by Cam Johns
I walk towards his study and see he's on the phone. He sees me standing in the doorway and I watch him as he sits back in his chair. His blues looking me up and down, admiring me in my cut off shorts and tight tank. I walk over to his side of the desk, not paying attention to his conversation. I stand there staring down at him as he turns his chair to face me curiously. I slowly pull the tank over my head and let it fall to the floor, then unzip my shorts and let them do the same. Walking over to him slowly, I lean down to his ear. "Don’t get off the phone." I whisper quietly as possible. I start nibbling on his ear and move down his neck softly as he grabs the arm of the chair. I work my way down to his nipples and loosen his trunks that he still has on. I pull his dick out and massage it slowly, waiting for it to become completely hard. I look up at him through my lashes, licking his nipples as he bites his bottom lip staring, then trail my tongue down to his belly button, getting on my knees. I look up at him as I kiss the head of his dick, and he tenses, watching. I suck it in, going all the way down and suck my way back up. Hearing him stumble in another language is kind of amusing. I move faster and faster up his shaft, then lift my head up and stick my tongue out letting the saliva trail down onto the head of his thick stick. He can barely sit still from watching. He rolls back on his chair a little and I pull it back to me, trailing my mouth down the outside of his shaft. I suck in his balls while I jerk him off. Before I know it, he's hung up the phone.
"Baby...I'm gonna fuck...the shit outta you." He says, staring down at me lustfully. I look up at him innocently, lifting up from him. He stands to pull me up and kisses me hard, biting at my lower lip. He lifts me to his waist before reaching in his drawer to get a condom.
"Always prepared I see." I smile down at him.
"I have to be, messing with you."
"You. Sit." He looks at me curiously, but obliges and sits on the masculine leather couch, with me straddling him. I kiss him softly as I massage his shaft, then trail down to his spot on his neck. That spot that I know will drive him nuts.
"Oh...God baby." He whispers. I take the condom from his hand and rip it open as he watches with an amused expression. I back up a little and roll it onto him, then sit up and slide myself onto him slowly. I come all the way off of him and back down slowly squeezing my love muscles around him. “Yes baby.” I start to ride him harder as he drops his head back, grabbing my butt cheeks and slams me onto him. I grab his hair to lift his lips to mine. He kisses me hard, ramming his tongue inside my mouth. He feels so wide and hard inside of me as he starts to lift my hips and drops me back down hard.
"Agh!" I yell out. He snaps my bra off freeing my breasts, sucking them hard. "Oh, I'm gonna cum baby!" He growls dropping my breast from his mouth and he watches me. I grind into him harder, holding onto the back of the couch. "Here it comes..." I screech. He lifts me up quickly onto his shoulders, putting my other lips on his mouth. Now I'm against the wall, knees on the back of couch, legs spread across his head. He sucks the cum from me smacking me hard on the ass. "Oh my god...baby!" I screech again. I try to pull away but he tightens his grip on my thighs. "Fuck! Baby...no!" I beg, trembling, as he starts to make me cum again, licking my clit perfectly, softly, sucking me in his mouth. "Oh no!" I scream burying my face in the wall as he sucks me dry. He slides out from under me and drags me down the long way on the couch on my knees.
"I can suck your pussy all day baby." He says in a deep carnal voice. He grabs my cheeks and slams his stick in me.
"Agh!" We yell out in unison. He smacks my butt hard as he fucks me from behind, pulling me into him. He pulls my hair, lifting me up to his mouth. "You feel so good...dammit." He grabs at my breast and pounds into me hard and faster. "Oh yes baby." He starts to constrict and move faster. He throws me down, pounding into me one last time before releasing. He falls on his back laying on the couch. "Come here." He commands. I turn to face him and he pulls me down onto him, condom still on. "Why are you doing this to me?" He asks trying to catch his breath. I look up at him confused. "You're unraveling me. I can't even keep my cool around you. You won't even say you'll be mine."
"Oh...is that something you're looking for me to say Mr. Turner." I say batting my eyes at him.
"You already know what I want...you to be mine. What do you want?" I can see the desperation in his eyes, but I really don't know what I want to do. I love being here with him, but I've only been single a couple of days. I lift myself up to his face and kiss him softly.
"I need some time sweetie. Is that ok?" I ask, pecking his lips slowly as we stare at each other. He pulls me into him, drenching me in his delicious perspiration.
He sighs. "Okay...but you'll stay here with me while you figure it out...right?"
"Yes. I'll be here. But right now I have to go finish cooking.” He chuckles. I kiss him on the cheek and begin putting my clothes back on while he stands there, just gazing at me.
"By the way, what you did earlier to me...great baby."
"Couldn’t help it." I say kissing him again. "I'll let you know when dinner is ready." As I leave he pats me on the butt. I look back and stare at his blues one last time before I leave his study.
Jackson
As she leaves my study, my cell rings. It’s Jonathan.
“What’s up man?” I ask answering.
“Just checkin’ in.”
“Everything’s perfect…too perfect.” I say quietly.
“Jackson…you need to tell her about your past…all of it.”
“I know…but she just found out about that asshole…I don’t wanna upset her further.”
“I hear you man. Just don’t wait too long…tell her soon.”
“Aiight. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Aiight.”
As I get off the phone I notice she’s turned up the music and dancing her sexy ass around my kitchen. I chuckle inside watching her…she’s so cute. I really don’t deserve her.
Karisma
Well, that was definitely fun. Jackson has absolutely no problem pleasing me. As I'm setting the table I get distracted by my favorite Beyoncé song Love on Top. The song just makes you want to get up and dance. "This is my shit!" I screech happily. I run over to the remote on the counter, turning the music up disregarding Jackson's work mode. You know us women, you can't truly appreciate your song unless it's up high. I sing as if I’m alone dancing around the kitchen, setting the table. I dance back over to the stove to get the last of the food and bring it to the table, singing and swaying my hips. Before I know it, Jackson grabs my hand and spins me into him. My eyes widen in shock and embarrassment.
"Oh stop it," he says smiling down at me, "dance with me." I smile as he spins me back out and starts to dance. I giggle watching him trying to stay with the beat then join him. I dance, swaying my hips and stepping to the beat as he tries to follow. He's so cute trying to keep up with me. I start to circle him, dancing, booty bumping him while he laughs at me.
As the song is about to end he picks me up to his waist and spins us around, kissing me. He sits me on the counter, staring at me with those electrifying blues. He leans in and kisses me on the cheek. "Karisma...I'm falling for you." He says softly in my ear, then backs up and places his head on my forehead, holding my hands. I try and take in what he's just told me. He looks up at me with his worried eyes. I grab the remote from behind me on the counter to turn the music off. When I look back at him his head is down. I lift his head up with my finger, his scared blues pierce through me. Okay, I have to choose my words carefully here.
"You're falling for me?" I ask softly. He nods. "And this is why you want me to say I'm yours?" He nods again. "Jackson, I'm here now...I have no intention of leaving."
"I hear what you're saying, but I want more from you." He says staring at me eagerly. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him close.
"Oh Jackson..." I kiss him quickly. "You hear me but I need you to listen." He stares at me intently. "I'm not going anywhere right now...you have to give me time." He n
ods. “Good…now stop whining; it’s not cute.” I say giggling. He picks me up off the counter and puts me back to his waist, kissing me gently and slowly. I don't understand why he's so pushy now. I think I'm being fair asking for time.
"Let's eat." He says, thankfully smiling. He puts me down at my seat. "Would you like some Pinot?" He asks walking over to the wine cooler.
"Sure baby." I make the plates while he gets the glasses and wine.
"Yum, you made my favorite." He says wide-eyed, sniffing his plate.
"Chicken? Really?" I ask surprised.
"What, cause I'm white I can't like chicken." He says with a huge smile on his face. I laugh louder than I wanted to.
"No..." I giggle try to muffle the laughter. "I'm just surprised."
"Well, my mother used to do wonders with some chicken. We didn't have much money. My favorite was her stuffed chicken." He says before he finally takes a bite. "Delicious baby." I smile widely, happy that he's pleased and for sharing something...anything. Now that he's happy I start to finally eat. "Seriously babe?" He asks staring at me.
"What?" I ask confused.
"A knife and fork to eat a drumstick."
I laugh. "Are you making fun of me Mr. Turner?" I ask, continuing to cut the meat off the bone.
He chuckles. "No, by all means. Wait 'til I tell Jonathan...he's gonna lose it."
"You really do tell him everything, I see."
"Mostly...we're close."
"Yes...I've noticed." I say sarcastically smiling at him. "Are you ever gonna tell me why the security is so high at work…and here?" I ask out of nowhere. I figured this is a good time as any.
He stops eating and looks at me. I think he's trying to choose the right words.
"Let's just say that things got outta hand with someone a while ago."
"Someone you were sleeping with?"
"No... definitely not."
"Okay. But I have a feeling it’s a lot more to this."
"You're not satisfied with that answer?"
"It'll due for now. Your dad and Jonathan didn't even wanna talk about that so, when you're ready...you'll tell me." I say continuing to eat. He doesn't respond. "Speaking of Jonathan, I owe him an apology."
"For what?"
"Smacking him." I say simply.
He laughs almost too loud. "I've never seen anyone hit him without retaliation. Interesting enough he didn't even get mad. He felt bad."
"Well...still...I'm gonna apologize."
"Okay babe...that was great." He says wiping his mouth with a napkin.
I drink the last of my delicious wine. "Yes it was."
"Let's clean and get ready for bed. It's getting late." He smiles, grabbing his plate and glass.
"Yes, lord knows I don't want my boss getting on me for being late." I giggle.
"Yeah...I'll get on you all right." We clean the dishes and put the leftovers away. "Shower or bath?" He inquires, grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs.
"Shower."
We go into his bathroom and he runs the shower. I wiggle my feet, enjoying the toasty tile floor as he comes to me, pulling my shirt over my head. "That reminds me...you left this in my study." He pulls my bra out of his pocket. I grab for it but he snatches it back. "Nope...mine now." I smile as he puts it back in his pocket. He kisses me softly, grabbing at my butt and smacks it hard.
"You really like my butt I see."
"Love it." He smiles.
"Seems like you want more than just a shower." I say staring up at him through my lashes.
"Why? Are you getting tired of me already?" He says, staring down at me fixedly.
Oh my, he is so sexy standing here in front of me shirtless. Yes, I think I want him inside me. Now. I wrap my arms around his neck and I pull him to my mouth and kiss him hard. I drop my arms to take my shorts off, shoving them down and stepping out, loosening his trunks. Putting my arms back around his neck, I jump up to his waist and he catches me without skipping a beat. He grabs my ass as I grind my middle against him. He walks into the large shower and closes the door, not unlocking his lips from mine, and stands under the water in the middle of the shower. Holding me with one arm, he uses the other to fish a condom out and drops his trunks to the floor. He steps out of them, walking toward the wall of the shower, and leans my back against it, finally unlocking our lips. I stare in his blues, getting turned on from his strength and his enticing eyes staring back. He rips the condom with his teeth and rolls it on. "Put it in baby." He says, lifting me from his waist a little. I do as I'm told and line him up against me. "Hold on baby." I wrap my arms around his neck as he grabs my ass and lowers me onto him, slowly. Ah. "Don't be scared." He says kissing my cheek.
"Never."
He looks up at me pleased with my response, then rams into me hard as he balances himself. He stands still as he bounces me onto him, staring at me as my moans echo throughout the shower. He kisses me hard, sticking his tongue in my mouth and biting at my bottom lip. "Cum for me." He says softly, breathing heavily. My eyes widen and we stare at each other while I grind against him, pushing my back flushed against the wall. "Yeah...that's-my-baby." He watches me fixedly, waiting. He smacks me on my ass and I tighten my legs on his waist as I start to release.
"Oh...it's...coming!" I yell out. He pulls me to him kissing me aggressively, then drops down with me, laying on his back beside the shower’s waterfall.
"Make me cum." He says his eyes blazing up at me. I put my hands on his chest and bounce my ass on his dick hard and fast. "Fuck baby!" He says smacking both cheeks at the same time. He grabs at my breasts and lifts his pelvis into me, staying with my rhythm. "Yes...fuck it out of me baby." He says, gritting his teeth. I go faster as he makes me feel empowered and in complete control.
"Cum in your fucking pussy baby." It just comes out. His eyes shoot up at me gazing, gripping my ass in his hand and lifts his pelvis pounding into me hard and fast…never looking away from my eyes. He constricts and stops suddenly in one position, holding me still. That's a first. He's usually much more vocal when he releases. He drops back down and pulls me down to him quickly, kissing me softly. He grabs my hair but doesn't kiss me any harder as he usually does. I can taste the sincerity exuding from him. He finally releases my hair and begins to caress my nose with his. I lift up a little to look at him. His eyes are blank as he looks at me. "Is something wrong?" I ask curiously.
"No...I'm okay." He has no expression on his face. Strange.
I stand up and wait for him to follow. He washes me quietly and I do the same, then he pulls me under the water to rinse us and kisses me softly. I wish I knew what was bothering him, but he doesn’t open up. He grabs my hand before turning the shower off, then leads me out to dry me first, then himself. He takes me to the bed and pulls the cover back. Once I climb in and slide to the middle, I turn over, facing him and wait for him to follow but he doesn't. He covers me up, tucking me in, and climbs over to me in his towel. "I have to check on something. I'll be back shortly." He stares, waiting for me to say something. Obviously something's wrong but I choose not to pry. I just nod and turn to face away from him. He sighs, kissing my head then climbs back down. He goes in his closet for his pajama pants I guess and leaves the room. I don't understand what I did wrong, playing back what I said in the shower, his mood changed the minute I said this was his. So it must be that. Why would that be a bad thing? I decide he'll tell me when he's ready amongst other things. Is this what our relationship will be like? Him remaining closed off until he feels I’m worth being let in? I try not to dwell on that and doze off.
I'm not sure how long I've been asleep, but I feel him come back to bed, filling the room with his Jackson smell. He doesn’t touch me, so I turn over and see him lying on his back. I slide over and lay on his chest, still half sleep. He pulls me in close and kisses me on the head, then lifts my chin up with his finger, staring at me briefly. He kisses me slowly and sensually, grabbing my naked butt and pulling my leg on him. I slide my entire body o
nto him, lying like he’s a mattress. He slides his hand down my back slowly until he reaches my butt and squeezes me into him, slowly exploring my mouth with his tongue. "I'm sorry baby." He says quietly. I don't say anything. I just continue to kiss him, enjoying his lips connecting to mine. Before I know it, he's pulling a condom out and we indulge in each other once again before falling asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter Thirteen
The next morning, I wake up still cradled in Jackson's arms. Oh, the weekend is over and we have to head back to reality. I start running my fingers on his chest.
"Good morning baby." He says softly. I look up at him and reach up to kiss him softly. Ah. Maybe I shouldn't have done that as I feel the soreness of my middle.
"Good morning."
"We should probably get up and get ready." He says softly.
"Yes...our beautiful weekend is over."
"It was quite entertaining." He says, squeezing my butt. Oh, I want him again, but I think I should give her a little rest. She's too sore. I giggle, starting to get up from the bed. He holds me down and lies on top of me. "No... not yet." He kisses me softly. "I'm sure you're sore." He says sliding his hand down to my middle and rubbing my clit softly. I cringe at his touch.
"A little." I say softly as my pelvis grinds against him. I just can't help myself. What’s happening to me?
"Let's see if I can make it better." He slides down my body kissing me on the way. "Spread’em baby." I do as I'm told, bending them up and opening my legs slowly. He blows on my clit softly as he reaches up for my hands. He holds them while he kisses and spreads my lips below with his mouth so slowly. He's so gentle; it turns me on more as I feel my juices ooze down to the sheets. "Mmm...so wet baby." He sticks his tongue slowly on my clit, moving up and down barely, touching it. He kisses it lightly as I squirm beneath him. He takes his time, not wanting to hurt me. Oh, why do I have to be sore right now? I grab his hair as I grind against his soft touch.
