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24
Summer
“Oh, shit! I got a reply from the uni, Jack,” Ishouted.
He was in the shower and I’d rushed into the bathroom. “Look, I got an email and I fucking missedit.”
He stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack. He’d only been home an hour from a night at thebar.
“What does it say?” heasked.
“I didn’t get aninterview.”
UC had emailed me, I had applied too late, but they mentioned that I should reapply when the new term started. I took that to mean, sometimes students dropped out and I might be able to get inthen.
“Ah, baby. Don’t be disappointed, Dex is looking at other options for you, aswell.”
“You know what? I’m not. It was probably a little too optimistic thinking I’d walk straight in anyway. But now I have to panic about avisa.”
“If we can get you on other courses, that visa will still be valid, Ithink.”
I watched as he rubbed his hand over his face. He had worked hard that night, Dexter had helped and D-J had been in attendance, of course, but the bar had been busier than he’d ever seen it before, he’d toldme.
“Get some sleep, we can talk about it later,” Isaid.
“I’m fine, come and lay with me. Let’s have a look at some otheroptions.”
I lay beside him and propped the laptop on his chest. I Googled courses and smiled as I watched him struggle to keep his eyes open. I took the laptop from his chest, closed the lid, and placed it on the bedside table as he fellasleep.
I watched him for a while. His long eyelashes, eyelashes I was jealous of, rested on his cheeks. His hair was still wet from his shower and in need of a cut. If he wasn’t careful, he’d be looking like D-J! I ran my fingers over the slight stubble on his chin and he murmured in his sleep. I loved to look at his tattoos, especially my name that ran down his side. A dragon twisted in and out of the Gothic style letters and I wondered if there was significance to that. Even with most of his skin covered in ink, Jackson was a very attractive man. Not that I believed he would cheat on me, but my stomach knotted every time a woman stared at him, or licked their lips suggestively, when he served them at the bar. He would flirt, take their money, then always give me a wink. That night had been the first I hadn’t accompanied him. It was a fun place to go, but I didn't want to sit in a corner three nights a week while heworked.
I slid gently from the bed and made my way to the kitchen, collecting my laptop as I did. I sat at the breakfast bar and brought up UC again. I read through the course, what was anticipated of me, and was pleased to see they expected me to gain field experience. I wanted to work at the drop-in centre with Dexter. I made a mental note to thank Alfie, it had, after all, been hisidea.
I emailed my mum to let her know and it was as I did that I remembered the envelope I’d stuffed in my flight bag. I hadn’t opened it. I crept back into the bedroom and to the closet. My bag was stored on a shelf. I pulled it down and opened the zipped compartment. Once I’d pulled out the envelope, I crept back towards the door. Jackson was lying on his back, the towel had slipped from his waist, and even in sleep he sported a semi hard-on. He was insatiable; I couldn’t recall a time Dane had made me come as many times. In fact, towards the end of our relationship, I didn’t think he even managed once. Sex with Jackson was mind-blowing. I struggled to keep up with him, yet there was always the knowledge that he was holdingback.
“You can stand there and watch, or you can come and fuck me,” he said, with his eyesclosed.
I watched as he reached down with one hand and started to strokehimself.
I giggled as I walked towards the bed and placed the envelope on the bedside table. He opened his eyes once I’d gotten close. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. Dane would have never done that, pleasured himself while I watched. I had to make an effort not to compare them; there was absolutely nocomparison.
“Gonnahelp?”
“I like watching you,” Ireplied.
His hand slid up and down his cock, his thumb ran across the top. I watched his knuckles change colour slightly as his grip tightened. Before I had time to react, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. I landed heavily on his stomach and hegrunted.
“Fuck,” he said before laughing. “Panties off, Summer. Before I rip them from yourbody.”
I wiggled them down my legs. “Now ride me,” hesaid.
I straddled him, placing my hands on his stomach. He held my hips and tipped his head back as I slowlylowered.
“That feels so good,” he said with agroan.
I rose and lowered slowly at first. He raised his hips to meet me halfway. With every thrust he made, I pushed harder down on him. It was only as he gripped my wrist and pulled one hand from his stomach that I realised I’d been digging my nails in his scars. It hadn’t been intentional, but as my desire grew, as my orgasm built, I’d curled my fingers into hisflesh.
He sat up suddenly, grabbing my legs to wrap around his waist. I placed my arms around his neck as he rolled us over. He was still inside me but he stilled, looking atme.
