Page 48 of Stray

“You hurt me,” I whisper as his head hangs.

“Baby, you have no idea how much that guts me.” I place his hands on my thighs and look at his broken knuckles.

“What happened?” I ask, and he looks at his hands.

“I uhhh… I tore up the garage after I saw what I did.” I grab him by the back of his neck and pull him to me, kissing him softly.

“How sorry are you?” I ask, running my tongue over his lips, and I can feel him shiver.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Show me,” I say and watch a fire ignite in his eyes as he crawls over top of me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. Goosebumps rise on my skin when I feel his hand trace over my waistband.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, trailing hot kisses over my neck. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “God, yes, but I…I need to see your face. I need you to talk to me so I don’t… leave.” Cupping my cheek in his hand, Jackson kisses me again as his hand slips into my waistband.

“You ain’t leaving me, Ozzy. You and me, right here, right now.” I gasp as I feel his palm press against the brand on my mound. “Stay with me, pretty girl.” He kisses and licks my neck, his tongue dragging up to my ear. “I’m going to stick my finger in your slit, baby. You relax, breathe, and I promise, nothing will happen without you knowing, alright?” God, I’m fucking terrified. I stare into his blue eyes, and I know I trust him completely, which terrifies me more.

“I’m trusting you,” I whisper, silently pleading with him not to take advantage of this.

“I know, baby, eyes on me.” I look right into his eyes as his finger dips between my lips. “My god, you’re soaked.” He marvels while running his hand up and down me.

My eyes shudder and roll. This feels too good. I feel Jackson’s hand grip the side of my face. “Eyes on me,” he repeats. “Be a good girl and slip those pants down for me,” I nod, wiggling the sweats down as he continues to slide up and down me. “I’m going to touch your clit now, okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Goddamn it, I’m about to scream at him to just let me do it. This slow thing is going to drive me insane. I think he knows it, too. Jackson maneuvers his thumb over my clit, and “Holy Sh–” He silences my loud cry with his mouth.

He laughs softly, brushing his nose against mine. “Shhh… People are going to hear you, baby. Those noises and only for my ears now, understood?” Wow, yeah, okay, that dark voice is way too hot. “You ready for me to enter you, or would you rather stay here?” He asks, circling my bud. I pant as I try to roll my head back but can’t. His other hand is still on the side of my face, stroking my cheek and making sure I don’t look away.

“Just… I’m going to feel different,” I warn, and he kisses me.

“I love the way you’ve felt so far. Every inch you’ve allowed me to touch has been a gift I don’t deserve.” If this asshole makes me cry while fingering me, I’m kicking him in the balls.

I nod my consent, but he shakes his head. “Not this time, baby. I’m not entering you until you tell me that’s what you want. Use that pretty mouth and that sinful voice to tell me you want my finger inside you.”

“Jackson,” I breathe, feeling him teasing around my entrance. “I want you to stick your finger inside me, pl–” He cuts me off by inserting his thick middle finger inside my center.

“You never beg. You got it?” He says firmly while the heel of his palm rubs my clit. “You are to be worshiped, a queen or a goddess; they do not beg.” I force down the loud moan as he presses up on my wall. “I beg you. I worship you. If ‘please’ is to come from anyone’s mouth, it’ll be mine. Now,please, baby, let me add another finger into this perfect pussy so I can give you the release you deserve.”

I don’t know what he’s saying at this point. I’m just nodding over and over and over again. Yes, yes to everything: fingers, release, worship, whatever. “Jackson!” My cries become more audible as he inserts a second finger inside me.

“Ozzy, god, you’re so tight, baby,” he kisses my chin as his hand works faster. I watch the smirk form on his lips. “You’re about to come, aren’t you?” I open and close my mouth silently several times, trying to figure out how he knows that. “I can feel you contracting, baby,” he answers my unspoken question. Leaning closer, he continues to stroke my cheek while keeping eye contact with me. “I want this moment burned into my brain. I’m not missing a thing. Now, can I make you come?”

“Yes,” I choke out, and it’s less than five seconds before I’m coming around his fingers. I start to cry out, but Jackson’s lips silence me, swallowing each and every one of my cries and moans, claiming them as his own. They are his, all of it, all of me.

Jackson continues to stroke my face as he removes his hand from my center. I watch him bring his hand up to his mouth, and while never breaking eye contact, he sucks his fingers clean. “My fucking god,” he groans before smiling. “Fuck, you taste… perfect.”

I chuckle nervously as he rolls off me. “And what does perfection taste like?” I smile softly as I turn on my side to stare at him. I can’t stop staring at him. Seeing him right now is the only thing keeping me grounded.

“Like happiness. You taste like Christmas morning and the first snowfall in winter, like fresh honey and spring rain.” He leans in and kisses my lips. “That’s what perfection tastes like. That’s what you taste and feel like. You are perfection, Ozzy.”

I am too stunned to speak. I’m about to offer an awkward thanks and then try not to confess my love for him before we even actually go on a date. Thankfully, the reminder on my phone goes off again, and I sigh.

“I really gotta go. It’s movie night tonight, so I need to get things ready.” Jackson groans but nods and rolls off the bed so I can get up and get my pants back on. Once on my own shaky feet, I stand on my tip toes and give him a soft, sweet kiss before walking out of the bedroom to start dinner. I stop at the door and look back at him. “You wanna join us?”

His head jerks up, and he furrows his brows. “Huh?”

“These meds tend to keep Morris up later than usual, so we watch a movie, eat junk food, and whatnot. Would you like to join us?” I watch his eyes go to the door, and I know he’s staring through it to his dad. I think he will say no, that he has something, anything to do, but he looks back at me and nods.

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