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“Why does he doit?”
“That’s for him to tell you, if he everwill.”
“He said something like, ‘it’s what he did.’ Who ishe?”
“Again, that’s not something I can tell you. He talks; they all talk to me in confidence, Summer. I hold all their secrets and all I can do is help them throughit.”
“What do Ido?”
“Be his friend, don’t question him until he’s ready. I warn you, he’s going to feel pretty shitty in the morning, and I don’t mean from the drink. He’s going to be full of shame and guilt, he might disappear for a couple of hours and that’s okay. Let him go. He has to purgehimself.”
“Purgehimself?”
“Purge the guilt, the shame, and the anger that willfollow.”
“How?”
“That’s not something you want to know. Call me if anything else happens tonight, but I’ll expect him at some pointtomorrow.”
Dexter stood and with a pat to my shoulder, he left the way he’d come, down the steps and along the beach to the carpark.
I walked back to Jackson, he hadn’t moved from the position we’d left him in. I lay behind him, curled my body around his, and placed my arm across his chest, careful not to touch hiswounds.
It was at some point during the night, I felt his hand close over mine. I hadn’t slept but dozed on and off. He gave my hand a squeeze, and I flexed my fingers on his chest to let him know I’d felthim.
He brought his knees closer to his chest; I tucked mine in behind him. My face was close to the back of his neck and I kissed it. I breathed in his scent, his aftershave, his sweat, and Jack Daniels. He murmured something under his breath, I didn’t catch what he’d said but I kissed him again. He straightened his legs slightly, and slid my hand down his stomach, to where I’d left his jeans open. I wasn’t sure if he was completely awake or if he was conscious of what he was doing. My fingers slid through the downy hair until I reached his hard cock. I closed my hand around it and heard him sigh. He straightened his legs further and rolled slightly onto hisback.
I slid my hand up and down, and ran my thumb over the tip, catching a drop of fluid. A small moan left his lips but his eyes stayed closed. I released his cock and pulled on his jeans to lower them a little. I closed my fist around him again, feeling the metal bar he had pierced on the underside. I watched as his chest rose and fell, his breathing quickened as I pleasured him. His lips parted and his tongue ran across his lowerone.
His cock felt so silky and smooth in my palm. I let my nails gently scratch against him and I heard the sharp intake of breath. I felt him shift and slightly raise his hips; I upped the pace and squeezedharder.
His hand gripped the bedding at his side as I brought him close to his release. Tears rolled down my cheeks as he came. His milky cum spurted over my hand and coated my fingers as I pumped him dry. He moaned out loud, he arched his back off the bed, and I saw one tear leak from his closed eyes. I gently kissed the tear away as he slumped back onto thebed.
He didn’t speak, nor did he move. I climbed from the bed and headed to the bathroom. After washing my hands, I grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned him up. I pulled his jeans back up to his hips and sat on the edge of the bed for a while, just looking athim.
I quietly closed his bedroom door and headed to my own. I peeled off my shorts, my top and underwear, and lay on the sheet. It was too warm to climb underneath. I was frustrated, aroused, scared. I was all emotions mixed up. Despite his drink-fuelled brain, had he wanted to fuck me, I think I would have lethim.
I ran my hand down my stomach; I needed to get some relief. Pleasuring myself wasn’t something I had done much of. My fingers trailed over my opening, spreading the wetness to my clitoris, which throbbed. A heat travelled over my skin from my stomach to my neck. I was desperate for my release but unable to achieve it. I kicked my heels against the bed and growled out infrustration.
I heard his footsteps across the floor and quickly pulled my hand away. I opened my eyes to see him beside the bed and my cheeks flamed. He didn’t speak as he climbed on at the bottom and positioned himself between my thighs. He propped himself up on his elbows, his hands rested on my hips, and while he kept his eyes fixed on mine; he lowered hishead.
I heard him inhale before his tongue swiped over me. I wanted to raise my hips from the bed. A spark of electrical current surged over my body and I gasped. I placed my hands on his head and gripped his hair. He licked, he sucked gently on my clitoris, and he pushed his tongue inside me. I was a mass of static, of heat, my legs quivered and my stomach knotted with pleasure. I tilted my pelvis; I wanted his tongue deeper inside me. I cried out his name and felt his fingers dig into my skin as I did. Tears rolled down the side of my face as wave after wave of pleasure, of desire, washed over me. I brought my heels closer to my backside and let my knees fall to the sides. I wanted to give him as much access as he needed. He forced his face closer to me and his mouth covered my opening. I could feel his breath on my burning skin and when he moaned, that was my undoing. My body convulsed and I screamed out as Icame.
I’d never had an orgasm from oral before. I’d never felt the emotions coursing through me; I’d never felt the heat that continued to travel over my skin, followed by goose bumps. I’d never felt anything like Jacksonbefore.
He raised his head, his chin glistened, and I watched as he swiped his tongue over his lips. He placed his lips on my pubis and his tongue gently swirled around in my hair. He kissed up to my navel and very gently sucked the dragon into his mouth. It stung as the bar pulled against the newly made hole and I think that was hisintention.
While his mouth explored my body, he removed the film from my tattoo. As I came down from my orgasm, his tongue swiped over his artwork. I was struggling to catch my breath and had closed my eyes when I felt him move above me. He placed his hands either side of my head, and I opened my eyes to see piercing dark blue staring back at me. He lowered his head to the side of myneck.
“Thank you,” hewhispered.
Then he rolled to one side and stood. Before he left, he leaned down and his fingers trailed down my cheek, catching the tear before it dripped onto thesheet.
“I want you so badly, but right now, I want to sort out my headmore.”
I watched him walk away. Once he’d left the room, I pulled the sheet around my body, not for warmth but protection. I curled into a ball and cried into mypillow.
