by Aria Cole
“You’ve made me so fucking hard, Sadie.” Jackson grit. His teeth grazed up between my breasts, his tongue darting up to lick the pebbled peak. Fire burned like dry ice through my veins, eating up all the oxygen, pushing me one step closer to falling over the edge.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I uttered, the words falling out in a helpless ramble.
“I’ve been desperate for the taste of you on my tongue since I first touched you. The way you look up at me, Sadie, fucking undoes me.” Jackson moved in and out of me, sometimes pushing deep and filling me, other times taking short, shallow strokes until he finally sped up and took me to the very end. I wrapped my arms around his body and ran my palms along his sweat-slicked skin, down his hips and bottom. I squeezed lightly as he picked up his pace, pounding me with everything he had.
“God, oh, Jackson,” I begged. “More, harder. God, more.”
He pulled me flush against his body and held me in his powerful grip. Our thighs, our hips, our torsos were aligned tightly. One hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me to his lips, and suddenly we were crushed together and kissing fiercely. The desperate way his tongue twisted with mine fueled my passion. A sensual moan escaped his throat as I held his head tighter to my lips, returning his kiss with just as much ferocity as he was aiming at me.
His hips circled, a hand slipping between us and tracing a maze at my clit with his gorgeous, work-roughened hands that pulled across my skin like sandpaper and coursed fire through my body.
“I want to hear you, pretty girl. Cum on my thick cock and let me hear it.”
His words were the last match to set my orgasm ablaze. It ran through me, short-circuiting my insides and loosening my muscles with every throbbing heartbeat. We were a tangle of reckless sensation, violent passion, frantic connection crescendoing in a tidal wave that pulled me under.
“Jesus, you’re like a tight fist squeezing my cock.” He slipped his tongue past my lips, swallowing my serrated moans. His hands tightened at my hips before he steadied himself, his head thrown back as rasped grunts floated between us. “God, yes, Sadieeeee.”
I sucked in desperate gulps of oxygen. The sound of our bodies slapping together, the scent a heady combination of sex, cum, him, that fed my arousal.
“I fucking love being inside you.” His teeth skimmed the shell of my ear. A slow smile crept up my lips, my body still weak and recovering. He ran his fingers through my wild hair and nuzzled into my ear, taking a long, deep breath. “You smell like me.”
I sighed contentedly, rolled, and wrapped my arms around his body. I opened my eyes slowly to find him staring at me thoughtfully. A slow grin spread across my face. “What?”
“You,” he grinned.
“What about me?”
He traced the shell of my ear lightly with his thumb. “Watching you cum is fucking beautiful.” I felt a blush creep up my neck. “And seeing you blush…” His fingertips dusted across my collarbone. “Is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll never get enough of you.”
He slid a hand between my thighs, massaging the aroused flesh tenderly. When he pulled his hands away, his eyes narrowed for a minute before he looked back at me.
Blood. There was blood staining his fingertips.
“Jesus, Sadie. You were a virgin?” He thrust a hand through his already-rumpled hair.
I sat silently, suddenly feeling ashamed I hadn’t told him. I suddenly wanted to dart out of this room, through his big beautiful house, and never look back.
But could I?
Was running even possible anymore?
“Sadie.” He pulled me into his lap, our chests heaving breathlessly, our limbs twisting and vining around each other until…he was right… I was no longer sure where I ended and he began. Peace settled deep in the marrow of my bones at the feeling. I trusted him. I’d never trusted any man but my daddy. Until now. Until Jackson.
“If I had known you were a virgin I would have been different…more…” He struggled for words, but I saw the regret swimming in his eyes as clearly as I felt the emotion watering mine.
“I don’t want you any different, Jackson. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want sweetness, forget tenderness, I wanted to feel you. I wanted to feel how I make you feel. I want to know I turn you on so much you nearly lose your mind,” I breathed, brushing a lock of hair off his forehead.
He sighed, dancing his nose up the line of my neck, nurturing me, taking care of me, worrying over me. “I didn’t want to take it from you like that.”
“You didn’t, Jackson.” I held his face in my palms, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “I gave it to you.”
His eyes shimmered before his arms wrapped around my body, his lips pressing against mine in slow, decadent, soul-fucking thrusts.
Jackson Fox owned me.
Chapter Six
JACKSON
Where are you? I typed, sending the message off to Sadie.
Some part of me had thought she was an itch I could scratch and that making her cum would release the vise-like grip she had around my cock, my head, my heart. But it wasn’t that way. Not at all. If anything I’d grown more obsessed. I craved her more, needed her often, refused to let her out of my sight.
Until tonight.
I grunted, shooting off another text. Answer me, or I’m putting you over my leg when you get home.
She’d gone to a wedding tonight, and I would have gone with her except she was a damn bridesmaid, and as much as I wanted to see her standing up there in a fancy dress, I wanted her up there with me.
So I’d spent the night at the garage, doing schedules for next week and finishing up a few small jobs that I’d been putting off. I was biding my time until Sadie was back, because suddenly my home without her felt impossibly fucking lonely.
I didn’t even care to be there if her sweet laugh wasn’t filling the space.
I shoved a file drawer closed, glancing at the clock to note it was after eight. Hell, she’d been gone since four. How long did these things take?
A soft creak echoed through the office then, and I turned to find her standing there, highlighted in soft moonlight, her short hair tucked behind her ears, her eyes looked so beautiful, so warm, her beautiful neck bare exposing her her sweet tits.
Her eyes narrowed, and she placed a hand on one hip. “I feel like I have my own personal stalker. I’ve only been gone four hours. How many texts did you send me, Jackson?”
I grunted, crossing the space between us and pulling her against my body. “I don’t give a fuck.” I held her face in my palms and kissed her so hard I hoped she’d feel the sting of my lips in the morning. “I needed you.”
Her body melted against mine, and her arms draped over my neck before I hoisted her up on my desk.
“And I wanted to get under this dress.” I angled a grin at her, sliding my hands up her thighs, devouring the sweet warm flesh with my hands. “I should have made you wear a fucking sweater over this.” I hooked a fingertip in the low neckline and pulled, loving the way her tits fell out, hard little nipples greeting me. “I don’t like anyone seeing what’s mine.”
“Jackson, you’re…” Her words trailed off when my lips attached to the hard peaks, sucking and pulling, swirling and nipping until her hips were rocking against me. A shiver sped through her body, and I switched to her other nipple, fisting the flesh of her breast so I could draw as much of her into my greedy mouth as possible.
“Next time I see you in a dress, you’ll be takin’ my last name,” I breathed, sliding her off the desk and turning her to face away from me. “Now about that punishment…”
“Punishment?” Her head whipped around, eyes round and completely fucking captivating in their innocence.
“For not answering your texts.” I pulled her chin to me, kissing her hard and fast, pulling my lips away and sliding a palm up the valley of her back.
Gently, slowly, I felt the soft curve of her spine, then pushing her down over
my desk. “You’re a fucking vision in this dress, Sadie.”
She shuddered when I slid the silky fabric up her thighs, gathering it in my fist at her waist. “You’re damn lucky you wore panties tonight.” I caressed the curve of her bottom. “I’d lose my mind if I knew another man could smell my pussy.”
I hooked a finger in the elastic and tore them down her thighs, landing one swift smack on her gorgeous cheek. She flinched with the surprise, her hips wiggling.
“Mm, naughty girl. You like my handprint on your pretty ass?” I landed another smack, a little harder this time. “Your ass is already red.” I pressed a finger into her cunt, hot arousal soaking her lips. “You like that, don’t you? You’re so fucking wet.”
“Yessss…” she groaned. “Do it harder.”
“That’s my girl.” My cock rubbed against the teeth of my zipper, my jaw tight as I held onto a thin thread of control. I landed two more swift cracks on her other ass cheek, then slid my hand over the sweet, pink flesh, soothing away the sting with my touch.
“That feels…amazing,” she gasped.
“Your cunt is dripping, Sadie.” I slid a finger back into her pussy, fucking her with my hand, my dick growing harder with her every sultry moan. This woman was fucking incredible. I needed her. Enough of the punishment. I wanted to bury myself between her legs and lose myself inside her.
In one quick movement I pulled the zip on the side of the dress, watching the soft satin pool around her ankles, the heavenly scent of her filling me. I spun her in one quick movement, hungry for her eyes.
“I don’t like being without you.” I pulled my own zipper down, freeing my aching cock from my jeans and fisting it in one long, slow stroke as I gazed at her.
“I hated being without you, too,” she whimpered, crawling up my body until I hooked her thighs in my hands, her ankles locking behind my waist. Turning, I pressed her against the large, glass window. Stalls of cars and tools and equipment, all silent as I ran my cock through her soaked folds.
Her fingers clutched at my neck as I sank inside her in one possessive thrust. I needed her to know she was mine, needed to show her all the things I couldn’t say.
“Yes, Jackson, yes.” Desperate words fell on my ears as her teeth clamped down on my shoulder, pain searing through my flesh as I pumped, thrusting in frantic, defiant strokes, determined to feel the end of her, determined to own all of her.
“Don’t leave again, Sadie. Not like that. You wear something like this out, you need me to fend off the wolves. Got it?” I pressed a fingertip at the rosebud of her back entrance, enjoying the way she twitched and moaned beneath my fingers.
“Yes…yes, yes, yes.” She worked her hips against mine, just as frantic for me as I was for her.
“Say it. Tell me, Sadie.”
“I needed you. I need you. Every day, oh God,” she moaned as I yanked her legs in front of me, sinking one of her sweet toes into my mouth and sucking. She breathed, “I need you to do this every night.”
“My pleasure, pretty girl.” I held her ankle at my shoulder, using the new angle to fuck her harder, deeper.
“Jesus, I can’t, everything is so… I think I’m going to—” Her words split off as shards of pleasure sliced through her body. She came undone around my dick, her body shuddering, her face twisted in gorgeous passion as she rode her orgasm against me.
“Fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I hissed as my own release pummeled through my gut, sending a spray of hot cum deep inside her. “God yesssss,” I hissed, pulling me cock from her body and sliding a hand between her pussy lips. “You’re covered in my cum,” I ground out, sliding two fingers inside her, pushing my cum back into her body. “I want it coating your cunt, right where it belongs.”
“Oh…” Sadie sucked in a ragged breath of air. “Jackson…”
“Did I fuck you speechless?” I asked, tucking my dick back into my jeans and lifting her into my arms. Her body was limp, like a rag doll. I’d fucked her straight over the edge. “Takin’ you home, sweetheart.” I placed a reverent kiss on her forehead. “I want you in my arms all night tonight.”
Chapter Seven
SADIE
I spent the weekend holed up at Jackson’s house, in his bed, mostly naked.
Our loving was passionate, all-consuming, thrilling. The way my body burned for him was uncontrollable, the way my heart fluttered when he placed a hand at my back when we’d gone out for lunch, or when he’d brought me breakfast in bed Sunday morning, left me feeling so protected, safe, cared for.
On Monday morning he brought me to my apartment for a change of clothes, waited while I changed, then drove us to the garage for work. Like we’d settle into some comforting routine already, I found myself wondering what a future with Jackson would look like. We could do just this…roll around in bed all night together, go to work in the mornings, spend our weekends fixing up old cars. As simple as it sounded, that was my dream. A life with him suddenly felt possible.
Jackson whipped into the parking lot at Fox Motors, eyes cutting to mine as he parked. “Ready to get dirty?”
“Always.” I grinned, about to step out of the car when he pulled me across the seat, smashing his lips against mine in a possessive kiss.
“Gonna be torture not putting my hands on you today,” he gruffed in my ear, his tongue flicking against the lobe and sending me into a lusty haze. “Think it’s time you just moved in with me. I want to know you’ll be in my bed every night.”
My heart slammed to a halt at his words. “M-move in with you?”
His lips turned up as he watched me. “Yeah…I want you at my place.”
“Jackson, it’s only been a few weeks!”
“Don’t give a shit how long it’s been. I’ve never had a woman at my house before, Sadie. You’re the only woman that’s been in my bed. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Damn if I’m going to let it go…or let you prance all over town in dresses that reveal too much of what’s mine.”
His eyes swallowed up the contours of my body, his hands coming to rest at my cheeks. He kissed me long and slow, emotion and sensation overwhelming every part of me.
“Say yes,” he ordered.
“I…”
His hand slipped between my thighs, rubbing against the seam of my jeans in slow, agonizing strokes. “Say yes, Sadie.”
Warning laced his voice, and a flood of arousal dampened my thighs when I thought about the punishment he might dole out if I said no.
But I didn’t want to say no.
I wanted to start my life with Jackson, and I wanted to start it now.
“Sadie?” The word was breathed in my ear.
“Yes,” I said in a rush. “Yes, I want to be in your arms every night. I want your kisses every morning.”
“Mm…” His fingers sped at my crotch, finding the hot little button that burned for him. “That’s my girl.”
His teeth dragged over the shell of my ear, and before I could stop it an orgasm spiked through my body. “Oh God.”
I clutched at his taut forearm, riding the wave of his hand between my thighs.
“You’re gonna get way more than just my kisses every morning.” He dusted his lips across my neck, landing at my lips, plunging his tongue past the seam.
“I hope I get a few more spankings,” I teased. “I almost said no just for the punishment.”
His sexy laugh filled the car. “I guarantee you’ll get a few more of those—you’re too damn stubborn to do what I say all the time.”
I shook my head, waiting for him to come around the car and open the door, something he insisted on doing. Ever the gentleman, even if he had just worked me up into a frenzy with his fingers.
“You need any help today?” He laced his fingers through mine when I stood from the car.
“No, just some oil changes, replacing the calipers on a pickup this afternoon.” We walked across the parking lot to the office door.
“Let me know if you need anything.�
� He paused, placing a kiss on my lips. “Have a good day.”
“You too, handsome.” I grinned when he turned, stepping through the office door.
“Looks like someone’s bangin’ the boss. That against policy or somethin’?” Tom, a new hire, came out of the first bay of the shop.
I narrowed my eyes, not liking the way he was leering at me. He took a step closer, eyes zoned in on my chest. “Can’t say I blame him for takin’ you for a ride.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Jackson was out of the office door, leaving it groaning on its hinges as he crossed the space separating him and Tom in a few strides. He fisted his shirt collar, holding him in a vise grip. “Say that again.”
Tom’s eyes were wide, his hands clutching at Jackson’s arm, shaking his head violently.
“You’re fired. Get out of here.” Jackson let him go with a shove, sending Tom flying backwards behind him to land in a heap on the concrete.
“Jackson—” I rushed to his side, not sure what to do.
“If I ever see you again I’ll shove my fist through your face so many times even your mama won’t recognize it.”
Tom nodded, eyes never leaving Jackson’s before he stood, tossing his oil rag on the ground and heading for his truck.
“I had a bad feeling about that guy the minute I hired him.”
“You didn’t have to—”
“Damn fucking right I did. Don’t need a guy like that working here.” Jackson’s eyes landed on me for the first time. “You’re safe here, sweetheart.”
Jackson pulled me into his arms, my hands locking behind his waist instantly as I nuzzled into his chest. Tears pulled at my eyelids. “You’re my hero.”
“Ah, baby. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t defend your honor?”
I think that was the moment I fell hard and fast for Jackson Fox. He took care of me like a man was meant to take care of a woman. With Jackson, I would never have to wonder if I was special. He showed me I was, every single day.