Page 19 of Secret Obession
“Slow down, sweetheart. If we’re going to do this, I’ve got to make it last.” He briefly removed his hand from my thigh to give my ass a stinging slap that only made me want more, my pussy clenching on nothing, before he returned it to its former place.
I whined in the back of my throat, but in this, Jackson refused to be hurried. He entered me in slow, short strokes that had me clawing at his back and begging for more, doing anything I could to get him closer while he resolutely controlled the pace, sweat beading his brow.
When he was all the way inside me, his thick dick stretching my walls and filling me, I moaned in relief, as if I had been waiting for this moment my entire life.
Jackson adjusted his grip on my thigh, his other hand moving to my hip, then gave an experimental thrust that had my head lolling back.
“Is this what you needed? My dick, pounding at this sweet little pussy?” He thrust into me with more confidence, and all I could do was moan and hold on to him harder, with my leg around his waist, my arms around his neck, trying to anchor myself to him, to this moment.
His mouth descended on mine, until my awareness was nothing but him. His body pressing me to the wall, his lips on mine, his dick inside me. Soon, his pace was relentless, forcing little pants and mews from me with each thrust while the pleasure inside me wound tighter.
Then he pulled out of me completely. I clawed at the back of his neck, needing him back, certain he’d just taken away the most important thing in the world.
He stepped away. No more than half a step, but enough for me to feel cold. “Turn around,” he growled.
Oh, thank god.I moved at lightning speed to obey his order, bending forward at the waist and bracing myself against the wall.
He sank back into my waiting pussy, immediately hitting a spot deep inside me that had me keening and leaning against the wall to keep myself from collapsing.
Jackson’s hands weren’t making it easier to hold myself up. They were all over me. Squeezing my ass, my breasts, tweaking a nipple, all while he pounded into me, hitting that sweet spot every time, driving me out of my mind.
“Go on, take it.” One hand slipped down between my legs and insistently strummed my clit. “It’s been all I could do not to fuck you senseless, Iris.”
His hands on my clit, his dick inside me, and his hot, intense words all combined to push me over the edge of an intense orgasm. My whole body shook, my knees turning to jelly, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
“Ah,fuck.Look at you. Coming so good for me.” He bit out the words as he drove into me roughly, his fingers strumming my clit with one hand, the other in a nearly bruising grip on my hips as he shook and shuddered and grunted through his own release.
6
Jackson
Somehow, we made it to the bed for round two. In the aftermath, I lay with Iris cuddled up to me, dark hair spilling across my chest while she blissfully drifted in and out of sleep.
My stomach twisted with guilt. I should never have touched her. Didn’t stop me from doing it a second time, and probably wouldn’t stop me from doing it again if she woke up and looked at me with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. I wanted her too badly.
But none of that changed the fact that she was going to hate me when she found out what really happened with Sue after her daddy’s funeral. And Sue had gotten too close to telling her the truth already.
Which meant I had to tell her. Coming clean wouldn’t save whatever was growing between us, the delicate shoots too newand too easy to stomp all over. But at least she would hear it from me and not whatever twisted version Sue fed her.
It’d be better if she heard it from Travis—this whole thing was his idea, and he was her brother, after all—but he wasn’t around to untangle this mess, now was he? He’d left me in charge of Iris, and I’d gone and betrayed her trust.
When she shifted and lifted her head, looking up at me with a heated question in her eyes, I rolled her over onto her back, just like I’d known I would. I hadn’t gotten nearly enough of the taste of sweet pussy, and I meant to savor every second of tonight.
I could rip the bandage off tomorrow.
The next morning was somehow worse. I drove her to work since her car was still there and no way in hell was I letting her wander around willy-nilly after yesterday.
But first, we had to make a pit stop by her house so she could set out food for the damn cat. I’d tried telling her the beast could feed itself, but Iris insisted, claiming it had tried to protect her. She even gave the ornery tomcat wet food. Next, she’d name it and try to make it an indoor cat.
“Be careful. Call me if your mom shows up,” I said as she unbuckled her seat belt. I should have told her to call the cops, but between Sue and Hunter’s various run-ins, I knew that ours were useless, and Sue would lose it if they showed up. I still hoped to take care of this quietly.
“Sure.” She smiled up at me. Didn’t even give me any lip about being overprotective, which only made me feel worse.
We parted with a kiss that I was certain would be my last, her looking up at me with stars in her eyes before she disappeared inside her building like she was walking on air.
I brooded all the way to work, and the whole morning.
Around noon, Sammy Williams wandered in to pick up his car. He was a classic good ole boy, graying, overweight, and skin tanned to leather by years in the sun, who used to maintain his own car. But between his age and the increased use of chips and other “complicated bullshit designed to keep a man from fixing his own belongings”—as he called it—he’d started bringing me his cars a few years ago.
