“Hey, you can tell me anything.” Jackson runs the backs of his fingers over my cheek and I look into his gray eyes, wishing he could just know what I’m trying to say without speaking a word.
“I’ve never done this before,” I finally manage to make my tongue confess.
“You’ve never…” Jackson seems to think about what I’m saying, like he’s not sure he can understand it. “Are you saying you’re a virgin?”
I nod as intense heat rushes over my cheeks and I avert my gaze.
“Ella, don’t be embarrassed.” He soothes me, leaning back up on his arms so there is a little distance between us. He looks down on me tenderly. “Do you want to stop?” He searches my face intently.
I bite my lip, already craving the heat that’s missing between us now that he’s pulled back from me. “No, not at all,” I admit. “I just wanted you to know. I’m not really sure what I’m doing.” My words are barely a whisper.
“Don’t worry about that. I know what I’m doing.” He smirks and I pull him back down to me. “I’ll make sure I go slow, okay?”
I nod, and Jackson quickly kisses my nipples again before dragging his tongue down over my belly. He flicks my belly button, making me squirm for a second, and then keeps going. His fingers quickly undo my jeans and I lift my hips, breathing in sharply with anticipation as he tugs them and my panties down, exposing my pussy. I kick off my pants and Jackson runs his thumb over my lips. My juices coat his flesh and he sucks it off.
“Mmmm, you taste amazing, Ella. I can’t wait to lick your sweet peach.” His voice is thick with desire.
Uneasiness washes over me as I worry about him kissing me down there. Will it feel good? Do I really taste good? I don’t have time to overthink it, though, because Jackson spreads my thighs wide and dives his tongue into my pussy, giving me a long, sensual lick. I wiggle, my belly full over nerves and anticipation.
“Relax. I’ll make sure you feel good.” He smiles up my body and I lie back. His fingers pinch into the meat of my legs and he buries his face down below. I suck the air in through my teeth as his tongue meets my clit, twirling over it gently at first and then flickering against it passionately. I grab the blanket in both of my hands and twist it up in my fingers as the sensation overwhelms me. It’s so intense. So intimate. I’ve never experienced anything like it. To have his mouth down there, his tongue thrashing against a part of me I’ve never let anyone else touch, it’s exhilarating.
Jackson moans and his mouth vibrates around my clit as he tugs it into his mouth slightly. His tongue laps and licks over my sensitive nub as the feeling inside me builds up like the first rumblings of a volcano warning the villagers of what’s to come. His fingers circle up around my hips, holding me tight in his grasp, and his lips vibrate against me as his tongue relentlessly flutters. Suddenly, my muscles tighten. My fingers twist into the fabric of his blanket and I throw my head back as the volcano explodes inside me, sending pure ecstasy through my entire body and my suppressed moans to escape my lips.
My hips shudder against him as he gives my pussy a quick kiss and pulls back. I’m sprawled out on his bed, with Jackson still fully clothed, under the bright light, and I couldn’t care less. All my inhibitions have been freed from my body, chased away by the powerful orgasm he just gave me.
Jackson gives my hip a little nibble, sending a tingling shock through me before joining me on his pillow. “How was that?” His mouth is quirked into a smug grin, like he knows exactly what he’s reduced me to. My throat is dry as I search for the words I don’t have to describe that feeling.
“Amazing,” I finally answer.
“Do you have any second thoughts?” His broad palm travels over me like an artist painting on a canvas. “Are you sure you want to keep going?”
My eyebrows pinch together as I consider his words. I do want this. More than anything, I want him inside me. I want our bodies to be as close as two people can possibly be. Somehow, I want them to be even closer.
“Yes,” I answer firmly. “Please, Jackson, keep going,” I plead, hoping he hasn’t decided that taking my virginity isn’t something he wants to take on.
He kneels on the bed, peeling his shirt up over his head, and exposes his tight, chiseled abs to me as his muscles flex with his movements. If he ever had a moment of hesitation, I’d never know from how quickly he removes his pants and underwear, stripping down completely and shamelessly naked. Not that it’s hard to see why he has no shame. With every inch of his body tight and rippling with strength. With each and every inch of his thick cock pulsing with need. My mouth drops open as I try to imagine how on earth I’ll be able to take that inside of me. It looks like more than any woman’s body can handle, let alone a virgin.
“Oh my God,” I breathe out, and my hand hovers over his shaft in disbelief.
“Here.” He cups his hand over mine, pushing my palm down over his thick member. “You don’t have to be nervous. You won’t hurt me.”
I try to circle my fingers around him, but I can’t touch my thumb on the other side. Eyes wide, I look at him curiously. “Can I… is it okay if I put it in my mouth?” I wait for his approval.
“You definitely don’t need to ask.” He leans back and I maneuver so my head is over his lap. I study the rigid lines and veins traveling down the length of his shaft, running my hand over it like he’s made of glass before opening my mouth wide and sinking him inside. My jaw is open as far as it can go and it still feels like I’m stretching to fit him in. I push my head down, sliding him in farther, and wrap both of my hands around the lower part of his cock. Bobbing my head, I shield my lips from his skin as I inch him in.
I pop my lips back off, a little disappointed with how little of him I was able to take. If Jackson minds, he doesn’t show it.
“Lie down.” He kisses me urgently.
I do as he says and he slips out of the bed, opening the drawer in his nightstand and picking up a foil packet inside. He takes a second to adjust the condom down over his cock, and then his weight sinks the mattress around me as he joins me back on the bed. He kneels between my legs, rubbing my pussy with his thumb and looking down at me like I’m the most stunning woman he’s ever seen.
“Are you ready?” He holds the base of his cock with his fist and lines it up at my entrance, waiting for me to answer.
“Yes.” I swallow hard, not sure if I really am or not.
“It’s going to hurt a bit, okay? But I’ll try to be gentle with you.” He eases the tip of his cock inside and even though he’s barely in, my walls stretch to make room for him. Jackson grunts, “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He moves forward, leaning on one hand by my side as he guides his shaft inside my virgin pussy.
“Oh.” I breathe in sharply, twisting my head to the side so he won’t see the grimace crossing my face as he sinks farther down. The burning sensation is unpleasant, but the way my body fits around him, like I was designed for his cock, is pretty amazing.
“Shhh, the hard part is almost over.” He kisses me.
I grab onto his shoulders and lift my head so I’m tucked into him tight. I’m less shaky when I hold on to him like this. Jackson grabs the headboard and thrusts into me slowly but steadily as my body painfully stretches to make room for him. There’s an intense pinch inside followed by a stinging sensation, but the worst part is over as he sinks into my pussy, burying himself the entire way.
“Oh, that feels, ahhh.” My pained cries turn to ones of pleasure as Jackson eases back and thrusts into me deep again, and again, and again. Each time he does, it goes easier. Until there is no sting at all anymore, just that incredible building pleasure.
“Ella, you’re perfect, you know that?” Jackson grabs my hands and thrusts them over my head, pinning me to the bed, making me his as he fucks me harder, less concerned with being gentle now. “You’re perfectly naughty and perfectly sweet,” he murmurs, “and perfectly mine.” He sinks his cock all the way into me, making me cry out his name to the ceiling as
he holds me tight in his grip. His balls slap up against me as he’s buried to the hilt, still stretching me out. Claiming me.
“Harder,” I whisper in his ear and his grip on my wrists tightens. He stops taking his time with me, toying with me, and fucks me fast. His hips beat against my thighs as I lock my legs behind his back. He leans over me, roughly taking a nipple into his mouth. He thrusts into me relentlessly. The sensation of being held down, of his cock stretching me to my limit, of my nipple being sucked and nibbled on, it’s all too much. I twist and squirm under him as another orgasm shreds through me.
Jackson’s body tightens and he sinks inside me fully, shuddering slightly as his cock twitches his seed into the condom between us. Both of us lie still, speaking only in racing heartbeats and panting gasps. He rolls off of me and I’m immediately cold and alone, wishing I could have his heat, his weight, his cock, forever.
He gets rid of the condom and smiles over at me tenderly. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, thank you. I just want you,” I confess.
He happily jumps back into the bed with me, pulling the sheets and blanket over us. He wraps his arms around me tight.
I feel like a new person, like an entire world has been opened up to me as I practically glow in his arms. I know I can’t stay here too much longer, but I just can’t force myself to leave. Not yet anyway. I just need some time to relax against his chest. To bury in his arms, which make the outside world obsolete, bringing me peace. I snuggle into him, relaxing as I let my eyes slide closed for a few moments.
Just for a few moments.
20 | Ella
A warm streak of sunlight bathes my skin as I raise up my arms, reaching my fingertips up to the ceiling in a long, full-body stretch. The constant hum of anxiety that buzzes in the back of my mind is quiet, giving the first true morning of peace that I’ve had in over six years. I roll over, letting my smile kiss the pillow, and my hand presses flat against the soft hairs on his chest as I breathe in his masculinity.
“Well, good morning.” Jackson’s voice is gruff like sandpaper, snapping me out of my dream-like haze and back into my panic-stricken reality.
“Morning?” I pop up like a jack-in-the-box, cursing the same sunlight that only seconds ago I was loving so much.
“Yeah, why? Do you have to be somewhere?” Jackson sits up beside me, slowly kissing my shoulder as I pull the sheets up over my naked body. “’Cause, if you don’t, I can think of something to start your day off right,” he teases me.
“No, no, no!” I freak out, looking over at the alarm clock next to the bed for confirmation of what I already know. Sure enough, its bright numbers tell me it’s six-thirty. And I’m six and a half hours late for my curfew.
“Okay, so you’re not a morning sex person. I get that.” Jackson rubs his thumb down my arm. “How about some breakfast first, maybe a couple cups of coffee to wake us up?”
Tears form in my eyes as I try not to hyperventilate. “You don’t understand. I need to get to work right now. I’m so late. Oh God, what am I going to do?” I hop out of bed and scour the floor for the clothes I wore last night.
I manage to find my bra next to the bed and get it clipped up. I walk around in a circle searching for my underwear before realizing they’re rolled up inside my jeans. A hot flush breaks over me as I remember how incredible it felt when he pulled them off me. There’s no time for this! I rush over and grab my pants, tugging my underwear free, and start sliding my clothes on.
“Hey, people are late sometimes. It’s no big deal.” Jackson tries to soothe me, but it’s no use.
I’m sure he’s right. I’m sure that, for normal people, being late isn’t the end of the world. But normal people don’t have a boss who has the power to have them deported back to a life of danger and possibly death.
“Jackson,” I snap and his mouth opens, his eyes narrowing on me, “it’s a huge deal for me. I don’t have time to get into it. Is there any way you can drive me? I need to go to Clifton Street. It’s right by the fairgrounds. You know what?” I look at his stunned, stony face and decide there’s no way he’s going to get me there in time. “Never mind, can you just call me a cab? I’m sorry, but I really have to go.” I know I don’t have any money to pay a cabbie with, but I can’t worry about that detail right now.
“Whoa, slow down, Ella. You don’t need to take a cab, I can drive you. Just chill, you’re spinning like a top. Take a breath. No job is worth this kind of stress.” He shakes his head and hops out of bed, grabbing his clothes. “Let me wake up Chloe and we can get moving.” He sounds annoyed with me, but it’s just one more thing I don’t have time to worry about right now.
“Thank you. Please hurry,” I beg him and he looks over his shoulder at me before leaving the room like he doesn’t understand what I’ve transformed into. I can’t blame him. It’s not like me to be demanding or so brusque. If he knew how much trouble I’m in right now, if he understood the anvil hanging over my head by a thread, he wouldn’t look at me like that.
But how can I ever explain that to him? I can’t tell him my status. I can’t risk it. I just need to be the bad guy right now and get my butt back to Sylvia’s. My only hope is that she passed out on the couch and I can sneak in. She’s not exactly an early riser, after the amount of ‘night caps’ she pounds back each evening. She rarely gets up before nine, so there’s a slight chance that she might not even know I didn’t meet her curfew.
Jackson goes into Chloe’s room and I can hear her cheerfully greet him as he wakes her up. “Come on, honey, I’ve got to take Ella home and then I’m gonna take you out for a super special breakfast,” he promises her.
“Ohhh! Is it pancakes?” I can hear the excitement in her voice. “I loooove pancakes.” She thuds her feet on the floor as she jumps out of bed.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” he answers. “Let’s get you changed and we’ll go, okay?”
I hate that I’m in this stupid position. I hate that I couldn’t just wake up this morning and enjoy the moment of lying next to a man so kind, yet so sexy, he’s unlike anyone I’ve ever even dared to dream of. I would have loved to take Jackson up on his offer as he was kissing my shoulder softly. Now this is all just one more thing tainted by Sylvia.
Pushing back my tears, I run my hands over my hair, snaking my fingers through the long strands like a makeshift comb as I walk out of Jackson’s room and head downstairs. I slip my shoes back on and wait in the front entryway for them impatiently, knowing I look like a total asshole, but also knowing that as each moment passes my chances of getting out of this without any terrible repercussions is growing faint.
“Hey, Ella.” Chloe waves at me enthusiastically, a huge smile exposing all her teeth as she climbs down the stairs toward me.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I force the fear from my tone. I refuse to let this terrible feeling growing inside me to spill over onto this angelic child.
“Okay, let’s just grab our shoes and go.” Jackson gives me a pointed stare, making it clear that this was never part of his plan when he invited me over here.
I try not to rush out to the car, not to sigh when he helps Chloe into her seat, to keep my lips sealed and my panic under lock and key. It feels like the two of them are moving at such a sluggish pace, like I’m watching a slow motion film… in a pool… of molasses. Finally, when I feel like if it takes a single second longer I’m not going to be able to contain my screams, Jackson sits in the driver’s seat and starts the car.
“Where did you say you need to go again?” he asks through clenched teeth.
I know I’ve upset him by putting him out like this, but what else could I do? I should’ve taken a cab. Why didn’t he just let me leave that way?
“It’s a left at the intersection,” I answer feebly, staring down at my hands and wishing that somehow the universe could just swallow me whole. Wishing I hadn’t messed up the first relationship I’ve ever had with a man who only last night I gave my body
to. Wishing these circumstances weren’t my own and that, for once, I had the same freedom to live and love as anyone else.
21 | Jackson
I pull up to the imposing house in a swanky neighborhood full of oversized, sprawling houses. Shaking my head, I already know exactly what kind of people live here without even needing to meet them. I bet most of these mansions are filled with childless couples that don’t even know how to use all the rooms they have.
It reminds me of when I was in the military and you’d meet guys who were always trying to have a pissing contest with you. Without fail, every single time, those were the guys who quit the courses or had to leave deployments early. It’s always the small dogs that have to yap the most. The big dogs already know what they’re capable of, they don’t need to prove it to anyone.
“I’m so sorry about all of this. I hate to put you out and to rush away. I hope you’ll give me a chance to explain someday.” Ella unbuckles her seatbelt and throws herself out the door before I’ve even fully stepped on the brake. I swear she would’ve tucked and rolled out of the car door if it would shave off a few seconds.
I have no idea what’s going on with her. At the fair and last night, she was such a sweet woman. Now she’s acting like a fugitive on the run. Twitchy, paranoid, and freaking out about being late.
Maybe she is married. If she has an angry husband waiting for her in there, it might explain her erratic behavior. As if to confirm my suspicion, a man around my age, with no shirt on, walks out the front door and starts yelling at Ella.
“Daddy, who’s that?” Chloe asks, watching the drama unfold from the backseat.
“I don’t know, honey,” My heart sinks as I refuse to share my theory with my four-year-old.
I could punch Ryan in the face right now. He’s been using Tinder for a long time. He must have known I would likely meet up with some woman in this kind of situation. I grind my teeth, angry that I fell for her lies. Why did she go out of her way to tell me she was a virgin if she’s got this guy at home? Heat flashes up over my neck as I remember the way she seemed genuinely offended when I straight out asked her if she was married.
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