I get up on his lap, spreading my legs and going full on lap dance. The music talks about sex and desire as I grind on him, alternating between rubbing my nearly leaking breasts in his face and sliding my ass along his crotch. Every grind pulls the thong against my clit, my lips drenched and making a wet spot on his boxers. My pussy is wide open from the thong, and the scent in the air is so intensified with sex I can’t help but chase the climb towards orgasm.
Then Jackson snaps.
“Turn around. Ass in my face.” He halts my movements as he places his hands on my waist. His fingers dig into my hips with as much strength as he has in him.
I do as I’m told, using the bed to elevate me enough so he can reach me. The moment my ass is in my face, he grabs my thong and rips it apart, leaving me fully exposed to him. He buries his face in my sex, licking and sucking and slurping the juices up like it’s his last meal. He lifts a hand, sliding two fingers inside of me and finger fucking me. Hard. Before I know it, I’m moaning his name and teetering on the edge of orgasm.
And then I tip. “Jackson.” I moan, orgasming so hard I can feel myself coming on his fingers and face. He groans loudly, eagerly taking everything I have to give and more.
Once I come down, my shaky legs collapse to the bed. I lay there, face down and breathing heavily. I can hear Jackson behind me breathing heavily as well. Out of control. That entire experience was out of this world and out of control.
Rolling over, I glance up at him and see him watching me in awe. I glance down at his crotch and see his wet boxers, cock laying beneath them with no erection.
“Stop. That was amazing.” He mumbles. “Come here.”
I crawl off the bed, going over to him and kissing him. I taste myself on his tongue, and I dive my tongue between his teeth. I glide my tongue along his and relish in our mixed flavors.
“Are you sure you're all right?” I ask when I lean back, running my hand down his face.
“Quit questioning shit. I’m good.” He grabs my face, smashing my lips to his again, and I fall, fall deeper into Jackson than I’ve ever been before. I fall so deep into him that I lose a part of myself that night. I lose a piece of me and he takes it with no remorse.
A piece of me that was likely his to begin with.
14
Cara
The next morning, Jackson is back to his usual, grumbling self. He’s always this way before a physical therapy appointment. He doesn’t like failing, and every time he leaves the appointment not walking, that’s a failure to him.
“Are you ready?” I ask him from the living room. He’s taking extra-long in the bedroom today. I think he’s hoping I’ll cancel. When I woke up this morning, his hands were all over me. He wanted a repeat of last night. We settled for him curling his fingers inside of me so far, he pulled the orgasm out of me. I screamed his name and gave zero fucks knowing the neighbors probably heard.
“I’m here.” Rose walks in, face flushed with a glow I haven’t seen in a while.
I give her a look, and she gives one back.
“What’s up with you?” I ask.
“Why? What’s up with you?” She asks.
I circle my finger in her face. “You’ve got this… weird glow.”
She presses her hand against her cheek, her skin pinking up even more. “Me? You’re the one that looks like she just had her mind blown.” She lifts her eyebrows.
I open my mouth to dish, but the whirr of Jackson’s chair sounds and I look over my shoulder, watching him move towards me with a blank look on his face.
“Stop with the mood, Jackson. We have to go.” I look over at Rose. “We’ll talk later.”
“Mhmm. We’re definitely talking later.” She walks over to Wesley and picks him up off the floor where he’s having tummy time. The rattle in his hand is filled with drool. Everything lately goes in his mouth. Which means everything is damp and has the scent of milk on it.
Gross.
“Sounds good. We’ll be back in about an hour or so.” I take the keys from Rose, giving her