Flat 64

Chapter 5

My breath catches in my throat, my walls clenching around his finger. He moves slowly, in and out, watching my reaction. I raise my hips up to his hand, wanting more from him. He adds another finger, groaning, "Jesus Lottie, you're so tight." I clench around his fingers. I don't know why, but when he talks to me, my body has a physical reaction that I can't control. He starts to hook his fingers, stroking my g-spot over and over, forcing moans to tumble out of me. He moves down my body until he is comfortably nestled at the bottom of the bed, his face in line with my p***y. Using his free hand, he rubs my c**t in circles, and spots cloud my vision. I have never felt anything so wonderful.

I have been fingered once before, years ago after prom, but it was nothing like this. The guy was rough, and didn't make any effort to make me feel good, he only touched me for his own pleasure. When I wanted to stop, he tried to force me to carry on and have s*x, but when I refused, he threw a fuss about how I had ruined his one night of prom. Later, I found out he slept with someone else that same night. Since then, I have always been extremely guarded about who I let close to me, and no one else has touched me this way, except now with Jackson.

Suddenly, Jackson increases the pressure he is using, and the combined sensations of him brushing my spot and rubbing my c**t, begins to create a pool of heat in the pit of my stomach. It is a feeling like nothing I have ever experienced before, and I don't know how to react. I have this intense need for release, but it doesn't feel the same as my normal orgasms. "Wait, s-something happening..." I try to tell Jackson, but he only blows on my p***y, in response. The feeling is so intense, I tense up, and I try to hold it back, not sure about what I am feeling. "Shh, it's okay. Just relax." he says soothingly, as if he knows the inner turmoil I am experiencing. He rubs my c**t quicker, and suddenly I am overtaken by the familiar yet different sensation of my climax. I feel heat rush over my entire body, and I feel as if I cannot breathe. I can hear ringing in my ears and uncontrollable spasms wreak havoc through my body, from head to toe. The familiar throbbing feeling of my c**t is followed by a beautiful release, unlike anything I have ever felt before. His fingers are moving slowly within me, helping me to ride out my high. Eventually, when the spasms pass, and my senses return to a more normal state, I release heavy breaths to try and gather myself. My head whips up to look at him, when I feel his tongue lick my slit, slowly. He reaches my c**t, a shudder runs through me and I release a gasp. Then he places a delicate kiss on it, before slowly moving his way up the bed, until he hovers above me. I'm still fighting for my breathing to return to normal, but I desperately want to know what just happened to me. "What just... I've never... that was different." I manage to get out, still in shock.

He smiles at me and daintily kisses my nose, "You just squirted baby, that's what that was. And I can tell you this, you put on quite a show," he says, before resting his forehead on mine. My eyes widen in shock. I have never experienced anything like it before, it was so...intense. "How do you feel" he asks me gently, his hand gently swiping my c**t. Immediately, my hips buck and I release a hoarse moan. "Hmm, sensitive" I reply, he chuckles at me. Jackson rolls off of me, pulling me with him so that he is laying on his back with me comfortably rested against his chest. He pulls my leg over him to lay it against his abdomen, his hand finding home on my thigh. I begin to draw circles on his chest, enjoying the way he shivered slightly at my touch. Neither of us break the silence, simply enjoying each others presence. A shiver runs through me, suddenly aware of my nakedness when the cool air hits me. He pulls the duvet over to cover us, before kissing me on the forehead. My head spins with questions, with the reality of what we just did finally settling in. What does this mean? Where do we go from here? How can we go back to normal after this... Do I want to go back to normal? I release a frustrated breath, annoyed that my brain can't let me just enjoy the lovely moment we are having. Almost as if he reads my mind, Jackson begins to talk.

"Lottie, we have a lot to talk about but..." before he can finish, I look up and interrupt him. "Jack..." I don't say anything else, leaving what I really wanted to say hanging in the air. He strokes my hair, and nods at me, seemingly understanding what I'm trying to say. He smiles gently before carrying on with what he was saying, "I was about to say that we should just sleep for now and talk in the morning, but I guess the impatience from you isn't just a bedroom trait. Let me finish talking next time." Jackson chuckles as I blush and look away. "Oh." I whisper, laying my head back down on his chest. He rubs my back, it soothes me enough to where I am almost asleep.

"Goodnight baby" I hear, before I can no longer keep myself awake.

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We jolt awake to the sound of the front door opening, followed by the guys laughing loudly about god knows what. I immediately look at Jackson, not knowing what to do. He looks equally shocked that they are home. We both got so taken with each other that we literally forgot that we live with other people. "What do we do?!" I whisper at him. He is frozen though, and I get no reply. Only when we hear knocks on my door, does he jump out of my bed and run to my bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I quickly jump up, throwing my dressing gown around me, then get back into bed, before telling whoever is behind the door they can come in. A very drunk Drew saunters over, then sits at the bottom of my bed. "Heeyyyy" he slurs at me. "How come you're not sleeping?" I look towards the bathroom door, checking it was shut, before replying to him. "Oh, I was but you guys woke me up coming in." I say casually. That wasn't a lie, so I was praying he would not call bullshit on me. "Oops. Anyways I wanted to talk to you..." he says laying back on my bed. "Um, can't it wait for tomorrow? I'm exhausted Drew." I plead with him. He never usually comes to see me after a night out, so I am curious about what he has to say, but I desperately want him out, so it can wait. I go to push him off my bed, but he doesn't let me. "Char, why didn't you tell me you liked Danny?" I freeze in place. That was the last thing I expected him to say. "You don't need to lie to me." he says casually, not even looking at me. "I-I don't", stuttering is not helping my case, but shock has taken over me. He looks at me, raising his eyebrows. "Yeah right, Lily told me you've liked him for years. It's okay, he's a good guy. I have no problems with it. I mean, I'm pretty sure he has a thing for you too." He's looking at me expectantly, waiting for my answer. "Drew, I don't like him. I mean sure I used to, but things have changed now." I say back with no hesitation, partly to Drew, and to Jack, who I know is listening to our conversation. "What things? If this is about him being my friend, it's okay, really. It's not like it's jack you like, now that I would have major issues with," he says with a laugh. My stomach drops, and guilt immediately fills me. "I don't like him. I don't think I ever did, it was just a silly girl crush that nothing would ever come out of. And what's the difference between me liking him or jack? Why does that change anything?" I rush out, before I can help myself. He looks at me strangely, as if I'm stupid or something. "You're joking, right? Danny's a good fit for you. Jackson is not. You know what he's like with girls, I would never want that for you, he's not good enough for you and, wait...why are you asking about him? You don't like him, do you? Because he's my best friend, Char, and that is just not okay. Literally anyone but jack." he ends his ramble, talking seriously. "I... I get what you're saying, but I don't think it's that big of a deal if..." interrupting me, he stands up and walks towards me dangerously.