Page 10 of Jacked and Jaded

Jackson’s gaze darted away for a moment and then asked, “So tell me about this party you were at.”

She shrugged one shoulder, not wanting to look at him. Her gaze landed on the half empty bottle of scotch on the coffee table. “Not much to tell. It was at Zoey’s brother’s apartment.”

“So older guys?” Jackson leaned with his head back against the couch, his head turned toward her.

“Yeah. They were dressed all fancy, but they acted like fourteen-year-olds. There was this one guy that couldn’t stop staring at my boobs when he talked to me.” That wasn’t unusual for Calliope. She had the misfortune to be very blessed in that department. It happened all the time, but it didn’t make it any less annoying.

Jackson’s eye dropped to her chest and she didn’t get the same icky feeling when he did it. Nope. She got all flustered and turned on. She knew Jackson wouldn’t touch her while she was in high school because, frankly, it would’ve been illegal. But she was twenty years old now and he still kept her at arm’s length. She knew he was interested by the way he looked at her sometimes when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. He was always telling her he was a love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy when she’d ask why he never had a girlfriend. He’d also say something like, “Why settle for one, when I can have them all?”

It really frustrated her to no end. She’d see him in town with a different girl on the back of his bike every time. To say she was jealous of those women would have been putting it mildly. Why couldn’t he see her as more than friend material?

She leaned over, set the soda down and snatched up the bottle of scotch. She took a drink and waited for the burn to pass, then took another hit. She checked to see if Jackson was going to say anything or snatch the bottle out of her hand. One side of his mouth kicked up as he watched her. Since he didn’t, she reached for the TV remote and pointed it at the blank screen, hoping to find something good to watch.

She was taking another drink from the bottle when the sound of moaning caused her to choke. She was proud of herself for keeping her eyes from bugging out of her head, but it was a close call. Porn? He was watching porn?

“Uh, sorry about that.” He reached for the remote only to have her hold it out of his reach. His brows raised almost to his hairline. “You wanna watch that?”

She shrugged again, acting all sophisticated and shit. She straightened her legs out so she was sitting facing the TV. The move put her in contact with Jackson’s bare arm and jean-clad leg. She pretended not to see him studying her and took another drink. Holy shit! That guy had the biggest dick she’d ever seen. Not that she’d seen many. The only one she’d ever seen was Kyle Lucas and she’d lost her virginity to him. They only did it a few times before they broke up. He tried to tell his friends she didn’t know what she was doing, when in truth, Kyle had no clue. He’d get his, but leave her unsatisfied.

Jackson continued to watch her watch the movie. She wished she knew what was going through his head. She squirmed in her seat, getting more turned on by the minute. The man was really pounding into the woman until he had her screaming. She chanced a look at Jackson and what she saw had her breath freezing in her chest. He was staring at her mouth with such longing and such need, she thought she might have had a mini orgasm. Not that she really knew what an orgasm was, but she’d read about it a lot in her romance novels.

Hoping she was doing the right thing and it didn’t blow up in her face, she used her free hand behind his head to pull him down so she could kiss him. She touched her lips to his and pulled back to see if he was going to object. When he didn’t immediately jump off the couch like his ass was on fire, she did it again, this time slipping her tongue inside to touch his. It was like a switch had flipped. Jackson picked her up by her waist and settled her on his lap so that she was straddling him. Taking the bottle from her hand, he set it blindly on the end table next to the couch and almost missed.

Jackson’s hands settled on her face, pulling her down for the best kiss of her life. He didn’t just kiss her, he worshipped her with his mouth. She moaned in desire. The more he kissed her like that, the wetter she could feel herself getting. Calliope could feel his hard dick trapped between them and shivered. God, he felt so good. He scooted farther down on the couch, giving her room to rub herself on his hard cock. Pulling away from the kiss, her breathing was harsh and her eyes intent on Jackson as she worked herself faster. She was getting close to coming. Yes! Then his hands at her waist stopped her from getting there. She groaned in disappointment, her pussy throbbing and pulsing, needing relief.

“Not like this. I’m taking you in my bed. Wrap your legs around me.” He didn’t give her time to process any of that. He stood from the couch like her weight was nothing. Wrapping her legs around him she held on tight as he walked them down the hall to his bedroom. He stopped next to the bed and set her down. “Strip.”

Calliope didn’t have to be told twice. She pulled her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her jeans. He waved his hand at her, “And the rest.”

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it slide to the floor. “You need to take yours off, too.” She had her thumbs hooked in the sides of her panties waiting for him to shuck his jeans. All she could think at this moment was she was finally going to get to see Jackson naked.

“You first,” he commanded.

“Fine.” She slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Happy?”

“More than you fucking know.” He growled low. Unzipping his jeans, he shoved them down his legs, his gaze traveling the length of Calliope.

She was surprised that he went commando, but then again, she shouldn’t be.The spit in her mouth dried up as she got her first good look at what she’d been rubbing herself on in the living room. “Wow. I thought the guy in the movie was big, but…” she couldn’t find the words to continue. She licked her lips as she took in what had to be a painfully engorged cock. Seeing a drop of precum at the tip, she moaned. “Can I taste it?”

Jackson’s groan and the way he shook his dick at her had her juices flowing. “Yeah. You can taste it.” His voice was rough and gravelly. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard in her life.

She dropped to her knees in front of him. Taking his cock in her hand, she leaned in and took a swipe at the head, licking up his precum. “Mmm.” She moaned and closed her eyes.

“Fuck me. You’re beautiful on your knees.” Jackson ran his hands through her hair. “Suck it.”

Calliope didn’t have to be told twice. She’d never done this before, but she was going to give it her best shot. She raised his cock toward his stomach so she could run her tongue all along the underside. Hearing him moan, she decided he must’ve liked it, so she did it again. Next, she circled her tongue around the head, earning her a hiss. The more she did to him and the more he responded, the more confidence it gave her to keep going. Taking the tip in her mouth, she eased down his length, testing to see how much she could take. He touched the back of her throat and she almost gagged. She pulled back quickly before she embarrassed herself.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked. Looking up his body, his eyes were half closed, but solely focused on her.

“No.” She blushed with embarrassment, then went right back to what she was doing. Still focused on Jackson’s face, she again took him back as far as she could, watching the way his face contorted in pleasure. She pulled back again. “Am I doing it right?”

“Uh. Yeah. You’re doing great. Just move a little faster and use your hand, too.” He waited for her to start again, then placed his hand over hers, showing her how tight and how fast he liked it. In no time, his hips were pumping to meet her mouth, his head thrown back. “Fuck.” His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her off before she could make him come.

“I wasn’t finished yet.” She pouted.

“Yeah. You are. Anymore of that, and I’d come down your throat.” She bit her lip and groaned. “Like that idea? Maybe next time. This time, I want you up on that bed.”

Calliope did as he instructed. She climbed on the bed and lay down in the middle. She had her knees bent and touching each other.

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