A nip to my inner thigh snapped me out of my thoughts. “You’re not focusing on me.”
Looking down my body at the top of his head, I frowned. “You’re not looking up at me. How the hell do you know I’m not focusing on you?”
He chose to show me the answer without saying the words initially.
His hands skimmed farther down the backs of my thighs from where they’d been on my ass, holding me in place while his tongue took a hard, long swipe between my folds, making my legs shake, and a whimper come out of me.
“That’s why.”
Know it all, asshole.
I’d just opened my mouth to say it out loud, but this time when he licked, he stiffened his tongue and prodded it into my entrance, and all thoughts and irritation fled. It was like the best therapy ever.
And then the race was on. His hands pulled me down so that I was practically sitting on his face now, but I didn’t care about that anymore. Not when his tongue was circling and poking into the places that it was.
When I began to tremble, he pushed two thick, long digits into me as he sucked my clit into his mouth hard. It wasn’t enough to make me come initially, but when his fingers began to rub over the spot inside of me that he knew so well, I detonated.
In fact, I came so hard that I only just remembered in time we were at my childhood home with my dads somewhere around us, and was just in time to catch the scream about to burst out of me with my pillow.
Not giving me a moment to come down, Jackson pulled out from where he was lying, and pivoted so that he was on his knees behind me.
“More?” he asked, his voice sounding rough. When I didn’t answer, he fisted my hair in his hand and moved so that his mouth was next to my ear. “Sasha, baby, do you want more?”
Lifting my head from my pillow, I gasped, “I want it all.”
By the time I’d gotten the third word out, he was pushing into me, his solid length cutting through the wetness that was only for it and its owner. If a penis could have an owner, that is. Really, appendages were part of us, but I’d like to think Jackson’s belonged to me, so maybe I was its owner?
“You have it all,” he growled in my ear, pulling back to thrust deeper into me. “Every last bit of me is yours, only yours.”
And then he reared up with his hand still in my hair and began to plunge into me with a force that almost took my breath away. There were times for soft lovemaking, but then there were times for hard fucking. I loved when he took me either way, but right now, this was totally what I hadn’t known I’d needed.
Tugging on my hair to get me to raise my head, I lifted it and let it drop back on my neck, meaning that my back was slightly bowed, and that the ridge at the tip of his cock repeatedly swept over the spot that’d just blown my mind.
I couldn’t stop my muscles clenching down around him, the tightness making him slow down until he upped the ante and powered through them harder.
Throughout it all, I didn’t think once about the fact we’d made sure to be as quiet as church mice the night before because of my dads. I also didn’t think about the fact that my bed squeaked when the person lying in it sneezed or coughed.
I took it and loved the hell out of every second of it.
I was just thinking about how I never wanted it to stop when I realized how close to coming again I was.
“Sss…rry…” I gasped, meaning to say ‘shit, hurry’ and failing miserably.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand that request,” a disembodied voice came from the small drawer unit next to my bed, making me jump and clamp down around him.
A few things happened all at once.
The first being that I came, and I came hard. It was so intense that my stomach began cramping, and I heard him hiss out a curse as he felt it around his length.
The second was that I bit down on Jackson’s wrist without realizing, to muffle the screech that wanted to burst out of me. At least I had enough sense to do that so that my dads didn’t come running in to see if I was being murdered.
The third was that with my walls spasming around him and my teeth in his flesh, Jackson growled and began to come with me. I could feel the pulses of his dick, almost like little butterflies sporadically knocking into me.
The fourth was that I realized that the voice had come from my phone, and for some reason, ‘sss…rry…’ had sounded like Siri.