I nod my head, words failing me. A bit helpless and weak in the knees.
“Open the door, Little Cub.” He bends down and kisses my neck as I fumble to open the door. He follows me when I finally get it open. Jackson lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him, stroking his cheek as he walks.
I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling his stubble rub against my cheek. “I want to keep you like this.”
“You’ll always have me, Little Cub. Until the grim reaper finds me. Until our roads end.” He kisses me softly, sealing us together, fates be damned, for the road ahead.
Without warning, his kiss turns hungry, like he’s been starving for a taste. I drown myself in his kiss, melting into his touch. We finally make it to the bedroom, and I can’t help but wonder what’s ahead of me.Let him be rough, let him give you what you need.
To my surprise, he turns around, sitting on the edge of my bed so that I’m straddling him.Devour him. I take his lips again, slipping my tongue between his lips. His hands grip my hair, yanking me back. “Someone’s being greedy and impatient.”
“We both need this. Either let me have what I want or let me go,” I growl out. I’m not playing this game anymore.
“Never,” he hisses, kissing me again. His hands roam under my shirt, caressing my breast, finding my hard nipple and skimming it with his thumb, toying with it. With a small moan, I buck against him, grinding myself into his lap.
“Take your shirt off.” It’s a simple command, and I don’t hesitate to obey. His eyes practically bulge out of his head as he takes in my black push-up bra. “This for me? Were you hoping I’d show up?” He plays with the fabric, pulling and twisting, teasing me with every stroke of his fingers.
“The possibility crossed my mind.” I sit up to give him more of a view, but he doesn’t let me go, both his hands roaming like he can’t keep them to himself. I’m one step ahead of him: I unhook it and watch his face as he takes in my half-naked form.
His eyes go dark as I grind against him, feeling him rock hard against me. He takes a nipple in his mouth, teasing it, licking, sucking. I’m practically already floating towards my orgasm. “You keep doing that and I won’t last.”
He releases me with a popping sound. “Don’t worry, Little Cub. I’m not stopping until we’re both spent.”
He undresses himself as I watch, and I can’t help but trail kisses down his rippling muscles. I can hear his breathing staggering, trying to remain in control. His knuckles brush against my backside, palming my ass through my jeans.
“Off.” That one word has me scrambling to I crawl off him and unbutton my jean shorts, allowing the fabric to fall to my feet.
Jackson props himself up on his elbows, enjoying his view. He looks like a starving man, licking his lips, fixated on one thing. “Good girl. Now, crawl back over here.”
I sink down to all fours and crawl, lifting myself onto the bed to straddle him again. I meet his lips and he nips at them, flushing heat down my spine. A deep, primal rumble sends chills down my body, pebbling my skin. His hands grip my ass again as I grind against him, craving the pressure of our bodies together. I want to get my hands on him. With all the force he has, he moves me closer to the headboard, crawling down my body until my pussy is inches from his face.
“Hang on to the headboard and don’t let go.” I do as he commands, and he grips my thighs, pulling me closer to his face. I practically yelp as Jackson circles his tongue around my clit, alternating between sucking, licking, and nipping, bringing me closer to the edge with each movement of his tongue. He’s relentless, making me tremble with every stroke, my orgasm building, right there on the edge. My breath staggers and I try to lift off him, but I’m immediately pulled back.
“Jackson, I’m not going to last. Please.” I’m begging now and I don’t particularly care.
I see my wetness smeared across his face, a smile on his lips. “You know what to say.”
He turns back to my pussy like a man on a mission.Fuck, I signed up for this.
“Alexander, please.” It’s like he was waiting for me to say his name. He tongue-fucks me into delirium, and the waves of my orgasm flutter from top to bottom. My body trembles, and once I’m squirming with sensitivity, he releases me. I go to reach for his pants, but he stops me.
“Patience, and maybe I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” Red rushes to my cheeks with that promise.
He finishes undressing himself and I’m salivating as his cock springs free. He’s hard and big, and I can see the slight pulse of the blood rushing to his head. What a sight: a god sculpted to perfection. What’s better: he’smine.
My mind spirals at those words.He’s mine.A month ago, I would have panicked at them, hunkering down in fear. But the words Brittany said resonate again. Love being about the roads that come with it.
He slides back up my body and I gasp as he roughly stretches me with two fingers. Still sensitive and coming down from my high, I arch my back.
“Responsive, tight, and wet. That’s my girl. Tell me what you want.” He slowly pumps his fingers in and out. He knows what I want. Each thrust hits every nerve, every spot that makes me see stars. The sound of wetness fills the room, and I know I won’t last long again. “Better tell me, or you’ll just come around my fingers. Again.” He plants kisses around my collarbone, smiling as I squirm my hips to find the best angle.
“Alexander..”
“Yes, darlin’?” He nips at my chin.
“I need you inside me.”
“But I am.”