by R. R. Banks
"I can see it when I look at you," he said. "And when I touch you."
"Does that bother you?" I asked.
My voice felt powdery and unsure in my throat, but Jackson shook his head, reaching for me again.
"Not at all," he said.
There was a smile on his lips and I realized that as unsure as I was to tell him, he was happy.
Suddenly Jackson's mouth was on mine again. He leaned forward and pressed his body against mine, covering me so that I felt the pressure of his body touching mine from my shoulders to my knee. The insistence of his hardening erection nudged into my belly and I felt the muscles there beginning to tremble. His mouth crushed against mine and he drew my tongue in against his, sucking on it gently and yet insistently. He kissed me until I felt breathless, and then took his lips just far enough away that I could hear him speak without him fully taking his mouth from mine.
"I want to be the first one to touch you," he whispered. "I want to know that I am the only one who has felt your body that way."
I drew in a breath.
"You are," I said.
We were rushing, moving faster than I ever could have imagined. Yet it felt completely right. I couldn't explain it. I wouldn't be able to justify this to myself, much less to anyone else, but I felt that this was where I was supposed to be, and what I was supposed to be doing.
I smiled against his lips as his kiss pressed against my mouth again and reached out to wrap my arms around Jackson's neck. His hands came to my hips and pulled me up against him, pushing his hips forward so that the pressure of his erection was even stronger against me. The feeling made my mouth water and my body responded to him in a natural, primal way. I suddenly ached for him, feeling bright and alive, yet also empty and reaching for him. I have been waiting for this opportunity to be alone with him since he asked me to get together with him after the gala, and now that we were not only alone, but I could feel and taste the combination of his kiss and Lucas's in my mouth, I felt as though I couldn't control myself. I needed him like I could never imagine needing anyone, except for the three other gorgeous men who waited in the ballroom.
I pulled Jackson closer against me, my fingertips pressing into the back of his neck and digging into his hair, but I suddenly felt him press against my hips so that he eased me away from him. He shook his head at me and I felt my heart clench.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Slow down," he whispered, "you don't have to go so fast."
He gently took my arms away from his neck and I realized that he wasn't stopping me. He was guiding me, easing me along.
"But I don't want to slow down," I said.
"Yes," he said. "Yes, you do."
His mouth brushed across the side of my neck and then ran along the curve of my shoulder. As he kissed me, his hands moved to the back of my dress and slowly eased the zipper down. He was moving with torturously slow precision, carefully parting the sides of my dress and bringing them forward down my arms so that he could peel the slinky black garment away from me. When it was away from my arms, he drew it away from me even more slowly. He revealed my breasts, then my ribs, and then my shaking belly before it finally pulled at my hips. He paused there for just a moment before pushing the dress the rest of the way down off of my legs. I stood in front of him now only in my pantyhose, heels, and lace bra. He touched the tips of his fingers to the soft dip between my collar bones and ran them down the center of my chest and on to my belly, continuing until they reached the waistband of my pantyhose. He then leaned forward so that I could feel the warmth of his breath along the swells of my breast.
I shook slightly, my skin tingling. He ducked his head down further so that it was now his lips that brushed along my skin. I drew in a trembling breath, arching back slightly to lift my chest closer to him and grant him fuller, unhesitating access. The tip of his tongue touched my skin and I remembered the feeling of each of the brothers licking the chocolate away from my body as we stood on the dance floor in the ballroom. Knowing that there were other people around us who could see the attention that they were giving me had been scintillating, but the reaction wasn't lessened now that we were alone. His body so close to mine and so much of my skin available to him was bringing my arousal to a fevered pitch and I whimpered, wanting to tell him what I was feeling. Even if he knew what I wanted, Jackson remained slow and patient, exploring me with exacting focus.
It was my turn to make a move, to exert myself. I brought my fingers to the buttons that held the cape around his shoulders. It slid down his back and to the floor and I began to release the buttons along the front of his shirt. When I reached his belly, I gathered his shirt in my fingers and pulled it out of the waistband of his pants. I released the rest of the buttons and pushed the shirt back off of his shoulders so that I could reach out and touch the smooth, warm skin beneath it. I kissed the center of his chest and then up to his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat and muscles on my lips and breathing in the smell of his skin.
Suddenly Jackson took me by my upper arms and led me to take several steps back until I was pressed up against the door. He ran his hands along the sides of my ribcage and brushed his palms over the lace cups stretched across my breasts to the clasp between them. His fingers deftly snapped the clasp open, allowing the cups to fall away from my heavy breasts and taut, desire-reddened nipples.
Jackson eased down to his knees in front of me and pressed his face to my stomach, kissing his way up until he opened his mouth and took in one of my breasts. I dug my fingers into his hair and arched slightly, my eyes fluttering closed as one of his hands cupped my breast and he pulled his mouth away to swirl his tongue around my nipple. He then drew it between his teeth and sucked on it before switching sides and sucking my other nipple. His free hand ran down the side of my leg and onto the buckle of my shoes. He released it and helped me to step out before repeating the process with the other. He tucked both of his hands around the backs of my thighs and guided me slightly away from the door so that he could dip his fingers down into the waistband of my pantyhose and peel them away. As he withdrew my feet from them, I pulled my bra away from my arms and dropped it to the side. Suddenly I was completely bare in front of him and Jackson leaned back so that he could look at me. He made a sound of appreciation low in his throat and covered both breasts with his hands, kneading into the flesh as he let his vibrant blue eyes take in every inch of my vulnerable, exposed body.
His mouth settled on the center of my belly again and I groaned when the tip of his tongue dipped into my navel. New, surprising sensations rippled through me, creating a surge of desire that shot through my entire body and settled between my thighs. I knew my body was getting hot and wet, readying itself for a deeper, more intimate touch, and I instinctively let my thighs drift slightly apart. His fingertips pressed into my skin as he kissed down my body and I could feel the heat of his lips searing into my belly.
Finally, his mouth reached the apex of my thighs and I felt Jackson's tongue dip down to draw through my petals in a slow, low lick that made me nearly crumble. His hair was thick and silky in my fingers and I held him tighter to steady his head in place, encouraging him, desperate for more of the dizzying, nearly overwhelming sensation. His hands slid up my thighs to rest on my hips and hold me more tightly in place as he coaxed me with the tip of his tongue. He took one of my knees in his hand and pulled it to part my legs even further, allowing his mouth easier access to the most tender, sensitive parts of me. His tongue immediately slid further and my head dropped back, a cry escaping my lips. I felt my hips lift away from the door and Jackson filled his hands with my butt, both holding me steady and tilting me forward so that my core pressed further into his mouth and he was able to explore me thoroughly.
When Jackson's tongue delved inside of me, I screamed out, unable to contain myself. This did nothing to quell Jackson. Instead, it seemed to motivate him, to fuel him even further. He moved his tongue within me, plunging it deeper an
d deeper before gliding nearly out and beginning to swirl it in a circular motion. He brought his hand onto my lower belly so that he could use the pad of his thumb to massage into the incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves at my peak, the sweet pearl that he had brought forward with his patient coaxing. I closed my eyes, giving myself over completely to the intense feelings that Jackson was introducing my body to as he touched me without hesitation and with total abandon. Soon he withdrew his tongue from my body and eased it up higher so that it replaced his thumb, picking up the rhythm to continue building the tension that was coiling tightly inside of me.
Jackson shifted slightly so that he was off of his knees and balancing on the balls of his feet. I heard the sound of his zipper and my desire spiraled only higher. The masterful, precisely controlled and yet overwhelming attention that he was giving me was bringing me close to the edge of oblivion at dizzying speed and there was nothing that I could do to withhold the sounds that were pouring out of me. My hips rolled against his mouth, simultaneously trying to ease the intensity of the sensations and seek relief from the powerful tightening of the muscles through my hips, thighs, and stomach. He was intently attuned to my body, seeming to know exactly how I needed him to touch me and adjusting his mouth and hands in slight but impactful ways to keep the pleasure rolling through me and yet tempering me so that I never quite toppled over that edge.
I felt Jackson shift again and realized that he had kicked off his pants. I then heard a tearing sound and felt the back of his hand brush against my leg. I lifted my head away from the door just enough that I was able to glance down and see Jackson rolling a condom down his thick, delicious-looking erection. He returned his full attention to me, pushing me further until I felt like I was totally losing control. Just as I reached the edge, feeling myself spiraling into blissful release, Jackson rose to his feet. He lifted one of my legs to wrap around his waist and I felt him sink into me. I let out a strangled cry as he filled me and the tension immediately dissolved into an earth-shaking orgasm. He pushed deeper as each contraction drew him further into me and then began to roll his hips in long, controlled strokes to further the intense sensations washing over me.
As I began to come down from the blistering peak of my climax, Jackson carefully picked me up and wrapped me fully around him so that he could carry me across the room and to the bed. I felt him step up onto the platform and then gently lay me across the comforter. I opened my eyes so that I could look up at him, lost in the combination of his bright blue gaze and the feeling of him so incredibly hard and deep inside of me. I released the tension in my legs so that they slipped away from his sides. Allowing my thighs to part fully opened me even more to Jackson as I offered myself to him without hesitation. I saw desire flare in his eyes and he rose up over me so that he drove even more deeply, pressing hard against the tightness of my body to make my walls accustomed to him. There was pain as I stretched to accommodate him, but it was delicious, delirious pain and I lifted my hips slightly to meet it.
He positioned his arms on either side of me and I could see the muscles bulging with each rock of his hips against me. He groaned with each thrust and my desire began to build again. I reached up and placed my hands on his back, allowing them to slide over the slickness of sweat. His muscles shifted and tightened as his thrusts became more insistent and faster. The strokes became more intense as his sounds grew louder and stronger. I was rushing toward another climax and I knew that he was right there with me. I lifted my hips higher, allowing my instincts to seek new levels of pleasure created each time I adjusted my angle. The hit of his engorged cock against my back wall hummed through my body, making me feel as though he was reaching every inch of me, seeping into my very being. Suddenly he gave a final thrust and held himself there, hovering over me as he pressed as deeply within me as he could reach. His head fell back and he gave a roar of pleasure. I felt him throb and pulse and the thought of him experiencing his own pleasure sent me toppling over the edge into another powerful orgasm. I milked him until he collapsed down into my arms, our breath uneven and trembling, our bodies sweaty and spent. I felt as though we were melding together, creating a higher level of existence.
Jackson held me close to him and kissed along the curve of my neck. His head rested over my heart and I felt his breath trailing over my breast, feeling intense on my highly sensitive nipples. I wrapped my arms around him and let out a happy, satisfied sigh.
Chapter Eight
Jackson
I thought that I was going to fall asleep, but I was too excited, too filled with adrenaline after my experience with Gabrielle to let myself drift away. She cooed happily as she slipped beneath the covers, rolling onto her stomach and stretching out against the sheets. She seemed completely relaxed, in tune with herself in the unique and indescribable way that came with this new discovery of herself. I kissed between her shoulder blades and climbed off of the bed.
"I'll be right back," I said. "Just relax."
I got dressed and reluctantly walked out of the room, heading for the bedroom that I usually used when I wanted to stay the night at the Club. I didn't want to be away from Gabrielle. I wanted to curl up around her and sleep until I had my energy back and then go for round two. But I was hungry and I knew that she would be, too. I could have called for the kitchen to send whatever I wanted to me, but I didn't want anyone coming into the room. I felt a strong sense of protectiveness over that room and over Gabrielle. It was better for me to go get food and bring it back to her so that no one came into the indulgent space that we had created and disturb her.
Once I was in my bedroom I changed out of my suit and into more comfortable clothing before heading for the concierge. The restaurant was closed for the night, but the kitchen itself was always open for those who were at the Club late. I made my order and took a seat in one of the large open lounges to wait. I had been reading my way through one of the old hardback books that filled the shelves lining the walls when Lucas dropped down into the seat beside me. He was still wearing his suit from the gala and he looked tired.
"Everyone's finally gone," he said. "I have a feeling, though, that every bedroom in this place is going to be seeing some serious use tonight. And maybe even a few of the rooms that don't have beds."
"Then I would say that our idea for the gala was a success," I said.
"It certainly was." My brother looked at me with a smirk on his lips. "Speaking of which," he said.
He didn't have to say anything else. I knew exactly what he was asking me. But I wasn't sure how I wanted to respond to him. I had never had any hesitation talking about my exploits with any of my brothers. In fact, normal breakfast table conversation generally revolved around our companion from the night before. This time, though, it seemed different. Considering the circumstances that we were in, I didn't want to just spill everything about what had happened earlier or start trying to assign an evaluation to her. I had been given the honor to be the first, not just the first of the four of us, and I wanted to keep that to myself. But I also wanted to give the rest of my brothers a chance to experience her without anything that I said hanging over them. If she was going to be a part of our lives moving forward, she needed a relationship with each of us as well as all of us.
"Hopefully you'll be finding out for yourself soon enough," I said.
Lucas grinned at me.
"Hopefully I will."
A waiter came toward me with a cart full of food and I stood.
"I'll take it," I said.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Absolutely."
I handed him a generous tip and started back toward the bedroom.
When I got back I was disappointed to see that Gabrielle had gotten out of bed and put on pajamas. She was propped up against the pillows reading and looked up at me with slight surprise in her eyes when I came back in.
"You're back," she said.
"I told you that I would be."
She smiled and
put the book on the table beside the bed.
"What's all that?" she asked, gesturing toward the cart
"I thought that we could use a little snack," he said. "I didn't get much to eat today before the gala."
"Neither did I," she admitted.
I brought the cart up to the platform and start carrying plates up to the bed, resting them on the comforter with her. When I was finished, I climbed up to her and rested back on the pillows as we ate.
"Tell me more about yourself," I said after a few moments.
She shrugged.
"There's not a lot to tell."
"Somehow I doubt that," I said. I reached out and picked up a few olives from one of the trays. "Tell me about your family. Do you have any siblings?"
"Well," she said. "You know I have a sister. Skylar. That's it. She has three children and is pregnant, which, of course, my parents love. She's the good sister."
"What's that mean?"
She shrugged again.
"I haven't exactly lived up to what they wanted from me. I worked at a consulting firm for a few years, but that ended really badly, and that's when I just kind of said screw it and opened my shop. My parents think that I'm way too old to be single and childless and chasing what they think is a silly dream making chocolate rather than having a real career."
"Owning a business is a real career," I argued. "That's where success begins. Working at another company is just working on someone else's dream and building their success. You're doing the right thing."
She smiled.
"Thank you. I've always wanted to hear that from someone." She looked away and shook her head slightly. "That's pretty embarrassing to admit."
"Why is that embarrassing to admit? Everybody needs validation every now and then. It sounds like you haven't been getting very much from the people who should be giving it to you. You deserve to feel like you are important and that you're doing something that's valid."