by Christa Lynn
My eyes are now on his chest, and I find it hard to believe this man is standing in front of me, looking at me with his heated gaze. He looks at me, and licks his lips while grabbing the hem of my blouse, pulling it over my head. He’s decided to skip over the buttons, and get the blouse off of me as quickly as possible. As my skin and lacy bra come in to view, his eyes leave mine, and skim my chest. His fingers follow shortly, and trace the edge of the lace that barely covers my nipples.
“Love you in lace,” he whispers against my chest, as he lowers the cup, releasing my aching mound of flesh. His tongue swipes over the now hardening nipple, and he pulls it in between his teeth, sucking and teasing. His other hand is stroking my hip, his thumb pressing under the waistband of my skirt, moving to the front and flicking the clasp open. Since my skirt is probably a size too big, it immediately falls to my feet, leaving me exposed in only my bra and panties.
“Mmmm, Alexandra,” Jackson murmured against my skin. His hands go to my back, swiftly unhooking my bra, a swoosh as it hits the floor. He takes both hands, and cups my breasts, pulling and tugging at the hardened peaks, causing a zing of heat to flow between my thighs. His lips wrap around one, while his hands continue their torture of the other.
“Jackson,” his name falling from my lips on a whisper.
He lifts his head and looks dead in to my eyes. “Mine, Alexandra. Always mine.” And he plunges his lips on to mine, demanding entrance, as his tongue licks the seam of my lips, my own tongue darting out to catch his. Our chests are heaving and our breathing is heavy. His hands move down over my hips, taking my panties with them.
His hands stroke down my legs, leaving heated goose bumps down to my toes, which have curled back into the wood flooring. Jackson stands back up, and cups my face in his hands, looking so deep in to my eyes, I bet he can see my retinas.
“Spread your legs,” he says, as he nudges my thigh. I’m entirely too turned on by this point to argue with his arrogant ass, so I comply. “Now, arms above your head.”
I’m not quite sure where he’s going with this, but I can imagine. I raise my arms over my head, which pulls my oversized tits up - right about where they are supposed to be.
“Keep your hands there, don’t move,” he says as his lips trail a path of steam down my neck, to the hollow of my throat, and back down to my breasts, his heated mouth caressing my sensitive skin as he suckles my nipple. His other hand has ventured between my legs, and is now stroking my swollen folds. “So wet, Alexandra. Just the way I like it.” And he plunges two fingers in to my heated cavern, curling his fingers up to stroke that place that only Jackson can find. Hell, even I can’t find it. The dual stimulation is pushing me over the edge. His fingers stroking in and out of me, while his mouth worships the hardened buds of my breast. I want to touch him, so I struggle to keep my hands over my head.
“Keep them there, or I stop,” he says, obviously aware of my struggles.
He lets go of me, and the void is immediate, but he isn’t done yet. He gets to his knees in front of me, my aching pussy right in his face, and he takes a deep breath before stroking his tongue from my slit up to my clit.
Heated to my core, I throw my head back and groan loudly. I know we are leaning in to the door, and I can’t seem to care if anyone outside hears. I flatten my palms on the door above me in a feeble attempt to grab on to something, but there’s nothing there but cold wood, which feels good against my hot skin.
His tongue plunges deep in to me, as his thumb presses against my throbbing clit, eliciting another moan from my throat, but this one sounds like I’m growling. “Oh God, Jackson.”
“Feels good huh?” He mumbles against me as he continues his torture. His fingers are plunging in to me at a more rapid pace, as if he can sense I am about to explode. He roughly strokes my upper wall, and I feel the wave of intense pleasure start creeping up my legs. He sucks my clit in to his mouth, and pulls it between his teeth, and I lose all control of my body. His hands are gripping my hips, keeping me in a standing position. This I am thankful for, because my legs feel like rubber, and I’m on the verge of collapsing.
The jolts of pleasure flash through my body, and the waves continue to roll over me, my pussy clenching and spasming around Jackson’s fingers. “That’s it baby, come all over my tongue,” he says, as he strokes his tongue over the flood of moisture seeping, out of me and groans. The vibrations of his mouth then send me over the edge once again, my body shaking, and tears threaten to spill out between my lids, which are squeezed shut.
Somehow I feel Jackson’s hands on mine, as he lowers my arms back to my side. I open my eyes, and he’s gazing at me with something I’ve never seen before. I know he says he loves me, but right now I can see it. His emerald green orbs are shining, and full of so much emotion, that those tears finally roll down my cheeks, taking my mascara with it.
As I blink back the tears, he swipes them away with his lips, gently kissing my cheek and wrapping his arms around me. “That was...” I start to say something, though I’m not sure what.
“Shhhh. I know Alexandra. I know.”
As my vision clears, I see him still standing in front of me, still wearing his pants. His shirt unbuttoned, and his tie loosely hanging around his neck. I look down towards his feet, and see that he is still very much aroused, his erection proudly bulging through his suit pants. I reach for his pants and he steps back. “You don’t have to do this, Alexandra,” he says, as he grabs my hands.
But I pull my hands out of his, and go right back to the zipper, slowly lowering it and releasing his massive cock. I pull my lower lip in between my teeth, and chew, so hard that Jackson reaches down and pulls it out of its confines. My lip bounces out of his fingers, and he leans in and sucks it in to his mouth, running his tongue along it.
As his lips massage mine, heated moisture pools in between my legs, and I know I need him inside me, now. How I can still be so hot from him, after two back to back orgasms, I will never understand, but I am. I look down at Jackson’s cock, and I know he needs a little assistance. I grasp his cock in my hand, and squeeze, my thumb brushing off the droplet of moisture at the tip, and he sucks in a breath, but he says nothing. His eyes flash with desire, and those emerald green pools are now a dark forest green.
I spread the slick fluid around the engorged purple head, then slowly lower to my knees. His fingers are pulling through the strands of my hair, guiding me towards his cock. “There you go, Alexandra. Take what you want from me.”
At his command, I sink my mouth down to the root, pulling back, and dragging my tongue along the sensitive underside, rolling it around the head. “Jesus, Ally.” I smile around his cock, and then plunge down again, sucking and using my hand to squeeze gently as I pull back out. His hands are now gripping my head and I can tell he is barely hanging on to his control. “That mouth, Alexandra. Keep your mouth on me,” he says, as he starts slowly fucking my mouth in long, slow strokes. I cover my teeth with my lips and roll my tongue around as he pulls back, then thrusts back in.
I can feel his cock hardening in my mouth and I know he’s at the end of his rope. But he pulls back, his cock leaving my mouth on aPOPthat echoes through the quiet room.
He reaches under my arms, and lifts me to a standing position, rams his mouth back down on mine, and I can taste myself on his lips. That would usually gross me out, but on Jackson it’s extremely hot. I lick the remainder of my fluids off his bottom lip and he groans.
“Remember the last time we stood here, Alexandra?” He asks, as his teeth and lips nibble on my ear, his hot breath warming my body, but I am unable to say anything because that damn cat has got my tongue again.
So I nod, gasping for air as he lifts me in to his arms, and instinctively my legs wrap around his waist. He really shouldn’t be lifting me, because I don’t want him to hurt himself, but I can’t bear to tell him to put me down.
He lines his body up with mine and slides inside me in one firm stroke. I can feel his cock
touching my cervix and he holds. “Jesus, you feel so good,” he pulls back out, only to slowly press himself back in. My fingernails dig in to his back, as he pulls back out, ramming back in, pressing my back against the door. I roll my head back and it bangs against the door, but I can’t feel any pain, though I might have a knot there, once this is over.
He strokes in to me, and my hips arch towards him, giving him deeper access. My nails are still digging into his shoulders and he finds his rhythm, pressing in and out, the sounds of slapping skin and sucking noises fill the room, along with both of our moans. It sounds like a cheap porno movie in here and it’s totally hot. He’s breathing heavy in my ear, and it increases with each stroke of his cock. Suddenly he slows, pulling back, then slamming back in and pressing in to me, like he wants to go deeper. His ass cheeks are flexing and his breathing actually stops, as I feel his hot seed filling me on a low grunt. My pussy muscles contract around his cock and I fall apart in his arms, the contractions sucking every drop out of him.
As my breathing comes back to normal, he finally lets my legs hit the floor, but keeps his arms around me, so I don’t fall. It’s official, I’m spent. He pulls me in to the living room and gently helps me lay down, while he walks in to the bathroom.
He comes back with a warm rag and gently wipes me down, cleaning away every drop of his release from my pussy and thighs. Then, he gently strokes himself clean and my eyes bug out of my head. I’ve never seen a man stroke himself and I swear he’s getting hard again already.
He drops the rag on the coffee table and sits down next to me, pulling me in to his arms.
No words are needed at this time, which is a good thing cause I’m not sure what to say. That’s the second time he’s taken me against the door, like he can’t even take the time to drag me to the bed, where we both would have been more comfortable, but it wouldn’t have been quite as hot.
We sit on the sofa for a while, naked and wrapped in each other’s arms, him stroking my hair and I almost start to purr. He glances at his watch and exhales a deep breath. Standing up and walking to his pants, which are in a rumpled pile on the floor. He takes his phone out of the pocket and sends a quick text, then puts his pants on and reaches for his shirt.
“I have James coming with the car and I have an early meeting tomorrow in Miami, so my flight leaves early.”
“I didn’t know you had to go out of town,” I tell him, as I sit up.
“Well, we haven’t really had the time to talk, huh? First you were so angry about the car, and then......well, there are no words for that,” he says quietly as he looks towards the door.
“How long will you be gone?”
“A few days, week at the max. Our Florida editor is out on maternity leave and I have to go fill in for a bit, until her replacement is ready to roll. Will you be okay while I’m gone?”
“Jackson, of course I will. I’ve been alone for most of my adult life. I’ll be fine,” I reply, as I watch him buttoning his shirt, which is now wrinkled. His tie is draped around his neck in a haphazard way.
Once he’s dressed he sits back down with me on the sofa and I suddenly become very aware of the fact that I am still naked. I grab the throw blanket off the back of the sofa and wrap it around me. Jackson is frowning as I do this, but he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.
His phone goes off and he stands, moving towards his door. “When I get back, I want you to spend the weekend with me. We’ll go up to Chateau Elan, visit the spa and have dinner.”
Having never beeninsideChateau Elan, I got excited. I’ve driven by there, numerous times going to Heather’s mom’s house, but I’ve never been inside the resort. “Sure, that sounds like fun. I’ve never been there.”
“Never?” I shake my head.
“Well, with me around, you are going to start experiencing things, you never have before. Count on that, sweet girl,” he says as he places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
I don’t tell him this, but I already am.
Chapter 7
After Jackson gives me a soft kiss on the forehead, he leaves. By this time it’s nine o’clock, so I grab a snack and take a quick bath. I debated that for a few minutes, because I really want to go to sleep smelling Jackson, but I was still a bit sticky and well, that’s just gross.
I crawl in to bed around ten o’clock and I suddenly remember, I haven’t talked to Heather since yesterday, so I check my phone. She hasn’t texted either, since I ignored her yesterday. Maybe I was a bit hard on her? I shake my head, no. She needs to get it through her thick skull that she needs to stop interfering and mind her own damn business.
I drift off to sleep and before I know it, the alarm is ringing. I look at my phone again and still nothing from Heather. I decide to let her stew a little longer and head on to work, maybe calling her later.
As I pull out of the complex, there is a line to get out of the gate. I peer around the cars in front of me, but I only see a car parked to the side. Slowly, one by one, we finally get out of the gate, passing by that car parked to the side. I figure it’s broken down or something, so I move on.
As I merge on to the expressway, I see that same car behind me but I don’t think much about it. I’m able to hit the speed limit, so I am cruising along, but this strange car is right on my bumper. I move over a lane to let him go around me, but as I change lanes to my right, so does this car, now hugging my bumper. I watch carefully, while trying to keep my eyes on the road, but they stay right behind me.
I get over another lane and sure as shooting, this car changes lanes too. My heart then drops to my stomach as I figure I am being followed. Since I am stubborn as a mule, I decide to challenge it. I continue to change lanes, and the strange car continues, really close to my back end. I look in my rear view mirror, trying to see if I can tell who it is, but all I see is a person wearing a ball cap and shades. “Could go either way,” I tell myself.
I approach Pleasant Hill Road, so I decide to get off and pull in to the McDonald’s there, acting like I’m getting breakfast. Yep, Mr. Black Car pulls off behind me and stays real close. I make the turn into McDonald’s, he turns right behind me, but I get into the drive through and he parks close to the exit. I assume he’s waiting for me and yes, I know whatassumemeans. After I’ve ordered and paid, I go to exit and sure enough he follows. Since I haven’t figured out how to use the Bluetooth yet, I pick up my phone and call nine, one, one.
“Nine, One, One, what’s your emergency?”
“Umm, yeah...I think I’m being followed.”
“Ma’am, where are you?”
“Entering on to I85 South from Pleasant Hill Rd.”
“What makes you think someone’s following you?”
“I noticed this car all the way back at Buford, got off on Pleasant Hill, and it’s right behind me again. Every time I change lanes, he changes too, and he’s hugging my bumper.”
“Okay ma’am, continue driving and stay on the phone with me. What kind of car are you in and what lane are you traveling in?
“2014 Nissan Maxima, black with drive out tags on it. I’m in the far right lane.”
“And what kind of car is following you?”
“Not sure, looks like a Toyota or Nissan, sedan. Dark blue or black.”
“Ok, put your emergency flashers on and I’ll dispatch an officer. Stay on the line.”
“Thank you”
I search the dashboard and locate the flasher button, pressing it in. As soon as I do this, the car backs off a little.
“Okay, lights are on, car backed off a bit, but it’s still behind me.”
“Good, keep up with traffic and keep those lights on. There is an officer entering at Jimmy Carter Blvd, he’ll drop in behind you and keep back a little until he can get the tag run.”
“Okay.”
I’m watching out my mirror and I can see a Gwinnett County police car merge in behind the car behind me. My eyes are darting back and forth between my mirror and the road. I sure don�
�t want to have an accident with all of this going on. That would be my luck.
“Ma’am, are you still on the line?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Okay, give me your contact information. Once I have that, the officer is going to make a traffic stop and I need you to keep going.”
I give her my name, address and cell number, I can hear her clicking away on her computer.
“Now, you are going to see his blues come on, so don’t jump. Just keep driving and the officer will contact you later to get your statement and update you.”
“Thank you for your help.”
“You are most welcome. Stay safe out there.”
“I’ll try”
By this time, I’m shaking a little and totally frazzled. As the blues come on behind me, Mr. Black Car immediately drops back and merges to the side of the road. I do what the operator told me to do and keep going, changing lanes over one, picking up my speed. I try to watch out of my mirror, but I am out of sight before the cop gets out of his car.
I finally make it to the office without further problems. I park and then I sit, too shaken up to get out of the car, even though I am about twenty minutes late. Tim will understand, I hope. I check my phone and so far, no calls from the officer that made the stop. I wonder what the hell that was about. I’m just glad my mamma taught me to always be aware of my surroundings. It comes naturally for me, and it’s not something I will stop doing, that’s for sure.
I finally make it to my desk and Tim is there waiting for me.
“Ally, you’re late again. What’s going on with you?”
Shit…
“I was followed this morning by some nut job. I had to call the police from my car and keep steady until they could make the traffic stop.”
“Followed? Ally, are you sure?”
“Yeah, I noticed him or her behind me all the way from my exit. I got off on Pleasant Hill, to see if the car would follow and it did, waited for me at McDonald’s,” I say as I hold up my now cold Egg McMuffin. I don’t even want it now and it probably wouldn’t go down anyway.
