Page 11 of Trial By Fire
“I’m asking for another chance. We can take it slow. Go out on dates when the team is home. Talk on the phone. We go at your pace. I want a chance to prove how much you mean to me. I want to see where this goes.”
Trish stared into Jackson’s eyes, seeing the hope that was there. Could she go back to where they were before? While their sex before was great, what they had last night was the best sex they ever had.
“Um, I do have one question.”
“Ok,” Jackson answered, worry in his voice.
“Was last night a one-time thing where you’re commanding in the bedroom, or will it be that way all the time?” Trish couldn’t help but ask as she bit her lip, feeling her face go bloodred.
“Depends on you. Was that something you liked?” Jackson tipped her chin up so that she was staring into his eyes.
“I actually liked it. I didn’t…I didn’t have to think. It was a real turn-on for me. I mean sex with you was always great, but it just seemed…”
“Seemed what, babe?” Jackson asked, his thumb rubbing her jaw, making her brain fuzzy.
“Hotter. Better,” she admitted, biting her lower lip as she looked at his.
“Thank God!” Jackson chuckled, leaning forward, his forehead touching hers.
“For?” Trish couldn’t help but ask.
“For liking that. Honestly, I’ve wanted to do that sooner, but was afraid to. Afraid I’d scare you off. I’m dominant. Not in everything, but in the bedroom. I need that control,” Jackson admitted as he looked at her.
“Ok. I’ll give you a second chance, Jackson. But, if you break my heart again, I’ll have Rover take out both kneecaps after I let Lola castrate you. Are we clear?”
Jackson didn’t even respond. His grip on her nape tightened as he pulled her towards him. He latched his lips onto hers and stole the very breath that she was breathing. Fuck! The man could kiss.
“Crystal!” Jackson growled as he changed positions.
Before she knew what had happened, she was on her back on the couch, her shirt unbuttoned, and the cups of her bra moved to expose her breasts to his eager mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sensations of his mouth teasing her nipples to hard points. When he pulled on her nipples with suction, it sent ripples down to her pussy. Fuck she could come just from that alone.
“Oh God! Jackson!” Trish cried out as he nipped her with his teeth.
“Yeah, baby?” Jackson asked as he nibbled his way down from her breasts to her stomach, as he used his hand to undo the buttons of her jeans.
“Don’t stop. I need you!” Trish panted as Jackson let his fingers into her jeans as he moved his mouth back to her breasts and started teasing her again.
When she felt his fingers circle her clit, she growled at the fact he was teasing her. She wanted to smack him for chuckling at her frustration but forgot what she was thinking when she felt him insert two fingers into her pussy.
“Fuck, baby. You’re already soaked,” Jackson groaned against her breast as he nipped the underside.
Trish moaned as she started rocking her hips to get friction against her clit as he fucked her with his fingers at the same time he teased, sucked, and nipped on her breasts. When his thumb touched her clit, she exploded. Screaming his name as she came all over his fingers, her body shaking.
She was barely coming down from her high as she felt Jackson jerk her jeans and panties off of her before he thrust into her pussy, hard. Gripping his shirt, she yanked it over his head, with help from him just before his mouth attacked hers.
She was barely aware when he shifted their position, sitting up on the couch so he could have her ride his cock. Fuck he was deep inside her this way.
“Ride me, baby. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”
Ride him she did. Letting him control the kiss, his hands on her hips, helping to keep her steady, she fucked herself up and down on his cock.
Up…down.
Grind.
Up…down.
Grind.
