Page 77 of Pick Me

“Everything is fine.”

“Then why is your face green?”

“Is it?” I glanced around him into his bedroom, seeing a messy pile of clothes on the floor and the blue light of his computer screens. “I think I need to lie down,” I said as my stomach started rolling.

He nodded. “Agreed.” He opened the door wider, an invitation I wasn’t sure I would or should take. My feet felt like they were stuck in cement as Jackson turned and walked straight to his bed.

Wait, why was I walking?

Taking in his room, I almost knocked into him. Messy, dark, but it surprisingly smelled good.

“Navy-blue sheets?” I said, inspecting them with a curled lip as though they offended me. They kind of did.

“Yes?” He sat on his bed, bouncing on the mattress as though that would entice me to follow suit.

I held back a laugh, and a grunt came out.

“Something wrong?” he asked, caressing the spot next to him.

“Uh, nothing.” I shook my head, hoping it would help me get my thoughts together. “I don’t know, navy blue seems too sophisticated for someone like you.”

“What color were you expecting?”

I raised my hand, feeling like the conversation was futile. What the heck were we even doing? Talking about the color of his bedsheets straight after he ate me out. Yeah, that was normal.

“I don’t know. Banana yellow.”

His grin stretched wide as he leaned in, his hands finding my hips with a firm grip. I glanced down at the connection, startled but unwilling to stop him. The heat of his touch seeped through me, a lingering echo of everything those hands had done. His fingers were so thick, and I’d never felt fuller than when I was stuffed full of him.

I wanted it again, and I kind of hated myself for it.

“Funny you should say that.” He pulled me closer until I was nestled between his legs and looked up at me. What was it about having Jackson below me that made me feel so powerful? So in control?

He reached back, pulling his comforter off, revealing bright-yellow sheets. “You’ve got to be kidding me?”

“Honestly, it’s all usually yellow. I just had to change everything out, and this was all I had.”

He wrapped my arms around his neck and directed me to thread my hands through his thick wavy hair, pulling me in so our lips were mere inches away.

“I got them a little dirty while thinking about you coming all over my crotch last night.”

“I didn’t come on your crotch.”

“No, but I have a great imagination.”

“You wouldn’t need it if you didn’t leave girls hanging on kitchen counters.” I kissed him, then pushed him onto his bed.

He propped himself up, his gaze locking onto mine with a sharp intensity. “If you’re coming into my room, it’s because you walked in here. I’m not forcing anything. I want you to get exactly what you want.”

“Do you always talk this much?”

I straddled him, kissing him again. He cupped my cheek, holding me in place as I rocked into his erection. He was letting me take, take, take, and I was getting off on it.

He speared his hips to meet mine and licked the seam of my lips, deepening the kiss. My hips grinded faster, then I stopped. Jackson opened his eyes, confusion marring his face. I took it all in. The agonizing anticipation in his eyes, the feel of his fingers pressing into my skin. I loved that he was letting me control him.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Pyro,” he whispered against my mouth.

I smiled, looking him in the eyes as I gently rubbed my nose across his. “Do you like this?”

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