Page 23 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
I need body heat.
I need his damn cock inside me.
A cock and a knot and lots of cum.
My purring stops as a cramp hits me and I clutch my stomach.
Jackson curses and starts to strip. “You want me to be dominant, right?”
His shirt comes off over his head and the sight of his abs makes my need even worse. The man looks like a damn super hero. I’m glad the heat seems to mute some of my inhibitions because as much as I’m at peace with my body, I know I’d normally feel self-conscious getting naked in front of someone this fit.
I tug at the zipper of my dress, letting it fall off my shoulders and baring my breasts. I savor the flash of heat in his gaze as he stares at them, then remember he asked me a question. “Yes. Unless I really lose my mind and want something else. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what I’ll want… I don’t?—”
Anxiety swells inside me, but Jackson gently cuts me off before I spiral too much. “That’s okay. You don’t need to know. I’ll be dominant unless you ask for something different. I’ll be in control, but give you what you beg for, unless it was on your list of hard limits. You can tell me to stop, and I will, no questions asked. Is there anything you didn’t mention that you want to bring up?”
It’s a monumental task to think that there’d be anything this gorgeous beta would do to me that I wouldn’t want, but I force myself to focus past the haze of lust. “No other limits…just…it’s been a really long time and I’ve never come with a partner, so I guess do what I ask you for, but don’t be surprised if I don’t orgasm.”
Jackson shucks his pants and boxer briefs right as I mention not orgasming, and his mouth falls open at the same time as mine.
“Oh wow, you’re huge,” I blurt, pussy clenching at the prospect of feeling something that large inside me.
“No one’s made you come?” he asks at the same time.
I shake my head, but can’t look away from his dick, hard and pointing up towards his taut stomach. I’ve never seen a guy completely hairless before outside of porn, so maybe that’s what is making him look so big.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips at the sight. “I’ll still enjoy it.” Though, I’m glad for the copious amounts of slick I’m producing because otherwise my neglected pussy would have a rough time trying to take him.
“Oh, you’ll more than enjoy it.” Jackson lowers himself onto the bed and grabs the hem of my unzipped dress, yanking it down off my body. “I’ve got days to figure out how many different ways I can make you come.”
I squeak as he grabs my thighs and pushes them apart, baring my slick-soaked pussy to him. The rough, sudden movement has me dizzy with need.
“Fuck, now that’s a pretty sight,” he groans, palming his cock. “So wet and ready for me.” Jackson gives me a filthy smile as he lowers his face between my legs. “Let’s start with this.”
“No, please, put it inside me. I really don’t care about coming. I just need some relief,” I whine.
Jackson raises his head up and narrows his eyes at me. “Doyou really not want to come? Or is it more about not wanting any expectations about coming? Because those are two different things.”
I groan. “I like coming, but don’t want getting me off to be unpleasant or a chore.”
A sound similar to a growl rumbles out of him, even though he’s a beta and it sends a thrill through me. “Gorgeous, I love my job. Do you know why?”
I shake my head and shrug. “Besides the obvious of getting paid to have sex?”
Jackson laughs. “Close, but not quite right. It’s because making someone come is my favorite thing in the world. Whether it’s using my mouth, my cock, toys, or only my voice, I don’t care.”
My breath hitches as he gives me a slow once over and it’s clear from the heat in his eyes that he likes what he sees—soft tummy, boobs that are succumbing to gravity, stretch marks, and all.
“And the thought of making you come…” He groans as he strokes his cock and a bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip. “Fuck, gorgeous, I’m at risk of embarrassing myself at the idea of making you come undone.”
9
One of the best,most awkward lessons of my life was when one of my mothers took me aside when she caught me watching porn and decided to “set me straight” about sex.
And by “set me straight”, I don’t mean she told me about the birds and the bees. No, Mom gave me an hour-long lecture that included the nuances of female orgasms and focusing on the needs of your partner.
At the time, it made me want to die from embarrassment. Hell, it’s still cringey. But Mom didn’t care about being awkward and weird. She’s a blunt alpha through and through, and she wanted me to not be a dumbass about sex.
So when I told Camille that I’d figure out how to make her come, it wasn’t me being cocky. Thanks to my alpha mom’s stern words, along with my innate desire to please people and be good at things, I’ve put in the work to learn how to get someone off.
