26 Both
"You know, I'm surprised but at the same time I am not. She's always been a snob and condescending, so it got under my skin earlier when she threw out the suggestion I should join her team at the board meeting. She's delusional if she thinks she'll be able to change my mind too." I comment as Jackson and I feed each other popcorn by tossing into our mouths as we watch a movie.
When his parents were gone partying at someone else's place we would watch movies and do the same thing when there was popcorn at his place. We'd watch the Goonees, Maze, Dread Pirate Roberts, and Ghostblasters until we knew them by heart before I was even ten.
We were watching Dread Pirate Roberts right now, since it has romance, action, drama and comedy, it's the perfect movie for a date. That is what Jackson is calling this.
I smile at him as he opens his mouth wide. I toss the popcorn up then bopping it his way with my elbow, totally missing his mouth and hitting him on the forehead. I smother my laughter behind the back of my hand as he looks shocked at me.
"You missed your signature trick shot?!"
I scoff and laugh at the same time, "I'm out of practice alright!" I throw another piece of popcorn at him as he throws one at me. I catch it in my mouth and wink at him as I chew it. He rolls his eyes with his bright white smile still spread across his face as our legs stay intertwined facing each other on his sofa in his theatre room.
He laughs and tosses another popcorn up then taps towards as I try to catch it. It bounces off my chin and down my shirt.
Giggling, I go to grab it when Jackson stops me, moving to crouch over me on all fours.
"I'll retrieve my foul." He rumbles, his nose nuzzling the opening over my cleavage.
"Jacks!" I giggle harder, his breath tickling me. I feel him pull my shirt hem out of my skirt and lift it up and his head disappears under my shirt.
"Jacks!" I laugh harder only to have my breath catch as his tongue licks me in between my breasts.
I'm panting as his tongue licks the area thoroughly before he pulls back on his knees.
"Had to clean off the salt and butter..." He grins, licking his lips. Watching my chest rise and fall with my breath, his grin widens as his eyes roll over my body.
"Did you enjoy that?" His deep voice becomes seductive, lowering even more.
I bite my bottom lip and nod softly as my eyes don't leave his. He looks delicious on all fours, hovering over me with his muscular arms, his white dress shirts top two buttons undone, his hair slightly ruffled from going under my blouse.
Holy fuck, I want him.
A soft mewling of need escapes my throat, I didn't even know I could make a sound like that.
Jacksons eyes widen before he cocks a brow in question. "I'm going to say that you more than enjoyed that." His eyes scan my body again, "Do you want more?"
I watch as he leans closer to me, his lips becoming my main focus as they creep closer.
I reach out and grip his neck, pulling those lips to mine, kissing him desperately. He lets out a startled breath but quickly hums amused as I pull him on top of me. His hands caress my sides working their way under my blouse as he grinds himself against my lower body. I gasp breaking the kiss when he rubs just right against my clit.
"Well then..." Jacksons devilish smirk her gives me is enough to set me on fire I'm so hot for him. "this must be" his hips move to grind against me again, "the spot."
That soft needy mewling sound escapes me again making me flush but with more need than embarrassment.
"Jacks.." I gasp his name breathlessly.
"That's my name sweetheart." He purrs as his lips descend on my neck licking and sucking on the sensitive skin.
"Fuck, you're driving me insane." I moan as he nips my earlobe.
He breathes into my ear as he says slyly, "Me? Driving you insane? I haven't even started yet."
His words send shivers down my spine, my mouth going dry in an instant. I lick my lips to try and bring back the moisture as Jackson shakes his head. He leans back onto his knees and stares at me with my legs spread, skirt hiked, blouse exposing my abdomen. I can only imagine how tousled my hair is.
His hands slide up my calves and then over my knees, letting one rest while his right hand slides between my legs that I start to shuffle.
"Don't move." He states it, a cold hard edge to his tone. His hand slides down along my inner thigh, and my legs tremble from his touch. He pauses when they begin to tremble, but keeps going when they've stopped. His fingers caress my slit over my pantyhose and underwear, making my legs jerk in reflex.
"Do not move..." He growls at me and my eyes widen at his animalistic sound. My breathing grows heavier as I hear him rip a hole in my panty hose.
"Hey!" I start but the hard look he gives me has me swallowing hard and snapping my mouth shut.
My heart is beating faster in my chest and I feel anxious. I've never seen Jackson act this way. Ever.
His fingers hook around my panties a low groan resonating from his chest as he feels how wet I am. He drags the knuckles of those fingers up and down my slit, watching as my lips part around it. My mouth parts as I pant at his teasing, tantalizing touch. When his knuckles disappear and slides in between my folds I whimper in need.
"Don't move...." He repeats, sliding another finger inside of me.
I have to make my hands into fists to keep from moving. I gasp and close my eyes as his thumb begins to circle my clit. It's almost impossible to not lift my hips and grind against his hand to try and find my release, but the low growl has my hips dropping right back the few millimeters they had risen.
He chuckled and curled his fingers up inside of me and begins to softly tap my g spot.
"Jackson..." I whine trying my hardest not to move, but my hands are gripping the sofa to the point I know I'm cutting off the blood supply.
"God you're so fucking wet Melita." He taps a little harder making me moan and a shiver run over my body. "Stay still, or I'm not going to let you cum." Jackson warns me, his face serious as he watches me unclench my hands and grip the couch again as if it could keep me from moving in my desperation.
Jackson releases a deep, evil chuckle tapping harder and faster, his thumb going faster around my clit.
"Oh my god..." I can't help it when my legs flutter as my body tenses.
The sudden loss of his fingers has me crying out in disbelief, "NO!"
"If you can't hold still, I'm not going to reward you..." He smirks, sucking his fingers that were just inside me clean.
Frustrated, I sit up and fix my skirt and make my way to the bathroom to fix myself. I can't believe he just teased me like that! All because I couldn't control a natural reflex! What an asshole!
After fixing myself and mentally talking to myself in the mirror to not let him get the better of me like that again, I hold my head high and walk back out into the room. His smug smirk only infuriates me more.
"Hmph." I huff, taking my popcorn bowl and dumping the rest in the trash before taking the bowl to the kitchen. I slip my shoes on and grab my purse before heading towards the door.
As I walk out the door, his driver is washing the car and stop, "Ms. Xenos? Are you heading home right now?" He asks politely.
"Yes, but I'll walk. It's not far and I could use the exercise. Have a good evening." I give him a smile and make my way to the sidewalk. I'm still fuming at Jacksons smug smile and a little hurt too. I did not like being so close and then denied just because my legs twitched. I watch my feet move one in front of the other, cars driving by and manicured gardens and homes on either side. I make my way south and am halfway down the next block before I hear my name being called.
I don't bother looking over my shoulder and just walk faster. I was not going to be treated like my needs were not important. I was not going to sit there and be teased and left wanting, like I was a toy he could have fun with however he wanted. Maybe I was wrong about him. It just took a little before his true colors shined through.
That thought hurts me the most. The thought of him actually being like every other man who's been a part of my personal life, it hurt me. It made my knees almost give out from under me as I crossed the street. I keep going, no longer hearing my name being called and breathe out a heavy sigh. I don't know if I should be relieved or upset.
I'm both.