Flat 64

Chapter 4

"It's only fair" I reply to him, smirking. He glares at me, realizing I have been beating him in his own game. He takes both of my hands in his, then raises them above my head, holding them there. He uses his other hand to trace down the side of my arm, then he travels lower down my side. Fighting the urge to wriggle around, I roll my eyes at him. He's doing the exact same thing I did to him. What a douche, does he not have his own moves ?

My thoughts are interrupted when, out of nowhere, he starts to move near my breasts. He gently runs his finger around my right breast, and can't help but release a whine of frustration. Smirking at the fact he has taken back control, I guess he decides he has played with me enough, and he pinches my n****e between his fingers. A pleasure-filled gasp rips out of me from the shock, lifting my chest towards him. He releases my n****e, but doesn't spare a moment before he runs his fingers over it. He continues his torture, when he surprises me further by taking my other n****e into his mouth. I can't help but moan loudly, overwhelmed by his touch. His tongue would circle my left n****e, while his fingers would play with my right. It's heavenly. My core is burning with need. I don't think I have been so aroused ever before. I am wiggling beneath him, when he spreads my legs with his knees and presses against me. I release uncontrollable moans, feeling how hard he is for me through his joggers sends me into a spiral. I never knew it was possible to reach a climax without being touched down there, but when he gently moves his hips against mine, the sensations of him touching me everywhere forces me over the edge without warning. No noise releases out of me, only short, sharp breaths as the feeling sends its shocks through my body.

Sensing the change in me, he releases my n****e from his mouth and looks up at me. A face of shock, intrigue and admiration looks back at me. Embarrassment immediately clouds my mind and I look away from him, hoping he has not realized what just happened. He releases my hands from above my head and takes my chin in his fingers, turning me to look at him. "Do not be embarrassed. That was the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed. I don't think you realize just how amazing you are." he whispers to me, with no doubt in his voice. He takes my hand in his, and leads it down his body, until we reach his joggers. He releases my hand and nods at me. Taking this as an invitation, I push under the waistband to find that he is not wearing boxers underneath. I move slowly, until I come into contact with his d**k. I didn't hold it at first, only running my fingers over it, eliciting a groan from Jackson. I gently ran my thumb over the tip, immediately I'm welcomed by precum, and he bucks his hips towards my hand. "Touch me" he pleads, his voice barely a whisper, his breath heavy. His forehead is resting on my shoulder and I can feel his heart beating fast through his chest. Finally, I take him in my hands, squeezing him gently. He gasps, almost as if he didn't expect me to actually listen to him for once. I tug him from the base to the tip, rotating slightly as I do. His precum acts as a lubricant that makes it easy to wank him off. I slowly increase my speed only to change pace when I feel he is close. His hips once again buck, attempting to gain friction. I squeeze him from base to tip, then run my thumb over the tip again. He is a groaning mess. I love it. I decide to put him out of his misery, quickening my pace once again, until eventually he reaches his climax above me. I slowly pump his c**k, keeping his orgasm from ending. A second wave flows through him and I feel him ejaculate again. Once he is finished, I remove my hand from his joggers, which causes him to raise his head from my shoulder and look down at me. He watches intensely as I take each finger into my mouth, sucking off his c*m. Jackson was speechless, mouth agape. I stared back at him, daring him to say something to me.

"I...that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had, and it was just from your hand. I can't imagine how good it will be when I am inside of you." As fast as it comes, my confidence leaves me again, and I'm back to a blushing mess. I have never had s*x before. Of course, I have done bits, but not full s*x. He smiles at me, but doesn't say anything else about it. Jackson leans down, placing a sweet kiss on my lips, before he releases an excited "my turn".

His kisses distract me from his hand, which is slowly moving down my body, until it rests on the inside of my thigh, his thumb once again drawing circles on my skin. There is no more teasing this time, as his finger moves to swipe at my slit. A shudder runs through me in anticipation, and he breaks the kiss, locking eyes with me. He runs his finger up and down my slit, painfully slow. "f**k baby, you're so wet for me", he groans out in appreciation. His words make my body react in a funny way, turning me on even further. I automatically move to clench my thighs together, but his hand stops me before I can. "What do you think you're doing...hmm?" he says, pushing them open wider than ever. He trails his hand back to my core and begins to toy with me. His thumb presses on my c**t, making me jump, then he rubs it in slow circles. Loud moans fall out of me uncontrollably, my eyes falling shut in response to his touch. "Closing your legs, as if you don't want this." Jackson continues accusingly, but I can hear the teasing tone in his voice. While keeping his thumb on my c**t, he swipes at my slit with his finger, making my hips buck towards his hand, silently begging him to enter me. He chuckles at my expense. "Tell me," he says simply, freezing all his movements. He looks at me, waiting for my reply, but I'm not quite sure what he wants from me. "I..." I begin to say but can't quite find the words. He leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Tell me what you want." he says gruffly. His hot breath tickles against my skin, and as if that isn't enough, he takes my lobe between his teeth, while simultaneously pressing his thumb against my c**t again, then he releases both my ear and his pressure on my c**t. The stimulation is overwhelming, and I find it difficult to speak. When he raises his head, I look him dead in the eyes, "more" I say breathlessly. He barely moves his fingers at all, he is practically hovering above my skin, and it's killing me. "Hmm, that's not very convincing. Maybe we should stop..." Jackson says, moving his hand to my thigh instead. "No! I mean I don't want you to stop." I ramble out with no control of my stupid mouth. How embarrassingly shameless. But he doesn't move, he only stares at me, amusement filling his face. "Oh?" he probes, obviously wanting more. I take a shuddering breath, before taking his hand on my thigh, and moving it to where I want him to be. He frustratingly does not make any move, but doesn't take his hand away. He raises his eyebrows at me, that famous smirk back on his face. "Please, I..." I whisper, begging him to carry on with this pleasurable torture, but I'm interrupted when he pushes a finger into me.