Page 87 of Saving the Last Heir
When he pulled his hand away, I finished chewing and swallowing the sausage, then dabbed at my mouth with a napkin.
“It’s delicious,” I said.
Jackson took a deep steadying breath, nodded to himself, and licked his lips.
We finished our food quickly, forgoing dessert, because we were both craving something more substantial to finish off the meal. Jackson pulled his phone out and tapped away furiously while I cleaned my hands with a wet wipe the restaurant provided.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He glanced up, then looked around to see if anyone was close, before leaning forward. “Booking us a room at the hotel two blocks down. I’ve got to have you, and I don’t want to be quiet.”
“That’s a bit forward, don’t you think, Mr. Adelmund? What if I’m tired and want to go home to bed?” I teased.
“Oh, you’re going to bed, Ms. Witmer, but not to sleep.”
Warmth pooled between my legs, and I clenched my thighs, desperate for some friction on my pussy. The server couldn’t get over here soon enough for us to pay.
Jackson cupped my ass as we walked to my car, then massaged my thigh as I buckled up, his hand inching higher and higher. By the time I pulled into the hotel parking lot, I was shaking with desire.
We got out of the car, and Jackson rushed around it. He pressed me back against the door, kissing me hard, crushing his body against mine. I moaned as his tongue slid deep into my mouth, his hard cock pressing through his pants into me. I had to have him. It had been too long, and my body was crying out for it.
We could barely keep our hands off each other in the lobby as Jackson checked us in. For the moment, I wanted to forget about all the danger and worry and just get lost in the desire. Get lost in him.
As the elevator doors slid shut, I lunged at him again, shoving him against the wall as I kissed him. He ran his hands up and down my back, then clutched at my ass. I palmed his cock, and it strained against his pants, hungry to be touched. Jackson’s hands swept to my front, caressing my breasts through my shirt. A tingle of pleasure rippled along my nipples and straight to my pussy.
The elevator bell dinged as we came to the fifth floor, and we pulled ourselves apart, trying to act normal as an older couple stepped on. The woman gave us both a quizzical look as her husband hit the button for the seventh floor.
When we reached their floor, she glanced back and gave me a knowing grin, then winked conspiratorially. A laugh burst out of me as soon as the door slid closed.
“That lady was pretty perceptive,” Jackson said, yanking me toward him and kissing me as if his life depended on it.
When we arrived on our floor, we composed ourselves and strode down the hall. Jackson draped his arm over my shoulder, his body heat melting into mine. If this really was only a short-term fling, then I’d ride it out. A little bit of joy, excitement, and happiness was better thanneverhaving it.
Jackson swiped his key card and tugged me into the room. It was shockingly nice. I’d been too preoccupied with him to really look where we were. This was a pretty high-end place. Honestly, he could have booked a hole-in-the-wall interstate motel, and the finale of the night would have been the same.
He tried to lead me to the bed, but I pulled his hand away, and winked at him.
“Not yet,” I said, nipping his lower lip. “Sit.”
I nudged him toward the recliner beside the bed. He flopped down, eyes widening as I sank to my knees in front of him.
I unzipped his pants, then slowly pulled his cock free of his underwear. Jackson moaned as I curled my hand around him, squeezing softly. I delighted in watching this giant of a man squirm, his hips pushing up slightly as if to thrust. There was power here that turned me on. Simply knowing that I had him right here,literallyin the palm of my hand, knowing that his pleasure was mine to give, was incredibly hot. I could push him to the edge and make himbegfor it if I wanted. I wouldn’t, but it was still sexy to think about.
“Is this what you want?” I whispered, then leaned in, trailing my tongue up his shaft before flicking it across the tip.
“Fuck,” Jackson hissed. “It is.”
My fingertips didn’t even touch around his massive girth as I stroked him and wrapped my lips around the head and sucked greedily, swirling my tongue around as I did. The sound that came from Jackson was almost enough to make me come right then and there. His body trembled as I continued working just the head, treating it like the most delicious lollipop I’d ever tasted, all while running my hand up and down his shaft.
When I took him deeper into my mouth, I had to suppress a smile as Jackson dug his fingers into the armrests and threw his head back. The head of his cock slid along the roof of my mouth to the back of my throat until I couldn’t take another inch. I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing out before I eased back and swirled my tongue around the tip. Glancing up, I locked eyes with him, then slid down again, taking every inch into my mouth with aching slowness.
Saliva lubricating my lips, I moved faster, up and down. I devoured him with my mouth, basking in the glory of the way he moaned and gasped with each movement. Eventually, I pulled away and looked at him again, my hand still gliding up and down his shaft as I licked my lips.
“Tell me what else you want.”
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