by Ivy Carter
It turns out that what’s next is a place somehow smaller than the pizza joint. It’s a tiny club that is dark and crammed by the time we arrive. There’s a jazz band blowing it up on stage, and although I’m not a huge fan, the energy is pretty cool.
Emily says something as I hand her the drink I just got at the bar.
“What?” I say.
“I said,” she says, her voice almost a yell in the noisy club, “they play different kinds of music on the weekends. Sometimes funk, blues, even country. I wasn’t sure what kind…”
“This is perfect,” I say back.
I find a space along the wall that I lean back against and hold Emily in front of me. After another drink I’ve got her pressed up against the wall and am doing everything in my power to not get arrested for lewd conduct in public while still feeling every inch of her. By the time I suggest we head out, my lips are bruised and Emily has destroyed my hair.
“Can we go to my place?” she asks as step outside.
“But there are still rooms at my house you haven’t found yet,” I say. “We can go exploring.”
“We always go to your place,” she says. “You haven’t seen inside mine yet. Come on, Jackson. Come see where I live.”
I do want to know everything about Emily that I can possibly learn, even if I’m not thrilled about spending the night in a studio apartment in Allston. But for Emily, I’d spend the night at the bus station.
Emily
I’m nervous for him to see my place. It’s nothing to be ashamed of—I’m one person, I don’t need a lot of space. And the neighborhood is good, mostly BU students. Jackson is so used to opulence and grandeur, so I’m not sure how he’ll react, but he is going to meet my family tomorrow so he should see where I live.
I guide him around to the back of the house where the entrance is. As I put the key in the lock, he nuzzles my neck, his hands around my waist. How is it that I can never satiate my appetite with him?
“Here we are,” I say, opening the door and turning on the lights. I have a small kitchen to the left, and straight ahead is my living room/bedroom combo, a couch and TV on the right and my bed on the left.
Jackson looks around, sticks his head in the kitchen, looks at the desk by the door where I do my work and sometimes each meals.
“It’s…charming,” he says.
“It’s small, I know,” I say, because that’s what he means.
“Don’t you go stir crazy in here?”
“I try not to spend long stretches of time here,” I say. “I go out to study a lot.” The way his eyes drift over everything, I’m starting to feel self-conscious about my place. “We can go to your place if you’d rather.”
He looks at me. “No. I want to stay. I want to be here with you.” Which melts my heart a little. “Are these your siblings?” he asks, pointing to a photo hanging crooked on my wall. Jackson levels it.
“Yeah,” I say, stepping closer. “That was a few years ago. Before Dax went to school the three of us decided to go to Six Flags. Sometimes hanging out with them is more fun than hanging out with my closest friends. We laughed so much that day.”
“Looks like a good day,” he says. “And these are your parents?”
“Yep,” I say at the other photo he points to.
I can’t tell if he’s being polite or if he’s nervous being here, out of his element. He doesn’t need to be. I’ve relaxed, and now the heat from earlier is seeping back into my body. Truthfully, having him here—on my home turf, so to speak—and seeing how it discombobulates the great Jackson Croft is kind of a turn on. It makes me feel powerful.
“Did they grow up around here?”
“I don’t want to talk about my parents right now.” He looks up from the photo, confused.
I walk over to the back of the couch. I lean forward on it so that my ass is sticking right toward Jackson. I hike up my skirt and say, “Could you help me get these off?”
Jackson is on me in two strides. He falls to his knees and pushes my skirt up over my hips until only my pink lacey panties are showing. I watch over my shoulder as Jackson slowly slides them down.
“Spread your legs,” he says, and I spread my legs nice and wide for him. He pops my ass with his palm, startling me. He sits up a little more on his knees, takes my ass, and spreads my cheeks. His tongue covers my wet slit in one long stroke that starts at my clit. He licks me again, getting me even wetter as little bolts of lightening shoot through my stomach. I stick my ass back further for him and he smacks it again before burying his face back into my pussy, his tongue a magician on my cunt. He swirls around my swollen clit then licks the hole of my cunt, darting in and out of me. Jackson moans as he feasts on me, voicing how much he loves the taste of me, which only makes me hotter, wetter.
I can’t reach back for his head, but when I push back on him again his moans make me pant until I feel like I’m losing my breath. Suddenly his fingers are inside me, his mouth gone but on my ass, kissing me still as he pumps me with two fingers, pulling out to circle my nub before dashing back up inside up, all the way to his knuckles I’m sure, giving me so much pleasure I’m not sure my senses can take it.
I’m not sure if he does or I do but suddenly I’m turned around and standing up, back to the couch, Jackson still on his knees before me. His fingers never left me; he’s still slipping them in and out of the wettest pussy that ever existed. I hold my skirt out of the way as I watch him staring at his fingers pumping me with fascination. I use my other hand to grab a fistful of his hair and tug him closer. I need more, I need all of it. My cunt is throbbing, and he fucks it with his fingers as his mouth covers my clit again, flicking his tongue over it, lapping at it. I can hardly stand, leaning back on the couch for support as my hand stays buried in his thick hair. God, watching him from above, his face digging into my crotch, is too fucking sexy. He works his fingers in me, pushing higher, pumping harder, and I feel the walls of my sex tightening, sparks of light flashing as I squeeze my eyes, and come all over Jackson’s mouth and hand.
“You can’t keep doing that,” I say when I finally catch my breath. “You can’t keep giving me all the pleasure. It’s not fair.”
“It’s more than fair,” he says, his hands roaming my thighs and hips under my skirt. “As long as you’re enjoying it, I’m more than enjoying it.”
I look down at him. “But what about you?”
“I’m fine.”
“Yes, you are,” I say, combing his hair back into place. “But you need more. I want to give it to you.”
“All I need is you, Emily.”
I believe him when he says that. What he doesn’t realize is that it only makes me hotter for him.
“You’re in my house now,” I say. “You have to play by my rules.”
A smile twitches on his lips. He may think he’s satisfied, but he needs more.
I lead him over to my bed and sit him down on the edge. It’s my turn to strip him down, let him be naked before me. I can still feel the wetness of his tongue between my legs, and I want to do my best to give him some of the same pleasure he gives me every single time I see him. I sit down on my knees before him and begin by taking off his shoes and socks.
I’m nervous. I don’t know if I’m any good at this, and knowing Jackson has been with many women before me doesn’t help matters.
Still, I want him. I want to take him. I want to go further with him than I have any other man. Admittedly, that doesn’t take much for me, but there’s no one I’d rather be with than Jackson Croft.
I start with his shirt—even though I can see his impressive bulge through his black pants. I bite my lip to keep from going straight there as I pull the soft fabric of his shirt up and over his head, mussing his hair as I do. His chest is a work of hard planes and deep valleys showing the ripples of his abs. I trace my fingers tenderly over his skin and the light hair that covers his chest. I run my hand over his heart and pause to feel its beating. It’s a quickened pace that tells
me whatever I’m doing is right. So I go for his belt buckle and watch as his chest rises and his stomach pulls in. He’s eager.
I unzip his pants and tug them down as he adjusts to help. I leave his boxer briefs on, partly to tease him but also to take it slow for me as I build up to it. I kiss his taut stomach, feeling his warm skin on my lips. I scoot further between his legs and when I lean in again to kiss his chest, my breasts push up against his dick, which is long and rigid and pushing to get out. I press down a little to feel him more, running my hands over his strong arms, lingering over the carve of his triceps. He catches my face in his hands and kisses me, his tongue pushing past my lips like he’s searching for air. I lean into him more, onto him more, wanting him more. I move my hands down to his waist and slip my fingers under the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.
He eagerly lifts his hips so that I can drag them off his body, and I watch as his impressive cock bobs up after being released. Jackson takes it in his hand and gives it a slow pull. He angles it toward me slightly and I lean forward and lick the top of his dick, tasting the wetness that is already there. He keeps pulling on himself, and although it’s hot as hell I want to do all the pleasing. So I nudge him away, and take him in my hand.
The skin is so soft and pliable against his big rigid member. I stroke him softly at first, to get him a little more excited and to give me a moment of my own pleasure as I feel him in my hand and watch his eyes get that dark, lustful look. I increase the tempo and lean in to kiss his chest, letting my tongue drag across his hard stomach as he sucks in another breath.
When I’ve teased him enough I pull my hair to one side and lick the top of his dick. I stretch my jaw wide and wrap my lips around the top. With my tongue flat against him, I slid him into my mouth as far as I can take him. Jackson let out a moan.
“Emily…”
I’m careful to keep my teeth out of the way, but other than that I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I know I love the feel of his dick in my mouth. I let my tongue drag up the pronounced vein, licking around the tip before taking the whole cock in my mouth again. I use my hand for more leverage and more pumping. Jackson’s hands dig into my hair—something I love to do to him when he’s driving me insane with want, so I know I’m doing something right. I keep up the pace, taking his dick deeper and further into my mouth, nudging down my throat. Having him in a new place inside me, tasting his skin, smelling the soft scents of his body, makes me wetter than ever. I can’t wait for him to come. I can’t wait for him to fuck me.
I pick up the pace on his cock, unable to control myself. I sucked him and jerked him until his moans tell me he’s close. I keep up the pace, pushing his dick deeper into my throat. The more I work him, the more relaxed I become—the hotter I become—and my body relaxes in response. I could never take him fully in my mouth—at least, I don’t think I could—but damn if I don’t try my best to wet his dick with my mouth and tongue.
“Emily,” he pants, his hand guiding my head faster and deeper onto him. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
When he does, I feel his hot juices explode in my mouth and down my throat. I groan over him, the warm sensation so sweet and sexy as I drink all of him down.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants, his head hanging low as he catches his breath. The sight of him so worked over makes me feel unbelievably sexy. I crawl up on the bed and wrap my body around his, gently kissing his neck and shoulder. I run my hands over his solid arms, amazed that I get to touch them, that they hold me.
I get us a couple of waters, which we both gulp down, and then we snuggle down in my bed—not so big or so soft as his but just as warm and comforting. I rest my head on Jackson’s chest, basically feeling deliriously happy to be up against his (naked) body. I let my fingers dance lazily across his skin, feeling his hard lines and muscles as his eyes drift closed.
A little while later I wake up, still in our same positions. I press my body, still wearing that night’s outfit, sans underwear, up against Jackson’s body. I begin kissing his neck, running my tongue softly over the skin. I breathe into his ear as I take his lobe between my teeth, pulling gently. He shifts slightly, and I let my hand drift down his body, right to that (perfectly trimmed) patch of coarse hair. He moves his hips in response, and I drape my leg over his, getting closer. The more I kiss him the more his breathing picks up. I feel his dick nudge my leg, responding on its own to my touch. I take him in my hand and slowly begin pulling, feeling him harden in my hand.
I slid over on top of Jackson, burying my face in his warm neck as I rub my crotch up against his dick. He’s half asleep, half awake, and something about taking over his body in that state is so hot to me, like maybe he’s dreaming this is happening and he’ll wake up to see it really is. I’m so wet that I easily glide up and down on him, feeling him push open my slick walls. I press into him on the grind down, pushing on my clit, already swollen with need. I know I'm going to take him but I wait a little longer, letting him stay in that dreamlike state.
I reach under my skirt, between my legs, and take his rock-hard cock in my hand. Jackson’s breath stops. I guide that dick to my hole and slowly lower him into me. Jackson lets out a moan, his eyes opening momentarily. He grabs hold of my waist as if he needs to stay grounded.
He’s so fucking thick and long that I pause for a moment, letting my pussy get used to sudden deepening and stretch. I move up on him, then fall gently back down, grinding my hips into his to really push into me further. I spread my legs wider and rest my hands on his hips. There’s a slight pain far inside me from taking so much of him at once but I’m determined to work through it. I lift myself off him only the slightest bit, and then I begin slowly rocking back and forth. Jackson moans my name, his hands squeezing my hips. I pick up the pace, loosening myself up and suddenly wanting him deeper. I’m fully on him, his dick as far up inside me as it’ll go and it’s heaven. Jackson’s body inside mine, filling me up, it’s like it’s all I need in the world. I can’t believe how much I need this man, and even more amazing is that he seems to need me as well. I look down at him, such a beautiful specimen, his body so perfect. I can’t imagine—I don’t want to imagine—a time in the future in which we’re not together. How would I breathe without him? The need for him has become so great it’s as if we couldn’t possibly function without each other.
Jackson suddenly has his hand around me and flips me on my back in one quick motion, startling and delighting me. Yeah, he’s definitely awake now.
“Come here,” he says. He takes my hand and pulls me up into as much of a sitting position as I can with his dick still inside me. “Get this off.” We clamor to get my top off and he wastes no time in removing my bra. His mouth is on my tits immediately, kissing and sucking at my nipples, kneading me not so gently with his hand. I’m trying to figure out how to arch my back toward him so he can take more of my breasts while also pushing my pelvis further into him.
He pulls back from my chest, his hands working furiously around my skirt, trying to find the zipper. It’s been twisted around my body so many times I’m not even sure where it’s ended up.
“Where the fuck is this thing,” he says. I giggle as we both feel around the fabric until he finds it. I want to cry when he pulls his dick out of me to rip down the skirt, which he tosses to the side. I push my knees wide, waiting for him to take me back, but he pauses. He looks down at my body, his eyes scanning me as if he’s memorizing every curve and every line. “This body,” he says, his eyes drinking me in, “is stunning. I love this body.”
Damn if it doesn’t make me want to come right then. Instead I let out a whimper, scooting down closer to him, needing him back inside my pussy that is absolutely throbbing. I can feel how swollen my cunt lips are. I reach down to give myself some relief as he takes me in with his eyes. When I start to circle my clit with my finger, Jackson’s mouth falls open. He licks his lips, watching.
My thighs are tingling with anticipation as my finger gets soake
d in my own wetness.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” Jackson says, watching me with fascination.
“Take me,” I say, pushing my hips up toward him. “Please, Jackson. Take me.”
In a flash he’s got his dick in his hand and is shoving himself into me, making me gasp with delight. My eyes flutter shut as he moves into me in slow, hard punches. My tits jiggle with each thrust, and he reaches out and holds and rubs me, his thumb crossing my nipple as he slams into me again. I reach back and put my hand on the wall, bracing myself from the hard slow pump from Jackson’s powerful cock. Jackson moves his hands to my hips, holding me in place so he can use all the power he wants, and I take it, pushing my legs still further apart. His thumb finds my clit, and with increased speed he picks up where I left off. With my hands on the wall, his cock slamming into my cunt and his thumb working my clit I'm going absolutely mad. He picks up speed with his dick, going faster and impossibly harder. I don’t even try to hide my screams. It’s all too much, too good, my skin too hot as my pussy gets fucks so hard. I’m crying out as the world explodes behind my eyes, my entire body turns to spasms as I buck and scream out, sweat rolling across my entire body.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I say, and Jackson laughs.
“You are the sexiest beast I have ever seen,” he says. He slides out of me, and I feel his absence immediately. I let out a little groan at the loss. “How am I going to not think about this tomorrow while I’m sitting at the table with your family?”
I smile. “That gives me a good idea. I should totally tease you under the table.”
“Don’t you dare,” he says.
He holds me to his chest and kisses my head. My mind is spinning with the amazing things we just did, and even a little excitement for tomorrow. It’ll be the first time I’ve ever introduced a guy to my family. Well, it’s the first time I’ve had a guy to introduce, but it’s a big deal. I know they’ll love him. Jackson Croft may be a killer in the boardroom—and the bedroom—but I know that in real life, he is sweet and smart and caring. And he really likes me. (Oh, and he loves my body. Just sayin’.)
