Page 11 of Jacked and Jaded

“No. No hiding from me.” He put a knee to the bed and crawled up. Taking a knee in each hand, he pulled them apart and sucked in a breath. “God damn. You’re so wet and ready for me already.”

“Jackson. Please.” God, she ached. She needed him to fuck her and make her come. If she didn’t find her release soon, she swore she was going to have the female version of blue balls in no time.

He leaned toward the nightstand and fished out a condom. He opened the package and rolled it on. Kneeling between her legs, he leaned down and took her mouth in a blistering kiss as he reached between them and lined up his cock, the tip notched at her entrance. God in heaven, she was tired of waiting. She’d waited two years, well, two legal years, to be right here, in this moment with Jackson.

“If you don’t fuck me, right now, Jackson West, I’m going to kick your ass,” Calliope growled. She was serious. She was so fucking horny, she hurt.

Jackson slowly flexed his hips, feeding her his cock a little at a time. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“It’s been a while.”

“Really? How long?” He pulled back then pushed in a little farther this time.

“Two years,” she replied distractedly. Who cares? Why was he talking? Why wasn’t he moving?

“Fuck me.”

“Yes. That’s the plan. Fuck me already!” she yelled. He was taking too long. She wanted to feel him buried deep inside. Now. Taking matters into her own hands, she hooked her legs behind his ass and pulled him toward her. “Ahh,” she hissed.

Jackson’s eyes flew open. “God damn it, Calliope. I was trying not to hurt you. I’m not exactly a little man.” He dropped his head to the pillow beside her. He was tense all over and his voice was strained.

“You’re good. It only stung for a second. I told you, it’s been a long time. Please, Jackson, for the love of God, will you move?” She pulled his head up by his hair so she could see his face. She kissed him deeply while her hands traveled down his back and squeezed his tight ass.

Finally,finally, Jackson started to move. He was slow at first and when he saw that she was okay, he picked up the pace. He supported his upper body weight on his hands and watched her through heavy lidded eyes. He fucked her harder and faster until she was throwing her head back, screaming his name. Satisfied that he’d given her an orgasm, he quickly followed her with his own. He collapsed on top of her, keeping his weight on his arms, trying to catch his breath.

Calliope couldn’t help the smile that broke across her face. Having sex with Jackson was everything she imagined it would be. She couldn’t wait to do it again. She watched him get up and dispose of the condom before crawling back into bed with her. He pulled the covers up over their naked bodies, then pulled her into his side, his arm wrapping around her.

She must’ve fallen into a deep sleep after that because sunlight was streaming through his bedroom windows when she opened her eyes. “Oh crap.” Her mom would be home soon if she wasn’t already. She’d be calling to find out where she was any time.

She reached out to touch his arm, giving him a little shake. She needed to go but she wanted to say goodbye. Sun slanted across his face as he rolled to his back. “Uhhh. Why is the light on?” Jackson threw an arm over his eyes and moaned.

“It’s not a light. It’s the sun.”

“Oh fuck.” Jackson’s arm flew off his eyes. Seeing her in his bed, he jumped out on his side, a look of pure terror on his face.

Uh oh. That didn’t look good. Was he regretting what they’d done last night? If so, she’d die of embarrassment and a broken heart.

He rubbed both hands over his stubby face. “Please tell me we didn’t fuck last night.”

Wow. A stake straight to the heart. He regretted it already. She couldn’t believe it. Last night had been a dream come true for her and now he wanted to pretend it never happened? Uh, no. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, Jackson, but we did fuck and we both had a really good time. Or, at least, I thought we both did.” She pulled the sheet up to cover her chest, her cheeks heating.

“Fuck me! This should never have happened.”

“Why not? Is there something wrong with me?” She honestly didn’t understand what his problem was. But the more he carried on like this, the madder she got.

“Because I’m too old for you!” He threw his hands out to his sides like it should be obvious.

“I’m sure you’ve fucked twenty-year-olds at your club all the time and it wasn’t a big deal. So, why’s it a big deal for me?” She stood on the opposite side of the bed, pulling the sheet with her. Her eyes strayed to his dick. She couldn’t help it. Even soft, it was something to see.I mean, come on, it was right there! How was any woman supposed to not look at that?

“Stop staring at my dick.” He frowned, but made no move to cover himself up. “I’m going to take a shower, then I’ll give you a ride home.” He didn’t wait for her agreement before walking off to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Really?

Was he so afraid she might come in there and force him to have sex with her? Ha! Hardly. Asshole!

Calliope scurried around, picking up her clothes from last night and getting dressed with lightning speed. No way in hell was she going to be here when he came out. The last thing she needed was more of his regrets, more of his making her feel like she was lacking as a woman. She found her purse in the living room and pulled it onto her shoulder. She unlocked the front door and closed it behind her. She’d walk home. It was only three blocks from her house. As soon as he realized she was gone, he’d come looking for her. Not wanting for him to find her, she took the back way, cutting through a few of the neighbors’ yards. She thought she heard his bike moving slowly down the street and ducked behind someone’s minivan until he passed. Sighing in relief, she took off again. She only had to climb two fences on her trek to get to her back yard. Using her key, she let herself inside.

Looking around, she found that her mom hadn’t made it home yet. Thank God. The last thing she wanted to do was explain where she’d been, what she’d done and how everything went horribly wrong this morning.

She went to the living room and looked through the gauzy curtains, relieved not to see Jackson’s bike sitting there. Her cell phone pinged, telling her she’d gotten a message. It was from Jackson wanting to know where she was. She had no intention of responding until she got another message saying he was going to come over and let himself in if she didn’t answer him.

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