Page 44 of Jackson

CHAPTER 18

Ayen

Honestly,I couldn’t even remember getting back to my cabin after our trip in the woods.

I think the sex had been so good that it’d melted my brain somehow, completely washing away any other memories outside of Jackson’s touch.

How bad was it that I was already craving him again, a few hours after parting for dinner and now alone back in my cabin?

My body was sore, my hole even more so. But it was the good kind of sore; the kind you felt after a really good workout and that the resulting burn afterward felt satisfying instead of punishing.

I wondered how much trouble I’d get into if I snuck out of my cabin tonight and went over to his. With my luck, chances were it’d be a night of random check-ins and I’d get caught trying to sneak back over after Jackson and I had our fill again.

My stupid, addicted brain was already trying to reason with me that it was worth it.

What was a little danger in the face of getting off like that again?

He’d been so gentle afterward. Taking care to clean me up and kiss me every so often. He’d even dressed me and got me looking somewhat decent before quickly half-assing my kit and walking me back to where the rest of the group, and Roxy, were waiting for us.

She’d come trotting over happily when she’d spotted us, her nose zeroing in on me the second I got within range where she’d sniffed at me for a suspiciously long time.

How embarrassing was it to have a dog sniff out the cum still leaking out of your ass by said dog’s owner?

Good thing no one else was paying attention or else Jackson and I would’ve been screwed.

We’d had to pretend to ignore each other while all of us inmates were dismissed for the evening. And even now, looking back on it, I could feel the heat of his stare following after me as I headed to the mess hall to try and force myself to eat something while my head was still up in the clouds.

And now here I was after lights out, laying alone in my bed and debating with myself on whether or not I should try and chance it.

Whining at my own indecision, I buried my face into my pillow which no longer had the faint scent of Jackson embedded into it. I missed him so fucking much that it was physically hurting me.

I needed him.

Reaching under my covers and back behind me, I snuck a hand under the waistband of my pants and traced my fingers along my sore hole. I couldn’t believe he’d been able to fit himself inside of me with that monster cock.

It’d stretched me to the point where I thought I was going to black out, but the pleasure had been too incredible to let go of. He’d known exactly how to work me to get me falling over the edge.

Now I just felt empty, though.

I dipped my fingers into my hole, pretending for a second that they were much thicker and a little more calloused. This wasn’t the same, fucking myself with my own fingers, but at least it was better than having nothing at all.

One time being under the man and I was apparently addicted.

Eventually though, my hole grew too sore to continue moving my fingers inside of it, forcing me to slip my hand out of my pants and clench around nothing. Life was unfair. I’d finally gotten to meet a man that I clicked with, both physically and mentally, and yet I couldn’t have him.

At least, not in the way that I wanted.

We’d have to resort to sneaking around and hoping like hell we wouldn’t get caught.

There was a soft scraping sound coming from over by the cabin door that pulled me out of my wallowing.

Sitting up slightly, I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the darkened room.

A figure slipped in through the door, tall and familiar, before closing the door and latching it softly behind him.

My heart leapt into my chest.

“Baby?” came a faint whisper.

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