by Kat Catesby
Jackson’s eyes try to tell me the words he thinks he can’t, but I can’t read him. I don’t know him the way he thinks he knows me.
“I care about you, more than you can understand, and to answer your question, I fucked Sonya, even though I like you because I need to.”
My frown deepens at this and Jackson tries to smooth it out with the silky, delicate touch of his thumb between my brows. “I know that sounds evasive and crap. I have something that women want, but they have something I need. I can’t explain it without frightening you, but the trade-off is mutual and well understood by both parties. My arrangement with Sonya for this evening was made before you came back into my life; it was too late to make alternative arrangements.”
“What do they provide?” I’m trying to be matter-of-fact.
“Something I can’t live without.”
“If you’re referring to sex, then I think you need some serious therapy; I’m not saying that to be spiteful, you really need help.”
“It’s not sex, Emilia – that’s what they want from me.”
“Why do they want that from you? I can see that you exist on the seriously attractive end of the spectrum, but you’re not the only hot guy on campus and honestly, you’re more than a little intimidating with a fairly arrogant attitude about you. So, why specifically do they want you?”
“This won’t help your opinion regarding my arrogance, but…I’m exceptionally good at giving orgasms. Women, especially hormonal college girls, will give me anything I ask for in return for being fucked senseless by me.”
I try to digest this and can’t help but wonder how good someone would need to be to get anything they want from another person…everything south of my bellybutton clenches when I realize, they would need to be epic.
Desire courses through me; I want to feel him expertly work my body to multiple blissful releases.
My sudden desire doesn’t go unnoticed, no matter how subtle it is. Jackson senses it and his demeanor shifts, ever so slightly. There’s a more predatory, yet weirdly sensual, edge to him. He steps closer. I step further away, trying to steady my racing pulse.
“So, you’re pimping yourself out? You’re basically a prostitute. Is that what you’re saying?” There’s no steel in my accusation; I’ve lost my edge and he knows it. Like a rabbit in headlights, I’m now fair game…his game.
“Being a whore is very one-sided, sweetheart. My arrangements are…pleasurable…to all involved,” his voice is low and erotic.
He stalks closer to me with the dirtiest, sexiest glint in his eyes and my heart rate explodes; resistance is totally futile and the filthy part of my brain rejoices, flooding my body with needy anticipation.
There’s no mistaking the look of blatant lust on Jackson’s face. I’m undone, he knows it and he’s going to take me.
Chapter Six
My lungs strain as I gasp for air, and this is all the invitation Jackson needs.
He takes over my personal space and presses himself against me, holding me in position with one arm firmly around the small of my back while his free hand delicately traces the outline of my jaw.
I can feel every exquisitely muscled inch of him molded against me and I want him so badly I can’t breathe. I hold my breath and like the calm before the storm, brace myself for the sweet devastation he’s going to unleash.
Instinct takes over and I groan impatiently. He smiles seductively and pulls my chin up so that my mouth finally meets his, softly and gently at first…testing my response to him. What little composure I have left is quickly unraveling.
Jackson holds me in place as he delicately moves his hot, silken lips over mine with an expertise that would take my breath away if I wasn’t already breathless. I move my hands up over his biceps and feel how strained they are; he’s fighting to maintain control of himself and the thought drives me wild. I can’t help but dig my nails into his solid flesh and his answering groan is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Everything about this man is an aphrodisiac and I lose myself completely.
Shamelessly, I press myself closer still, moaning loudly and opening my mouth so that his tongue can claim me. The second he does, I know he’s done being gentle with me.
The world vaporizes around me; nothing exists but the wildfire burning through my tingling body and the ferocity of his kiss.
His mouth. His tongue. The power of his body and the intoxicating scent of him. I can’t process the myriad sensations he’s unleashing on my helpless and willing body, but I’m desperate for more.
Standing on my tiptoes to reach, I wrap my arms around his neck and rake my fingers through his thick, dark hair, pulling him closer so that I can arch my hips up to meet his. Jackson groans loudly and the sound is all deep, husky and lustful. His dexterous hands roam my body, exploring and incinerating my skin with every touch. They blaze a trail south, grabbing my ass with exquisite pressure is exquisite, his fingers firm and probing and pulling me close enough to grind his impressive bulge against my needy core. I claw at his skin, nipping his full bottom lip and graze my teeth down the column of his neck, following his pulsing vein, while he dry humps me like a pro. There are too many clothes separating us and just as I’m about to say so, Jackson decides the boxers on my body are only fit for being ripped off.
The thrill of being bared to him sends us both into a frenzy of crazed lust and wild abandon. Jackson glides one hand up my body to remove the t-shirt I’m wearing before it finds its way to my aching breasts, kneading and pinching my pebbled nipples. He tilts his head to lap his tongue over a tortured bud before sucking my breast into the hot heat of his moist mouth, while the other hand expertly parts my pussy lips and thrusts two fingers roughly into the depths of my soaking cunt. I see nothing but fireworks exploding behind my eyelids and can’t contain my helpless scream. He curls his fingers, perfectly finding that blissful cluster of nerves that have me nearly cumming on the spot.
“FUCK,” I cry out.
“That’s the general idea,” he murmurs in my ear. His voice all gravelly and strained from desire, his warm breath tickling my neck.
At this point, it’s just another sensation to add to the overload. I can’t process anything except the feel of him against me, his thick fingers thrusting inside me and how desperate I am for more. He’s set off a powerful hunger I didn’t know I was capable of or think can ever be sated…my body needs him to survive…and it needs him to fuck me so damn hard. Now.
I grind my hips against his hand, driving his fingers deeper, his thumb pressing tantalizingly against my clit; he applies just the right amount of pressure to have me screaming his name, begging him for more.
Jackson pushes me up against the wall, intensifying the sweet, white-hot fire building deep inside me, my muscles clenching deliciously around his fingers. He moans my name so erotically I genuinely think he could probably make me orgasm from just the sound of his voice.
He moves the hand that has been expertly caressing my tender, desire-swollen breasts to rip off his own t-shirt, allowing me to feel every inch of his smooth, rock hard muscles pressed against my body. He takes hold of my face as his devilish tongue continues its tortuous exploration of my mouth. I’ve never been kissed like this; he licks my tongue with such prowess that I can feel my legs go weak, but that could also be because he’s upped the tempo of his filthy finger fuck. I can feel the pressure, the heat, the exquisite trembling of my muscles clenching and I know that my impending orgasm will explode through me with no mercy.
“Not yet, Angel,” he commands, but I don’t think he has a choice in that; I’m so close. Every gasp of air, every moan of pleasure, it’s more than I can take. I need release and once I do, I know I’m going to need more; I’m insatiable for him and dammit, I’m going to come.
Jackson can feel the delicious spasms building and, asshole that he is, slides his fingers out of me completely, leaving me bereft and hollow. I need to be filled with him and I need to come and I make no attempt to hide
my groan of impatience and frustration. I don’t like to be denied.
“I told you, not yet, Angel,” his voice is a silky seduction.
“I don’t like to be teased,” I pant.
“You’ll like this,” he promises with a devastating smile. Jackson sinks to his knees in front of me, hooks my left leg over his shoulder and buries his silky tongue straight into my now very wet cunt.
My right leg gives out from under me but Jackson has me pinned against the wall as he devours me. I’m lost to the sensation of his tongue sliding in and out, in and out, harder each time, breaking the rhythm only to flick and suck my clit. I’m so exposed to him and I love it; I crave more and writhe shamelessly under his devastating onslaught. The white-hot pressure builds like before…and just like before he pulls away, denying me my precious release.
“I’m capable of multiples. You don’t need to edge me,” I whine in desperation.
Chuckling, Jackson stands and relieves himself of his boxers, freeing his impressive length and presenting me with the opportunity to do something I’ve wanted to since his lips claimed me…touch him.
I want to see his reactions; feel the way his body responds to me and I’m not disappointed. I’ve barely wrapped my fingers around his girthy thickness before he groans with pure animalistic lust. Jackson has the biggest cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of touching; long and proud, and too thick for me to encase with one hand. There’s a slight upward curve that I know will hit my g-spot and fuck me into oblivion…the sight of him makes my mouth water and my pussy drip.
By the time my fingers trail to the tip of his steel shaft and gently squeeze around his throbbing crown, the wild animal has been unleashed. Jackson lifts me so that my legs are wrapped around his waist and then he turns and slams me against the adjacent wall, putting him in reach of his nightstand and the all-important condom.
My arousal is unbearable; adrenaline and anticipation course through my body, my heated blood pounds in my ears deafening me so such a degree that I barely hear Jackson tear the foil wrapper open with his teeth.
My body trembles desperately as he lifts me higher to allow himself access to roll the condom over his extensive erection, before deliberately sliding me down his incredible length achingly slowly.
I can feel every sensual inch of him stretching me wide, taking him all the way to the hilt. I’ve never been with anyone so big and the fullness is sublime.
Jackson holds me still, giving me a moment to adjust to his generous size before he begins to grind his hips, driving himself deeper against the tender spot that rocks my body with sweet, violent tremors.
Panting, I gasp and groan, and dig my nails into the taut muscles of his back, begging him to finish me off. Please, fuck me into oblivion.
Jackson changes tact and begins sliding all the way out before slamming back in. He teases me and reminds me what it feels like to be utterly empty, before furiously filling me so that I’ll never forget the overfull sensation of him thrusting into me with such force that neither of us can contain our screams of pleasure.
“Fuck, I’ve needed to do this to you since the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he growls as his cock reclaims me. “You’re so tight; I can feel every clench and shudder of your sweet cunt. I love it.”
His blunt words send waves of desire coursing through me, liberating me, and I squeeze and grind as hard as I can to drive him further and harder into me.
“Harder…I need you to fuck me harder, Jackson,” I beg and thankfully he doesn’t make me ask twice.
He fucks me as I’ve never been fucked before. It’s frantic, hot, sweaty and ferocious and with every powerful thrust, I can feel the fire building deep in my core and clenching every muscle in my body. I can almost taste the blissful release about to wrack my body; a few more thrusts of his throbbing cock will send me spiraling into ecstasy.
“Look at me, Emilia. I want to see you when you come for me,” he demands and I obey. I look into the burning blue of his indigo eyes and see his bedroom door over his shoulder…the very door I was falling through a few hours ago while he was in this exact spot, in this exact position, fucking a screaming Sonya. I can feel exactly why she couldn’t keep herself quiet as the man who worked her body now works mine.
The similarities shock me to my core.
My skin shivers into a cold, damp sweat; the fire has been extinguished.
“Come for me, Angel. Now…do it now,” he growls as he thrusts into me again.
“No. Stop,” I genuinely feel sick.
“Emilia?” he looks alarmed at my suddenly pale face.
“I said no,” I shout and push at his chest, causing his cock to slip out of me. Somehow, I shove him hard enough to cause him to stumble backward – of course, this means I fall to the floor as there’s no one holding me up. With lightning reflexes, Jackson manages to catch me before I land on my ass.
“Emilia? What’s the matter?”
I can’t look him in the eyes. “Up against the wall must be your M.O.”
I stare at the door feeling disgusted with myself for allowing my inhibitions to evaporate the second Jackson looked at me with sexual intent.
Realization dawns on Jackson, while I sit here naked, exposed and feeling cheap.
“I guess I am one for sloppy seconds,” I mutter ashamedly.
Jackson looks like I just slapped him across his face.
“I don’t think there’s a person alive who could describe what we just did as sloppy. It was totally fucking hot and there aren’t enough words to describe how desperately I still want you.”
“The same way you desperately wanted Sonya?” I’m reeling at what we’ve just done and what he’s just said.
I can feel what he’s talking about; I’m disgusted that I’m his second fuck of the night, furious with myself for letting it happen, but hyper-aware of my desperate need for him building again.
How can I feel all these things at the same time?
“No, not like Sonya. What we just did…I can’t tell you how badly I’ve wanted to do that. And for a seriously long time that you can’t even begin to comprehend,” and the stalker’s back in the room. “What I did with Sonya? That was something I needed to do.”
I can’t hide the hurt in my eyes, a painful frown scrunching up my face; what I just felt for him was the greatest and most powerful need for someone that I’ve ever felt in my life. I didn’t just want to fuck him, I needed him…in a terrifying, primal way that I didn’t know I was capable of. To hear him say he needed Sonya stabs me squarely in the chest.
He does that freaky mind-reading thing again – although maybe it’s just that my face is so expressive that it’s easy to guess my thoughts; I’ve been called an open book many times before.
“Not like that, sweetheart. I don’t need her for sex, that’s her payoff…” he struggles for the right words, “…what she gave me is something I need to survive.”
My subconscious connects some obscure dots and I blurt out, “You bit her? Why do you need to bite her to survive?”
I’m not sure what I’m asking or insinuating and I’m afraid of the dark road this line of questioning is going down. I’m naked and vulnerable with alarming thoughts and a devilishly delicious man whose whole demeanor just shifted.
Jackson’s eyes darken like a predator hunting, but there’s a nervous energy filling the air between us.
This is it; he has no choice but to answer everything he’s been dodging up to this point.
“Ask yourself, Emilia, what kind of beautiful creature would be able to see that through a serious drug haze? How many people do you know would be back on their feet within a few short hours after being roofied, let alone able to sprint full speed away from me? Do you think there are many people who can push me away when I’m determined not to be? And bear in mind that I am, without a shadow of a doubt, the strongest man you have ever met.” His words are dark, urgent and I think unintentionally menacing; I don’t doubt his strength
– deep down I’ve known that all along.
But I don’t know what he’s trying to say…his riddles annoy me.
Just tell me straight. What the fuck you are talking about?
“Don’t deflect the question and change the subject vampire-boy,” I say it flippantly with a sarcastic reference to his still-unexplained sexual biting of Sonya, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, I know they’re actually the answer.
His eyes widen with a mixture of fear and relief.
“Still so perceptive, Miss. Vincent.”
What. The. Fuck?
“Are you fucking kidding me? What…I…I don’t understand…?” I try to keep the alarm out of my voice, but a montage of bogie-man type stories and horror movies fill my imagination and I shrink further into the wall.
He visibly blanches as I try to create more distance between us and it momentarily pulls at my heartstrings…until sanity prevails…and that sanity is instantly confused.
There are no such things as vampires…right?
Chapter Seven
If Jackson Smoak is a vampire, then he’s just raised some very valid points about what the fuck I am.
And I’m terrified of the answer.
Am I actually entertaining the idea that he’s telling the truth?
The fear in his eyes and the serious set of his features make me inclined to believe him…and that terrifies me too.
I sit with my naked back to the wall we were just fucking against and argue with myself. Perhaps it’s not the truth and he’s just high and fucking with me?
Another glance in his emotive eyes tells me otherwise.
He’s gauging my response and I don’t think he likes it so far.
I sit in silence waiting for him to explain what the fuck is going on; he sighs heavy and resigned.
“I’m not a monster, Emilia. I’m just a man…with a stranger than normal dietary requirement. The polar opposite of veganism, if you will.”