Page 50 of Mind Pucked

We continue to kiss one another, Jackson nipping at my neck as I lean into the wall. His hands skim under the hem of my shirt, and I can feel our skin-on-skin contact like it’s a host of fireworks.

“Jackson,” I breathe through our kiss. I feel his fingers skid higher as he uses the wall to hold me up. They slide up my shirt until his palms rest on my breasts. He’s pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to get under my bra, and my nipples harden at his touch.

My legs tighten around him as his mouth trails down my cleavage and I arch my head to where it presses into the wall. My breasts heave closer to his face, and he leans down to the top of my breasts and kisses each one.

I pull my fingers free of his hair and grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. We both laugh as it gets stuck on the way over and I fight to get it loose.

“I need to use the restroom,” I say as I throw my shirt to the ground. “Give me five and I’ll be back out.”

With a whimper, he lowers me to the ground. It takes me a few minutes to acclimate myself with the hotel suite and find the bathroom. I go inside and blush at how lavish this place is. This hotel costs nearly as much as a month of rent for my apartment.

I reach down and turn the sink on, splashing water over my face to help calm my nerves. I don’t know what has me so hot and flustered. It’s not like this is our first time, I just feel different now…more.

Of course it could be the alcohol, but I don’t want to admit that to myself.

“Get it together,” I tell myself as I grab a towel and dry my face.

Deep down I know what this is all about. I know I’m slowly tearing down Jackson’s walls. I like that, but part of me doesn’t want to know what I’ll see when I get behind them.

I try not to psych myself up in the bathroom too much, feeling a little guilty and shaky because I’m just too damn attracted to him. I’m not supposed to actually like him…am I?

“What’s keeping you so long?” he purrs from the other side of the door as he knocks.

My heart skitters as I take my perfume and deodorant out of my bag and apply it. I put my hand up to my mouth and breath into my palm, smelling my breath at the same time.

“Ew,” I scowl at myself in the mirror.

I decide not to worry too much about that since we’ve already been kissing, and I make my way to the door. When I open it, Jackson’s sitting on the end of the bed wearing nothing at all, and I run, jumping into his lap, straddling him.

“I seem to be a little overdressed,” I say, seconds before our lips meet.

He hoists me up and turns me to lay me down on the bed, and then he snaps my bra open in the back with the use of one hand…one hand!

My heart flails inside me as I feel my breasts break free. With the same hand, he pulls my bra off me and unbuttons my jeans, all in the same no-effort-needed kind of way.

He lays me back and backs off a little, pulling my jeans off, reveling in the fact that I don’t have panties on.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he says as he crawls over me and leans down, taking my mouth with his.

He trails down my body from my lips to my chin, jaw, chest, and then to my left breast, where he takes my nipple into his mouth, flicking it nimbly with his tongue. He crosses over, kissing a path to where he takes my right nipple in his mouth and does the same.

My hands fist into his hair and I arch at the feeling of his erection at my thigh and the feelings he elicits from me. I feel so free when I’m with him.

“I want you,” I moan as he goes down more, kissing just above my navel and then just below.

“You have me,” he growls as he kisses at the lowest part of my stomach, falling then to the apex of my thighs. “And I have you,” he says eagerly as his lips dip to my molten core. “You’re so ready for me.” He kisses my wetness, then slides his tongue inside me.

I part my legs even more, letting them fall to the bed on either side of him. He slides his hands under my ass and scoots me closer, lifting me up slightly as he squeezes each cheek.

I fight the urge to lock my thighs around his head, and instead I fist his hair and tug a little, arching my back as he moves. He pulls a hand free and slides it forward until his thumb is pressing against my most sensitive spot, lapping up with his tongue as he moves his thumb in circles.

“Jackson…Jackson…” I breathe, and then I shatter around him.

He looks up and smiles at me as he crawls upward, kissing each spot he had kissed before until our lips meet once again. I can taste myself on him and I moan.

“I could do that forever,” he says between broken kisses.

“I could let you.” I smile as he readies himself over me.

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