
He pushed himself up, so he was looking down at me. “Are you okay?”
I stared up at the concern on his face. I took a deep yoga breath and forced myself to relax a bit, adjusting to the massive size of him within me.
“That’s it,” he watched me, his face a mask of concentration.
He shifted his hips slightly, and I felt him press deeper into me. It felt foreign, and the slight friction made my eyes go wide. It was like when his fingers were inside of me only about a thousand times more intense.
He was watching my face. He did it again. This time it felt so good, I bit my lip and moaned.
“You like that? You like it when I move inside of you?”
“Yeah,” I gasped. He was so huge and so powerfully male. It scared me and thrilled me at the same time.
My entire body shuddered as he lifted his hips and slowly pulled himself back out of me, creating the most intense sensations. His fingers grabbed my hair, and he pulled my head back, so my neck was arched. And then he was slowly thrusting back into me.
I groaned out loud as the most intense friction vibrated inside of me.
“You feel so fucking incredible,” his voice was low. His entire body was shaking with the eff
ort to control himself.
I moaned as he dipped his head and feasted on my hard nipple. A ripple coursed through my body and I felt myself clench around him. His other hand reached up and pinched my other nipple, tugging at it, causing me to cry out as sensations caused me to twitch around him.
“I want you so bad,” he breathed.
I felt the intensity grow as he pulled out and then slowly pushed himself back in. He was so huge. Stretching me. Sending the most insane ripples of pleasure up my spine.
“You intoxicate me. I'm obsessed with you,” he breathed as he slowly pushed himself higher into me.
“Jackson,” I gasped, as I felt him swell and surge bigger inside of me. I needed him to move. Faster, like his fingers, when they moved inside of me at such a breathtaking pace.
I dug my feet into the bed and pushed up my hips, causing him to sink even further into me. My fingers clawed down his back. Something dark and dangerous awakened in me. I needed more. I pushed my hips up and down in a frantic, uncoordinated jerk.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned and then he was moving. I cried out, feeling the strength of him as he thrust again and again up into me. I felt him grab my arms and pin them above my head. His face was above me, and his breath was harsh.
My greed was insatiable. I could not get enough. The ache in me built to a fevered pitch, and I was frantic with need. I could not get enough of him as he impaled me, plundered me, filled me and fucked me. My heart was racing. My vision was going white. I couldn’t catch my breath. I was bucking up against him, and my voice was crying out every time he thrust into me. I could feel my orgasm building so hard, so fast and then a thin scream ripped out of me, as my entire body convulsed and writhed. I felt myself clench around him like a vice grip and then he was driving me up the bed, with magnificent savage mad thrusts, and I was floating and arching and still crying out, and then he shouted and with a final devastating crush buried himself deep into me.
