I relish the way he swallows, unable to tear his eyes away from me.
Sitting naked before him as he’s still fully dressed, I feel powerful, sexy under his gaze. I hold out my hand for the toy.
He hands it over without a word, his hand clenching on my thigh.
I switch it on and hold it to my clit, the familiar buzzing sensation causing my eyes to flutter. Last night, it wasn’t enough. But now, lewdly spread in front of this man as he watches, it sends sparks along my skin.
It’s still not enough, I know that instantly, but it’s close. I move it in small circles, glancing at Jackson through hooded eyes.
His hands creep higher, spreading my legs further apart as he traces his thumb closer to where I’m aching for him.
“Good girl. Look at this pretty pussy, begging for me.”
I groan at his words, using my other hand to steady myself as I wobble.
“Is it still not enough, Rosie?”
I shake my head wordlessly.
Without taking his eyes off me, he presses one finger inside me and I moan at the intrusion, my head falling back.
“If you’d have told me that this was happening, that you were waiting for me, you wouldn’t have been able to keep me away. I’ve been thinking about you all week too, baby. In the shower, at night when I can’t sleep. I’ve thought about this. Your greedy pussy, dripping for me.”
His words settle over me, setting my skin ablaze. The vibrations and the feel of his fingers is almost enough but just as I’m about to reach that edge I’ve been climbing to, he pulls out of me.
“Jackson–”
He leans back in his seat, spreading his thighs, and licking his fingers, groaning as he swallows my taste. I’m reaching for his belt before I’ve even registered the thought.
Wordlessly, I drop to my knees, tugging at his belt until his cock springs free. My mouth waters at the sight, at the drip of precum beaded at his tip. I lean forward and lick him up.
“Rosie,” he says, leaning his head back as his hands come to my hair. “Touch that pretty clit for me, baby.”
I take him into my throat as I reach my fingers between my thighs, playing with myself the same way I have all week.
With my other hand, I grip his thigh, wordlessly looking up at him and telling him what I want.
“Do you like being on your knees for me? Want me to fuck that pretty mouth while you make yourself come?”
I can barely contain my hum of approval as he starts to pick up speed, using me. My fingers slip in my wetness and I can barely contain myself. Climbing higher and higher, I can’t stop the moan that purrs from my chest.
“Jesus, Rosie, I’m—” I tighten my lips around him,moving faster against him until I feel him spill down my throat, his thighs twitching underneath me.
“Fuck,” he groans as I pull off him, keeping his eyes on mine as I swallow and lick my lips.
He pulls me to him once again, my legs straddling him as his fingers replace mine and his tongue sweeps into my mouth. His hand grabs a handful of my ass and he grinds my body on his hand.
“Good girl,” he praises, taking a raised nipple in his mouth. His fingers curl inside me, and his thumb flicks at my clit until finally, finally, I come, my body shuddering and shaking as I clench around him.
I fall into his shoulder, barely able to catch my breath as my heart pounds in my chest.
I could sleep here, curled up on his lap like a cat, but the blaring of the smoke alarm causes me to jump out of my skin.
“The pasta!” I gasp, clattering off his lap, snatching the first item of clothing I find on the floor and tugging it over my head as I sprint to the kitchen.
I open the window and start fanning the smoke away from the alarm before turning the oven off and pulling out the charred remnants of pasta.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I dump it on the side. The perfectly timed crispy brown is now a dark charcoal.
