“How did you know?” He laughed.
“Because I’ve seen this headboard before.” I looked at him in surprise. “You have a lot of money, don’t you?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Dude. You drive a Range Rover. Your bedroom is filled with furniture from Restoration Hardware. You paid $150 to get us a booth at the bar. You turn down a hundred grand from my mom—yet you beat up my boyfriend for $1,000?”
“$700, actually.” He laughed. “Patrick kept $300, finder’s fee and all that.”
“You beat up my ex-boyfriend for $700, but you can afford all this?”
“That’s not my day job. You don’t seriously think I just go around beating up douchebags, do you?”
“I don’t know. Will you ever tell me?”
“Not right now.”
I squealed as he picked me up and dumped me unceremoniously on the bed. His fingers trailed up the inside of my legs then he grabbed my panties and pulled them off in one smooth movement. My heels fell to the ground as well.
I trembled, as I stared at him. “Fuck, this is hot,” I murmured.
He lifted the bottom of my dress up. Before I knew what was happening, his mouth was between my legs and he was kissing and licking me and sucking on my clit.
“Oh shit. Oh, Jackson, what are you doing?” I groaned.
He didn’t answer me. And the words were soon gone from my mouth as I clutched his sheets, my body trembling, my heart racing, my skin hot and feverish. I reached down and played with his hair, dark and short and silky.
How could this man work me up so easily? How could he bring me to pleasure so easily? It was unfathomable to me, but I didn’t have time to think too hard because my orgasm was starting. He could obviously feel that it was about to happen because he stuck his tongue inside of me. He fucked me with his tongue better than Joey had fucked me with his dick.
Fuck. Jackson was hot. He licked me up as my juices flowed onto his face. And as my body stopped shaking and I lay there, I looked down as he looked up at me, a huge smile on his face.
“That was hot, huh?” He grinned as he looked at me.
“I mean, I guess it was kind of hot, a little hot, not super-hot,” I mumbled jokingly.
I wanted to feel him inside of me. The night was only just beginning.
“So what position do you want to do tonight? Are you willing to try something new?” he asked.
“What do you mean, something new?”
“Are you willing to try something different?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I mean, normally when I fuck you, I’m on top or you’re on top.”
“We do doggy style as well,” I said.
“Yeah. And you know I love sliding into you from behind, but ...”
“But what?” I bit down on my lower lip. Please, God, don’t ask me to have a threesome with another woman. I would leave. I would absolutely walk out the door and leave. I have no interest in that. I’ve done it before, and it was horrible.
“So what exactly do you want us to do, Jackson?” I asked him.
I swallowed hard as he pulled off his shirt. I stared at his gorgeous, sexy chest, the scar, and the tattoos. Every single part of him made him even more intriguing to me.
“I have a swing.”
“You have a swing. Okay. Are we … going to go into the yard?”
“Not that sort of swing, Rosie.” He chuckled as he undid his belt and started to pull his pants down.
“What sort of—oh.”
“Yes. Oh,” he said. “Have you ever used a swing before?”
“Just at the park,” I said stupidly, and he laughed again.
He stood there now in a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs and I could see the outline of his cock very clearly.
“Take your dress off,” he said.
“Why don’t you do that for me?” I batted my eyes seductively at him.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
He stepped forward and collapsed onto the bed next to me. He grinned as he pulled the bottom of my dress up. I lifted my arms up so he could pull it all the way off of me. I lay there just in my bra.
He grinned as he leaned over and licked the valley between my breasts.
“You’re so damn sexy. Do you know that?”
“Yeah. I do,” I said in a sweet little voice.
“You drive me crazy, Rosie.”
“Oh yeah, I do?”
“Yeah. But I bet you knew that.”
“Nah, how would I know that?”
“Because when you put on that sexy little voice, you know you can get anything you want out of me. And I know that you know.”
“Oh, yeah?” I gave him a quick little smile. “How do you know that?”
“The glint in your eyes, baby.”
He unclasped my bra. It fell to the side, and he ran his fingers across my nipples, pinching them.
“So where’s the swing?” I said.
“Come on.”
He grabbed my hand and he pulled me off of the bed and we walked out of the bedroom.
“Oh gosh. Where are we going now? I hope you don’t have a sex room or something.”
“A sex room is so 2000,” he laughed. “I have a den.”
“A den?” I raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”
“It’s just much cooler than a sex room. And I don’t think they called them sex rooms, Rosie. They called them play rooms.”
“Okay. So you don’t have a play room. You have a play den?”
“It’s not a play den. It’s just a den.”
He winked at me and I shook my head. “You don’t live with anyone, right? No one’s going to see us?”
“I live with my cousin.” He shrugged. “He’s not here tonight.”
“Okay. Well, that’s good. I’d hate for your random cousin to see me naked.”
“I’d hate for that as well,” he laughed. “He’s seeing someone, so he’s probably with her tonight.”
“Oh, you think?”
“I don’t know. I mean, he went to meet some friends earlier, but I’m sure he went to see her tonight. I think they see each other every night.”
“Oh, every night. Like, is he planning on getting married anytime soon?”
“I don’t think so, at least not to her,” he shook his head, “seeing that she’s married.”
“Scandalous!” I laughed. “Your cousin’s doing a married woman.”
“Yeah.” He nodded his head. “An older married woman. Can you believe it?”
“Not really, though I guess if the sex is good.”
“He said it’s the best sex he’s ever had in his life.” He looked at me for a few seconds. “But enough about that. Come.”
“I’m coming.”
“No, you’re not, but you will be very soon,” he said with a laugh.
And I could feel my entire body trembling in sweet anticipation for my third orgasm of the night.
Chapter 6
Jackson grabbed my hand and I followed him out of his bedroom and we made our way down a small hallway. I looked at the crisp white walls and was surprised to see the adorned with picture after picture of modern art. He didn't look like the sort of guy that would be into modern art. In fact, he didn't look like the sort of guy that would be into art at all, but then he was also into jazz music. And I didn’t know anyone that wasn’t in their sixties that was into jazz music. I guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover. Suddenly we stopped next to a door on the right and he opened it swiftly. We walked into the dark room and he turned a light on. I looked around in awe, my heart racing. This was not what I’d been expecting.