“Alright. I think I’m ready.” She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “You’re probably going to feel this.”
“Feel it? Feel it how?”
Sabrina did not answer him. “Sorry, Ralph Lauren.”
The glow from her wings intensified and released in a sudden pulse of energy that burned the dress right off her body.
“Holy shit!” Jackson recoiled but did not look away.
“Did that hurt your eyes? I tried my best to—”
“I’m fine,” he interrupted. “You’re naked.”
“You’ve seen me naked before.”
“Not like this.”
“You want me to cover up?” Sabrina asked as she fluttered her wings around to the front.
“No.”
“Good.” She winked and returned her wings to her back. “Here’s where things gets interesting.”
“Okay…”
“See, I’ve never healed in front of someone before. I mean nothing more than a tiny boo-boo. To heal normally requires deep concentration. The processed solar energy stored in my body has to be emitted out of the pores that surround my wounds. Channeling this energy is similar to the practice of channeling chi. You know what chi is?”
“Yeah…”
“Great. So in this case,”—Sabrina crinkled her nose—“being banged up and hurt all over, I’ve got to emit a lot of energy. Like from nearly every freaking pore.”
“Amazing.”
“Oh that’s not all.” She waved her finger, which made her breasts jiggle in a way that divided Jackson’s attention and made her snicker. “With the outward release of energy comes the internal release of something called oxytocin—a powerful hormone that’s normally stimulated during sex and bonding.”
“Oxytocin?”
“On this level…” Sabrina said eagerly. “Oh, I imagine its gonna feel like popping ecstasy before an orgy.”
“Healing is going to make you feel like that?”
“I’ve never even come close. I mean once, after the beating I took at Kintner’s office…” Sabrina did not want to think about that now. “I’ve read all about it. It’s well-known information, learned through a series of trials and studies during the 1970s, that when a fairy reaches a toxic level of oxytocin, their pheromones will go into overdrive. The result is a massive release of dust. Twice or three times what is normally discharged during a molting cycle.”
“Seriously?”
Jackson had barely taken his eyes off her body since the outburst of energy from her wings disintegrated what had remained of her cocktail dress. Sabrina knew she didn’t need her pheromones to seduce him.
“Buddy, you’re in for the high of your life.”
Sabrina closed her eyes a moment and breathed deeply. She relaxed her body and tried to phase out the thoughts of Jackson watching her. When she felt nothing, not even a tingle across her skin, she knew she’d hit a mental block.
Breathe, Sabs. Breathe. Don’t think of anyone or anything else. Only you. Only your energy. Only your wants—your needs. Come on. That shouldn’t be hard for you. You know what you want.
Sabrina grunted with frustration. Nothing.
“Are you healing?”
“All that buildup and I fucking can’t do it,” she grumbled.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do it with you—”
“You’ve got stage fright,” Jackson declared. “I used to have that problem. Just close your eyes and concentrate. Do your times tables.”
Sabrina crossed her arms. “Do my times tables?”
“Multiplication tables. Five times five is twenty-five.”
“And that works?”
“Fixed my issue.”
Sabrina shook her head but was willing to give it a try. Once again, she closed her eyes and began to breathe rhythmically. She settled her mind and, as Jackson suggested, started her times tables. Two times two is four. Three times three is nine. Six times six is…
All of a sudden she felt her skin begin to tingle as the energy seeped out.
“I see it.” Jackson’s eyes opened wide and he leaned forward in his seat. “Like gasoline vapors, but purplish”—he looked at his arms before saying—“like a black light.”
Jackson flipped the switch that turned off the interior lights.
“I never thought of it like that,” Sabrina said, but mainly because she had never seen the radiation she emitted glow as bright. “It does look like a black light. Yuck, look at all the stains on the floor.”
Jackson laughed. “That wasn’t me. Probably all your blood.”
“And here I was starting to think someone other than me knew how to party in the back of a limo.”
“I’ve never—” Jackson began.
“Wait. Jackson. You’ve never been given a blowjob in the backseat of a limo while being driven around town?”
“Never.”
Sabrina stretched her arms. Her muscles had loosened up dramatically, and instead of feeling like tight rubber bands, they felt like freshly baked dough.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “Why not?”
“That’s something only musicians and movies stars—”
“And men who play sports professionally…” Sabrina added. “It’s not a stretch. You could have.”
“Could have…”
“Still can.”
Jackson pointed at her stomach. “You’re healing…”
It may have been a poor method of distraction, but he was right; she was healing now. Sabrina watched the cuts on her stomach, even the largest one, seal up and vanish. Once gone, all that was left was some redness and a slight tickle.
“I’m healing faster than normal,” Sabrina stated. She could only imagine how shocked Jackson was; she assumed the look on his face only told part of the story. “Do you feel anything?”
He gazed down at his arm when she asked. He rolled his wrist over and over again and then smiled. “My wrist stopped aching.”
“It was hurting you?” she asked, sliding off her seat, to her knees in front of him.
“Sometimes late at night, it throbs,” he said. “But the throbbing is gone now.”
“And it feels good?”
“Yeah,” Jackson answered enthusiastically. “I feel good.”
She inched closer to him. “That’s great.”
“My back doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m not tired. I feel pretty darn good,” Jackson listed off. “And you’re doing this?”
“I’ve released so much energy that I guess it filled the whole back of the limo.”
Sabrina stopped about half way to him. Her wings suddenly burned, and she felt a pulse build uncontrollably. Just to be safe, she warned him. “Close your eyes.”
FZZ-ZAP!
“Holy shit, Sabrina. Even with the tinted windows, someone had to have seen that one.” He rubbed his eyes vigorously. “Gonna see spots for a few minutes, even with my eyes closed.”
“Just sit still and let me help you.”
Sabrina put her hands on his thighs, just below his waist. He tensed up at first but calmed when she shushed him.
“Can you open them?”
Jackson peeled one eye open and looked about. “Yeah.”
“What do you see?”
“You—you’re all healed.”
“And?”
“Naked. Still naked.”
“And?”
“The glow…” Jackson put his hands on her shoulders. “The purple glow is gone. It’d be dark in here if it wasn’t for your wings.”
Sabrina spread his legs apart and moved in closer, her stomach now pushed tight to his groin.
“My God, you smell incredible.”
She smiled. “Like what?”
“Like buttercups and honey suckle and some kind of white chocolate.”
“That sounds delicious.”
Sabrina was surprised he had not made a move. With her breasts practically lying in his lap, she was sure he knew her motives. But in case they weren
’t crystal clear…
“Let’s see what you got for me.” Sabrina unbuttoned Jackson’s pants and reached in to find his rigid erection promptly awaiting her. “This is nice.”
“Sabrina…”
She pulled it out from his pants and underwear. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to.”
“I want to. I do,” he answered promptly as his hand brushed the loose hair out of her eyes. “I want you, Sabrina. I want all of you.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine.
“I want you too,” Sabrina said, eyes on the tip of his cock as she aimed it to her lips. “No regrets. No holding back. I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
“Because there might not be?” Jackson guessed.
“For some of us at least,” she whispered.
She felt Jackson’s body tense up. Was it what she said or that her lips had brushed against his tip? She didn’t care. Her heart raced and her body tingled from head to toe. The hormones released into her system made her feel like she had to fulfill her desires now or she might die.
Slowly, she lowered her head and took Jackson’s cock all the way to her throat. She heard him moan and felt him squirm. Sabrina had not met a man who did not like that. The thought both pleased and disappointed her. She had had many lovers, but this was different. She wanted him as much as she knew he wanted her, and that ignited every molecule in her body.
“That feels incredible, Sabrina.”
Sabrina worked his shaft with her hand as she sucked the end. She had drooled down his lap, and when she wiped her hand across his lower stomach, she realized just how muscled it was.
“You’re rock hard.”
“You are driving me crazy.”
“No, I mean your stomach. I had no idea.”
“Yeah.” Jackson nodded. “If you like that…”
When Jackson removed his shirt, Sabrina was stunned. She knew Jackson was strong but had no idea he would be so packed with muscle. His chest made Cade’s look like that of a teenage boy.
“I’m so freaking wet right now.”
Jackson laughed.
“No really.” Sabrina sat up, took his hand, and guided it down between her legs. “Feel.”
It was like the touch of her pussy jolted Jackson to action. The moment his fingers ran against her, he wrapped his arm around her and lifted her up and onto his lap.
“Get those pants off,” Sabrina said. “I want nothing restricting you.”
Jackson kicked off his sneakers. One launched all the way across the limo to the back window, the other struck the ceiling and fell directly behind her. Together they tugged his pants down. Now that he was naked, Sabrina could feel the entirety of his body heat and it caused her to melt down on to him.
“I don’t even know the last time I had sex with someone as hot as you,” Sabrina said as she brushed her cheek over Jackson’s chest.
“No girl has ever said that to me before.”
“I meant as warm as you.”
“So now I’m not hot?”
“Is that all that matters to you?” she teased with a quick kiss. “Well, you make me come, Stonewall, and I’ll tweet out to all my followers that you are the hottest guy I’ve ever had sex with.”
“Just once? I’m gonna make you come five—ten times,” Jackson boasted. “See, I’m the kinda of lover who doesn’t quit until my partner is exhausted.”
“Sounds like a challenge.”
“Sounds like we should have fucked a long time ago.”
Sabrina leaned away as Jackson leaned in toward her breasts—she knew he was dying to get his mouth on them. “Not like I didn’t offer.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not letting another opportunity pass me by.” He paused. “You know why?”
“Why?”
“’Cause it’s not every day you get to fuck a horny fairy.”
Sabrina was thrilled to hear him say that. He remembered exactly what I said to him in the bathroom of the gun store.
She leaned forward and pressed her breasts to Jackson’s face when she felt herself blush. Jackson responded with an audible exhale.
“You’ve been staring at my breasts—”
“Since the first time I saw your picture almost three years ago,” he said as he massaged them.
She giggled. “I’m glad you like them.”
“Love them.”
The way Jackson looked at her breasts was no different than how Cade had: like they—like she—was meant to be devoured.
Not tonight. Tonight, I devour.
Sabrina reached back, grabbed Jackson’s cock, and directed it right into her wetness.
“Oh my God, Sabrina. You’re soaking wet.”
She whispered over his lips. “I told you.”
Jackson gripped her waist tightly in his big hands. His thrusts were fast at first and the way he pulled her into him by her hips each time she pressed down made her shudder.
She moaned—not only for his sake, but because she actually liked it. He went deep inside her and at an angle that felt incredible, but she wanted him to go slower. As badly as she wanted to come, and knew she would quickly, she wanted to prolong the sensation, torture herself until she could not stand it any longer.
“Slower,” she whispered. “Okay?”
It took a few hard thrusts, which bounced her wildly up and down, but Jackson slowed. At this pace, he buried his face in her breasts and squeezed them tight.
“Grab my hips again.”
He moved his big hands down and latched them tight on the crests of her hips. “Like this?”
“G-good.” She breathed heavily. “Now let me do it, okay?”
“Okay.”
Sabrina dropped her weight into him as she took charge of the momentum.
“Push down,” she whispered in his ear. “Push down on my hips while I grind into you.”
Sabrina rocked her hips as Jackson pulled them down into him. Her body quaked. She could feel him deeper now—right where she wanted him.
“Fuck, Jackson!”
“You like that?”
Sabrina closed her eyes. Jackson’s thumbs dug deeper and deeper into her hips. She could feel herself getting closer to release.
“Are you going to come, Sabrina?”
Sabrina nodded.
“Lean back.”
She opened her eyes and took a quick peek behind her—not once slowing her pace—she continued to grind atop him; then she leaned back as Jackson suggested, one hand on the seat the other latched to the side of the bar.
“Yeah…” she said with an exhale. “Good.”
It had gotten hot in the back of the limo. Sabrina dripped with sweat. Jackson’s hands slipped over her skin. They glided up her stomach to her breasts, around her lower back to her ass, then back up. She knew he was enjoying her—every inch of her.
So close…
A tiny bead of sweet rolled over her collar bone and down between her breasts, to her stomach. Sabrina watched Jackson catch the droplet just as it reached her pelvis and guide it down into her pussy with his thumb. His gentle touch was all she needed and as he pressed his thumb into her, rubbing gently in a circular motion, she released.
Sabrina’s wings stretched out and fluttered slightly as she fell backward; her body weakened by the fullness of the orgasm.
“You okay?”
Sabrina nodded, stood up, and turned around. “Legs apart,” she told him.
She staggered a bit. Her first orgasm had been more powerful than she had imagined and left her legs feeling weak. But she did not want Jackson to know that.
“You looked like you nearly fainted. Good thing your wings caught you.”
“I’m fine,” she said as she sat back down on Jackson’s cock and moaned.
“Dim your wings—”
“I can pull them back in if they’re in the way.”
“No, leave them out.”
The moment she took him all the way into her, he moved his legs, wrapp
ed his arms around her, and pulled her back, so she was reclining into him.
Her wings were pinned to his chest. The sensation was enough to make her release again, and when Jackson reached down between her legs with both his hands, she nearly screamed with pleasure.
Sabrina grit and gnashed her teeth through her second and third orgasm. She wondered if Jackson really even knew how good he made her feel until he went back to gliding his fingers against her folds.
He knows exactly how to make me come.
Sabrina’s body went numb briefly. She turned her head towards his and came eye to eye with him.
“You’re killing me, Stonewall.”
“Better me than…”
He stopped himself before he finished the statement. Sabrina could tell he had regretted it.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “Right now, there’s only you and me.”
Sabrina sat up she went back to fucking him at the pace he’d started. She bounced up and down on him while going from leaning forward to leaning back. His hands continued to work her body, her feet the only thing he had not longingly caressed. Hands up she pressed her palms to the ceiling. She accidentally found one of the buttons that operated the moon roof, so she pressed it until the thing was wide open.
The fresh air was welcome. Sabrina stood up and poked her head out to take a deep breath. She half expected to have an audience—the way she had been moaning so loud—but there was none.
Jackson stood up too, but only long enough to turn her around and bend her over onto the backseat. He wasted no time putting himself back inside her.
“So fucking wet,” he said with amazement.
“Just for you.”
“No one else?”
Sabrina shook her head. “No one else.”
“Good.”
“Jackson…you should know…” Sabrina’s words were stolen by the pleasure. “Damn! Fuck that’s deep.”
“You feel so damn good.”
“Better than Moselle?” Sabrina could not believe she’d asked him. Now she had done it and felt just as bad as she imagined he did. “I’m sorry. Jackson, don’t worry, I won’t tell her about this.”
Jackson went harder, deeper. I’ve made him mad. My God, he fucks so good when he’s angry.
“I’m done with her.”
Sabrina was unsure what that meant. A large part of her didn’t care. I’ll likely be dead before morning. Jackson can do whatever he wants tomorrow. Tonight, he’s all mine.
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