Page 12 of Trial By Fire
She yelped when he smacked her ass. Hard. She threw her head back and let herself go.
“Look at me!” Jackson ordered, gripping her nape with one hand.
Trish turned her head so that she was looking into his eyes as she rode his cock. Holy fuck! The sensations came rushing faster than she’d expected.
The fire in his eyes shone as they looked back at her. There was something else she couldn’t place in his eyes. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t fear. It was burning hot. It was as if he was using his eyes to tell her exactly how he felt since he couldn’t say it himself.
“Touch yourself, baby. I’m about to fucking come. I need you with me,” Jackson panted, between thrusts.
Trish followed his demand, reaching down and started rubbing her clit. Just touching her clit sent her over the edge. She gripped Jackson’s shoulders and came, screaming his name, her body shaking.
When Jackson gripped both her hips, he held her still and started thrusting hard and fast from beneath her. He’d always been a vocal man when they had sex, telling her how she felt wrapped around his cock, but never like this.
With one last thrust, he shoved his cock in as deep as he could go, hitting her cervix, both of them feeling that pop around his cock. Trish screamed out as another orgasm hit her hard at the same time Jackson screamed her name, coming deep inside her, bathing her womb with his seed.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Jackson woke up in the middle of the night, his arms still wrapped around Trish. After their round on the couch, they went to her master shower and showered together, him taking care of her. Washing her body down, washing her hair, then drying her body with a towel.
Once they had gotten into the bed, he dirtied her up again, several more times. He couldn’t get enough of her. He knew she was exhausted since he kept her up most of the night these last two nights. But he couldn’t keep his hands off this woman. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, at least not yet.
He was in love with Trish Malone. He’d known it for a while, but was afraid to admit it, even to himself. He had a lot of making up to do.
Looking over at the bedside lamp, he realized it was one in the morning. He would have to get up in a couple of hours since he had to go to base this morning. Fuck, he didn’t want to get up. He was nice and warm where he was.
“Hey baby,” Jackson whispered into her ear, as he nibbled her shoulder.
“Hmm,” Trish mumbled, as she rocked back against him.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to have you on your hands and knees again, fucking into that pussy before I go to work.” Jackson warned as he reached down and started teasing her clit.
He couldn’t help but chuckle when she rocked back against his hardening cock, rubbing her ass against him. When he moved his fingers from her clit to her core, he felt that she was already wet for him. Fuck she was going to be the death of him, but what a way to go.
Gripping her thigh, he lifted her leg to stretch back onto his before reaching between her to grip his hard cock to notch it to her wet pussy. As soon as he thrust in, his fingers went back to her clit, working his magic.
It wasn’t long before he had her on her hands and knees, going to town on her pussy, her meeting him thrust for thrust. He looked down seeing her tight rosebud of her ass and suddenly had a desire to fuck her there. He’s never done that, wouldn’t do it this morning, but some day.
Getting his thumb wet, he started teasing her ass. When she tensed up, he smacked her ass hard, making her moan. Hmm, seems his girl liked a little pain with her fucking. Oh yeah!
Smacking her ass again, he nearly came when her pussy clenched around his cock. Pushing against her back entrance, he smacked her ass at the same time as he inserted his thumb in her ass.
As soon as he pushed in, she pushed back, hard, causing her pussy to go onto lockdown as she screamed his name and came, sending him over that edge. Fuck! He thought he saw stars on the couch when her pussy went on lockdown, but holy hell he was seeing them again now.
Jackson screamed out, panting as he came. When she released his cock from her pussy death grip, his softening cock pulled out as he moved, both of them laying side by side.
“Leaving?” Trish mumbled into his chest as she held on tightly.
“Yeah, I need to run to the apartment and get a shower and dressed. We have P.T. this morning before a meeting and then training. We’re not slated for another mission for at least for a month, as of right now. Granted that can change. We just got back from deployment so we’re on down time for a little bit to give us a chance to rest.”
“Ok,” Trish sighed into his chest.
Jackson squeezed her into him. Fuck, he didn’t want to leave. She definitely wasn’t making it easy for him to leave either.
“Tell you what. How about, after we both get off work, I come over and make dinner?” Jackson offered, holding his breath, ready for her to tell him he was going too fast.
“Mmm, that would be nice. You do cook better than me,” Trish laughed into his chest.
