Knights' Sinner
Page 21
“Somethin’ you like?”
I snap my head up to see he’s stopped drinking, and is watching me. I thank the alcohol for the courage I have next, because I take hold of my dress and begin lifting it over my head. When I get it off, I drop it to the floor. Jackson’s eyes widen, and he murmurs a curse before walking around the counter, taking his shirt off as he goes. He reaches me, and grips my hips in his hands, pulling me close.
“You sure you want this?”
“Stop asking, Jackson,” I whisper. “I want you.”
Without saying another word, he leans down and scoops me up, taking me up to his bedroom. We get in, and he sets me on my feet before locking the door. I peer around the large bedroom. It’s very manly and basic, big bed, manly colors, clothes thrown about everywhere, bed unmade. I stare at the bed, and suddenly my heart begins thumping. I’m about to have sex with the enemy. Oh god, oh...god.
Jackson comes up behind me, pressing his lips to my shoulder, and I can’t bring myself to keep thinking about what a low life scumbag I am. All I can feel or think about, is his lips moving over my shoulder. The few men I’ve kissed, or the one I had dodgy sex with, were so inexperienced. Their kisses sloppy, their hands clumsy. Jackson is different. His hands are skilled, his lips gentle and perfect. He’s a man. He’s a real, experienced man.
“We’re gonna go real slow, you hear me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You scared, you tell me. You hurtin’, you tell me.”
“I will.”
“Goin’ to take a lot to warm that sweet pussy up, what happened in the truck, it’s just the start.”
I shiver. God, just the start? My legs quake, but thankfully Jackson lifts me again and deposits me down on the bed. I look up at him looming over me, and watch as he pulls back and begins unbuttoning his jeans. I’m inexperienced, yes, but I have seen enough to know what I’m in for. I know what to expect, but seeing Jackson slowly undress, seeing him slowly reveal more and more of his gorgeous, toned body, has my mind spinning. He lowers his jeans when he’s got them undone, and that’s when his erection springs free.
Oh. My. God.
I know it’s huge, because I have already caught a glimpse of it, but seeing it like this, up close, it’s even bigger. Well, it’s not so much long as it is thick. Damn. Oh damn. That’s not the best bit, oh no, the best bit is the tattoo running up the entire length of it. My eyes widen, and I can’t move my eyes from it.
“A story we ain’t discussing now,” he says, answering my unspoken question.
“I...I...oh...”
“You wanna back out, you do it now...”
I look up and meet his eyes. “No.”
He grins slowly, sexily. “Then let’s do this.”
He drops to the bed, and hooks his fingers through my panties, slowly lowering them down my legs. I watch his eyes grow hooded with lust as he glances down at my now exposed pussy.
“Shaved baby, I thought so, but fuck...been a while since I’ve seen one so clean.”
I flush and go to cover it, but he shoves my hand away. “Don’t hide, you’re fuckin’ beautiful.”
He drops to his knees, gripping my leg and sliding his mouth up my calf. My head drops back into the mattress, and I groan loudly. He takes his time moving up my leg, circling his tongue around my knee, and up over my thigh. I can feel his heated breath near my pussy, and I feel myself clenching in anticipation.
“Spread your legs, darlin’.”
I do as he asks, and I gently spread them. I hear his hiss of air as I open myself to him. The cool air tickles my skin. He slides a finger up my slick heat, and growls.
“Still wet, but I’m goin’ to make you even wetter.”
Before I can ask what he’s talking about, he lowers his mouth to my pussy and captures my clit in his mouth.
Oh.
My.
God.
I know for most women this is a common occurrence they come to expect, but for me, this is the first time I’ve ever felt it. The first time I’ve felt a tongue against my most sensitive flesh. The feeling is beyond anything I could have ever dreamed or imagined. I open my mouth to cry out, but nothing comes out. I can’t even make a sound as he sucks my clit into his mouth and begins flicking the end with his tongue.
His mouth is so perfect, and I have no doubt the way he is working me is full of skill and experience. I can’t imagine it being this perfect for anyone else on their first time. I arch my hips, and finally a ragged cry leaves my throat. Jackson hums against my skin, causing tiny vibrations to shoot through my clit. This has a scream wrenching from my throat as he continues working me with his mouth.
I know I’m going to come embarrassingly quick. I can feel it. My entire body is tight, my fists are clenched, and the pressure is overwhelming. When Jackson slips his finger inside me, I finally release. I scream out his name in a ragged rasp as my body begins to jerk with each shot of pleasure that travels through it. For a moment, I see nothing, I hear nothing; everything is just my senses. My body rising higher and higher, taking me somewhere I’ve never been.
After a moment, my screaming becomes hoarse, and my orgasm dies down, until I’m lying there panting and out of breath. Jackson slides up my body, his mouth wet with my lust. He leans down, capturing my lips with his, letting me taste myself on him. It’s an erotic moment, and my body sparks to life yet again. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. I kiss him deeply, taking his tongue, taking my own release. He groans and cups my breasts through my bra. Desperately, he reaches underneath me, not moving his lips from mine, and unclips it. I shuffle, and he tugs it off before finally moving his mouth from mine.
I snap my head up to see he’s stopped drinking, and is watching me. I thank the alcohol for the courage I have next, because I take hold of my dress and begin lifting it over my head. When I get it off, I drop it to the floor. Jackson’s eyes widen, and he murmurs a curse before walking around the counter, taking his shirt off as he goes. He reaches me, and grips my hips in his hands, pulling me close.
“You sure you want this?”
“Stop asking, Jackson,” I whisper. “I want you.”
Without saying another word, he leans down and scoops me up, taking me up to his bedroom. We get in, and he sets me on my feet before locking the door. I peer around the large bedroom. It’s very manly and basic, big bed, manly colors, clothes thrown about everywhere, bed unmade. I stare at the bed, and suddenly my heart begins thumping. I’m about to have sex with the enemy. Oh god, oh...god.
Jackson comes up behind me, pressing his lips to my shoulder, and I can’t bring myself to keep thinking about what a low life scumbag I am. All I can feel or think about, is his lips moving over my shoulder. The few men I’ve kissed, or the one I had dodgy sex with, were so inexperienced. Their kisses sloppy, their hands clumsy. Jackson is different. His hands are skilled, his lips gentle and perfect. He’s a man. He’s a real, experienced man.
“We’re gonna go real slow, you hear me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You scared, you tell me. You hurtin’, you tell me.”
“I will.”
“Goin’ to take a lot to warm that sweet pussy up, what happened in the truck, it’s just the start.”
I shiver. God, just the start? My legs quake, but thankfully Jackson lifts me again and deposits me down on the bed. I look up at him looming over me, and watch as he pulls back and begins unbuttoning his jeans. I’m inexperienced, yes, but I have seen enough to know what I’m in for. I know what to expect, but seeing Jackson slowly undress, seeing him slowly reveal more and more of his gorgeous, toned body, has my mind spinning. He lowers his jeans when he’s got them undone, and that’s when his erection springs free.
Oh. My. God.
I know it’s huge, because I have already caught a glimpse of it, but seeing it like this, up close, it’s even bigger. Well, it’s not so much long as it is thick. Damn. Oh damn. That’s not the best bit, oh no, the best bit is the tattoo running up the entire length of it. My eyes widen, and I can’t move my eyes from it.
“A story we ain’t discussing now,” he says, answering my unspoken question.
“I...I...oh...”
“You wanna back out, you do it now...”
I look up and meet his eyes. “No.”
He grins slowly, sexily. “Then let’s do this.”
He drops to the bed, and hooks his fingers through my panties, slowly lowering them down my legs. I watch his eyes grow hooded with lust as he glances down at my now exposed pussy.
“Shaved baby, I thought so, but fuck...been a while since I’ve seen one so clean.”
I flush and go to cover it, but he shoves my hand away. “Don’t hide, you’re fuckin’ beautiful.”
He drops to his knees, gripping my leg and sliding his mouth up my calf. My head drops back into the mattress, and I groan loudly. He takes his time moving up my leg, circling his tongue around my knee, and up over my thigh. I can feel his heated breath near my pussy, and I feel myself clenching in anticipation.
“Spread your legs, darlin’.”
I do as he asks, and I gently spread them. I hear his hiss of air as I open myself to him. The cool air tickles my skin. He slides a finger up my slick heat, and growls.
“Still wet, but I’m goin’ to make you even wetter.”
Before I can ask what he’s talking about, he lowers his mouth to my pussy and captures my clit in his mouth.
Oh.
My.
God.
I know for most women this is a common occurrence they come to expect, but for me, this is the first time I’ve ever felt it. The first time I’ve felt a tongue against my most sensitive flesh. The feeling is beyond anything I could have ever dreamed or imagined. I open my mouth to cry out, but nothing comes out. I can’t even make a sound as he sucks my clit into his mouth and begins flicking the end with his tongue.
His mouth is so perfect, and I have no doubt the way he is working me is full of skill and experience. I can’t imagine it being this perfect for anyone else on their first time. I arch my hips, and finally a ragged cry leaves my throat. Jackson hums against my skin, causing tiny vibrations to shoot through my clit. This has a scream wrenching from my throat as he continues working me with his mouth.
I know I’m going to come embarrassingly quick. I can feel it. My entire body is tight, my fists are clenched, and the pressure is overwhelming. When Jackson slips his finger inside me, I finally release. I scream out his name in a ragged rasp as my body begins to jerk with each shot of pleasure that travels through it. For a moment, I see nothing, I hear nothing; everything is just my senses. My body rising higher and higher, taking me somewhere I’ve never been.
After a moment, my screaming becomes hoarse, and my orgasm dies down, until I’m lying there panting and out of breath. Jackson slides up my body, his mouth wet with my lust. He leans down, capturing my lips with his, letting me taste myself on him. It’s an erotic moment, and my body sparks to life yet again. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. I kiss him deeply, taking his tongue, taking my own release. He groans and cups my breasts through my bra. Desperately, he reaches underneath me, not moving his lips from mine, and unclips it. I shuffle, and he tugs it off before finally moving his mouth from mine.
