by London Casey
I looked down to watch him work and instead caught the sight of my left breast. My skin wet and slippery from his mouth. My nipple harder than I had ever seen it before. Delicate and raw…
His mouth made the same motion to my other breast and I began to melt for real.
Jackson touched my lower belly and I gasped.
His fingertips flirted with the top of my panties, but only for a few seconds. Running his fingertips left to right, twice, then down into my panties.
My smooth skin welcomed his touch.
He kept going, curling his fingers with the natural curve of my body.
When he pressed against my soft center, I uncurled my toes and jumped up on them.
Jackson pulled away from my breast and kissed up my chest to my ear.
“This is how it goes, sweetie,” he whispered. “You’re going to come right now. I want to feel you soak my fingers. Then I’m going to fuck you. Got it?”
He growled when he spoke.
I succumbed way too quick, but whatever.
“Yes,” I purred.
“Good,” he said.
He hooked his middle finger to my clit and my eyes began to roll back into my head. He didn’t need a map, two sodas, snacks, and a prayer to find my clit like other men. And when he touched, he didn’t attack it like a hungry bear defending its cave.
He was gentle, yet rough… which was possible if you knew what to do with your fingers.
Grazing left to right, making my hips dance like I was a hula dancer.
My knees gave out for a second but I kept myself from falling like a fool in front of him.
Jackson kissed my neck, going from one side to the other.
He added another finger to the fun, leaving my clit swollen, calling out the signal to the rest of my body.
Come! Come! Come! Come!
I felt the chant raging from within my core up to my heart.
My heart slammed faster by the second.
Jackson moved his mouth to my other ear.
“It’s time, wife,” he said. “I’m not here to finger fuck you all night. Let go right now.”
I gritted my teeth.
I wasn’t here to take orders from him.
What the fuck, Callie? You own this guy’s ass…
I threw my shoulder at Jackson to get him away.
He looked at me.
His fingers still moving, faster by the second.
“Don’t tell me when to come, asshole,” I said, half breathless. “Just make me come. Right now.”
I grabbed his face and squished his lips together into an ugly looking fish face. Even though it was kind of impossible for Jackson to ever look ugly.
He curled his lips and his eyes suddenly turned into the devil.
His fingers began some kind of movement I never felt before. Somehow moving in every direction all at once. He was… ohmygod… he was a living, breathing sex toy.
It took three seconds before I shut my eyes, leaned forward and bit at his neck as I let go.
The rush of pleasure exploded and I felt the warm gush escape me that made me blush. The faster he moved, the wetter I got… and the noisier it became.
My hips bounced like I was in a car on a bouncy road.
I jumped to my toes again and the way I was rocking I realized I was riding his fingers. He had stopped moving… it was just me now… I was using his fingers to keep myself coming.
I let my grip go on his face and pushed away from him.
I stepped back, my legs hit the bed and I fell down to it.
My bra under my breasts.
My panties half off.
Jackson standing over me, his cock visibly hard, pushing against the inside of his pants.
My body tingled everywhere.
But I wasn’t done yet.
He unsnapped my bra with one hand while he tore at my panties with the other.
I wasn’t in the mood to have my panties literally ripped into pieces. At least not these ones. These were comfy.
I slapped my knees together and chased him away.
I kicked back on my bed and took them off myself.
Jackson stepped to the bed and I pointed. “Off.”
“Yeah?”
“All of it,” I said. “Now.”
Jackson used one hand to take his shirt off. The most douchiest asshole move ever… but it worked for him. Muscles revealed themselves by the second as the shirt lifted up. And my favorite part was the moment when the shirt covered his face but not his body.
I wanted Jackson like that.
Cover his face. Don’t let him talk.
And I could have the body…
The moment was gone a split second later when his shirt sailed through the air.
He grabbed the sides of his pants and pushed them down with ease.
His cock was finally free, finally fully visible.
My mouth slowly opened… jaw dropped.
Then my lips smacked together like I hadn’t had a sip of water in three days.
He was…
Perfect.
He moved onto the bed and my eyes refused to look away from his cock.
He was long and thick, root to tip made to be touched, tasted - made to be inside me.
I reached for him, my fingers rolling over his bulbous head, trying to grip just beyond the ridge.
Jackson hissed. “Don’t ruin my moment, sweetie.”
“Learn to be a man and hold it,” I said.
My hand traveled down his mile-long length of shaft to his thick and heavy root.
I pulled, wanting to command him to me, but he was just…
Fuck.
Jackson grabbed my wrist and peeled my hand away.
“You can jerk me off some other time,” he said. “We’re both here for one thing.”
I sighed with relief.
A man who knew how to undress me, kiss me, touch me, and talk to me.
Even if it was the man I hated most in life. The man I was faking a marriage with for a bonus. He was my frenemy… I wanted to watch him suffer as I overtook the company he was probably promised to run someday.
That same man was now touching my inner thigh, opening my legs.
I looked down and saw my wet folds peeling open like a flower in the morning sunlight.
Jackson ran his fingertips - all five - of his right hand over my pussy.
Then he touched his cock, stroking the full tip over and over.
I looked up and he stared down at me.
“Are we good like this, sweetie?” he asked.
I nodded.
We were good.
More than good.
I hated myself for the way I was thinking but a cock like Jackson’s… it was meant to feel… real. Nothing between me and him.
He inched forward and took his hand from his cock and put it to the bed.
His other hand grabbed my right breast and squeezed it tight.
When he moved forward, he rocked his hips, using the tip of his cock to draw a picture between my legs.
I thought about reaching down and guiding him in, but then he smirked.
He knew what he was doing to me.
Teasing me.
Making me think about every other man I had been with.
The guys who fumbled and were nervous and couldn’t do half of what Jackson had already done.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“I know, Callie,” he said.
He lowered his mouth down to mine.
The tips of our tongues met and he thrust forward.
There was no welcoming of his cock.
He offered one hard thrust to take himself to the hilt.
The sudden shock and rush of pressure did something I wasn’t expecting.
He made me come again.
We were together.
He was fucking me.
I was fucking him back.
My nails dug up and down his back, scratching him, letting him know that I still hated h
im even if the sex was unbelievably good.
A good part of me hated that I had been married to Jackson for as long as I had been without taking advantage of this benefit.
It was that good.
I lost track of orgasms.
That neon pink flashing light above my head that read ORGASM? That shattered during the last one.
My back arched and the top of my head tapped against the headboard of my bed.
Jackson’s tongue slithered down my chest back to my breasts for one more helping.
His hands gripped the sides of my body at my ribs.
He pulled me toward him and he thrust forward, making sure there was nothing missed.
Believe me, there wasn’t.
My hands went limp and fell to the bed.
I felt my breasts dancing on my chest.
And I knew he was staring at me.
I didn’t care.
I was vulnerable and exposed… but I was high as a kite from the orgasms and I knew I looked good. I knew my breasts were full and to his liking. I knew between my legs I was warm, tight, and had been squeezing at him, tempting him into finishing. More than once, Jackson had to quickly stop and distract himself for a second.
I loved it.
Jackson kissed down my stomach as far as he could go by bending his back and still kept fucking me.
I had to say… between his length and movement, that was damn impressive.
He retreated up my body again, gently rubbing his bottom lip and nothing else, sending a tingling feeling throughout me.
He kept going until he found my mouth again.
But we didn’t kiss.
We just looked at each other.
Our lips only touched by the way he moved and fucked.
“I’m ready,” he whispered.
“I don’t need a warning,” I said.
“I’m not coming inside you, sweetie.”
“What?”
Jackson grabbed my right hand and pulled himself back and out of my body.
I gasped for a breath at the sudden emptiness he left me with.
My core throbbed for more.
He put my right hand to his cock.
He was soaked from me…
I stroked him once and he groaned as he started to come.
I felt the first hot spurt shoot up under my chest.
I gasped again as he kept coming.
The harder I pumped, the more he kept coming.
Leaving a milky trail of evidence down my stomach.
When he was done, he pushed my wrist and hand away.
I lowered my hand, palm up, to the bed.
I looked at it.
My hand was covered in his…
Jackson lowered his cock down to my pussy again and gently pressed forward.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I groaned.
He entered me with just a few of his many inches.
Leaving my body with a taste of him.
He gently thrust a few times and then moved away for good.
Without a word, he moved off the bed and left the room, only to return with a towel. He threw it at me with a smile on his face.
“You can go now,” I said as I wiped the evidence off my stomach and my hand.
Jackson walked to the bedroom door and shut it.
He didn’t leave.
“I’m not going anywhere tonight, Callie,” he said.
I pulled the covers up over my chest. “Excuse me?”
Jackson moved back on the bed and got under the covers with me.
“I’m sleeping with my wife tonight,” he said.
“You just did,” I said.
“No. That was fucking.”
“Jackson…”
He put his left arm around me and pulled me against him.
My body tensed up.
I sucked in a breath and was instantly turned right back on again.
I sighed.
“Just say the word and I’ll leave,” he said.
I had only one word to say to him.
“Goodnight.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Jackson
My eyes slowly opened before Callie’s did.
She was facing me, the two of us tucked under the same covers.
I took a slow breath, my mind unable to control itself from replaying what happened the night before. And it wasn’t just the sex. I kept thinking about her crying. Goddamn my heart wanted to know why she had been crying.
In a greedy way I wanted to know if it was because of me.
If the marriage thing was too much for her.
That unfolded into something even greedier.
Can’t handle the marriage? Then call it quits. I’ll get fucked on the bonus, but in exchange, you’ll quit.
My heart didn’t know what to make of that.
Callie let out a purring sigh as she continued to sleep.
This was becoming a bit of a mess.
Staring at her only made things worse.
I came up with a plan…
I touched her cheek and stroked it gently so it would tickle her face.
Callie groaned and rolled to her back.
I propped myself up on my elbow and was half tempted to pull the sheet down to get another peek at her tits.
Her body was just… ah.
It was going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
Callie set the standard and I wasn’t sure it could ever be met.
That was not a good thing for me at all.
I appreciated all women as their own.
Tall, short, skinny, curvy, big tits, barely a palm full, to me they were all beautiful in their own way. And that wasn’t just me looking for a quickie from someone.
Callie was on a different level.
I reached for her cheek again and tickled her one more time.
She made the same sound and rolled to her right side.
The covers lifted up and I looked down at her.
I exhaled a breath.
Her back was smooth… the curve of her ass was tempting…
I gritted my teeth and reached forward.
My fingertips grazed her perfect ass.
And that was it.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
My cock throbbed, slowly filling up like a Christmas inflatable.
My hand touched Callie’s hip and I knew I didn’t have time to fuck around. This was either going to be orgasmic or violent. She was either going to melt to my touch or donkey kick me out of the bed. No in between.
And in the spirit of adventure…
There was only one way to find out.
My fingertips peeled back the hood of her clit.
She sucked in a breath and turned her head.
I was right there, staring at her.
“Shhh,” I said.
She licked her lips and lifted her head.
I lowered my mouth to hers and we kissed.
We picked right up where last night left off.
I rubbed her clit like a million dollar winner scratches off a lottery ticket. Her ass wiggled and danced against my aching cock, leaving me ready to lose my load right on her cheeks.
Which wasn’t the worst idea ever…
Callie reached back and grabbed me.
Her fingers trying to wrap tight around my hard shaft made me suck in a breath.
I moved my fingers faster, needing her to come.
We kissed harder and faster.
Then she gave me the tug.
Not the jerking off tug where she wanted me to come.
This was the other kind of tug.
The fill me up kind of tug.
I moved my left leg around her body and pulled her against me.
She released her hand and moved to her belly, grabbing for the sheets.
I eased over her body, my dick buried between her legs, feeling her heart racing against my hard skin.
My left hand grabbed the edge of the bed.
We didn’t have much room to
work with but I wasn’t going to stop and move her to the middle of the bed. The moment was too fucking hot to let it slip by.
With my right hand, I opened her legs.
I touched under my heavy thickness and pressed against her tight slit.
Callie hissed and buried her face into the pillow.
Her body began to quiver to my touch.
I moved forward and her pussy sheathed me with the kind of wet warmth that made staying in bed all day fucking seem like a really good idea.
My right hand grabbed her right ass cheek.
I held her tight, taking slow breaths as I eased deeper into her.
In this position… and with her legs trying to close… she was so damn tight.
My balls threw the white flag and were armed to finish right then and there.
I shut my eyes and told those fuckers if they turned me into a two-pump chump I was going to rip them off myself.
Just the thought of that eased the situation.
I lowered my body down to Callie’s.
My abs resting against her round ass.
My hands gripping the bed to keep balanced.
I bent my elbows and lowered down to kiss the middle of her back.
I lifted the lower half of my body back and thrust down with force.
Hard. Powerful.
And with each thrust, Callie groaned louder into her pillow.
Now that was the perfect way to start the morning.
I opened the apartment door carrying a brown paper bag.
Callie popped her head from the kitchen. “I thought you left.”
With a pussy like that, I could never leave you, sweetie.
“I went to get food for us,” I said. “Your fridge is mostly empty. Don’t you go shopping?”
“When I feel like it,” she said. “That a problem?”
“You’re like a college kid or something for fuck’s sake.”
“I see the charm has worn off, huh?” Callie asked with a grin.
“No. I’m still picturing you and I fucking each other. Your hair and face scream sex.”
“Funny,” she said. “It’s my apartment, I don’t have to impress anyone.”
“Of course you don’t,” I said.
I walked to the kitchen and found two pans.
One for the eggs. One for the bacon.
We both needed a good meal after last night and this morning.
It took a lot to wear me out but my goddamn legs were tingling from coming as hard as I did this morning.
