by Lee, Lenise
“Easy, boss.”
Harry had finally made his way through the dense crowd.
He patted Jackson on the shoulder and then made a quick swipe at John’s head.
“We all know John is a drunk. And there’s nothing more aggravatin’ than a stupid drunk. Trust me, boss, he’s not worth a night in jail. How would you get to spend time with your lady if you’re waitin’ around for us to hustle up some bail money?”
Jackson relaxed his grip on John’s shirt. He blinked a few times then released a heavy breath through flared nostrils before unclamping the other man completely. John Junior slid down the wall and doubled over to catch his breath.
“Apologize to my lady,” Jackson spoke with menace. His voice booming down at the crumpled man.
John grunted and wheezed while he spoke.
“I’m…sorry…miss…won’t happen again.”
“Now apologize to her friends.” Jackson tossed his head in their general direction.
“Ya’ll please…excuse me…I don’t hold my liquor too well…nowadays.”
“Now, get out and don’t set one foot over that threshold until I tell you it’s okay to do so.”
“Yes, sir…yes…sir, Mr. Bryant.”
Jackson moved to the side to allow John a small space to gather his senses and ease his way forward.
Harry made fast work of taking the unstable man by his right arm and hastening his exit out of the lounge.
“Let’s go, Junior. Let’s call your ma’ and see if she can swing by and pick you up.”
With that said, John Junior was carried off into the crowd and Jackson remained stone faced and pumping his fists while he stared at the wall blankly.
I shook myself away from Rita and Alberto’s protective stance and motioned slowly toward Jackson.
I walked around to face him and entangled our fingers together.
“Jackson,” I whispered and laid my free hand on his cold cheek.
His eyes flashed down at me and the anger searing in his irises calmed by a few degrees.
He wrapped his arms around me tight, pulled me up to eyelevel with him and kissed me deeply. I moaned against his mouth and savored his touch.
When he released my lips from his burning mouth, we panted against one another, our foreheads touching – hot skin against hot skin.
“I’m sorry, baby. I should have come over to find you sooner. I let myself get caught up in business. I promise you that I will never let that happen again.”
I ran my fingers down the lengths of his long hair and placed another light kiss on his lips.
“No apologies…isn’t that what you told me when we first met? It wasn’t your fault and I’m just glad you came over when you did…right on time, as always.”
I wanted to wrap my legs around him and beg Jackson to fuck me right then and there but I clamped down the lust surging inside me. Though most people had turned away from the scene and the music had started up again, this wasn’t the place to release my growing passion and desire to have him inside me again.
“I need some air,” Jackson breathed out heavy, “I need you, Janay.”
He placed moist lips against my neck while he spoke.
“Can I have you again, baby…please?”
I breathed out my torrid confession.
“You can have me whenever you want, Jackson.”
To be with Jackson, and to have his large frame mounted on top of me, I would gladly spread my searing thighs without delay and eagerly welcome him inside my dripping delight.
In the very next second, I had the sensation of flying. I felt the cascade of fabric from people’s clothing rubbing against my arms, while Jackson whisked me through the crowd and out in the blackened Montana night.
9
Jackson pushed our joined bodies through the flimsy door and out into the darkened lot.
The wood from the front door slammed closed and the clatter and clang of the party raging inside faded away as he moved us further into the cloak of the night. By the time we had reached his truck, conveniently parked on the side of the building and at a nice distance from the glow of the light from the broken sign, Jackson hoisted me up further into his embrace. With one arm locked around my waist, he fumbled for his key ring with the other.
He must have hit a keyless entry button because I heard the distinctive click of locks unfastening and then the pop of a truck door opening and pulling away from the frame. With so much movement and hurried excitement over the last five minutes alone, my senses were swimming and I had become awash with a sudden and invigorating state of rapture. I didn’t care about the consequences of what we were going to experience together for a second time around. I only cared about being engulfed in this man’s arms and feeling his fiery passion for me swelling to an uncontrollable frenzy.
Jackson set me down on the back seat of the truck’s cab and ran his wide palm under my chin while he watched me with blazing eyes. It was too dark to catch sight of the icy blue hue, but I knew that their intensity had caused them to darken to a powerful metallic tint.
With his other hand he worked at loosening up the button that fastened his jeans and when he didn’t move fast enough, I used my nimble fingers to help him to free himself of the tight confines of the rigid material. I grabbed the sides of his pants and tugged hard at the boxers hidden beneath. The force of my pull caused his stiff cock to pop forward and right against my lips. I hadn’t realized I was leaning in so close but now that I was so near the object of my fevered lust, I was frantic to get a chance to take Jackson’s swelling cock into my mouth.
Using my lips alone – no hands – I urged his cock deeper and closed my eyes as the slippery viscous fluid of his pre-cum landed at the center of my tongue. My tongue twirled around the fat mushroom and lapped at the tiny eye at its center. I heard Jackson suck in a gulp of air through clenched teeth as I quickened my wet tongue’s wiggling motion and felt large thick veins pulsing against my cheek. With each bob of my head back and forth, further up his hard shaft, I welcomed more and more of his long rigid cock deeper down my open throat.
Thick fingers laced themselves through my loose hair and gripped me behind the crown of my head. My slick pussylips started to ache and throb beneath my skirt. I opened my legs and placed my index finger at the spot where my pulsing bud was and rubbed vigorously, kindling the small spark that was gathering there into an explosive flame. My left hand went up to my round breasts, alternating between kneading the D-cup flesh there and pinching my puckered nipple. While Jackson’s hands pulled my head along his wide cock, I pushed my mouth forward and hungrily consumed his massive size, even as my folds gushed with a fresh coating of silky natural lubricant.
Our synchronized motion accelerated and I loved the gagging sensation as his succulent cock tapped at the back of my throat. Only Jackson could lure this completely uninhibited reaction from me. I dared not repeat with any other man except him.
Jackson’s hoarse and raspy breaths quickened, his back stiffened, and I was sure he would explode inside my wanting mouth at any second. Without warning, he pulled back and his cock fell from my lips with a loud plop. I looked up at him and my expression was one of puzzlement.
“I want your sweet, warm pussy wrapped around me before I cum.”
His deep bass caused me to release a renewed flow of juice. During my playful self-stimulation, I had already pulled the thin piece of fabric from my heated crotch and moved it to the side. My fingers were nearly coated with my own milky fluids. I was soaked and ready to take his massive dick into my lubed folds.
Without haste, I slid back on the seat and parted my legs even further, the hem of my wrap around skirt falling up my legs and exposing more of my juice covered upper inner thighs.
“Oh, baby,” Jackson’s lips trembled, “look how wet you are,” he whispered.
I leaned back to sit up on my elbows and used my sandaled feet to clamp his thighs and pull him closer to me.
“I’m ready
for you and I don’t want to wait any longer.” My hands encircled my plumped up breasts as I spoke. “Please don’t make me wait,” I purred.
I saw him shudder as my breathy plea reached his ears. Jackson reached in his back pocket for the square packet and covered himself. With smooth agility, he dove forward and reversed our positions so that he was lying on the backseat while I was mounted atop him, knees wide around his muscular waist. The fast motion sent a gust of air up my skirt and I tightened my pussy at the cool burst.
My hands splayed out across his cotton covered chest, a black button up this time instead of checkered, and I could feel the thud of his heart against his chest wall. It was a rapid heartbeat that was pumping with the urgency of Jackson’s desire to become one with me only. The thought sent an erotic chill through my core and I dug my nails into the fabric, while pushing my dripping cunt lips down over his hardened cock.
Jackson’s hands weaved into my wavy hair again and pulled me down so that he could tease my upper lips with his own while I pumped my lower lips against his dick. His wide shaft sliding along my engorged clit teased my hips into pushing down harder on the bulb of his cockhead. My mind unwrapped and my inhibitions fell away at the sensation of my wet folds closing tighter around his unyielding and rigid pole. The harder his cock became, the more my desire escalated.
“Bite me,” he implored in a low voice.
“Yes,” I breathed out and nipped at his bottom lip.
“Harder,” he urged and I obeyed.
“Mmm,” Jackson moaned.
He shot one of his arms down between my thighs and jammed three stiff fingers up my dripping hole.
I gyrated my hips slowly and then raised them up and then back down on his thick fingers, enjoying his vigorous pressing at the sensitive vein just on the inside of my slick canal. I knew what he was doing and I was enjoying how he teased my insides. Jackson was trying to drive my fever to the point of no return and, simultaneously, loosen me up so that I could receive his cock’s immense length and width. Jackson’s dick size was far beyond what I had been use to, which is why I yearned to feel his heavy weight stretching me open again.
As my fingers dug deeper into his shirt, almost straight down to his skin, and the brutal assault of his fingers up my leaking hole escalated, I threw back my head and squealed with delight as my stomach knotted and my love came rolling down his hand and settling in his waiting palm.
“That’s it, baby…give it all to me…every drop,” he murmured as I bucked my hips hard again, squirting more intensely this second time. While the lingering vibrations of the orgasm flooded through me and I rode a wave of ecstasy, I had no choice but to lay my heavy forehead against his.
While I was still riding my tide of unbound lust, Jackson positioned his throbbing cock at my quivering entrance and thrust upward. I snatched in a breath of air and whimpered a little as his enormous girth pushed at my walls and filled me up completely. Even covered in my own rich cum juices, my pussyhole had to make a big stretch to widen open enough to accept him inside me. My clit pulsed and swelled again as it rubbed against the vein on the upper side of his shaft.
Jackson’s hands cupped my bare ass, nudging me forward so that he could suckle the hardened nipple of my left breast through the front of my halter-top. His teeth tugged lightly at the puckered skin while his heavy hands urged my ass downward and back up again. I followed his lead. My movements were slow and steady at first, so my hole could become accustomed to his size again, then accelerated to a maddening pace. I bounced up and down his rigid cock, enjoying the dizzying and tingling sensation of my lips opening wide for him.
When sucking my titty through the top just wasn’t enough for him anymore, Jackson reached up and yanked the tie at the back of my neck loose and both of my large brown breasts bounced free. His eyes went wide and then he quickly started to lap a rough and moist tongue at each black cherry nipple, making sure to give both tender and heated attention.
I grabbed a handful of his slick hair in each palm. I wanted to cum again and I wanted Jackson Bryant to be the one – the only one – to make me reach these newfound heights of bliss and rapture.
“Fuck me hard Jackson,” I panted while he was clamped down on my breast, “make me cum again, baby.”
Without releasing my warm and moistened breast from his mouth, Jackson grabbed both of my round ass cheeks tight. He squeezed hard as his hips pumped with fury and he drilled his big white cock deep up my pussy. I grabbed onto his muscular shoulders for support and to hold myself upright while he pounded into me. I wanted to work my hips and join in with his fervor but was hopelessly and wonderfully lost in the throws of passion. Harder and faster than any man before him, Jackson gave me long strokes that caused my eyes to roll back and snap shut.
After another handful of deep thrusts, I finally managed to push down to meet Jackson’s motion and that was the spark that caused us both to explode into an inferno of orgasmic release.
While Jackson grunted and growled at the blast of his hot load into my dripping center, I moaned loud as my entire body shuddered to the core.
“Oh, Janay…baby…damn…mmm,” was all he was able to yell out as he pumped his hips and pushed out the lingering remnants of his orgasm.
I collapsed onto his chest and closed my eyes with drowsy satisfaction as Jackson wrapped me in his arms and kissed my brow.
It was silent for a few moments afterward. My breasts were flat against Jackson’s shirt and my legs were still hugging his waist tight. Although his big arms were still holding on to me with securely, I thought maybe he had drifted off to sleep.
“I apologize for my behavior tonight,” he spoke in a low tone.
I opened my eyes and looked up at his stubbled chin, the light brown hairs were shades darker in the blackened space of the vehicle.
“Jackson, why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yes, I did,” he said and swallowed lightly. “I left my lady alone in a bar full of half-drunken rascals and then I let my anger get the best of me.”
I kissed his chin and rubbed my hand over his chest.
“Usually I have better manners and don’t react so harshly and – believe it or not – John Junior isn’t usually harmful to anyone but himself. This time…I don’t know…hearin’ how hear was speakin’ to you and seein’ him tryin’ to paw at you…it just got me all worked up and I couldn’t hold back my temper any longer.”
“It all worked out.” I smiled when I said my next words, even though I knew his eyes were centered elsewhere. “And I think you more than made up for any inconvenience I might have experienced.”
A low laugh escaped his throat.
“You’re a bad girl – a very bad girl – when you wanna’ be Miss Janay.”
“I’m only bad for you,” I confessed freely.
“I like how that sounds,” he said and I heard the amusement in his voice.
I was glad at being able to declare that statement aloud. I wanted no one else, except for Jackson, to know of my secret desires. Unfortunately, every new confession of my affection for him would make my departure at the end of the week that much harder to bear. A scowl from Auntie Bea suddenly flashed across my thoughts and I hurriedly pushed it away. I had to tell him the details of my trip and it was now or never.
“Jackson,” my throat was suddenly dry and I coughed a little to clear it, “I’m leaving at the end of this week.”
There was a silent pause and I think I might have stopped breathing.
“I figured as much.”
His voice was almost inaudible but the reply was enough to get my lungs moving again.
I licked my lips and considered my next words.
“I wanted to tell you that so much sooner.”
He shifted his body weight and placed his left arm behind his head while still holding me tight with his right.
“I appreciate the concern. Thank you for telling me.”
His timbre seemed
distant. I didn’t know whether he was lost in a thought or upset at my revelation or just plain nonchalant and unconcerned by the situation. The need to offer further explanation caused a rush of words to flurry from my brain and off my tongue.
“I didn’t mean to wait so long. I was having such a nice time with you that it slipped my mind to mention this to you. You have every right to be angry, I should never have let this happen between us again without letting you know th–.”
Jackson angled his head down and used the hand that had been thrown over my body to tilt my chin upward. He kissed me softly and delicately and then grazed his lips over mine.
“Janay, I don’t want you to go,” he whispered huskily.
My heart sounded off in my ears and if he had asked me right then and there to stay with him forever, I would have resounded with an earsplitting Yes.
To my disappointed, that wasn’t his intent.
“I know you have business here and I knew that when I came seeking you out earlier today. I just couldn’t help myself. I needed to see you again. I wanted to be with you, have you in my presence one more time.”
My body temperature soared as he spoke in a soothing and spellbinding manner.
“I also knew,” he continued, “that you would be leaving…eventually…I was just hopin’ that it wouldn’t be so soon.”
“I know…the week is starting to seem so short…too short.”
Jackson moved a lock of my hair behind my ear and then dragged his finger along my ear and down to my chin.
“Janay, I want you to come home with me.”
I sat up and stared into his eyes, which glinted slightly in the full moonlight that was starting to filter in through the open window.
“What?” I croaked out.
“Come stay with me while you’re here on your trip.”