Chapter 5: Aphrodisiac
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Jackson suddenly felt that his entire body was burning, especially with Irene touching his legs, clinging onto it like it was the only thing that would keep her sanity.
Her seductive expression was evident too. Irene’s pleading eyes combined with her soft, rosy lips were already enough for every man to be crazy.
Including him.
“Jack…” she called again as she positioned herself, letting Oliver see her cleavage. “Didn’t you hear me? I need to release this… something inside my body.”
‘f*****g aphrodisiac,’ said Jackson at the back of his mind, closing his eyes in frustration, forcing him to be in control.
He knew more than anyone that it was the oyster’s effect on Irene.
Jackson had just experienced its effect earlier, and if not for his control, Irene must have been cursing him to death.
“Irene,” he called, exhaling sharply. “Stand up. You can’t be kneeling in front of me.”
“Hmm?” Irene asked, looking at him with her innocent eyes. “Why can’t I? The thing I wanted the most was in front of me…”
Upon saying those words, Irene’s gaze was on Jackson’s crotch.
Her warm breath came in contact with his skin, and as if on cue, Jackson’s manhood twitched as it created a bump in his trunks.
Who wouldn’t? A beautiful woman was kneeling in front of him, ready to take him at just one command.
And her entire existence… was pushing her more to lose control.
“Stand up, Irene,” Jackson repeated the command, his voice lower and authoritative this time. “Or else, I’ll pull you up.”
He could have just done that, to be honest.
But for some reason, he couldn’t move his body. It felt like his feet and hands were frozen in purpose to let Irene do what she wanted.
‘What the hell is happening?’ Jackson asked in his mind, his brows furrowing. ‘Could this be an effect of the oyster’s aphrodisiac as well?’
That was his first thought, but deep inside, Jack knew that something was wrong—and the reason was way beyond the foods they ate on the island.
“No, Jack…” Reaching for his garter, Irene’s hands made their way to pulling it down. “I need this. Your cock.”
Before Jackson could react, Irene successfully pulled his shorts down.
His crotch, which was already hard, slapped onto Irene’s cheek, making the latter smile.
“Wow, so big…” Irene muttered, licking her lips. “I can’t wait to taste it, Jack. And I can’t wait for you to f**k me hard and rough with that d**k of yours.”
Jackson shut his eyes closed, feeling Irene’s breath digging deeper into his skin.
It was nice and hot—even hotter than the fire he had just created for their warmth.
Nothing could be better than a body heat. However, Jackson knew it was only the aphrodisiac talking.
“I’ll suck it, lick it, and make you c*m in my mouth,” Irene mumbled, her right hand moving below his balls. “I’ll swallow it all. So give me everything you got, Jack…”
“Irene… No, no!”
With all his might, Jackson pulled his trunk upward, covering his d**k.
He took a few steps away, causing Irene to crawl toward him.
"Why are you stepping away from me?" Her voice cracked, hurt seeping through the haze. "Don’t you like me, Jack? Am I not pretty enough for you?"
‘God, if only she knew.’
Jackson exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair.
"If I didn’t want you, do you think I’d be this hard right now?" His voice was rough, nearly breaking. "But it’s not real, Irene. You’re not in your right mind."
Irene shook her head.
"It feels real to me," she whispered. Her fingers dug into the sand as she knelt there, vulnerable, waiting for him.
Jackson squeezed his eyes shut. He had to stop this before she did something she’d regret.
However, his body isn’t cooperating.
“But why…” Irene’s voice trailed off, her eyes becoming watery. “If you like me that much, then why would you reject me?”
The rejection pierced her soul more than Jackson expected, making him exhale sharply.
“Because I need to.”
To Irene’s shock, Jackson kneeled on the ground, his face now on the same level as hers.
“I know you’ll hate me for this,” he said, holding Irene’s cheeks using both hands. “But I’m sorry.”
Before Irene could answer, Jackson held her nape, pressing something onto her skin.
It made Irene’s vision hazy and her mind clouded. As she fell onto the ground in unconsciousness, Jackson immediately held her in his arms.
His hands on her smooth, delicate skin made it difficult for him to think rationally. Irene was so into it. All he needs is to surrender.
“No, you f*****g bastard,” Jackson muttered, controlling the urge to devour Irene as he lay her on the towel.
Now that she was sleeping peacefully, Jackson could now sigh in relief.
He sat there for a long moment, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest.
Jackson ran a hand down his face, frustration burning through him. "s**t…"
Even as sleep took her, the image of her kneeling before him, desperate and beautiful, burned itself into his mind.
No matter how much he wanted her, he wouldn’t take advantage of her like this. But that didn’t make it any easier.
Jackson pushed himself up, walking toward the sea. He stripped his trunks lower and placed his hand on his c**k, stroking it to release everything.
To forget. To regain control.
“Ugh… Irene,” he groaned, his hands moving faster as he became more desperate for the long-awaited orgasm.
He remembered Irene opening her mouth as she was ready to take him in any way. It only intensified the heat on his body.
With one more stroke, he reached the climax, spurting his c.um onto the sea.
“f**k,” Jackson muttered as he glanced at Irene, who was sleeping peacefully.
Jackson suddenly felt like a pervert for what he did, but if he didn’t release the heat right now, it could be a problem later on—especially when Irene woke up.
By the time he returned, Irene was still fast asleep, curled beneath the towel. Jackson crouched beside her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
His fingers lingered for just a second too long.
“Maybe the only way I could pay you back is to protect you the best way I can, and ensure your survival,” Jackson said, his tone firm. “Which I will.”
He sat back against the rock, eyes on the clear sky.
The waves crashed steadily, and it eventually lulled him into restless sleep.
THE NEXT morning, Irene woke up with the sun making contact with her skin and face.
“Ugh…” She sat up with a grimace, having a hard time opening her eyes because of the sun. “Why does my head feel like I got hit by a truck?"
“Maybe because of the oysters,” a familiar voice answered.
Irene looked around and saw Jackson sitting quite far away from her, grilling some fish.
She sighed. “I hoped that I was just dreaming, but turns out it wasn’t the case.”
Jackson only smirked.
“I managed to catch two fishes in the sea, which is rare if there are sharks in the area,” he said, frowning. “But you should eat this one. I took a bite, and it tasted fine.”
“Only the fish?” Irene asked, her brows furrowing. “What about the sea urchins and the oysters? You’re going to eat them all?”
“No. Take the sea urchins if you want,” he told her. “But not the oysters. It has an aphrodisiac in it.”
Irene blinked in surprise. “A what?”
“You heard me,” Jackson answered, his eyes fixated on hers. “Unless you want a repeat of last night, I’d suggest you stay away from them.”
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