Chapter Eight
Jackson pulled away from Nicky, looking down at her sprawled naked beneath him, her hair glowing gold in the light. She’d washed off the makeup she’d had on last night and looked the way she had eight years ago. Even the look in her eyes was the same, that vulnerable expression that had always made him feel like the focus of her entire world— at least for the moment.
It would have been enough to make his heart break if he’d let it. But he couldn’t dwell on past losses or betrayals now, not when she looked so beautiful. Not when, strangely, he was the happiest he’d been in years.
“I want to eat my pussy,” Jack said, running his hands up and down the thighs she had hooked around his hips.
“You do?” She wiggled her hips, grinding her center against his erection. “Are you sure you don’t want to save that until after breakfast? You could fuck me now and have your pussy for dessert.”
“I’d rather have my pussy as an appetizer.” He dipped his hand down between them, capturing a bit of her wetness on his fingertips and then bringing them to his lips. She tasted as amazing as she ever had— sweet and salty, with that hint of feminine musk. To him, the taste of Nicky was the taste of pure desire.
It made him even harder, thicker. With his cock pressed tight to where she was so wet, it was tempting to forget the preliminaries and drive straight into where he’d been dying to be since he’d left her last night. But she’d proven she could keep her promises. Now he was going to prove he could keep his.
Besides, he was dying to eat his pussy, to see if Nicky was as responsive as she had been the last time he’d lowered his head between her legs. And, of course, to show her he’d learned a thing or two about giving a woman pleasure since his eighteenth birthday.
“Open your legs. Spread them wide for me,” he commanded, his breath coming faster as he watched Nicky obey. She reached down, grabbing the inside of her thighs, pulling them apart, baring her slit to his gaze.
His cock started to leak again as he took in what was probably the most gorgeous pussy in the world. The delicate lips were a deep pink, and plumped with the force of her desire. Just above, her clit stood firm and erect, and between her folds, her entrance glistened, already dripping wet. She was hot and ready for him, and he was past ready to have another taste of his girl.
“Wider.” He grunted his approval as she moved her hands behind her knees, tugging them up and out, bearing every inch of her sex from clit to ass. She concealed nothing from him. Instead she offered up everything, without hesitation or fear. It was enough to snap the last of his control.
With a groan he lowered his face between her legs, forcing himself to start slowly, to trace the swollen folds of her pussy, to tease her to an even greater state of arousal. He ran his tongue up one side of her entrance and down the other, intensifying his pressure until she moaned and arched closer to his eager mouth.
Only then did he drive slowly inside her, once, twice, her addictive flavor coating his stiff tongue, making his hands shake as he brought them to her hips. His fingers dug into the full flesh there as he began to fuck her with his mouth in earnest. In and out, in and out, he penetrated her with his swift strokes, coaxing even more cream from her body.
“God, Jackson.” Nicky’s breath came faster and her hands dropped to his head, her fingernails tunneling through his short hair and digging into his scalp.
Jackson moaned, humming against her swollen flesh, making her cry out as he moved his thumb to her nub. He circled her clit with a slow, insistent pressure even as the thrusts of his tongue grew faster, deeper. Nicky’s pussy tightened around where he worked inside her and her thighs began to tremble. A glance up the landscape of her body showed her nipples were drawn into tight points, her head thrown back in prelude to ecstasy.
She was close, so close, but he wasn’t finished with her just yet.
Without missing a beat, Jackson moved his mouth from her entrance to her clit, swirling his tongue around and around the erect bud. Two fingers took up the rhythm inside her pussy, while his thumb found the puckered ring of her ass. She was already slick from her own juices, so there was little resistance as he penetrated her, easing his thumb inside the tight hole.
“Jackson!” Nicky gasped his name and spread her thighs even wider, giving him unimpeded access to every inch of the paradise between her legs.
She obviously didn’t have a problem with having his fingers fill her anywhere and everywhere. It was enough to make him wonder how she’d feel about having his cock in her ass. He’d never had anal sex before, and had never been particularly inclined to try it, but for some reason the thought of shoving his cock into Nicky’s second hole made him impossibly harder. It wasn’t a newly discovered kink, it was simply that he wanted to do everything to Nicky, with Nicky. He wanted to explore every inch of her body, claim her mouth, her pussy, her ass, make it clear her body belonged to him, would always belong to him.
“Oh god, oh god.” Nicky panted above him, eager sounds issuing from the back of her throat. “Can I come? Jackson, can I—”
“Come for me, babe. Come on my mouth,” he mumbled against her aroused flesh, then returned his attention to her clit, flicking his tongue across the hard nub as Nicky came with a wild cry.
She bucked beneath him, heels digging into the mattress, pelvis lifted into the air. Jackson moved his hands back to her hips, holding her still as he softly lapped up every last bit of her cream. Only when her breath began to slow and some of the tension left her muscles did he increase the pressure of his strokes once more, playing through her folds with his tongue, teasing her clit with the barest touches here and there.
Within a few minutes, her hands fisted in the sheets and her pussy gushed fresh cream, her arousal so great the slick heat leaked down the sides of her thighs. Finally the sight and smell of her was too much to resist.
Jackson surged over her in one swift motion, shoving his engorged length into where she was so hot, and so very wet. “Fuck, Nicky.” He groaned the words into her mouth, meeting her eager lips with his own, slipping his tongue between her teeth and letting her taste her own salty heat.
“Yes, fuck Nicky. That’s exactly what you should do.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed, urging him even deeper insider her welcoming sheath.
The head of his cock bumped against the end of her and his balls fit snugly in the crack of her ass, but still Nicky flexed her muscles and tilted her hips, as if she could never have him deep enough. Jackson knew exactly how she felt. It wasn’t physically possible to get as close as he’d like to be to her. He couldn’t crawl inside her and share her skin, couldn’t pull her so close their separate bodies fused into one mass of pulsing, aroused flesh.
But fucking her was pretty close.
With a sound closer to a growl than anything human, Jackson pulled back and then slammed home, burying himself to the hilt in Nicky. Slow thrusts all too quickly became swift and desperate as the last of his control vanished in the heat they generated whenever they were together. He rode her, shoving in and out of her slick sheath, setting a brutal rhythm Nicky matched with eager lifts of her hips.
“God, Jackson. Yes!” She came without warning this time, her pussy clamping down on where he moved inside her, triggering his own release so quickly he barely had time to realize he wasn’t wearing a condom.
“Shit.” He cursed as he pulled out of her tight heat, his cock pulsing against her belly seconds later, spilling thick, sticky cum across her stomach. He groaned as his release rocketed through him, sending waves of pure bliss flowing out to every inch of his body, the pleasure at complete odds with the voice inside his head that was screaming he was a fucking idiot for forgetting protection.
Jackson collapsed on top of Nicky a few seconds later, breath still coming faster as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry,” she panted, a smile on her face, though she looked a little confused. “I like feeling you come on me.” She kissed him again, her arms wrapping around him, fingertips tracing patterns on his sweat-dampened back. “I might even be into letting you come on my tits like you were talking about last night. After some breakfast.”
He smiled. “No, I meant sorry for forgetting a condom.”
“Oh,” she said, comprehension dawning. “Well, I’m on the pill and clean. I. . . haven’t had much sexual activity for the past few years. So you don’t have to worry about my end of things.”
“I’m clean, too. I was tested a couple of months ago and I never forget to wear a rubber,” he said, not realizing how true the words were until they were out of his mouth. He had truly never forgotten to use protection. Not a single time in his life.
Shit, no wonder he’d come so fast. He wasn’t used to the bliss of being inside a woman without a latex barrier, especially this woman. “This was the first time that has happened. Ever. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I was just—”
“Overcome by how hot it was to eat my pussy?” she asked, a wicked gleam in her eye.
“I’d imagine that had something to do with it,” he said with a laugh. “It’s an extremely hot little pussy.”
“Hmm, well. Some dom you are, losing control like that. I think you ought to be punished this time.”
“I think you’re right. How about I serve you waffles on my hands and knees like a good little slave?” he asked, unable to resist dropping soft kisses along her bare shoulder as he spoke. It was impossible to keep from kissing her when she was this close.
“I was thinking you could grab a towel from the bathroom and clean me up, but the hands and knees stuff sounds good, too.”
“Yes, ma’am. Your wish is my command.” Jackson leapt from the bed, taking a second to wash his hands and run warm water on a washcloth before returning to Nick with the cloth and a towel. “I have returned, Mistress.”
Nicky laughed. “Do you switch? I mean, I can’t imagine it but I have to ask.”
“No, never. Do you?”
“No. I like being a submissive, no matter what you think,” she said, obviously a little offended. Jackson remembered his words from the night before and felt guilty.
“You know, maybe I was a little too quick to judge with the whole pushy bottom thing. How can you really know something like that about a person unless you spend significant time together?”
“A dom admitting he was wrong?” Her eyes grew comically large. “Gasp! The world must be coming to an end.”
“I don’t know what kind of ‘doms’ you’ve been dealing with, but I admit I’m wrong all the time. I’m only human,” he said, then added with a grin, “Though an exceptionally sexy and masterful human who should be obeyed with humble submissiveness.”
“Right. Is that even a word? Submissivissism— I can’t even say it.” She giggled. “But yes, sir, you are totally sexy and masterful.”
“And don’t you forget it.” He sat down on the bed and scooted close to where she still lay stretched out on her back, looking so satisfied he couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction for being the one to pleasure her so completely. “Now let me get this nasty cum off your gorgeous belly.”
“It’s not nasty cum. It’s very nice cum, actually.” She sighed and closed her eyes as he ran the warm rag over her skin. “It smells like green apple slices with salt on them, just like it always did.”
“You never told me that,” he said as he softly wiped away the last of the stickiness and began to dry her with the towel.
“Yeah, well, I was all shy and shit.”
“Right.”
“I was!” She laughed, belying her words. “Besides, I thought all cum smelled like that. I’d never been so up close and personal with a guy’s spooge until you and me.”
“Spooge? That’s classy.”
“You prefer jizz?”
“Even classier.” He tried not to smile as he crossed the room and threw the towel and rag in the dirty-clothes basket. The decorator really had thought of everything.
This cabin was better outfitted than his house. And he loved the way Patricia had used his suggestion of Nicky’s favorite colors in decorating her room, but still managed to make it look like a woman’s place, not a teenager’s. The little getaway was so comfy, a part of him wished he could stay forever. Forget Miami and his and Christian’s tattooing empire. He could just live here in the woods with Nicky, happy as a pig in shit.
Too bad that scenario was about as impossible as they came.
Is it really? Look at her, man, she still cares about you. A lot. This weekend might have a happier ending than you thought possible.
Jackson pushed the thought away. He couldn’t let himself start thinking happily-ever-after thoughts about him and Nick. That path led to nothing but heartache. He’d just have to enjoy this weekend for what it was— a fun forty-eight hours and nothing more.
“How about jism, or squirt?” Nicky asked, her head emerging from her nightshirt as he turned back to the bed. She’d decided to get dressed. Probably a good thing or their chances of getting out of this bedroom today weren’t going to be good.
“How about plain old semen? Or cum?”
“I knew a guy once who called it baby batter.” She threw him his boxer briefs and pajama pants and started hunting for her underpants. Jackson saw them on the floor a few feet away, but decided to let her look for a while, enjoying the glimpses of her bare pussy as she bent over to look under the bed.
“I don’t want to hear about guys you’ve known,” he said, the idea of anyone else with Nicky making him unreasonably cranky.
“Relax, he wasn’t a lover. He was a guy I worked with at this restaurant in Santa Monica.” She found her panties and pulled them on as she chattered. “He had six kids. And a very sweet, though certifiably insane, wife. I mean, six kids. That’s too much of a good thing if you ask me.”
“How many kids is enough of a good thing? In your opinion?” Jackson asked, ignoring the part of him that said those kinds of questions were the dangerous breed of stupid. He and Nicky were never even going to date again, let alone shack up and start making babies together. How many kids she did or didn’t want was none of his business.
“I don’t know. I always thought I wanted three, but now I think two might be enough,” she said, a wistful look on her face that reminded him she wasn’t the girl he’d known eight years ago. That girl wouldn’t get bummed out talking about making babies. Even at sixteen, Nicky had talked about wanting a big family and kids she would lavish with all the love they hadn’t been given as children.
“What changed your mind?”
“I’ve done some babysitting for girlfriends. Newborns are a lot of work. Especially if you don’t have any help.” She ran her hand through her hair, anger replacing the sadness in her voice. “My husband didn’t like to touch anything human under six months of age. So he wasn’t much help on the nights I was on babysitting duty.”
“Afraid he would break them?”
“No, he called them blobs. Said they weren’t real people until they could do something other than sleep and shit. I think small babies disgusted him.”
“He sounds like a winner,” Jackson said, unable to keep the anger from his voice. What the hell had Nicky been doing with a man like that? Hadn’t she learned enough self-respect to know she deserved better? She’d always despised Phil’s wife for being a doormat to her abusive husband, yet it looked like she’d gotten herself into a very similar situation.
“Derrick is a piece of shit, but I didn’t know that when we were married,” she said, as if she’d read his thoughts. He shouldn’t be surprised. They’d always been eerily connected when they were younger, finishing each other’s sentences so often their friends would make fun of them for it. “There were. . . situations that developed after we were together for a while that changed things between us.”
“What kind of situations?”
“Just. . . unexpected things.” Nicky shuddered, as if the memories of her marriage were repulsive enough to cause a physical response. “But you know, I really don’t want to talk about my stupid past decisions. Let’s go get some breakfast and you can catch me up on all the dumb things you’ve done in the past eight years.”
“Assuming I’ve done such things,” Jackson said, trying to smile and lighten the mood, though a part of him wanted to keep pushing at Nicky, to find out what she was hiding about this Derrick character.
Of course, if he found out the man had been more than emotionally abusive, he was going to land himself in another sticky situation. If her husband had dared to hit Nicky or manipulate her with the threat of violence the way their foster father had his wife, Jackson knew he wasn’t going to be able to rest until he did something about it. And unfortunately for him, he was no longer a minor who could get away with beating the shit out of any guy who hurt his girl.
His girl. God, but he wanted to be able to say those words and have them be true. He wanted Nicky to be his again. For now, and for as long as he could have her. Of all the things he’d worried about when he’d planned this weekend, begging her to come back to him and give them another chance was the very last thing he’d anticipated.
“I’m betting you’ve done a stupid thing or two.” Nicky laughed as she took his hand and pulled him through the bathroom into the bedroom where he’d passed a restless night, knowing he was so close to her. “There’s no way you went straight from law-abiding citizen to kidnapper without a few stops on the crazy train in between.”
“Considering you’re my kidnap victim, you really shouldn’t be finding that funny.”
Nicky paused at the top of the stairs and turned back to him. “I know you would never hurt me, Jackson. Not really hurt me.”
“Even when I alter your tattoo tomorrow?” he asked, the guilt that washed over him at the idea of doing anything to Nicky against her will so strong it sickened him. The longer he spent with her— talking to her, making love to her, laughing with her— the smaller the chance he was actually going to go through with what he’d planned.
“Even if your stubborn ass insists on messing with my tat, it won’t be enough to hurt me. Not really.” She dropped his hand and crossed her arms, the defensive gesture making her look smaller all of a sudden. “I certainly wouldn’t respect you as much as I do now, or trust you. But I’d be fine. You’d have to take a lot more than a tattoo away from me to break me.”
Before he could think of what to say to those words, she’d turned and scampered down the stairs, yelling something about being ready for her slave to make waffles. But he couldn’t seem to concentrate on her words, not when his head was spinning. Lose Nicky’s respect and her trust. His gut reaction to the thought was another nauseating twist of his stomach. He didn’t want to lose her trust. Hell, he didn’t want to lose her, period.
Even remembering the way she’d betrayed him didn’t provide any comfort anymore. He’d loved her when they were kids and meant to keep his promises. That had given him comfort no matter how shattered he’d been by her leaving. He’d at least known he’d acted from a good place, no matter what she’d done.
But if he betrayed her now and abused the faith she’d so readily placed in him— both in the bedroom and out— he was going to be a far more wretched example of a person than she’d ever been. She’d been sixteen, not much more than a kid, and their lives hadn’t been easy back then.
Now he was a successful man with a promising career, friends, money, security— in short, everything he and Nicky had ever dreamed about. If he acted like a lunatic from that place of safety, forcing his will upon a woman who was obviously not in the best place in her life, Nicky would be right to never trust him again. He would be as much a monster as her former husband.
With those cheery thoughts swirling through his mind, Jackson headed down the stairs, no longer certain how this weekend was going to end, just wishing it didn’t have to end at all.