by Megan Smith
“Chloe,” he whispers.
I squeeze my hands into fists. Screw it. I lean up and press my lips to Jackson’s. It’s just a peck at first and then hands, body parts, everywhere. Jackson’s shirt comes off, his belt unbuckled. My shirt is gone along with my cut-off shorts and panties.
“Damn it,” Jackson curses. His hands are running rapidly up and down my back as I anchor myself around his neck.
He tears his lips away from mine, resting his forehead against mine. He’s breathing hard. My heart is beating a mile a minute, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen that he has stolen from me. Leaning back down, he kisses me again before trailing his lips down my neck to my shoulder. Jackson turns away a fraction of a step and spins me around so my back is towards him all the while running kisses up and down my exposed skin along my spine.
Jackson half turns his body towards the fridge while reaching into the freezer digging around in the ice maker. I glance back over my shoulder seeing him shutting the door. His eyes meet mine, dark and hooded.
He brings the ice cube fisted in his hand just above my ass. The first drop of freezing water hits my skin and then it slides down the globes of my ass, one antagonizing drip after another. He takes the cube to rub it over both my ass cheeks. With the ice cube he follows the pattern of water dripping between my legs.
Dipping the ice cube into my vagina I jerk forward but can’t go far since I’m bent over the counter. “Fuck,” I pant.
Jackson moves it continuing down to my swollen lips. The sensation it’s causing is almost an overload of sensation as it’s been so long since we’ve been intimate. I want to beg him to stop, but I can’t. It just feels so damn good. When I hear the ice drop to the floor, I glance back to Jackson, who is now kneeling between my legs. He takes both of his hands and spreads my ass cheeks as he brings his face between my legs.
His tongue burns at first because it’s oh so cold down there. My legs are shaking uncontrollably. The sensation he’s created is fucking amazing. His day-old stubble is scraping perfectly against my legs. He dips his tongue inside me and my hips jerk back needing, wanting, more.
Moaning, I keep calling out his name. He continues for a few more minutes, biting, sucking, and licking, all in the perfect rhythm and combination that he knows will get me off.
“Chloe,” Jackson calls my name. I look back over my shoulder as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“What?” I say breathlessly.
“I’m taking you to bed. If you don’t want this you have to tell me because once we get up there I can’t stop.” He stands to his full height. “I won’t be able to.”
It’s almost like he wants to stop, but on the other hand doesn’t. He’s leaving it up to me. With shaking legs I stand wearing nothing but my bra. Jackson, who is still dressed in his jeans that fit his ass perfectly, reaches behind my head and tugs my hair free from the messy bun I threw it up in earlier.
I place my hands on Jackson’s chest relishing the feel of his hard, toned chest. “Take me upstairs.”
Jackson bends down slightly to grab under my thighs hoisting me up on to him where I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans. I shift wanting more friction. My movement causing him to pause.
“Damn it,” Jackson says stopping just at the base of the stairs.
He leans against wall, his hips arching upwards looking for the same feeling I am. I throw my head back, my long dark brown hair hitting my ass.
“Jackson, upstairs.” If he thinks he’s going to take me here where at any minute someone could walk into our front door and see us, he has another thing coming.
“Can’t like this,” he pants, lifting me slightly away from his body. With one hand he adjusts himself. “Alright, now hold on.”
I look down to see the tip of his dick peeking out of his jeans. I squeeze my legs tighter around Jackson just as he takes the first step up the stairs.
When we finally make it to the bedroom Jackson sets me down on my feet, unbuttons his jeans to shove them and his boxer briefs down.
“Hey,” Jackson wraps his arms around me settling them on my ass where he grips me tight and pulls me flush against his hard body. “No backing out.”
“I’m not.” I push against him backing Jackson up towards the bed. When the back of his knees hit the bed he falls backwards. My eyes take in his naked, perfectly sculpted body. Jackson doesn’t say a word as I eye fuck him; he just simply tucks a hand behind his head.
When I’m done I climb on top lining him up with my entrance. Without another word, I sink my body down over him forcefully.
Jackson’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck yeah,” he groans.
Finding my rhythm he moves both his hands up and around my waist grabbing my ass. He steadies my hips as he thrusts his up meeting mine with the same passion that I have in this moment. We’re both breathing hard as we continue in this unrelenting rhythm. Jackson lifts his head bringing his mouth to my right nipple running his tongue in circles around it before gently biting, then smoothing it with his tongue. He drags his mouth across to the other one doing the same thing.
I slow, legs burning. “You feel so damn good.”
Jackson pulls himself out of me, climbs behind me and lifts my hips up in the air. He sinks all the way in to the hilt. My head falls forward resting against the bed relishing in the feeling of Jackson controlling and torturing me. He pulls his wickedly hard cock almost all the way out of me so slowly before he rams it back in.
“You like that?” He says leaning down across my back. He has one hand at my side while the other brushes my hair to one shoulder.
“God, yes,” I moan as the tip of his head is about to slip out of me.
He slams back into me hard this time causing me to scream out.
He nibbles on my ear. “You’re so damn wet.”
Jackson leans back up, gripping my ass as he continues to drive into me picking up speed. With every thrust, my nipples are brushing over the sheets driving me higher and higher.
A loud slap against my ass bounces off the walls. It surprises the hell out of me. It’s a slight pinch of pain but then it’s gone just as quickly.
“Yeah, I like that,” I moan loudly. I can feel how wet it’s making me.
Jackson takes turn on each cheek as I call out his name telling him what it’s doing to me. As his pace slows a bit he leans his sweat slicked muscular body against my back again. He kisses between my shoulder blades then up my neck to shoulders.
“Your ass looks nice with my hand prints on them.” He pushes his hips against my ass.
“Hmm,” I whimper.
Jackson slides out of me this time to flip me over yet again. He brings me to the end of the bed, his hands go to my boobs where he squeezes them and plays with my nipple. His heavy cock slides against my wet lips.
Needing him inside me I reach down between us, grip him in my hand and slide him back into me. He grunts but continues playing with my boobs. I drop my feet lower behind his ass trying to get him to move. He’s still refusing. I glance up to see him giving me a slight close-lipped smile. He wants to play a game, that’s fine.
I bring a finger to my mouth, close my lips and suck on it. That smirk gets wiped clean off his face but I’m not done just yet. I pull that finger from my mouth with a pop. Sliding it down my chin, neck, between my boobs, down my belly resting my finger on my clit where I start to make circles. He won’t help me get off that’s fine I’ll do it myself.
“Aw, fuck,” I moan, thrashing my head back and forth.
“That’s it, baby. Keep going.”
Jackson takes my legs from around him and straightens them in the air. He takes a tight grip on them while he looks down to where my hand still is.
“That’s good, baby.”
With one arm, I lean up and reach down further. Sliding my index finger and thumb around the base of Jackson I apply a little pressure.
“Fuck,” Jackson yells out slamming
so hard into me it scoots me up on the bed. “I’m so fucking close, baby,” Jackson groans.
“Right behind you,” I purr.
I move my hand to my clit again making hard, small, circles over the bundle of nerves. Jackson’s head falls forward, eyes squeezed shut as he lets out a long, deep groan. The sound makes something inside me explode as my orgasm takes hold. I gasp, feeling myself squeezing against Jackson.
“Fuck yeah,” Jackson grunts. He jerks his hips, once, twice, three times before he goes completely still.
“Jesus,” I pant as I take the weight of Jackson’s sweat slicked skin after his orgasm releases the hold on him.
“Holy,” he takes a breath, “fuck.”
We lay there for a while, Jackson staying inside me until he slips out. I miss the connection immediately wanting him back inside. When he’s inside me the rest of the world fades away and it’s just us. The girl and boy who fell in love all those years ago. I want that back, I want the simplicity of the early days and the passion we shared. When did life get in the way of this primal connection that we are both so good at?
I know no one falls in love by choice, it’s by chance. No one stays in love by that chance either. They choose to stay and see what happens with that love they feel. I know this deep down inside. I also know that no one falls out of love by chance but by the choices they make. Did I not give Jackson the choice to love me? Did I set us up for failure before we really found out what our love could have been without the what if’s? If I didn’t get pregnant, would Jackson and I still be together? Were we ever in true love or was Alex the common denominator that kept us together?
“Chloe,” Jackson turns my head to him. “What’s going on inside that head of yours?”
I shake my head and turn away so he can’t see the tears that are now falling.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Jackson rolls me onto my back and rests on top of me. “Talk to me.”
“There is nothing to say.”
Jackson frowns. “There is a lot to say.”
“Actually, I do have one question?”
“You can ask as many as you want.”
I bite down on my bottom lip. “Did I give you the chance to fall in love with me or do you think you didn’t have a choice?”
“Chloe,” Jackson tilts his head. “What kind of question is that? After what just happened minutes ago that’s what is running through your head?”
I shrug.
“Let me know show you again. Maybe then you’ll get the picture and you’ll never ask me a dumb question again.”
He’s true to his word. He makes me forget what my question was, makes me forget my own name, and makes me forget just about everything. When he’s done he lifts his head, eyes burning into mine. “You know the answer to that question now?”
I smile, nodding my head.
We lay in bed for a while talking about things, reconnecting again. Jackson swears up and down that, yes, he feels trapped, but he doesn’t regret any of his decisions. He was talking out of anger. I told him how those words hurt worse than anything he’s ever done and could ever do to me. He made love to me again apologizing the whole time. When we finished again I admitted to him that I feel the same trapped sort of feeling. Maybe trapped isn’t the right word for it, maybe held back. We both could be completely different people had we been a little bit more careful with our choices. Things happened between us like this for a reason.
Finally, completely spent, I notice the time. I flip the covers back attempting to get out of bed but Jackson grips onto my leg. “Where are you going?”
“To go get Alex.”
Jackson shakes his head. “You stay here, take a bath, I’ll go get him.”
A bath sounds like heaven. My body sore from the hours of lovemaking. “Okay.”
He leans over and kisses me. “I’ll be back.”
Climbing from the bed he slides his jeans on, sans boxers, pulls his t-shirt on, steps into his boots not bothering to tie. He looks like he’s just had marathon sex and in a way he has but Jackson still has this look about him that makes my mouth water.
“I love you.”
“Love you, too.” I whisper back as he heads out of the room.
I lay back in the bed stretching my sore muscles. I hear Jackson’s truck start up and then back out of the driveway. I push the covers off my feet and climb from the bed to head to the shower when I hear a phone ringing. I look around trying to find out where it’s coming from. I spot Jackson’s phone on the floor. It must have fallen out when he was putting them back on.
Picking up the phone I bring it to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hi,” a girl on the other end says.
“Can I help you?”
“Um,” my heart starts hammering against my chest. I sit down on the bed before I fall over. “This is Ally. I was calling for Jackson to see about getting my purse back.”
The phone slips from my hand landing on the floor with a clatter.
Jackson
I am breaking just about every speed limit getting to Alex’s school. I was so wrapped up in Chloe that time seemed to sneak away from us. Thank God, I have a Fraternal Order of Police card from Hunter I can use if I do get pulled over though. Might not get me out of a ticket completely, but at least I won’t get slammed with a speeding ticket that will jack up my insurance and pay fines out the ass. I need to see if Ms. Sanders is the same girl whose purse I have in my truck. From the name on the card to Alex’s teachers name she very well may be the same person. I just want this purse out of my truck and I want to forget it ever happened.
I pull into the school parking lot, park the truck in the same spot as earlier and head up to the school. I wait out by the front door for school to let out along with the other parents. I tuck my hands in the front of my pants rocking back and forth on my heels. I swear I feel every second ticking past.
The doors finally open, some kids start walking towards their parents while other kids go another direction for their buses. I lift up on to my tiptoes looking for Alex but I don’t see him just yet. Finally, a few minutes later I see the top of his head in line with the other kids in his class. Ms. Sanders is leading them down the hall to the front doors.
Alex spots me¸ jumps out of line and runs right into my arms. “Hey, bud!”
“Hey, Dad,” he says with a huge smile on his face, such a difference from this morning.
Ms. Sanders smiles as the other kids run in all different directions. Out of the corner of my eye I catch her left hand with a rock placed on her finger. Fuck, she’s married, this could be real bad. Her eyes meet mine and she walks over towards us.
“Jackson, right?”
I reach down and scoop Alex up in my arms. “Yeah.”
Mrs. Sanders grins at Alex. “He did great today. Alex was even our line leader to computer class today.”
“You were?” I ask him.
He’s smiling so wide his teeth are showing as he nods his head.
Our conversation is about to get really awkward but I need to know. So I take a quick breath and let the words free. “Is your name Ally by chance?”
Mrs. Sanders’ eyes grow wide for a second before she composes herself. “No, my name is actually Aubrey. Ally is my sister.”
I set Alex back down while he talks to one of his friends beside me. “I left a message on your voicemail last weekend,” I explain hoping she’ll help me out of the obstinate situation. It’s highly inappropriate to even be having this conversation but nonetheless it needs to happen so I can put that night behind me.
Mrs. Sanders whose name I now know is Aubrey crosses her arms around her mid-section. “Does anyone ever really check their messages?” She asks with a bit of a smile trying to lighten the mood.
She’s got a point because I rarely do. “True.”
“Well, care to tell me what kind of trouble my sister got herself into this time?”
I cut my eyes over to Alex to make sure he’s not paying us
any attention. He doesn’t need to hear or be involved in any of this stuff. “I found her purse in my truck. I called the last number on her phone which happened to be yours to let you know I had it and wanted to return it to her.”
Aubrey bites down on her lip. “You’re the one my husband put in a taxi.” She says it as all the dots are now connecting for her. “I thought you looked familiar but that night was a little crazy and I didn’t really get a good look at you.”
So that’s who put my ass in the cab. “Yeah, thanks by the way for making sure I didn’t drive home.”
She waves her hand dismissively. “That was the easiest part of the night. I don’t know exactly what happened but you really need to steer clear of my sister.” It’s a warning which sort of confuses me because Ally’s her sister not some enemy.
I hold my hands up in front of me. “Not a problem at all. I just want to return her purse to her and forget it ever happened.” I scratch the back of my head. Maybe not knowing what happened will be better. From the sound of it, this Ally girl seems to be a handful. What’s that saying, ‘What you don’t know can’t hurt you’? Yeah, that’s what I’m going with. “I have it with me in my truck. Let me go grab it so you can give it back to her.”
Aubrey looks around before nodding and following behind me and Alex over to my truck. I make sure to get Alex all buckled in before jogging over to the passenger side and grabbing Ally’s purse.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” Aubrey turns her head away for a minute before looking back at me. “Jackson, I mean it. You really need to stay away from my sister.” She sighs. “You seem like a nice guy and,” she nods her head towards the truck, “you have a little handsome boy. You don’t need to be involved with her. I love my sister, I do, but she just got out of a really bad relationship and her head isn’t screwed on tight. My husband, Keith, and I have been trying to keep her on the straight and narrow even allowing her to stay with us, but it’s putting a strain on my marriage. I’ve had to step back a little.” Aubrey huffs. “I’m sorry for unloading and telling you all this. I just want you to understand what you’re getting yourself into.”
