Page 67 of Stray

“I said, dance with me. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sitting at the bar all night.”

“What makes you think I haven’t been out there? Theo told you I’ve been very popular.” I watch his lip curl just the slightest bit before he covers it up.

“Careful, Tink,” he warns, extending his hand. I take it as he leads me to the dance floor.

“Careful of what?” I ask as a slow song starts, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I’m trying to be a good man, but if you go around poking me, I will show you a different side.” His hand rests on the small of my back, and I love the heat it’s causing. I give him a playful smirk.

“Oh? And what side is that?” Jackson leans in, his hot breath on my ear causes goosebumps.

“The side that will rip the eyes out of any mother fucker stupid enough to look at you.” He kisses my ear before pulling back.

“You have a jealous side?” I say, somewhat stunned. Jackson just never came off as that type. Sure, he threatened that guy the last time we were here, but that was because he was grabbing me.

“With you?” His hand reaches up and cups my face, “Baby, I told you, I will burn this world down for you. I will turn into the worst kind of man to keep you protected. And I have no problem beating the shit out of anyone who tries to take you from me.” I stare up into his eyes, so serious. Part of me feels like this would’ve given me pause months ago, but now, I know him. I know Jackson is a good man. Leaning up, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth and run my tongue over it, earning a groan from him.

“Ozzy, you drive me fucking mad.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I smile softly. “Can I ask you for something?” I say tentatively.

“Baby, I’ve told you, you don’t have to ask. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it.” He says while inhaling my neck while we continue the slow dance.

“Stay with me tonight,” I force out, even though I’m terrified. “Stay in my bed.” Jackson pulls back and scans every part of my face, something I’ve noticed he does to make sure I’m comfortable with what I’m saying.

He must be satisfied with whatever he sees, because he kisses my forehead. “Come on, then.”

“W-what?” I laugh as he leads me off the dance floor. “Now? It’s like nine o’clock!”

“Uh huh, yep, gotta go, wayyyy past your bedtime.” I squeal as he throws me over his shoulder, causing the bar to let out whistles and cheers before making his way to the truck.

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“Are you really sure?” Jackson asks for the millionth time as I sit on my bed.

“Jackson, if you don’t get on this fucking bed, I’m going to kick you out,” I warn while watching him remove his jeans and shirt. He crawls into the bed, and I watch as he lays completely straight. Aww… he’s nervous. Chuckling softly to myself, I slide over to him.

“Can I touch you?” I ask softly, and he gives me a slight smirk.

“Always,” I grin as I kiss his chest while my hand slides down his stomach to his waistband. I hear his sharp intake of air and smirk as he lets out the sexiest noise when my hand grips his shaft. “Mmm… fuck baby,” he pants, and I make my way down until I’m at eye level with his rapidly hardening dick. I lick him from root to tip, relishing in the hiss he lets out. “Fucking god, Ozzy… baby you… You don’t have something for me to hold on to.”

Looking up from swirling my tongue around his head, I see what he is talking about. I don’t have a headboard yet.

“If you grab my belt–”

“Fuck my mouth,” I interrupt, shocking us both. He blinks several times as he tries to compute what I just said.

“Ozzy,”

“You told me if I want it, I just have to say it.” I move off him and fall to my knees on my floor. “I want you to hold my head and fuck my mouth like you do my pussy.” He stands, looking down at me in apprehension.

“How are you going to say stop? You have to give me a way of knowing it’s too much, or I will have to say no, baby.” I look around before reaching onto the nightstand and grabbing his phone.

“I’ll signal with this,” I say, waving the phone. He still looks nervous but nods.

“Alright, I’m going to grip your head,” I close my eyes at the feeling as his fingers hold my skull. “Open that mouth, sweet girl.” He breathes, and I obey, opening wide while looking up at him. His jaw is slack as he watches his cock disappear into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag, and is about to pull out when I grip his hips and force him in further. My eyes fill with tears that roll down my cheeks as I try to adjust. After a moment, I moan, letting him know I’m okay.

“Goddamn,” he groans, and I feel his grip tighten as he pulls back and thrusts back in. My one hand grips his hip while the other massages his balls, causing him to throw his head back, his abs tight and his chest heaving. “You feel so good, Ozzy. You’re doing so well. You okay, baby?” He pants out, and it overfills my heart that he continues to check in with me. I give him a small nod and a moan as I hollow my cheeks, sucking on him as he continues.

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