by Pararol, Tia
Stripping off his shirt, Jackson surveyed the mottled bruises already showing up on his ribcage. Gingerly, he pressed at each rib, testing for the pain that would indicate a cracked bone. “Suck it up, man. It’s nothing that’ll kill you.” He winced at his choice of words, his gaze cutting away to the door. Closing his eyes, he shook his head at the thought of what would have happened to Emily if he hadn’t glimpsed her running down the hill and out of sight.
Bending with a slight groan, Jackson stripped his jeans and jockey shorts down the long length of his thick thighs, pushing both the jeans, shorts and his sneakers off in one move. Twisting his leg, he examined the spot just above his knee on the back of his thigh where he had been repeatedly kicked during the evening’s match. Bruising hadn’t quite made it to the surface of his skin yet but the area was red, swollen and sore to the touch. Driving on it had been a pain he had been able to block most of the way, adrenaline acting as nature’s pain killer. But now that his forward push had ended, his whole body hurt. It just hurt.
With his clothes left in a pile on the floor, Jackson turned on the shower spray and adjusted the temp. The motel’s water was decently hot and the steam soon drifted up from the spray’s mist to cloud the small room. Jackson stepped into the slick tub, drawing the cream colored shower curtain closed behind him.
“Oh God,” he groaned as he closed his eyes, immersing himself under the hot water, leaning forward on arms outstretched before him, hands flat on the tiled wall. Anymore, the pleasure pain of the hot water drumming against his abused body after a fight was the closest thing he ever got to true ecstasy. He used to feel it when he destroyed a competing fighter in the octagon but those days had become his past, absent from his future starting the day he destroyed his motorcycle and broke his body.
Turning his back to the nearly scalding water, he let it pound against him before bending deep enough at the waist that his hands and wrists rested against the tub’s fiberglass bottom. The long muscles of his powerful back pulled and stretched as each vertebra attempted to find its perfect alignment. Hanging his head and allowing the stretch to extend through his neck and all the way to the base of his skull, Jackson closed his eyes and focused on the heat that sank through his flesh to warm his tired muscles and aching bones.
Cool air touched his skin, pulling his attention once more out of himself. Opening his eyes, Jackson lifted his head just far enough to see the pair of dainty, bare feet a few inches in front of him. His heart thudded in his chest as his mind thought of what lay in wait above those pretty little feet.
Standing slowly, he let his eyes travel up the length of her bare ankles to smooth calves and supple thighs that reached an apex of soft, dark curls. Jackson sank to his knees, his mouth watering with the need to taste her, to lose himself in her. Licking his lips, his hungry gaze travelled up the rest of her body, his hands closing into tight fists when his eyes reached the abundant bounty of her breasts as they hung heavy and wonderful on her chest. With a will that extended beyond what he had thought he had left in him, he forced his gaze to travel beyond her soft mounds, past her delicate collar bones and up the exquisite line of her long neck until he met his angelic demon’s face. “You’re killing me,” he growled, aware that his body already telecasted his want and need of her by the heavy erection that pressed itself into his belly. When her eyes locked with the sight of his physical reaction to her, he saw her swallow. It was nearly more than Jackson could take and he closed his eyes, emitting a painful groan as images of her lush mouth sucking his cock filled his mind.
“Get out if you’re getting out,” he warned, his ravenous gaze drinking her in once more. “But if you stay, I’m having you.”
She didn’t move save for a quickening of her breath made evident by the lurid rise and fall of her sweet breasts, her nipples like large, unfurled flowers of deep pink. He thought of the sounds she would make when he captured those soft nipples in his teeth, making them go hard and tight. She made him want to own her, possess her, mark her and he pictured the red bite marks he would leave on her creamy breasts.
“Get out,” he growled, giving her another chance to escape his own personal brand of demons, his tendency to become consumed with a woman, his need to devour and to be devoured by her. He’d given up girlfriends long ago, traded them for the cage and a string of one night stands. It had been safer.
With the smallest of movements, Emily shook her head no as she worriedly bit the inside of her luscious bottom lip.
Jackson suppressed another growl and the ache of his turgid need. “Spread your thighs,” he demanded, his eyes unwavering as he stared into hers. He flexed his powerful shoulders in an effort to contain the pulse for action that drove itself through him. She’s only eighteen, he reminded himself. Seventeen years younger, seventeen years less experienced. “Open your thighs,” he instructed again, his voice turning to gravel as he waited for her to acquiesce.
This time, she did as she was told, hesitantly, nervously, spreading her feet to the distance allowed by the narrow tub.
“Bend your knees, point them out,” Jackson instructed, his eyes now transfixed by the hidden flower at the apex of her thighs. “Tilt your hips forward.” He nearly groaned again when the plump ridges of her hidden treasure became visible. “Bend your knees more.” This time he did groan as her soft folds bloomed in front of him, opening for inspection and invasion.
Sliding forward, Jackson buried his face in Emily’s musky fragrance, his lips latching to the small nub that only just made itself visible through her folds. Her hips bucked against him but his hands held her steady as he began to suck her, teasing her with his tongue and teeth. Her entire body shivered as he dragged the long, flat of his tongue over her tortured mound of nerves. In seconds, her hands were on the back of his head, holding him to her, demanding more as he licked, teased and sucked. His strong hands at her hips guided her to deepen her squat. He wanted her open to him, vulnerable to him.
Gasping, Emily cried out as Jackson’s finger found her yielding center and sunk inside her with one swift, hard thrust to claim her unprotected depths. Her hips wiggled and she tried to straighten her legs to lift her speared pussy off his probing finger but his hold on her refused to allow her to escape his exploration of her hot, velvet core. She whimpered when one finger became two and fought to climb the slick walls when two fingers became the searing pain of three. And still, Jackson’s mouth sucked her nub, moving with her as she twisted and squirmed from a pleasure driven agony that threatened to eclipse her consciousness. An all consuming pleasure that was darker than anything she had ever known rose up to spread throughout her body, her throbbing pussy at its beating heart. As her nails clawed the walls, reaching and searching for something she didn’t yet understand, a distant voice inside her head beaconed for her to let go…to just let go. She needed to lose herself, to forget her own name, to forget all the problems that nipped at her heals like rabid dogs.
Jackson’s mouth was unrelenting, unforgiving, as he demanded Emily’s pleasure. His strong lips and acrobatic tongue made her clit throb as her insides ached with a need for something more, something thicker and heavier than what his fingers could provide. And yet, inside her hot depths his fingers stroked a spot that swelled, making her feel as if she had to pee. She wanted to tell him to stop, that she couldn’t take any more, but the words became trapped in her throat, her body unwilling to end her tormented ecstasy. Only incoherent sounds escaped her, her every muscle tight, her body trembling, as Jackson’s fingers stroked and his mouth ravaged. Inside her belly, deep and heavy, the intensifying pressure that wound itself into a tight ball of blissful agony—suddenly broke.
Throwing her head back hard against the tiled wall, Emily’s pleasure-blinded eyes danced with stars as her pussy’s walls milked Jackson’s large, thick fingers, her clit swollen and throbbing with an overwhelming sensitivity. Her hands pushed at Jackson’s head with a furious desperation to separate his mouth from her clit, his touch sud
denly too sensitive for her overwrought body to tolerate.
Releasing her, Jackson stood, taking his time, letting his eyes drink in her curves and her softness as he unfolded himself to his full height. He towered over her, his muscles lean and thick, his body bruised and battle worn. With large, rough hands, he traced her, following her shape, the smooth slope of her outer thighs, the ample roundness of hips that screamed of fertile rites, into the supple valley of her waist before climbing higher toward her heavily hanging breasts. But he wouldn’t allow himself that pleasure yet. Instead, he slid his hands behind her, following the glorious line of her back until, as he reached her shoulder blades, he pulled her into him, warm and safe, cradling her head beneath his chin. There, under the hot water’s spray, he held her as her body continued to tremble from pleasure’s shockwaves, her fingers telecasting the need for more as her nails dug into the taught flesh of his back.
Pivoting them both, Jackson moved Emily between himself and the shower’s spray and then adjusted the shower’s head downward so that the pelting water matched her height. Lifting her face to his with a finger beneath her chin, he bent and kissed her soft lips before brushing at her cheeks with large thumbs to wash away what little remained of the grime forced on her by her would-be killer. “What are you doing getting in this shower with me, little one?” he asked, his voice thick and heavy. “Did you think there was an outcome that had me doing less than tasting you?” He didn’t wait for her answer. Instead, he closed his eyes, remembering, “You are so fucking delicious.” It was everything he could do not to declare in caveman style sentiment that she would spread her legs and carry his seed. Opening his eyes to look down upon her angelic face again, he craved to mark her, to own her. Between them, his long, thick length pressed itself with insistent determination into the soft swell of her lower belly. Get on all fours—now, he fought back the demand that burned to gain voice. Take it easy, he warned himself.
Emily’s eyes fluttered and Jackson’s control slipped in the form of a growl that rumbled up from the depths of his powerful chest. She swallowed in response, nervously, visibly, filling Jackson’s mind with images of having her swallowing as his long, swollen cock slid into her round, stretched mouth, her full lips snug, her big eyes looking up at him as she knelt, her hands tied behind her back as she put aside all of her defenses, placing herself fully, completely, irrevocably in his care.
“God, woman,” he managed to get out. “Use that sexy voice of yours before I decide to give you other things to do with that fucking mouth.” When Emily’s pouty, plump lips parted, her eyes going large and round at his frank words, it was all Jackson could do to restrain himself. Her feigned innocence was destroying him, stripping away the man that society told him to be and leaving behind a ravaging beast. “What do you want from me?” he growled through gritted teeth.
“To…to be my first,” Emily managed to sputter on a rushed breath, her cheeks brightening.
Jackson’s hands and arms came off of her as he took a quick step away. Bullshit! Disbelief raged inside of him as his eyes searched for the lie that had to be there—in her face, her eyes, her mouth…her luscious, beautiful, made-for-sucking mouth.
“You saved my life,” Emily continued, worry scrunching her otherwise smooth forehead. “If it has to be somebody—“
“Your first?” Jackson interrupted. His cock throbbed painfully as he remembered the tightness of her pussy’s sheath on his probing fingers. No condom needed. The little voice in his head reached his feet a split second before his brain. He stepped forward, reaching his hands out for her, before jerking himself back again. “Get the fuck out of my shower,” he growled, yanking the shower curtain open in emphasis. He was unsure of what kind of game she was playing but knew he wanted none of it. Worse, he didn’t want her falling into virgin-to-slut infatuation with him. Nothing more psychotic than a freshly picked virgin. And yet, her heavy hanging breasts waited for him, waited for his mouth and his hands, as his cock throbbed its painful mutiny.
“Don’t make me go,” Emily whispered, looking up at him beneath wet eyelashes, her large, round, pleading eyes now a warm green speckled with gold. Somewhere in their depths, Jackson lost his soul.
“You’re the devil, aren’t you.” It was a declaration, not a question. Jackson was already convinced. He knew his size would hurt her yet all he wanted to do was bury himself to the hilt inside her hot tightness until she screamed his name seconds before he filled her with his seed. His entire being cried out with a primal need to bathe her womb in his DNA. “Turn around. Get on your knees.” The words hung in the air, hoarse and brutal, a full second before Jackson recognized the voice as his own.
You’ve let the evil in, an inner voice taunted him as he watched Emily move passed him to the far side of the tub. With her back to him, she glanced over her shoulder before kneeling down, resting her arms on the tub’s rim, her lower back sloped and her round, unmarked, pale, full and beautiful bottom angled up in flagrant invitation. Her knees parted, making the swell of her sex more visible as she angled her shoulders down.
“Damn you…,” Jackson swore under his breath as he sank to his knees behind her, unsure to whom he spoke. His cock’s head had swollen from its denied need, making its bulbous roundness larger than normal. Positioning himself behind her, he felt the shower’s hot water beat his back as he placed his cock’s head at the entrance of her swollen folds. Sliding himself forward along her slit, he felt the hard nub of her clit, felt her jerk, before pulling himself back to sink deeper within her outer lips until his engorged head rested firmly against the tight, ringed opening of her pussy’s mouth. Releasing his cock, he twisted one large hand in her thick hair, eliciting a whimper from her, while anchoring his other at her round hip.
Jackson pushed, forcing Emily’s pussy to open from the brutish intrusion of his cock’s thick head. The trembles of her body were exquisite, and her tightness enveloped him like a vice both painful and delicious.
She’ll always remember my name. Her very soul will be branded. She whimpered yet he held her steady and in place to receive his long length, his imposing girth. He would not take it easy on her despite his large size. She would take him; she would learn to take him, to accept him fully. He would see to it.
When the ridge of his head pushed past her tight ring, he gasped as he felt her body clamp down hard behind the hood of his shaft. He knew that if he were to withdraw, it would hurt her as much as it had to penetrate her.
“Wait…oh, wait. You’re too big,” Emily panted, her voice tight.
Jackson’s body went stiff, his grip leaden. “You begged for my cock. You’re going to take it. You’re going to feel it. And, you’re going to finish it.” He felt her tremble with his hands and his cock. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice deepening. “It’s going to hurt.” She whimpered at his words and it felt exquisite, his cock’s head resonating with each breath she took, her every heart beat. “Tell me to continue,” he demanded. “Tell me to fuck you. Tell me to take your virginity. Tell me it’s mine.”
“Yes, it’s yours. It’s yours,” she whispered, with a pleading lilt in her voice, begging him to find a solution that didn’t exist, her body trembling with the effort to have him inside of her.
“Tell me to fuck you,” Jackson demanded again. “Tell me to push deeper. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want it to hurt.”
His graveled voice was exquisite torture over Emily’s tormented body. She thought she would die if Jackson pulled out yet taking him seemed insurmountable. She had never known such a feeling of overwhelming fullness.
Squeezing her eyes tight, she fought with the knowledge that she’d likely be dead in three days. She’d be dead without ever having lived. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fill me, please. I need you. I need all of you! Don’t leave me…. Please don’t leave me!” Her breath caught in her throat. There it was, what she really wanted, what she really needed—to not be left to face her death alone. Her v
irginity was all she had to give in trade. Jackson shifted behind her and her eyes rolled back in her head as a long moan flowed up from her depths, her fingers curling as pleasure fought to win the race over her senses.
Jackson’s grip tighten a split second before she felt him push. She cried out as searing pain filled her, his thick girth forcing her body’s muscles to stretch in ways she had never known.
“Take me,” Jackson growled, his body rigid, muscles popping on his thighs and arms as beads of sweat mixed with the shower’s spray. “Take my cock, all of it. You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, forcing deeper inch after slow, tight inch of his cock, watching as it disappeared inside the vice grip of Emily’s untried pussy.
When Jackson’s rock hard hips finally reached the softness of her curved bottom, he groaned, breathing hard and fast as he struggled to maintain some small fraction of his male pride by not coming inside her before she was ready for him to let go the seed that ached his balls. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he whispered, folding himself over her back to rest his head between her shoulders. “How can anyone have a pussy as sweet as yours and not let a man have a taste as soon as he meets you? God,” he exclaimed through clenched teeth, “you feel good, so fucking good.”
Panting in short, fast breaths, Emily’s entire body trembled as she struggled to adapt to Jackson’s presence inside of her, his length, his girth. Her fingernails dug into the unyielding porcelain of the tub as she closed her eyes, whimpering. Having him inside of her was almost beyond what she could endure and yet, she could not bring herself to ask him to stop. As long as she had him inside of her, she was not alone. As long as she had him inside of her, he would protect her.