by Laura Avery
“Finish me off,” Jackson seethed into my ear.
“E-excuse me?” I stuttered back at him in shock.
He pulled back a little bit and smirked. “You heard me. It’s your fault I didn’t get any relief so it’s up to you to make it up to me.” He glanced down at his rock hard cock and tilted my head down, forcing me to take in the sight with him. “God, look at that, Emery. Months away from you got me so fucking worked up it’s almost too much to handle,” he sighed. “No way to get out my aggression.”
My eyes went wide at the sight and I forced my tongue still so he wouldn’t hear me gasp. It was huge! Long and thick and so hard that I could practically see the soft veins popping out of it. And the tip? God, it was round and glistening brightly under the brightly lit room.
I’d never seen anything like it in my life.
“You want me to… you’re asking me to…”
“I’m not asking you anything. I’m telling you.”
“I’ve never given head before!” The words came tumbling out before I could stop myself. I felt my body shift a shade of pink and humiliation float up and down my back. It was like a sense of word vomit that would never get under control when I was around him. Jackson brought out the absolute worst in me, the absolute weakest version of myself.
“Oh, I know you haven’t, little lamb.”
Of course, he did.
“But,” he continued. “You’ve thought about it.”
I kept staring at his huge cock, memorized by it. “Maybe.”
He slipped his hand under my chin and tilted my head back up so that I was looking at him again. “Yeah?” he challenged, anger taking over his features. “With who? Who’s cock have you thought about sticking in that wet, tight, little mouth of yours?” His hand clawed into the wall behind me as he eagerly waited. “Whose cock have you thought about swirling that fucking hot tongue around, lamb?”
I could see his chest rising up and down rapidly now, the anger struggling to keep itself confined inside of him. The thought of me thinking about another man pissed him off; he wanted complete control over every part of me, especially my mind.
If he only knew how little he had to worry.
I averted my eyes guiltily but it was too late, he had already seen my admission written across my face. I felt him instantly relax, his breathing slowly returning back to normal. He reached up and laced his hand through my hair. “Say it,” he whispered to me. “I want to hear you say it.”
My legs started to tremble from the ache resting there. My wetness was flowing freely now and if he looked closely he would have been able to see the juices flowing down the side of my thighs. “Yours,” I squeezed out. “I’ve thought about sucking yours,” I admitted the words I’d kept to myself all these years.
“Fuck,” he moaned into my ear. “Finish me off.”
As embarrassing as it was to admit I had never even given a hand job before. As much as I wanted to grab Jackson’s huge cock and stroke it until my hand ached, I wouldn’t even know where to start. Jackson Lucas could have any girl he wanted, I doubted my mediocre jerking off skills was going to do much for him. I pushed my hand slowly down his stomach, taking advantage of the fact that he was letting me touch him freely for the first time in my life.
I froze when I reached his pipe, fear jolting me back to reality. This was the man who had made my life miserable, the man whose family wanted to destroy me, the man who had laughed at me for my entire existence. Yet, I couldn’t stop myself from touching him, from the overwhelming need and curiosity that came along with pleasing him. I wrapped my small hand around him, barely able to fit him fully in my palm. “Jackson,” I whispered. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Just stroke it,” he whispered.
I did, softly at first and then faster. Jackson pushed his hand up and held it under my mouth. “Spit in my hand,” he ordered. “Now,” he added when I paused for half a beat. He smirked in satisfaction when I let my saliva fall on his fingers just like he knew I would. His hand traveled down to his cock and intertwined with mine, getting it nice and slick.
He left his hand there, working it up and down over his hardness with mine, showing me just how he liked it. My legs quivered back and forth with each stroke, overwhelmed by what I was making him feel.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me.”
I hadn’t even realized they had drifted shut. I forced them open, taking in his dark blue eyes as his thick lips parted and he began to pant heaver in front of me. He pushed his face into mine, not kissing me like I craved, but staring at me instead. “That’s right, little lamb, you look at me with those good girl eyes when you jerk my big cock the fuck off,” he rasped halfway between anger and pleasure.
I gasped, feeling how moist my own panties were.
“Yeah, just like that, fuck that huge cock with your hand.”
I pushed my legs apart. I needed to cum. Shit; he was going to make me cum all over the inside of my panties. That had never happened to me before. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before.
“Look at me,” he sternly moaned. “You don’t get to fucking close your eyes.”
I couldn’t help it. They kept rolling back into my head without my permission. I pushed my legs apart even further, welcoming the relief that was going to consume my body soon. I needed this; I had been waiting years for this. He wanted to talk about built up aggression. My body had never felt pleasure like this and he wasn’t even touching me. I felt like I was having an out of body experience.
I felt him give one last thrust before his eyes snapped open a half an inch wider and a bunch of hot sticky cum was flashing all over my thighs. He moved my hand over it immediately, before he even had a chance to catch his breath. “Rub that shit into your skin, Emery.”
I obeyed, not wanting to break contact when I was so close.
But then Jackson was pushing away from me, pulling his pants closed and acting like I wasn’t on the verge of my own ecstasy. I reached for him but he shook his head. “No. You don’t get to cum, lamb. You don’t deserve to cum.”
My eyes grew wide. He had known I was close and that was why he had chosen that moment to let loose, choosing his own relief just in time so I wouldn’t get mine. He reached over and pushed my legs together. “I said, you don’t get to fucking cum.” He pushed his hand around the back of my neck and took my bottom lip in his teeth just like he did downstairs and bit down roughly. “And don’t take a shower tonight either, I want you to go to sleep with my cum all over your fucking thighs. You understand?”
The same hatred and control as always was in his eyes.
What did I think? That allowing me to touch him somehow made me special?
“Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes,” I told him firmly, reaching for him again. I was like a sick puppy. No matter how many times I was stung, I still wanted my master. I hated the way I craved him, hated the way he was all over me like an old sweater I had worn too long but couldn’t seem to let go of.
“I know what you’re thinking and it’s stupid.”
“Excuse me?”
“This story doesn’t end happily, lamb, do you hear me? There isn’t going to be any me and you riding off into the sunset together and living happily ever after once I realize you were the girl for me all along.” He moaned in hate; as if he was explaining a story he had already told a million times before. “I’m not going to fall in love with you. I’m not fucking capable of love and if I was, trust me when I tell you I wouldn’t waste it on the likes of you.”
Pain filled my body instantly and I snapped my eyes shut in an order to hide my tears. No matter how many times I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Jackson always somehow managed to find the words to cut through my heart like a thousand fucking knives.
“I HATE YOU!” I shouted the words at him.
Jackson took off toward the door, unaffected. “You don’t even know the meaning of the word.” He swung the d
oor open and glanced back at me one last time over his shoulder. “But by the time I’m done with you, you will, my little lamb.” The door slammed hard behind him and just like all the other times he had destroyed me I was left completely and totally alone.
Chapter Five
“Brotherly bonding.”
JACKSON
I lay in bed that night feeling satisfied for the first time in two years. Or, at least, I had been until I saw my brother’s name pop up on my caller ID. I brought the phone to my ear and sighed. “Liam.”
“Finally,” my older brother spat, clearly annoyed. “I’ve been calling all day.”
“Always nice to hear from you, too, big brother.”
“Don’t play fucking dumb, Jackson, where the hell have you been?”
“Where the fuck do you think I’ve been?” I roared back at him, jolting forward off my mattress. “I’ve been the same place I’ve been for the past two damn years, chasing your ghosts around the fucking world. I’m really sorry that me working my ass off to honor you has got in the way of our brotherly bonding time.”
I could practically feel him relax through the phone. “So, you’re still on track?”
“What the fuck do you think?” I snapped.
Liam’s tone softened a few beats. “I didn’t mean to sound short.”
“It’s fine,” I cut him off.
“Dad’s growing impatient and since I’m the only one here he can take it out on…”
I closed my eyes. My brother didn’t need to go into detail; I knew just how demanding my father could be, especially when things weren’t going his way. “Who is he taking his evilness out on his time?”
My older brother scoffed. “Some hooker from the projects.”
I cringed. “At least she’s getting a nice paycheck.”
The line stayed silent for a full twenty seconds. “We both know all the money in the world cant make up the permanent damage that comes after being involved in that fucked up shit.” He sounded just as evil and beaten as I felt and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. We may have been fucked up and lost but we would never be as bad as our father. Being anything like him was the last thing we craved.
“So, anything new?” Liam spoke again when I didn’t respond.
“No,” I lied; it was almost second nature by now.
Silence.
“I’ll find her,” I assured him.
“Both of them,” he corrected me.
“I’ll find both of them.”
It wasn’t a total lie. I had found Emery but I still hadn’t found Charlotte. Wherever she was hiding, she had done a way better job than Emery. Or maybe I was just more motivated to find Emery, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Liam to know I had the little lamb in my grasps; I just wasn’t ready to share her yet. Liam would tell my father instantly and they would get here as fast as they could… and then they would kill her.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my older brother. Hell, I trusted him more than most people, but I knew him well enough to know that he was fully loyal to my father in situations he didn’t personally give a fuck about. Not that he didn’t have a right to hate Emery, she had ruined his fucking reputation, cost him a full ride to the athletic school of his choice and now he was trapped inside of our house like some kind of prisoner. Emery and her little friend Charlotte had bit the cub and awoken the fucking lion.
And I didn’t hate Liam for being angry, I didn’t hate him for taking things as far as he had to in order to right what happened all those months ago, I didn’t even hate him for being so loyal to the man that had made our entire lives a fucking nasty game of cat and mouse… because as loyal as Liam was to our father, Pierce was to me. Both of my brothers would kill for me, but only my younger brother would take all my secrets with him to his grave.
“You sure you have your head on straight?” Liam snapped me out of it.
“What is this? Twenty questions?” I was growing more annoyed by the second.
Liam chuckled. “Pierce said something about you not getting your cock wet in a while, just not like you, that’s all.”
“Pierce needs to mind his own fucking business.” The words sounded salty on my tongue. My little brother wasn’t wrong, I hadn’t been eager to get lost in any pussy lately, mostly because no matter how much tail I snagged, it never left me satisfied. What the fuck was the point?
Until tonight, anyway, I knew bringing that skank into the room Emery was hiding in had been the right move. She couldn’t stand the sight of me with anyone else; I knew she wouldn’t be able to stomach it. Still, the look in her eyes while she wrapped her fingers around my cock and satisfied me was a new kind of thrill. One I had never had before and one that was almost as evil as the rest of the devil things that pulsed through my blood.
“You need pussy, Jackson,” my brother told me firmly. “I appreciate what you’re doing for me, you know I do, but fucking has always been one way for us to cope, and if you don’t have that outlet…” he trailed off.
“I know,” I filled in the blanks.
He was worried I was going to snap beyond the point of return.
“Good, then I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”
“Sure.” I clicked the end button and lay back down.
No, Liam wasn’t getting his hands on Emery until I was done with her.
And I couldn’t see that being anytime soon.
Chapter Six
“He always did have a thing for the pathetic ones.”
EMERY
My dorm was too cold for me to concentrate. I wrapped the blanket I had on my shoulders tighter around my arms and glanced toward the open door. Most people would consider is foolish to leave the door to your room open all night but not me. I wanted to be able to feel him coming.
And I knew he was coming.
It had been radio silent all day but that meant nothing.
He was here and he was waiting, like always, dragging my torture out.
And torture it was. I was either crying all day or sticking my hands down my undies and rubbing so hard that I was sore as hell down there. Morgan would be back from work soon, maybe then I would be able to relax. She had offered to call out but what was the point? If Jackson wanted me alone, he would get me alone, I knew him well enough to know there was no stopping him by now.
I jumped at the figure leaning against the frame in the doorway. I knew instantly it wasn’t Jackson because I had gotten no heat or sense of fear before he approached. He was just as tall though. Broad shoulders and light blonde hair. I let my eyes linger on his eyes and almost fell out of my chair. They were a deep green but the color wasn’t what affected me. No, it was how dead they were. Almost as dead as Jackson and his brothers, almost.
“Uh, can I help you?” My tongue felt like it weighed ten pounds.
He took his time looking me up and down before shaking his head slowly. “So, you’re her, huh?” He sighed loudly. “I can’t say I’m surprised, he always did have a thing for the pathetic ones.”
I swallowed and let my mouth hang open. “Excuse me?”
“Let me ask you something.” He crossed his hands over his chest and stood up straight. “Do you ever get sick and tired of being his fucking doormat? Why don’t you stand up for yourself, Emery? Why haven’t you ever stood up for yourself?”
“Who the hell are you?” I jumped up from my chair.
“Is it because you secretly like it? Or are you really that terrified of him?”
I moved closer. “Who. Are. You.”
“Just call me a friend.” He moved closer and pushed his fingers into my wrist. “Hang in there, he won't be a problem forever. In fact, he’ll be gone sooner than you think.” He moved his fingers to his lips and whispered, “shhh,” before he backed away and took off down the hall.
I ran after him, desperate to find out what in the world he was talking about only to smack into Jackson’s broad chest as it filled up the doo
rway. He caught me immediately, stopping myself from falling all over him. I backed away rapidly, pushing my hair out of my face and trying to catch my breath.
“Jesus! You scared me!”
“Who the fuck was that?” Jackson roared over me.
“Who was who?”
He pushed my body into my room and kicked the door shut behind him. “The guy running out of your room before I had a chance to catch up with him and snap his neck off his body?”
I considered telling him for a second before immediately dismissing it. What would I say? Some random guy had come to my door and tried to give me a pep talk into growing a backbone? I didn’t even know his name. Plus, Jackson knew everything about me, and it kind of felt nice to have the upper hand for once. Not to mention I was still pissed off about the stunt he had pulled last night.
“I don’t even know him,” I whispered.
He pushed my body across the room until I was slammed into the side of my bed. “Is that right? He was just in your room hanging out when you have no idea who he was?” His eyes were filled with jealousy and possession and I knew if I didn’t reassure him he would hunt down every guy on campus until he found my mystery visitor, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
“He was lost. He needed directions, that’s all it was.”
The look on my face must have satisfied him because he let go of me and looked me up and down like I was disgusting. “And do you always give directions to horny douchebags dressed like that?”
I glanced down at my shorts and tank top. “It’s what I sleep in.”
“You look like a fucking slut and I’m not going to tolerate it, do you understand?”
I nodded just to shut him up. “Yes.”
“Good. Now get into bed.”