Page 55 of Second Chance Vacation

I close my eyes, bathing in the lavender haze that has become home for me, basking in her mere existence in my life again. No matter how short-lived I know it may be, I can’t muster it in me to tell her no.

TWENTY-TWO

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My head is pounding.

Between the stress of the day and crying, I can’t escape the thumping in my temples. As if he can hear my thoughts, Jackson’s voice cuts through my agony.

“Hey,” he whispers, “take this.”

He pushes what I assume to be ibuprofen into my hand. I take the pills instinctively, tossing them into my mouth without a second thought. I crack my eyes open to find him sitting next to me on the bed, a glass of water ready for me to wash down the pain reliever. I grab the glass from him, gulping down all the liquid in a matter of seconds. Even the faint light peaking through the curtains which he has drawn is irritating my eyes.

I doze off again.

When I wake, the sun appears to be down, but Jackson hasn’t left my side. His arm is wrapped around my middle as he snores quietly. A warmth fills me, causing a faint grin to spread across my lips. Jackson’s dark brown hair is haphazardly disheveled, but he somehow manages to still look like the most attractive human being I’ve ever seen.

I’m unsure how long we’ve been sleeping.

Snuggling closer, I feel him begin to stir, but he doesn’t wake.

Slowly, I peel back his arm from my waist, slipping away from him slightly. He really is exquisite. I stare at him for a while, allowing myself a moment to just bask in him without his attention back on me. The way his nose slopes, his pillowy lips, I can’t help but fixate on him. He really is perfect, and I have never in my life ever met someone like him.

I don’t date, I haven’t been in a real relationship since him, and I have never let myself marinate on why that is. It’s not that I haven’t seen guys, I go on dates here and there, but I’ve never felt a connection like I do with Jackson. That terrifies me, but I refuse to let that consume me right now. I tuck that away for later.

Peeling back the blanket draped over him, I crawl on top to straddle him and begin to pepper kisses along his jaw. My lips graze along the shell of his ear as I try to stir him awake.

“Jackson,” I whisper, biting his earlobe gently enough to grab his attention but not enough to startle him.

“Vivi,” he responds groggily, wearing the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen.

Meticulously, I continue to kiss his jaw, his neck, his chest, pulling both of our attention along with me. Jackson’s breath hitches in his throat as I pass further south, but he doesn’t object. An obvious pressure lands against my naval, reaffirming to me that he is just as engaged as I am. Hooking my finger along the waistband of Jackson’s shorts, I pull at them slightly but don’t delve further, continuing to pepper kisses along his stomach until my face is level with his cock.

Jackson pulls up onto his elbows as he looks down at me, his eyes filled with enough fire to ignite me. The ache growing between my legs is taunting me, but I want to show him how important he is to me. I hook his waistband and pull them downward, our eye contact unwavering. They reach his knees, then his ankles, then he kicks them off, revealing just how excited he is.

My mouth waters at the vision in front of me.

His cock is taut and hard, a bead of pre-cum pooling at the tip. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen him. Every time I am reminded just how fucking incredible he is.

I flick my tongue over the head. The salty taste of him pulls a moan from me, and it elicits a groan from Jackson. I repeat the action, this time pulling the tip of his dick into my mouth, sucking gently.

The sounds I evoke from him are intoxicating, every groan and moan pushing me lower onto his shaft until the tip hits the back of my throat. Despite my enthusiasm, I can’t prevent my gag reflex from rearing its ugly head. I pull off of him, looking up.

“Sorry.”

“Never—everapologize for that.”

I grin at the sight of Jackson’s eyes rolling back as I pull him back into my mouth, this time speeding up my movements. Jackson reaches down, his hand entangling with my unruly hair. He doesn’t apply pressure. When I move down again, allowing his cock to slide all the way into my mouth, it tickles the back of my throat, but this time easing into it.

I feel a sting at the back of my scalp.

Jackson yanks me back to look up at him. I reach up to wipe the saliva from my chin.

“Is it…are you not enjoying what I’m doing?” I can’t help but let my concern seep through. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I attempt to divert my eyes. He, however, keeps my face in place with his grip, forcing my gaze to stay on his.

“Quite the opposite. If you keep doing that, I am going to come in your mouth, and I want to feel your cunt squeezing around me when I go.”

Heat rushes to my face in response, the ache from before growing unbearable.

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