Flat 64

Chapter 3

I realized what I thought really didn't matter. In the end, I do not want him to stop. I don't know if it is the liquid courage from alcohol, or if I'm simply too turned on to care, but I look up at him and raise my hand to push some hairs away from his eyes, grazing his temple with my finger. I keep my finger touching his skin, as I move my way down slowly to trace his jaw line. I watch as he gulps, his Adams apple bobbing visibly. Intensely watching where my finger goes, I'm trying to drink him in, making sure this moment is ingrained in my memory. I gradually drag my finger towards his mouth, tracing the outline of his soft, full lips. They part as I run my finger over them, and he shocks me by closing his lips around the tip of my finger, he circles his tongue over it, then cheekily bites me. I immediately gasp from the feel of his teeth. It isn't painful though, it's a pleasant sting that sends shocks through my body and straight to my core. I look up at his eyes, and the intensity in his makes a heat take over me, and the flush returns 10 times stronger than before. Jackson releases my finger from his mouth, "God I love that blush of yours, I can only imagine how far south it goes" he releases in a gruff voice, one that only seems to increase my arousal. Both hands are now rubbing my thighs, slowly creeping higher and higher. The air around us has become insufferably hot, and I have never experienced such a tense atmosphere before. I can feel how wet I have become, and I shuffle in my seat, squeezing my thighs together, accidentally trapping his thumbs and hindering his ability to move his hands on me.

"Now that wasn't very nice" he scolds me, pushing open my thighs wider than they were before. Jackson moves his hands higher, parallel to one another. They reach his shirt, which is resting gently on my skin. He freezes, as if he isn't sure if he has gone too far. Looking at me, silently asking for approval, I reply with a barely noticeable nod. Slowly, he pushes the shirt back until my core is visible, and as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, he audibly breathes in deeply. Eager for his approval, I spread my legs wider for his view. Teasingly, I pull his shirt up a little bit to above my belly button, before letting it fall back down, then drawing circles on the back of his hand with the same finger that, not too long ago, was in his mouth.

His gaze was burning through me. "f**k me" he whispers gruffly. He is sat there frozen, unmoving, as if he did not expect me to play into his little teasing game. With my hand on his, I gently move him even closer, before pulling away and leaning back on my hands. And just like that, he snaps out of his frozen state.

He moves his hand to the inside of my thigh, his thumb just skimming the outside of where I want him to be, before he pulls back slightly. With no control of my own body, my hips angle forward in attempt to bring his touch closer. Once again, he moves in a painfully slow manner, but his fingers skip over my center to the inside of my other thigh, causing me to release a small whine in annoyance. A smirk creeps into his face, which riles me to no end, and I can't hold myself back from telling him as such. "Jack.." Okay, so I didn't actually get a sentence out, pathetically taken by how his hands feel on my body. I can't focus enough to speak.

"What." he whispers back, his smirk stronger than ever, but I don't reply. He tucks some hair behind my ear before tracing his hand down to my neck. His fingers dance around my skin before the sensation falters a little when he reaches his shirt. He carries on feeling me, and slowly drags his hand down, yet he skips my breasts, causing my back to arch in irritation. He still refuses to touch me anywhere of importance and it's driving me crazy. Hoping to speed up the process, I move to remove the shirt, but he stops me, holding my hands to my body.

"Greedy girls don't get rewards" he says to me. Who does he think he is? Telling me I'm greedy. I'm not... I just want what he's been teasing me with. I don't think that's too big of an ask...is it? He releases me and stands up. My face falls. Is he really going to stop? My thoughts are interrupted when he bends down and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder with seemingly no effort at all. A squeal comes out of me unexpectedly, and all of a sudden he's walking us towards my room.

"What are you..." I begin to ask, as curiosity takes over me. I'm interrupted with a sharp slap to my arse, forcing yet another squeal out of me. He rubs the same spot, soothing the sting, causing me to release a moan of pleasure. He is painfully close to where I want him to be, and I'm aware that I am completely bare, and how his face is right next to my p***y. Before I can say anything else, my world is no longer upside down when I'm thrown onto my bed, bouncing. I move further up my bed, praying he will follow me on. My prayers are answered when he begins to climb towards me, until he is hovering directly above me. He lowers his head until our lips are so close, that our breath becomes one. When I finally lean forward to close the almost non-existent gap, Jackson turns his head and kisses my cheek, then he kisses my jaw, then my neck, between my breasts through the shirt, down to my belly button until he reaches the hem of his shirt. He takes the fabric between his teeth and slowly pulls it upwards. I can feel his chin rubbing against my skin as he moves and when he reaches my belly button, he releases the shirt from his mouth and sits up straight, then he takes the shirt in his hands and pulls it off the rest of the way. Sitting up to make it easier for him to remove, my n*****s graze his chest and my breathing quickens beyond belief. Laying back down, I watch as Jack openly stares at me, taking his time to look at every inch of me, almost as if he is trying to commit this to an unforgettable memory. He lowers himself above me once again, using his forearms to support his weight. He looks me in the eyes, there is a vulnerability in his that I have never seen before. I bring my hand to his cheek, gently stroking his with my thumb.

His eyes close, and he speaks with no hesitation, "You are so beautiful, Lottie." His voice is so full of emotion that I am nearly brought to tears. I have never thought much of myself, but he says it so truthfully it almost makes me believe him. He rests his forehead on mine, and I let my eyes close too. The moment is so intimate, it does not feel real. All of a sudden, I feel his lips place a soft kiss against mine. I gently reply with my own kiss, which soon becomes a full-blown make-out session. His tongue brushes mine, he tastes minty and fresh, and he begins to fight me for dominance. The kiss becomes more heated and intense. I let my fingers tug at his hair, which elicited a quiet groan from him. My other hand, delicately begins to trail up his side, I'm barely touching his skin, just using my nails and fingertips to tease him. I travel back down his side, then when I reach his v line, I follow it until I'm very low on his abdomen. I trace back and forth, still barely touching him, when I feel a shiver come over his body. He breaks the kiss and our breathing has become fast and heavy. "What are you doing to me?" he rumbles out, but I only place a gentle kiss on his jaw. "You're driving me crazy, Charlotte."