Page 30 of Stranded
It wasn’t nearly enough time. I wasn’t ready to return home.
“Aiden,” Jackson said more forcefully, giving my shoulder a nudge. “Are you with me?”
I really wasn’t. I was barely holding back the tears, and hearing the worry in his voice tipped me over the edge. Would he be the same Jackson I’d enjoyed on this unfortunate trip, or would he return to being standoffish, rude, and critical to avoid anyone finding out about us?
“Oh fuck, Deni. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
Tears coursed down my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop them. How could I explain to him that I didn’t want to return home when we had no choice?
Jackson crouched down before me and took my face in his hands. “Talk to me, baby. We’re in this together, aren’t we? It’s the only way this is going to work.”
I didn’t have the words to explain, so I slid off the bed onto his lap, wrapping myself around him. Slanting my head, I placed my lips to his and kissed him with as much passion as I could muster. He shifted, sitting on the floor and hauling me onto his lap. My tongue danced along his in an open invitation for him to violate me in the worst way he could think of.
“Baby—” He groaned, planting kisses down my cheeks to my neck. My head rolled back on my shoulder, and I reached for the waistband of his shorts to slip my hand inside and stroke him.
Good.
He was already hard.
“Deni, your mother will be here any minute now,” he said softly. “We should be ready.”
“But I’m not.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Fuck me one last time, please.”
His cock liked the idea. I felt it flexing against my palm when I mentioned him taking me again.
“It’s too risky. What if she arrives during? You won’t have enough time to shower after.”
“I don’t care.” I raised the hem of the dress I’d worn last night and reached behind me to pull my thong to one side. Jackson surprised me this morning when I woke up to new underwear. If I’d doubted him and what he’d said last night at the pub, seeing the black lace thong erased all doubts. He could have bought me boxers or even briefs, but he’d bought me something lacy.
He’d meant it, that he would be supportive.
“Deni, when we?—”
I took his cock out of the waistband of his shorts, spat in my hand, and lubed the head with my saliva. In a split second, I sat on the tip and with one downward motion of my hips, took himall in. A cry tore from my lips at the stinging burn of no lube and my already worn out insides.
“Deni, let me get the lube, at least,” he said.
“No time.” I rose and fell again on his cock, hissing. It might hurt, but at least I would feel him for days in case this was the last time.
Before I could move again, Jackson wrapped his arms around my waist. “Hold on tight.”
I clung to him as he rose to his feet and walked over to the side table, but I didn’t wait for him to get the lube he was after. I used my hold on his neck to move my body, riding his cock midair.
“Fuck.” Jackson stumbled, and his hold around my waist tightened to keep me still. “You’re such an eager slut. It’ll just take a few seconds, baby.”
I kissed his neck, tempted to sink my teeth there and leave my mark on him. Would Mom get jealous if she saw the love bite on him or wouldn’t she care?
Jackson yanked out the drawer so hard it almost fell out. He plucked out the lube and dropped me on the bed. I whined, feeling empty and lost without him.
He uncapped the lube then went still, staring at me.
“What is it?” I rolled my dress up to my waist, hooked my arms behind my knees, and spread myself open for him. “Please, please, please Jackson. Fuck me one last time.”
He nodded and, without a word, lubed himself up generously. He caught my hips, pulling me roughly so my ass rested at the edge of the bed. Slowly, way slower than I wanted him to, he eased inside my body, the lube taking away some of the stinging sensation of earlier.
I opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t want him to be gentle with me, but he leaned forward and pressed the sweetest kiss to my forehead then my nose and finally my lips.
“I’m sorry, love.”
