Chapter Six
Jackson pushed inside Nicky’s mouth, demanding entrance, claiming her with firm strokes of his tongue against hers. God, but she tasted as amazing as she always had, like spring rain and spice and something all Nicky that made him feel the kiss with his entire self— body and soul.
Kissing Nick was nearly as intimate as fucking her. She communicated things with those lips, teeth, and tongue that were beyond words. Mating his mouth with hers had always felt like they were rubbing souls, sharing dreams, devouring a little piece of each other with every press of their lips. All the things they were too young or afraid to tell each other in the old days had been said in those hours spent kissing in the backseat of his Impala. Just kissing, not taking things any further, neither of them willing to risk that the perfection of those stolen moments would be destroyed by going too far too fast.
“Jackson.” She moaned his name into his mouth, her desire clear as her fingers dug into his shoulders, silently imploring him to get even closer, to shove something more serious than his fingers between her legs.
“Do you want me to fuck you again, Nick?” he asked, moving his thumb to her clit even as his other two fingers continued to drive inside her molten heat with slow, even strokes.
“Do you really have to ask?” She hooked one leg around his hips, granting him even greater access to her pussy.
“No, I don’t,” he said, slipping a third finger inside her, drawing another moan from the woman in his arms. The sound vibrated against his lips, making his head spin. “But I’d still like an answer.”
“Yes. God, yes. Please.” She bucked into his hand, sheathing his digits inside her again and again. “I want you.”
“How much?” he asked, feeling how close she was to the edge by the way her cunt gripped his fingers.
She was nearly irresistible when she was like this, so abandoned, so desperate for her pleasure. But he was going to have to resist. If he couldn’t manage to stay the hell away from Nicky, he’d have to do the next best thing— show her who was in control. It was what she secretly craved, any dom with the sense god gave a donut could see that. More important, it was what he had to do. He had to show her he meant business, in the bedroom and out, and that this weekend would be proceeding as he had planned.
What happened to being Mr. Nice Guy?
Fuck Mr. Nice Guy. He’d be Mr. Nice Dom, it was a role that suited him much better.
“Tell me, Nicky. How much do you want me to fuck you?” he asked again, finally getting an answer when he withdrew his hand from between her legs.
“More than anything.” Her words came out on a moan, making it clear how much she lamented the loss of his touch.
“Show me.” Jackson pulled away from her addictive lips, ignoring the slight tremor that rocked through both of them at the loss of contact. Breaking off a kiss with Nicky was like breaking off a piece of himself.
All the more reason to get them back on the right track, the track to mutual pleasure, not the one feeding his own foolish infatuation.
With his hands firmly on her shoulders, Jackson urged her down to the ground. She obeyed without saying a word, though there was a question in her eyes as she looked up at him once she knelt at his feet.
It was a question he answered by flipping open the button of his fly and drawing down the zipper. He tugged his jeans and boxer briefs a little lower on his hips, freeing his turgid length. His cock was already as hard as if they’d been at their little make-out session for hours, not simply a few minutes. All nine inches were thick and aching, the head nearly purple from the massive amounts of blood rushing to his groin. It was amazing he still had enough flowing to his brain to form words, let alone exercise the restraint it took to wait as Nicky devoured him with her eyes.
The lust clear on her face made him crazy, and the tip of her pink tongue sweeping over her top lip made him even crazier. She looked like she couldn’t wait to get his cock in her mouth, to suck him between those full lips and show him what he’d been missing in those eight years away from her.
But she didn’t reach out to take his length in her hands, or lean forward to take him into her mouth. She simply knelt at his feet, waiting for him to tell her what to do, showing she wasn’t nearly as inexperienced with being a good submissive as he’d suspected. In fact, submissive behavior seemed to come completely naturally to Nicky. It was the other stuff that was forced, the defiance, the testing the limits of the man who would dominate her. A bad habit learned from living with a man who couldn’t handle her, no doubt.
Good thing Jackson was sure he was twice the dom her ex-husband had been, or he might have been nervous himself. Nicky wasn’t an easy woman to top. Of course, that’s what made the experience so intoxicating. He was going to have to earn every last ounce of submission he coaxed from the woman at his feet. It was a strangely exhilarating and empowering experience. One he feared might ruin him for any other woman.
How could he go back to those silly girls who hit the BDSM clubs once a week to play when he’d had the chance to test the boundaries of a woman like Nick?
“Do you want me to take you in my mouth?” she asked, licking her lips again, the sight making a pearl of pre-cum leak from the tip of Jackson’s cock.
“Yes,” Jackson said, his voice deeper, rougher than he could ever remember it sounding.
“With pleasure, sir.” A naughty smile flitted across Nicky’s face as she leaned forward, pausing only centimeters away from his swollen tip.
Slowly she rolled her eyes up to meet his and parted her lips, letting her breath warm his eager flesh for one second, then two, before finally taking the plumped head of his cock into the wet heat of her mouth. Jackson did his best not to groan as she lingered there, suckling him, running her teeth lightly over the ridge where head became shaft. For what seemed like hours she played with him, pulling just his tip between her lips then moving away, running her tongue around and around the slit at the end of his cock until he genuinely began to leak.
But even then she didn’t intensify her efforts, only moaned as she lapped away the evidence of his need, as if his cum was the best thing she’d tasted all day. If that was the case, he was certainly going to give her more of what she was craving. Very soon. But when he did so, he’d prefer it to be after he’d fucked that pretty mouth in earnest.
Gritting his teeth to maintain control, Jackson reached down, threading his fingers into Nicky’s hair. He caressed her gently for a moment, sliding his fingers through her silky locks, marveling that anything could feel so soft. Only when he felt the muscles in her neck begin to relax did he fist his hand, claiming control of her in one swift movement.
Nicky sucked in a swift breath, surprise and lust mingling in the small sound.
Jackson looked down into her eyes, holding them as he tightened his grip in her hair, making it clear he was now calling the shots. Then, without a word of warning, without asking permission he tugged her forward. His cock disappeared between her lips and within a few seconds he hit the back of her throat. He paused there, giving her a moment to adjust, to relax the muscles barring his deeper penetration. Then he thrust even deeper. And deeper still, forcing her to take over half of his length. Once he was there, buried as deeply as he thought she could handle, he held absolutely still, watching Nicky’s face.
Her eyes squeezed closed and she seemed to struggle for breath, but only for a moment. Seconds later, she was moaning around his cock, her pleasure in being filled with him obvious. So obvious he wasn’t surprised when he saw her slip a hand between her legs, clearly intending to take care of herself with her fingers while his cock was busy in her mouth.
“No, Nick. Don’t touch my pussy,” Jackson said, accentuating his point by pulling away and then thrusting back inside her wet heat. “You can play with your tits if you want, but don’t touch my pussy.”
He’d done it again, but this time Jackson didn’t regret claiming her pussy as his own. He wasn’t going to fight the rightness of what was happening between them anymore. For the next two days, she would belong to him, every last part of her, from those hazel eyes swirling brown and green to that sweet little pussy he was going to teach another valuable lesson about delayed gratification.
But first, he was going to enjoy a little gratification of his own.
For the next few minutes, the world disappeared. There were no thoughts of Nicky’s tattoo, there was no stress about what this weekend would hold for the two of them, there was no worry about the wisdom of indulging in dom-sub play with the least suitable woman he could have chosen. There was only Nicky.
Nicky’s mouth, hot and eager, sucking him impossibly farther inside. Her tongue rolling against his engorged cock, her hands sliding around to cup his ass, fingernails digging into the muscled flesh until he groaned. Her little moans as he fucked her mouth, the hint of tears glistening in her eyes as his penetration grew more intense, the silent urging of her hands on his buttocks, telling him not to back off, not to stop until he was shooting himself between her lips.
Finally, the combined stimulation was too much. A deep cry ripped from his chest as he came, his cock jerking inside her mouth, cum gushing from his body in thick, hot jets.
“God, Nick,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire as he watched her jaw work. She was swallowing him down, every last bit of fluid, milking his cock dry with a look of such bliss he knew he would have been hard again immediately if nature had allowed it.
After a few moments, she pulled away, slowly, letting his cock slip from between her lips with obvious regret. Only then did she lift her eyes back to his, a new question in their expressive depths.
“Hell, yes. It was the best blow job of my life. Bar none,” Jackson said, his hand softening in her hair again, then moving down to cup her cheek. God, she was beautiful. The face of an angel and the mouth of a dirty little slut.
He laughed softly as he tucked himself back in his pants and zipped his fly. “Do you like being called names?”
“What kind of names?” she asked, her breath coming fast, her brow furrowing as she watched him put away his cock. She wasn’t pleased to see it go, which pleased him far more than it should have.
“Slut. Whore. Things like that.”
She blushed at his words and dropped her eyes to the ground, but a small smile twisted her lips, belying the shy expression. “It depends.”
“On what?”
“No, on who.” She lifted her eyes to his once more. All humor had vanished from her features, replaced by a look of such intensity it made him shiver. Jackson would have sworn at that moment she was seeing into his soul. “If you called me your dirty slut, your whore. . . I think I’d like it very much.”
Jackson struggled to breathe past the wave of lust inspired by her words, and wasn’t surprised to feel his hands tremble slightly as he moved them to his hips. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. That’s so,” she said, her voice pure, aural sex.
“Well, then, is my little slut horny?” he asked, his words not much more than a whisper. “Does she want to get fucked?”
“Yes.” Her breasts were as flushed as her cheeks and her nipples were so tight Jackson knew they had to be aching uncomfortably. She’d been genuinely turned on by what she’d done to him, a fact that blew him away. It was a rare woman who got off on giving a blow job. But then, a true submissive got off on anything that gave her lover pleasure, as did a true dom, for that matter.
Unfortunately, what gave a submissive pleasure could be a little more complicated.
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you,” Jackson said, staring into her eyes, feeling his cock thicken slightly at the heat he saw there. “First I’ll eat that wet little pussy, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream. First your pussy, and then maybe I’ll fuck your ass. Would you like to have me inside your ass, Nick?”
“I want to have you everywhere.” Nicky’s breath came even faster and her hands balled into fists at her sides. It was getting harder for her to wait, to keep from reaching for what she wanted. For a second it made him rethink his plan. But then, the fact that she was nearing the edge of her control was all the more reason to test it.
“I promise it will be more than worth the wait.” He turned back toward the suitcase on the bed, but not before he saw the shocked expression on Nicky’s face.
“Wait?” she asked, in a tone that left no doubt how little she relished the idea. It made Jackson smile, but he was careful to wipe the grin from his face before he turned back to her.
“I’m going downstairs to take a shower,” he said, calmly pulling a pair of white cotton panties and a green sleep shirt from the clothes he’d packed for Nick. “You’re welcome to take a shower up here at the same time. There’s plenty of hot water for both of us.”
“Plenty of hot water?” She laughed, a short, abrupt sound that wasn’t the least bit amused. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“No, I assumed you’d be wanting a shower and prepared ahead of time. There’s girly soap and shampoo and conditioner in the cabinet and a new toothbrush and toothpaste in the drawer.” He zipped the suitcase shut and picked it up, deciding it would be best if he didn’t give Nicky access to the winter clothes he’d brought in case she decided to run. Of course, in her present state of mind, she might decide it was a good idea to run out into the snow in nothing but her nightshirt and bare feet. “We’re about ten miles from the nearest cabin, so I wouldn’t try to make a run for it if I were you.”
“You’re not going to just. . . leave me like this,” she said, gesturing down at herself, as if her state of arousal should be abundantly obvious.
And it was. Damn, but it wasn’t easy to resist crossing the room, kneeling down beside her to take her nipples in his mouth. He could almost feel how perfectly they would stiffen against his tongue, hear how she’d moan as he coaxed her into a state of even more powerful lust. They probably wouldn’t even make it to the bed. He’d end up taking her there on the floor, her long legs wrapped around his hips, his cock buried to the hilt in—
Thankfully, Nicky spoke before the weakness of his mind could become weakness of the body. “Jackson, I swear to god, I—”
“I warned you to stop. Surely you realized there would be consequences for disobeying.”
“Fuck your consequences,” she said, but even with the angry look on her face, he could tell the idea of being disciplined excited her.
“I’ll take care of you in the morning. Sleep well,” he said, toting the suitcase with him to the door, where he stopped to look back at Nicky one more time. “And don’t think about using that detachable nozzle in the shower, or your hand, or anything else. I’ll know if you don’t wait for me and I won’t be happy.”
“I don’t care if you’re happy,” she mumbled under her breath, but he heard every word, just like she’d wanted him to.
In a matter of seconds, he’d dropped the suitcase and was by her side, pushing her back onto the carpet. Her lips met his with a soft cry and her hands shook as she looped them around his neck. He kissed her, softly, insistently, thoroughly, until she squirmed beneath him. Only then did he pull away to watch her eyes as he spoke.
“If you really don’t care if I’m happy, or at least pleased with you, then we should stop this right now,” he said, his voice low and firm. “A submissive takes pleasure from serving his or her dominant, it’s the very definition of the word. So if pleasing me doesn’t give you pleasure, if obeying my command isn’t a gratifying thing in its own right, then you—”
“I’m sorry,” she said, with a vulnerability in her voice that made his heart ache a bit. “Pleasing you does give me pleasure. I just. . . want you so much. It will be hard to wait.”
“I know. Believe me, babe, it’s not going to be easy for me, either. I’ve been wanting to get my mouth between your legs since the second I saw you tonight.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. “But I swear to you, you can trust me. I’ll make it worth your while.”
She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she dropped her arms to her sides. “Okay, go. But first thing tomorrow morning?”
“I’ll have your pussy for breakfast. I swear.” He kissed her one last time, relishing the feel of her moan of anticipation buzzing against his lips before he pulled himself back to his feet.
Jackson was at the door, grabbing the suitcase, and heading downstairs seconds later, without turning to look over his shoulder. If he had, and been forced to see Nicky sprawled nude on the carpet, that come-hither look in her eyes, he knew he never would have had the strength to leave.
Some dom he was.
But then, he hadn’t exactly been prepared to exert the kind of control it took to top a girl like Nicky. He’d never dreamed she’d summon not only the feelings associated with what they’d shared as teenagers but also stimulate the very adult desires he’d acquired since then. He’d finally met his match, the kind of woman he could see himself playing with for the next twenty or thirty years, the strong yet entirely submissive partner he hadn’t dreamed he’d find.
Too bad she was also the only woman who had broken his heart and a person who could not be trusted. He’d never guessed she would leave Carson City the very morning after they swore to spend their futures together and sealed the promise with a pair of matching tattoos. There hadn’t been the slightest sign.
Hell, they’d made love right after he’d finished the work on her shoulder, sneaking into the camper behind their friend Kev in’s house to do it in a bed instead of the car for a change. Even at eighteen, Jackson had known he’d never forget that night, how beautiful Nicky had looked, how excited he’d felt knowing he was going to be in control of his own life.
He’d already had a job lined up as a bouncer at a local bar and was going to be working part-time with the best tattoo artist in town. In a few months, he’d expected to have the portfolio and the money he needed to make the move to Reno, and from there to Vegas. And Nicky was going to get her GED and go with him. They’d had it all planned out.
But then she’d run away, without leaving so much as a note to tell him why. Jackson had shown up at Casa de la Hell and Phil had tried to kick his ass. He’d thought Nicky was with Jack. He’d been wrong, but that didn’t stop him from giving his former foster son a black eye before Jackson landed a few punches to the older man’s ribs and leveled him.
The sound of the water turning on upstairs pulled Jack back to the present, making him wonder how long he’d been standing at the bottom of the stairs with a death grip on the handle of the suitcase and bad memories souring the taste of Nicky’s kiss.
“Too long,” he mumbled aloud. Any time spent dwelling on those old memories was too much time. He’d already learned the lessons he needed from those days. He’d learned not to trust Nicky, no matter how much he’d loved her.
No matter how much he was beginning to think he still loved her.