Jackson

by Mary Potter

Chapter 6

  JACKSON

  T hinking about Kayla is easy. It’s in the burning images of my mind. I see her smiling face. I see her chest inside that uniform top. I didn’t get to see any details, but I caught a hint of soft cleavage from her undone buttons at the collar. She is a sexy little thing that I want, and I know it probably will never happen. We can play word games and throw around erotic hints. But with me lying in the dark of the suite, I throw back my sheets so I can lay naked. I run my fingers over my chest. I feel the thin chest hair and my nipples poke when I touch them with my fingertips. I like the feel of fingers on my nipples. I like a lot of things that make me feel good but never say anything to the lovers I’ve had in the past.

  I don’t know why it was so easy to talk to Kayla and not someone I’ve known more intimately. Here is a girl that’s working at the hotel that I feel more open with than most of the women I’ve known for years. I know Kayla a total of maybe an hour. From the time I saw her in the Jacuzzi and the little rousing conversation, we had in a few minutes. I’ve never wanted a woman more than I wish for Kayla at that moment.

  I’m holding off touching my cock. Not because I can’t last when I jerk off. But because I want to think a little more about Kayla, I want to envision her as a whole woman instead of something that will gratify me. I mean, she’s going to fuck me. That’s the fantasy. She’s going to use her universal passkey for the hotel rooms, and she’s going to come into my room.

  In anticipation of her coming into my room, I left the in-room security latch open. I want to hear that passkey click and the door lock hum so she can come inside. I can almost hear it over the hammering of my heart. My cock is throbbing stiff. I feel it tapping my flat stomach hard, begging for my hand to stroke it.

  KAYLA

  R oom 412 is in front of me. I am trembling. I can feel my heart fluttering. My damp hand grips the credit card passkey so tight that I fear I’ll bend it. I take a deep breath, and I don’t want to over-think about what happens when I open that door. It can go a lot of different ways. But what I want is only a few feet away.

  It’s late. It’s a weekend. The hotel is at 23% capacity. We have more empty rooms than during the offseason. It’s as easy as me sliding that stiff card into the tight slot and see what happens next.

  Before I back out of the hottest thing I know I’ll ever do in my life, I press the card key into the door slot. The LED light turns from red to green, and the door hums, clicks, and I slowly push on the door. The trick is to know if Jackson absolutely wants me in that room. If he closed the swing bolt at the top of the door, I’d feel the catch without making too much noise. This way, I can only feel half-mortified instead of all the way humiliated. But it’s free of the swing hand lock. I don’t wait too long before I slip inside.

  There is a sense in the rooms when people are in them. It sometimes happens when there isn’t anyone around too. But this isn’t that kind of story. I know someone is in the room even though I can’t see him. I have a direct view of the window facing the bay. I see its open enough to illuminate the hotel room in outside ambient light. It’s pleasurable mood lighting without trying too hard.

  I stand just inside the doorway. I can hear my heart hammering in my ears. I can feel it in my throat. I smell the fresh scent of mild soap and fruity shampoo. Jackson showered when he got back to the room. I can’t see him. I know he’s there. I see the edge of the bed closest to the window. Its got sharp folded corners and crisp sheets. He’s in the bed closest to the bathroom wall. The one bed I can’t see from the little hallway unless I step by the open bathroom door and deeper into the room. I have to either move forward or open the door and slip out. I need something to convince me that Jackson wants me, and it wasn’t just overtly sexual banter. That’s when he tells me everything is going to be okay. I hear him whisper.

  “Oh, Kayla.”

  Chapter 7

  JACKSON

  I am lost in my fantasy. I can’t help but play out a million different things in my head that brings Kayla into my room. I call for room service, and she appears on an hors d’oeuvre platter for my feasting. I call for more towels as we’re acting out a raunchy 80’s sex romp. But Kayla is a classy, curvy young woman, and she sees me with those penetrating eyes. I think about her slipping into the room in the dark. I imagine her using that passkey, and she’s there at the edge of the bathroom corner, just out of sight.

  I think she can see me lying naked on the bed on my back. I have my right hand around my stiff cock and my left hand caressing my smooth balls. I love the feel of hands on my cock. I love the idea of Kayla watching me from the corner. She can see me stroking my cock from the shadow of the tiny hallway because it’s deep black there, and I can’t see her. She can lean over just enough to see my feet, my legs open, my thighs tense, and she can see my thick cock so hard in my hand that it takes her breath away.

  I imagine her watching my lower half because it’s the perfect angle from the dark. She sees me stroking, and Kayla opens her uniform, undoes the top buttons, and reaches inside to play with her nipples watching me stroke my cock. And I know her other hand reaches under the skirt, and her fingers press against the soft material of her panties over her pussy. Kayla can rub herself and watch me masturbating, and I can’t see her. And I need her, and I can’t hold off.

  “Oh Kayla,” I whisper in the dark.

  That’s when I know it’s not just a fantasy. I see her peeking around the corner. Her soft face is alabaster in the limited available light. I see her biting her lip as she takes silent steps deeper into the room. She has me right where I want her.

  KAYLA

  H ow can I not want to be with this handsome man? His hand around his cock, there is enough length and thickness for another hand. It’s as big as Maria says. My flesh and blood attractive cop with the huge cock is her fantasy man.

  “I don’t know,” I whisper.

  But Jackson is off the bed. He rushes to me. I can smell the soap on his skin as his arms envelop me. I feel his nakedness against me. He presses me against the wall between the bed and the bathroom, and his mouth is on my mouth. He tastes like arctic breezes and hot sex. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and his left hand gathers my hands together over my head. Jackson has me against the wall. It is hard and passionate, and I can’t free my hands because his fingers lace over mine. His free hand unbuttons the last button on my uniform top. It’s enough for his hand to slip between my bra and my skin. I feel his fingers press against my breast. I have dense, meaty breasts, and his fingers dig at my skin, probing across the slope. Jackson’s fingertips touch my nipple, hard, and aching. And when he pinches it, I whimper into his mouth.

  The uniform, it’s too restricting. I need Jackson. I need him.

  “Please,” I say over his tongue. He breaks the kiss. “Please, take me.”

  Chapter 8

  JACKSON

  S he is here in the hot flesh. I can taste her mouth and feel her hard nipple against my thumb and her big beautiful tit in my hand. Kayla trembles against me, and she wants me because I can feel her squirming to get out of her uniform like its fabric suddenly scorches her body. I want to help Kayla, but she’s shrugging out of the pink housekeeper dress faster than I can get my hands on her. I stand next to her, naked. Kayla grabs the hem of the skirt and pulls it overhead and flings the dress to the floor. She bends over to pick at the laces of her quiet white shoes. My cock is still semi-stiff, and I am close enough to her that my thigh brushes against her hair. It’s like an electrical spark. I feel her hand grab my leg and run up between my legs at the same moment she’s out of the shoes.

  Kayla murmurs as she grabs my cock in one hand and pulls me close against her for a kiss. Her mouth is alive; her tongue jams into my mouth like she’s fucking me with her tongue. It’s incredible. She’s so passionate. I want her. My hands cascade over her hips. My fingers find the soft fabric of her panties. She’s still in the bra, her panties, and the little white ankle socks. I pull Kayla
with me to the bed, backing up until my calves bump against the mattress.

  I begin to slip backward, and Kayla lets me land seated on the bed. I can see her in the dark.

  KAYLA

  H e is a man of incorrigible passion. His firm, muscular body, and that unbelievable straight stiff cock between his legs, Jackson has everything I’ve ever wanted in a man, and I know there is so much more. Be damned my job if anyone ever found out. I will have this man tonight, and if I scream with every orgasm I know he brings me, I want everyone in the hotel by the sea to know Jackson fucked me hard, and it’s never going to end.

  I unhook the bra strap. The restricting bra drops to the floor. Jackson stares at my tits in the dark. I have big, heavy breasts that are high up and firm enough for him to take in both hands. Before he can reach for me, before Jackson can put his mouth on my nipples and tease the erect nubs with his teeth, I slip off my panties. They are soaked from my fingering earlier, seeing his huge cock hanging out his shorts. I have that secret, an image I will play over and over in my head when I fantasize about Jackson when I am alone again.

  Right now, I don’t need fantasy. He is here in front of me. His huge stiff cock lies against his thigh when he sits on the bed. The mattress squeaks with the movement. I cannot wait to have him. I cannot wait to feel that thick cock inside me. But I need my mouth on it, and I drop on my knees and grab his cock. My hand, so small against the girth of it, the head of his cock is slick with precum, and I press my mouth against it. I love the texture of the hot, soft flesh and the firmness underneath. I taste his precum, and it makes me moan because it is spicy and sweet, and its because I made him hard.

  “Oh, Kayla,” he whispers. I want to suck on him. I want to feel his cock erupt in my mouth. I stroke the base of his cock as I suck on the head. He opens his legs, his hips rise. My free hands slide up his thigh, and I graze the inside of his leg. I have two hands on Jackson, and he’s moving slowly up and down, his hips gently gyrating against my mouth. I can’t take the entire length of his cock in my mouth. But I can squeeze the base, hold it straight up with my mouth on him, draining and coaxing the precum out of him. I feel that cock flex in my mouth, another wad of precum pumps out. I moan. I tease his balls with my fingers, I slide my fingers under his big, soft balls and stroke his taint. It’s that magic place on a man that makes them submit to all things womanly. He is mine then, and if I had a cock, I would enter him. But my fingers brush around his tight and trembling ass.

  I feel Jackson’s hands pulling at my hair. His fingers are grabbing my thick waves, and he’s pulling me away. He wants my mouth off his flexing cock before he cums hard and heavy in my throat. I break the contact, and I rise to meet him. I feel his wetness around my lips. I kiss his chest as I climb up on the bed over him.

  His fingers find my breasts hanging over him. His mouth mashes against my mouth. He tastes his sex on my tongue, and he groans with taboo pleasure.

  Chapter 9

  JACKSON

  K ayla is a revelation in the dark. A sexual predator who knows what she wants. She has devoured my cock. She has tasted my precum, and Kayla rises against me, and I need to feel her. I want my fingers to press, caress, and probe all of her. I feel her velvety flesh under my palms. She is soft and supple, and Kayla is all mine. I feel her pussy wet against my fingers. I kiss her hard and taste myself on her tongue as I suck on it. My fingers slip inside her, two thick stiff fingers that climb into her pussy, and Kayla is panting against my mouth. She needs me inside her. But I need her sex on my tongue. I use the strength of my arm as my fingers hook gently against her, and I pull slightly.

  She knows what I want. She wants the same from me. Kayla climbs over me on the bed like I am a summit she must conquer. She climbs higher, my fingers pull out of her, slickness across her soft ass, and I grip her round luscious ass and pull her, bring her up to my chest. I can feel her pussy lips kissing my stomach, then my chest, and finally, her thighs drop on either side of my cheeks. I know the bristles of my whiskers scrape against her legs. Kayla lowers her hips down. Her perfect body envelops my face.

  I breathe deep, inhaling her intoxicating scent. My lips kiss her hot, moist pussy lips. I feel her quiver against my mouth. I feel her shifting and opening for my mouth to take her. My tongue is long and robust, and I run it over her pussy and probe inside her channel, and I hear her whimpers. It is like I am inside her, under the waves, and I am part of her. My mouth presses against her, and my tongue probes her, and I am searching.

  My hands on her back, I feel her rocking against my face. She wants me to keep hunting, to keep probing. She can feel my tongue pressing against her clit, and she shudders. I grip her hips, and I hold her firm and lift her, so I get a gulp of fresh air from between her thighs, cold against my wet chin. And I flick and tickle, and fuck her clit with my tongue. I can feel Kayla writhing, squirming, grinding against my mouth. She wants to handle it.

  “I need you,” I whisper. She trembles. Her thighs quiver against my cheeks. I know she’s so close. I can’t stop. I cannot prevent the flicking of my tongue, or the tsunami wave of the orgasm will subside. I need to breathe, but I need Kayla’s orgasm. I need to feel her clit engorged with blood as she embarks down the other side of the giant wave that builds against my tongue. It’s there, right there. So close. I can feel her tipping…right…now.

  KAYLA

  I t’s impossible to share the details with a man how the intensity of the best orgasm in the world happens, and it is mind-blowing and body shuddering, and transformative, and enlightening. There is a plethora of feelings and a multitude of sensations that coincides with the greatest of orgasms. It isn’t just in my pussy. It doesn’t only impact my clitoris against Jackson’s incredible and athletic tongue. It is a whole part of me that breaks off and falls away, and Jackson has me, and I am jammed against his mouth as my body rocks uncontrollably. I scream out in the most incredible pleasure. The right orgasm creates sounds in a woman that are unmistakable. I know Jackson knows he’s made me orgasm because he is a fantastic lover.

  I lean back, reach behind me, and I find that huge cock lying stiff against his stomach. I am still riding that orgasmic wave when I pull my quivering pussy off his mouth, and in the same bouncing movement, I slip my knees over his arms and lean back. It’s so big that I can feel the swollen head of his cock is more significant than the dildo I use. It is a living, stiff pulsing creature that needs my pussy to nestle, and I want to feel him erupt inside me.

  I suck air. It’s as deep and pleasurable as a dip in the best tranquil body of water that I’ve ever had against me. Pressing down on Jackson’s stiff cock, pushing it deeper and deeper, slowly rising, opening myself to take all of him in me, I gasp. He is thick and massive, and I feel my pussy grab his shaft as I work it deeper and deeper inside me.

  I know I’ve reached the apex because Jackson moans. He can feel every bit of me, and I am riding him. I grab at his chest. My fingernails rake against his skin. I gallop against him. I feel his rhythmic motion matching my gallop. We are one creature now, joined at the hips in the dark of the hotel room, and I can hear Jackson’s heartbeat unifying with my hammering heart. We are linked forever, and Jackson is climbing higher and higher. I feel that second tsunami wave reaching its zenith again.

  In the dark, I turn my face from the ceiling to look down on him. Jackson is already watching me. He’s watching my tits bounce, and he sees my eyes sparkling in the dark. And I am murmuring his name. I feel his cock growing stiffer. I feel his balls tighten against me, and I hear the slap of our bodies from the slick wetness that is washing over us.

  And he grunts. His fingers dig against my hips. He’s there, right there. I know it because he’s pulled another incredibly intense orgasm out of me. I can feel my clit tickled by his pelvis and pubic hair and his cock flex inside my pussy.

  He’s watching me cum, and it’s too much for him because the moment I slow down, the moment it takes for my vision to clear, that’s when I see his fac
e. The unmistakable instant that I feel Jackson is part of me now, forever. I feel his enormous cock begin to spasm. I feel his cum climbing up his enraged cock, and he pumps that cum deep inside my pussy. It is like hot lava baptizing my insides, and I know from that moment, he is mine, and I am his forever.

  I ride the waves after the storm and lean over him. I feel Jackson’s huge hot arms around my back, and he pulls me against his chest. We are still feeling the aftershocks, and I move my hips to pull away, but Jackson squeezes me. He whispers in my ear.

  “Please, please, I want to stay inside you a little while longer.”

  Epilogue

  JACKSON

  M y time away from home ends in the week, and the fumigation of my condo was a resounding success. I am a new man, living a new dream, and this time I am not alone. I have Kayla, who is a vision and light, and someone I cannot believe I have in my life. Some things change, and others stay the same, because while Kayla and I begin a new life together, she embarks on a career path that is explosive and important to her. One thing I can say about my love; whatever she wants, Kayla will get it.

  It takes weeks for her to start making changes at work. When she applies to the hotel manager position, Kayla doesn’t have a lot of hope. But I know her. I know what she’s capable of. And I know once she sees the finish, she can find the beginning.

  It turns out Kayla had competition for the top spot at the hotel. She doesn’t have a college degree. But she has the passion and the experience. Kayla is a woman that I feel is the best thing that ever happened to me. And if it weren’t for her taking a chance in the middle of the night, I’d never have met her and stayed with her forever.