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In one swift movement, the towel covering me drops to the floor, Jackson’s gaze dropping too, cock pulsing as he eyes my bare chest.
A boob man, for sure.
As slowly as he touches me, I coast a hand up my stomach towards my tits, letting out a little throaty moan when I palm their heavy weight.
“What are you doing?“ Jackson's voice drops a couple levels, his gaze dark and menacing.
“Helping,” I say on a gasp. “You were going to think about me, weren't you? While you fucked your hand?”
Another groan rips from his chest.
“Is this not better than your imagination?”
“Fuck, Luna.” His eyes stay trained on me as his shaky hand fists his cock and starts stroking slowly. “Sit on the counter.” I do what he says without even a moment's hesitation, hopping up on the counter behind me, tensing as the cool surface meets my flushed skin. “Spread your legs.”
Again, I do what he says within seconds of him saying it, unable to stop my wriggle of excitement. Shivers of anticipation wrack my body as he zones in on the wet spot between my legs. His throat bobs as he swallows, his eyes ablaze with so much unbridled lust and want, it makes me a little dizzy.
It also evokes a weird feeling of respect towards him because, my God, this guy has restraint.
He steadies himself with one hand braced against the wall, tenses arms ripping with veins, his legs trembling under the effort of keeping himself upright as he pumps himself slowly.Eroticis the only word I can think of to describe the sight before me. Hot as fuck, too. The fact that I can do this to him without even touching him… talk about an ego boost.
“Touch yourself, Luna.”
He doesn't need to tell me twice. My fingers work greedily, two of them filling my needy pussy while the heel of my hand grinds against my clit, imagining Jackson touching me. Imagining me touching him, bringing him pleasure. It's not long before I'm on the edge, my words strained and whimpered, “I'm close.”
“Wait,” Jackson commands with a growl, pace quickening. His thumb swipes over the head of his cock, collecting the dripping wetness leaking out and making himself shudder, and I groan at the sight. “Fucking wait for me, Luna.”
I cry out as my stomach clenches, the act of holding off my orgasm almost painful when I'm so close. I have no idea how long passes, hanging on the brink, before I hear a groaned, gravelly order. “Come.”
The bathroom fills with our combined groans of pleasure as we come together. I watch him through hooded eyes, his movement jerky and frantic as he spills into his hand for what seems like forever, his eyes never leave me.
Chest heaving with panted breaths, I slump against the wall at my back, utterly sated as I let my tired eyes flutter shut.
Jesus.
The shower shuts off and footsteps approach, my eyes barely able to open halfway when hands land on my thighs, crawling upwards up they cup my cheeks.
Lips touch mine, the unhinged way he kisses me a stark contrast to the gentle way he cradles my face. His breath is warm and ragged against my skin as he buries his head in my neck, his groan just as rough. “Fuck me.”
A lazy smile contorts my lips as I lace my hands around his neck. “Would if I could.”
15
JACKSON
I thinkI might be in shock.
Having an out of body experience, maybe. Like I’m watching myself from a bird’s eye view, my surroundings moving in slow motion. All because I can’t quite believe I’m sitting in a diner booth with Luna Evans practically on my knee.
I know I’m staring but I can’t stop. Everything she does, I follow with an eagle eye because I don’t want to miss anything. Not her preferred hangover food order—a grilled cheese with a side of extra crispy bacon and enough hot sauce to kill a small child. Or the way she winces every time she sips the green smoothie her, Kate, and Amelia all reluctantly order. Or how she dithers over which kind of tea to get before muttering a ‘fuck it’ and ordering three.
Green, peppermint, and passionflower, all of which she made me try, all of which I swallowed with a fake smile because Jesus, herbal tea tastes like shit.
I want to make sure I remember it all because it happened too quickly, the past twelve or so hours. When I woke up this morning, I was half convinced I’d dreamt it. Fuck, when it was actually happening I had to pinch myself more than once.
I just… I can’t believe it. Can’t believe it happened. Can’t believehowit happened. Can’t believe it’sstillhappening. Sure, I practically begged her to stay last night but she didn’t have to. Luna doesn’t strike me as someone who does something she doesn’t want out of pity. And this morning, when a breakfast outing was proposed, it took no encouragement on my part for her to agree.
If she wanted to leave, she would’ve.
