Fighting For It

by A. Aubry

  Jackson stepped out of his clothes and kicked them to the side. His hands fell onto the vanity behind me as I took his cock into my hand. I smirked up at Jackson as my hand stroked his length slowly.

  “Looks like you’re happy to see me,” I teased as I watched Jackson’s mouth fall open.

  “You have no idea,” he groaned quietly.

  My mouth closed over the head of his cock as I ran my tongue over the tip. When Jackson’s eyes closed, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him. Without waiting another second, I set to work sucking as my head bobbed up and down. The sexiest sounds came from him as he let me take the lead. I could feel him continue to harden in my mouth and I found myself enjoying what I was doing maybe just a little too much. Normally I didn’t enjoy this type of thing, but I guess Jackson had worked some crazy magic on me.

  “Mad, okay…that’s enough…I don’t want to come in your mouth,” Jackson moaned as one of his hands ran through my hair.

  I pulled back and licked my lips slightly, “But what if I wanted you to?”

  He chuckled and lifted me up onto my feet, “I’m sure you will want me to do what I’m plannin’ on doin’ more.”

  I leaned back against the vanity, “Oh, really? Then why don’t you show me what you mean.”

  Jackson took a step towards me, immediately catching my lips with his as his hands worked to undo my shorts. He slipped my shorts and panties down to my knees. I jumped up onto the vanity as Jackson took the rest of my clothes off for me, throwing them over to where his clothes were lying. His hands gently gripped my thighs as he eased them open. He kissed down to my neck, down my chest all the way down until he dropped to his knees before he softly blew against the apex of my thighs, causing me to gasp.

  He hooked my legs over his shoulders and pulled me closer to him. Putting my hands behind me, I waited in anticipation. Jackson’s mouth covered my clit and I had to lock my arms to keep from falling back. I moaned as his tongue expertly rolled circles around my clit. As his tongue moved down and pushed into me I tried to suppress the squeal that worked to escape, causing Jackson to laugh softly. I wasn’t trying to squeal, it was just unexpected and felt so good. Jackson locked eyes with me as his tongue pushed in and out of me. It seriously made what he was doing all the more intense. It had been too long since Jackson had touched me, kissed me, everything, and I could feel my orgasm spiking to the top.

  Breaking our gaze, I let my head fall back as I groaned loudly. I reached one hand down to Jackson’s hair, quickly tangling my fingers in it as my hips lifted. My eyes shut tight as I began to drown in pleasure. Screaming out Jackson’s name, I finally let go of the release I didn’t even realize I had been holding back for as long as I had been. Just as I was about to fall backwards, I felt Jackson’s arm wrap around me to hold me up before he thrusted into me hard.

  “Oh, Jackson,” I said breathlessly.

  He pushed my legs further apart before shifting deeper into me, “God, I have missed you, Madeline.”

  I giggled, “Because you missed the sex?”

  His lips tenderly pressed against mine, “While it does feel amazin’ to be buried deep inside of you, I’ve missed havin’ you in my arms…havin’ you near me.”

  “I’ve missed having you near me too, Jackson,” I smiled and leaned in to give him another kiss before glancing over his shoulder to see the bathtub nearly full to the top, “But, you might want to turn off the water on the bathtub.”

  “Shit!” He quickly pulled out of me and raced over to turn off the water just in time.

  Jackson bent over slightly and unplugged the drain, letting enough water out before plugging it once more. He came back over to where I sat on the vanity, still in position for him. He easily slid right back into me and I circled my arms around his neck.

  “You distracted me,” he stuck out his tongue.

  “Mm, but you loved it,” I grinned.

  “Let me show you just how much I did.”

  His lips made a beeline for my neck as he started to move. My hand fisted in his hair as I moaned, memories of our first time quickly being replaced by this homecoming sex that we were having right now. I guess our first time could qualify as goodbye sex…but this was so much hotter. My body craved his like it was going out of style. Every time that he pulled back, my body ached as though it missed him until he pushed back in. Jackson brought me to the edge of the vanity as he began to pound into me. It was almost as though his body was having the same reaction as mine.

  “Fuck, I’m so glad that I’m home for the next week,” Jackson grunted against the skin of my neck.

  “Good, I won’t have to go another week without you,” I groaned as my release was reaching its tipping point.

  A few more pounding thrusts came, and I immediately lost it all. Letting myself get washed over with a sensation more intense than the first orgasm that Jackson had ever given me, I felt like I could barely breathe. His teeth sunk into my neck as he thrust hard into me and let his release follow mine. I panted as I clung onto him, momentarily fearing that this was all too good to be true. This was only one of the moments that I had been waiting for since Jackson and I last saw each other, the others were just kissing his lips and being with him. I felt Jackson’s hot breath against my neck as we basked in the pleasure that we just shared.

  “So, you see the light again there, Jackson?” I smiled as I ran a hand up and down his back.

  “Are you kiddin’? I was practically partyin’ with the angels that time,” he laughed as he straightened up.

  Moving my hands up to his cheeks, I brought his face back down to mine for a deep kiss.

  “I take it that it was that good for you too,” Jackson said softly against my lips.

  “So much so that I was talking to the big man himself,” I breathed.

  Jackson pulled back and grinned, “Hope you told him that I was the one bringin’ you all that pleasure.”

  “Someone is cocky,” I laughed before I stopped myself realizing how that could be an innuendo, “No pun intended there…at all.”

  He chuckled and moved back, allowing me to hop down from the vanity.

  “Let’s get into this bath,” he took my hand and held onto it as I walked over to the bathtub and carefully stepped in.

  As I sunk down into the still steaming hot water, Jackson took his place across from me. I sighed contentedly and laid my head back against the edge of the bathtub, closing my eyes as the hot water soothed my body. Jackson’s hand grabbed one of my feet and I jumped in surprise.

  “I’m not goin’ to do anythin’ but rub your feet for you,” Jackson said gently as his thumbs began to massage my foot.

  “Oh…oh wow…” I groaned when I should have protested.

  I hated my feet, it was just one part of my body that I couldn’t bring myself to really ever like. My toes were small and stubby, they were only one of the parts of my body that I was very self-conscious about. After a few minutes, Jackson switched to my other foot. That was when I realized that no man had ever done this for me. It was a gesture of how much you cared for someone.

  “Jack…did you used to do this for Josie?” I realized the question came out before I could stop it.

  I opened my eyes to see him shaking his head, “Josie wasn’t one for gestures like these. Somethin’ about bein’ too much of a softie if I wanted to do somethin’ nice for her.”

  I found myself grinning at his response, “Well, with strong hands like that, you can do this anytime.”

  He laughed quietly as he released my foot. When he didn’t make a move to grab my other foot again, I squeezed in behind him and began to massage his shoulders. His head tilted forward, his chin touching his chest, as he let out a long sigh. His muscles were tense, the knots in his shoulders were hard as I worked them with my hands. The life of a baseball player was more stressful than I thought.

  “Can we talk about—” Jackson was cut off by his phone ringing.

  He held up a finger and
reached over the edge of the bathtub for his pants. Before he told me who was calling, he brought the phone up to his ear as he settled back in between my legs.

  “Hey Shelby. Yeah, I made it home safely,” he said in an annoyed tone.

  From what I remembered, his sister’s name was Shelby. It only made sense that his little sister would call to check up on him. And by little I meant that she was my age. I went back to working on the knots in my man’s shoulders. Making my own little pattern, I’d rub his shoulders for a moment then kiss his shoulder blades before going back to massaging. A smile spread wide on his face as he talked with his sister.

  “I don’t know, Shel. I wasn’t really plannin’ on havin’ any visitors. I’ve got home games literally every day but tomorrow.”

  He told his sister to hold on a minute before he put his phone on mute and turned to face me, “Mad, you wouldn’t mind if my sister came up to visit for the week…would you?”

  I furrowed my brow in confusion. Why did I have a say in this? “Jackson…it’s your house. I don’t live here, you can have whomever you want up here.”

  “That was what I was tryin’ to say before my sister decided to call. I wanted to talk to you about stayin’ the week with me here. I’ve already spent a whole week away from you and I don’t want to spend any more time apart when you don’t have to work, and I don’t have a game.”

  “A whole week with you here when we don’t have to work?” I questioned.

  He nodded, “Yeah. I was plannin’ on it bein’ just between you and me, but Shelby has been talkin’ to a guy on the Red Sox and she thinks that he will finally ask her out if she shows up here.”

  “Do you really want me to meet your sister this early?” Why did I have to ask so many questions?

  “Of course, I do. Madeline, you’re an amazin’ woman and I want you to stay here with me, but I also want you to meet my sister.”

  I believe my smile said it all as Jackson pressed his lips against mine.

  He quickly took the phone off mute and moved it back up to his ear, “Shel. You can come visit. There’s someone I want you to meet while you’re here. I’m sure you two will get along great.”

  Chapter Five

  Keeping my eyes closed, I rolled over to cuddle closer to Jackson. The room was now colder than usual since we weren’t steaming it up like we were last night. Using my hand as my guide, I felt around for his torso but everywhere my hand went I came up empty. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes only to see that I was alone in Jackson’s massive bed. When I looked at the clock that said it was eight am, I groaned out loud. We were supposed to spend the morning in bed together, not have him up at what felt like the crack of dawn.

  I rubbed my eyes and yawned before sitting up in his bed. All of my clothes were in his bathroom still and I wasn’t exactly feeling like getting redressed in them right away. A long flannel robe laid on a chair on one side of the room. Shrugging a shoulder to myself, I got up and slid it on, tying it tight at the waist. Sure, it was way too long for me, being as Jackson was a foot taller than me, but it was actually really comfortable. I walked down the stairs, following the sounds of a radio that was discussing an upcoming baseball game that was going to be taking place today. Leave it to Jackson to keep up on his competition on his day off.

  Rounding the corner to the kitchen, I saw Jackson in a pair of solid black pajama pants that hung off his hips just right that I had to fight to keep my mouth closed. He was also shirtless which could have been another reason why my mouth wanted to go slack. It took me a moment to realize that he was chopping up something on the countertop.

  “What happened to staying in bed all morning?” I sighed dramatically as I walked into the kitchen and over to Jackson.

  His head lifted, and he looked over his shoulder with a large smile, “Guess I am still used to getting’ up so early for games and practices that I couldn’t sleep anymore.”

  I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing his back softly, “Doesn’t mean that you had to leave me all alone.”

  “I was goin’ to come back up to you with breakfast, I swear,” he chuckled.

  “Well now that I’m down here, that means you owe me a good morning kiss,” I smiled mischievously as I pressed my lips against his back again.

  Jackson suddenly turned around in my arms and lifted me up onto the kitchen island that was behind me. My legs parted slightly so that he could step in between them as my arms wrapped lazily around his neck.

  “I am always willin’ to give you a good mornin’ kiss,” Jackson smirked as he leaned in to kiss me, stopping as his hands slowly skimmed up the bare skin of my thighs, “Wait, are you wearin’ my robe?”

  I nodded and reached down, quickly untying it and letting it fall open slightly before putting my arms back around his neck, “I wasn’t ready to get dressed yet.”

  “Holy shit,” Jackson murmured as lust flickered in his eyes and he crashed his lips into mine hungrily.

  Our kiss took off as it normally did whenever we kissed. It was rarely ever a sweet and innocent kiss between us. We kissed as though this moment was our last and we needed to make the most of it. Jackson’s lips trailed down to my neck and I bit my lip as a quiet moan escaped. My eyes opened, and a woman stood at the threshold of the kitchen with a wide grin on her face as she watched us. She was a few inches taller than I was, same brown hair as Jackson’s that fell well past her shoulders. I closed my eyes thinking that I was just imagining things, but when I opened them a second later, she was still there.

  “Uh…Jack?” I said as calmly as I could, not wanting to sound husky with lust.

  “Hmm?” He hummed against my neck.

  “Why is there a girl standing there smiling at us?” I asked softly.

  He instantly pulled away, “Fuck! I totally forgot.”

  Jackson pushed my robe closed tightly and stepped out of my legs which I instantly crossed to keep them shut.

  “Madeline, this is my sister Shelby. She decided to take a red eye flight here and I didn’t see the text until I got up this mornin’. Shelby, this is my girlfriend Madeline,” he explained as he helped me down off of the island.

  Cinching the belt of the robe tight at my waist, I held out a hand to her, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Shelby. Jackson has talked about you a lot.”

  She let out a high-pitched squeal as she ran over to me and engulfed me in a hug so tight that I almost couldn’t breathe, “When Jack told me he had a girlfriend this mornin’, I nearly lost it!”

  “Um…thank you?” It came out more of a question than a statement.

  She laughed, and it was almost as infectious as Jackson’s laugh, “I mean, I am so happy he found someone that makes him as happy as you do. Lord, when he was talkin’ about you after I got here, his eyes were shinin’ almost as bright as the sunrise.”

  Her southern twang was heavier than Jackson’s and I couldn’t keep from smiling. I looked over at Jackson who was blushing, and he shrugged.

  “What can I say? I’ve got a beautiful and smart lady in my life.”

  It was my turn to blush after that statement. Jackson wrapped an arm around me and kissed my lips chastely. We usually reserved those kisses for when company was present.

  My stomach growled loud enough for everyone to hear, “So…uh…what’s for breakfast?”

  Jackson chuckled as he kissed me again, “Southwestern omelets and bacon sound okay?”

  “Sounds delicious,” I grinned.

  He moved as though he was going to kiss my cheek, but his lips pressed against my ear, “Not as delicious as you are.”

  My breath caught in my throat and I playfully tapped Jackson’s chest, silently telling him we weren’t alone. I excused myself to go get dressed as Jackson went back to preparing breakfast and Shelby sat at the kitchen island talking to him. When I joined them once again, Jackson was at the stove and Shelby and I got to know each other better. We were the same age, so we did have quite a bit i
n common. She was a nurse practitioner at a clinic down in Houston and was absolutely loving it. When I told her that I was from Iowa originally, she seemed like she was so fascinated with that fact. It wasn’t really fascinating…it was Iowa.

  As we ate our breakfast, Jackson asked Shelby what she wanted to do. She knew that her ‘friend’ on the Boston Red Sox was already in town and she wanted to spend time with him. She had also said something about wanting to impress him. Jackson offered for a double date on his boat on the lake behind his house. My mouth nearly fell open, if I didn’t have food in my mouth at that moment…it would have fallen open. Jackson and I hadn’t even decided what we were going to do and now he wanted to take me on his boat? Shelby cheered as she ran out of the room to call her friend.

  “So…a day on a boat?” I said after swallowing my food and pushed my empty plate away.

  “Do you not want to go on the boat? Some people have a fear of them,” he looked concerned.

  I shook my head, “I’m not afraid of boats. I just don’t want you to be too distracted driving the thing when we are supposed to be spending time together.”

  Jackson came around the island and took me into his arms, “Madeline, nothin’ can distract me from you. I’ll take us out onto the lake and we can just enjoy the time out there and not speed around. You will be in my arms the whole time.”

  Leaning up on my tiptoes, I kissed him tenderly, “Boat date it is then. I just don’t have a swim suit if we decide to go swimming.”

  His eyes lit up and I knew exactly what he was thinking, “No, Jackson. I am not skinny dipping.”

  He was about to whine when Shelby came back into the room and said that her friend Brian would be there shortly. I offered to clean up breakfast so that Jackson could go get dressed. Almost as soon as he was out of hearing range, Shelby started talking.

  “So, Jackson says you two have only been together for a week?” She cocked her head to the side but the smile on her face said this wasn’t an interrogation.