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Jackson pulled her closer and pressed her against the counter. His hands wandered down to squeeze her ass through her jeans. Ollie whimpered, her lips parting as Jackson’s tongue swept over her bottom lip and into her mouth. With her uninjured hand, she grabbed at his hair and moaned, her tongue dancing with his as he pressed himself against her.
Ollie didn’t think as she dragged her injured hand down to the front of Jackson’s sweatpants, moaning when she felt how hard he was. But when she tried to wrap her hand around him, pain shot through her arm. Yelping softly, she broke the kiss and frowned at her offending hand.
“This is ruining the sexy vibe I’m trying to set.”
Jackson chuckled against her skin as he dragged his mouth down her neck. “You’re fucking sexy all the time.”
Ollie hummed happily at that statement and set her injured hand on his shoulder as she dropped the other one to cup him through his pants. Jackson groaned into her neck, his fingers digging into her ass. Palming him, Ollie gently nipped at Jackson’s earlobe and added a little pressure to her grip. Jackson let out an unidentifiable sound, which encouraged her to slide her hand into his pants and dragged her fingers along the length of his hardening dick.
“Oleander…”
“Take them off,” she whispered, tugging on his earlobe as she wrapped her hand around his dick.
Jackson complied, hands leaving her body to untie and push off his sweatpants and Ollie smiled as she leaned back to stare at him. She could feel his warm breath ruffling her hair as his chest heaved, so Ollie wrapped her hand around him again and this time she stroked him from base to tip slowly.
“You’re killing me, babe.”
Flicking her eyes up to meet his, Ollie gently pushed Jackson back a step and then dropped to her knees before he could stop her. She heard him growl when she walked the tips of her fingers along his dick, smiling at how he twitched. Ollie lifted her eyes to his as she leaned in and licked the bead of moisture off his tip, humming as she shifted on her knees till she was comfortable on the floor. Then wrapped her uninjured hand around him and rested the injured hand against his hip, and slowly took him into her mouth. Jackson’s groan echoed through the kitchen and Ollie closed her eyes as she took him deeper, her hand stroking his baseslowly.
Jackson’s hips jerked, sliding him deeper into her mouth and Ollie opened her eyes to look up at him. His hazel eyes were a dark brown as he watched, both hands pressed to the counter behind her and his jaw was clenched so tight, she was afraid he’d hurt himself.
“You okay?” His voice came out strangled and Ollie nodded, humming around him in response. Taking him as deep as she could, Ollie hollowed her cheeks and sucked, distantly hearing Jackson let out a string of curses. She felt his fingers in her hair, tangling and tugging as she gripped his base and then dragged her mouth all the way off. Sucking on his tip, she twirled her tongue around his cock and at another strange sound from Jackson, she pulled off him completely.
Ollie looked up at Jackson as she licked the underside of his cock first, and then every inch of him before taking him back into her mouth. With the way he was gripping her hair, Ollie knew that Jackson was getting close, so held his hips steady as she moved her mouth along his cock. As she reached his tip once, Ollie gently scraped her teeth over his skin and Jackson growled loudly and pulled on her hair. She stored that information away for later as she used her uninjured hand to cup and massage him.
And that was all it took.
Jackson slapped the counter with one hand and tightened the fist in her hair as she took him deep enough that he hit the back of her throat. She heard him mumble something, but Ollie barely cared because his hips jerked again and he was coming; warm, salty liquid filling her mouth and throat. Ollie pulled back slightly and swallowed, her body quivering as she tasted him. When his hand relaxed in her hair, Ollie pulled off Jackson fully and sat back on her haunches with a proud smile.
“Fuck, that was good.” He breathed out and Ollie beamed.
Jackson held a hand as his chest heaved and Ollie shook her head, hooking a finger to call him down to the floor with her. He hesitated for a second before kicking his sweats aside and dropped to his knees in front of her. She wound an arm around his neck and Jackson slid one around her waist, pulling her closer to him as their lips met for a kiss that sent shivers up her spine.
She could feel his still-hard cock pressed against her and Ollie realized that she was still fully dressed, so she broke away to tug off her t-shirt. Jackson’s eyes dropped to her pink lace-clad breasts and he licked his lips, lifting one hand to cup her. Ollie smiled, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans to push them off. She stretched her legs out and Jackson helped get them off, running his hands up her thighs as he smiled at her.
“I’m gonna need a minute, babe.”
Ollie nodded, running her fingers through his hair. “You can help me out of the rest of my things.”
Jackson leaned back to take off his shirt and Ollie shifted the floor, laying on her back. Their eyes met as she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside and Jackson frowned.
“I could have done that.”
Ollie chuckled and gestured to her Ninja Turtle panties. “I even wore the right day this time.”
Jackson smiled as his eyes locked onto her underwear then he grabbed the waistband and slid it down her legs. She smiled at the look of love and adoration mingling with desire in his eyes as he stared at her.
“I want you on top of me,” Ollie said softly.
Jackson’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
She nodded and he crawled over her, his knees on either side of her legs and hands pressed against the floor on either side of her head. Ollie smiled up at him and the tension on Jackson’s face eased. She grabbed the back of his neck with her uninjured hand and pulled his mouth to hers while the fingers of her other hand brushed along his hardening cock. Jackson shuddered and carefully lowered himself on top of her.
A growl escaped Jackson, but Ollie didn’t stop touching him. He rocked into her hand and Ollie smiled into the kiss. Jackson pulled back to look at her properly. It was only then that she realized she hadn’t freaked out at all—not when he put most of his weight on her, or when he hovered over her like that.
“I’m okay,” she assured him.
“We can go to the bedroom.”
