Page 11 of Change of Course
Chapter 6
JACKSON
I don’t ever want this to end.
I had not expected to be here in this room with my Cherry, balls-deep in the sweetest place I’ve ever been, but now that I’m here, I don’t want it to be over.
But I know I’m heavy on her, so I roll to the side and pull her with me, kissing her head and gathering her body against mine. “Stay. Stay the night.”
“Yes,” she says, and smiles like sunrise.
We say nothing for a long while. I might maybe possibly drift off for a few minutes. When I come out of that brief doze, she’s still smiling. “Yes,” she says again. “Whatever you’re thinking. Yes. You got it. You got me, Jax.”
It can’t be this easy.
“You know,” I point out, “you wanted to talk. Did you say everything?”
“I said all the important stuff,” she says, reaching up to stroke my head. “I like your hair short, you know. It feels good on my hand.”
“It’s just easy to take care of.”
She keeps rubbing her hand back and forth, and the sensation is nice. Between her rubbing my head and the sight of her naked in my arms, my dick is trying very hard to come back to life. “Ooh,” she says when it’s half-hard against her stomach. “I think you like this, Jax.”
“I like you,” I say, and kiss her nose.
She laughs, then goes back to stroking my head. “I didn’t always like myself.”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“And my husband treated me like shit, and I just took it. I think, secretly, I figured I wasn’t really the good girl everybody thought I was—teachers, my parents, my husband—so if I wasn’t treated like I was special, I thought it meant I didn’t deserve to be.”
“Fucker,” I mutter under my breath. “You deserve to be treated like a princess. A queen, actually.”
“So you’re going to treat me like a queen?” she teases.
“You’re my cherry candy, my queen,” I say, and all of a sudden I’m fully hard. Aching for her. “I need another taste.” I roll her to her back and nibble on her neck, her collarbone, the upper slope of her breast, right down to her stiff pink nipple. “Can’t get enough of you, my queen,” I say, coming up for air and then giving the other nipple some attention. Both of them are hard peaks begging for some loving, and Cheri’s breathy whine tells me she’s perfectly happy to receive it.
“Cherry lollipop?” she asks, still in that breathy voice. “Or Red Vines?”
My mouth is already watering for more of her, so I start licking a trail down to the pink heaven between her legs. “I want it all,” I say, between licks. “Cherry Jolly Ranchers. Wild Cherry Lifesavers.” I kiss one inner thigh, then the other. “Cheri’s cherry pie.” With that, I spread those juicy folds and give her a long lick from her opening up to her button, making her moan. She tastes like my seed and her juices together, and it’s got me hard as rebar. “Fuck, baby, you taste like us. I cannot get enough of you.” I lick her clit rhythmically, sliding two fingers into her channel to find that spongy area full of nerve endings. I know I’ve found it when she moans like she’s out of control, so I concentrate my efforts, and in short moments, she’s whimpering nonstop and pumping her hips toward me. Then her thighs tense, and her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers, while a small gush of liquid proclaims her orgasm.
I should be the good guy here. I should let her come down and then go back to the stimulation I know works to please her.
But I cannot wait for her any longer. I need to be inside her. I need to push my desperately aching stiff cock inside all her sweet heat, hold her in my arms, kiss her like there’s no better thing in the world.
When I slide in, she locks her legs around my back and urges me on with her soft cries. She keeps calling my name, and I lose control of my mouth, saying shit I don’t remember ever saying to her before. “Fuck, Cherry. Cheri, baby, your pussy is a miracle. You’re so hot, Cherry, so sweet, your pussy is so fucking sweet, take it, take everything I got, take my dick, take my cum, take it all baby ‘cause I can’t hold back. It’s all yours.”
I say all that before my brain shuts down and I’m pure sensation, feeling her channel squeeze my cock, smelling her perfume and her body, hearing her keen in pleasure, seeing her face so beautiful with her mouth open and eyes closed, everything, every fucking thing about her. It might be the single greatest moment of sex in my whole life, and I pour her full of myself.
After, we lie panting together, sticky with sweat and sex juices, and I put my face in her neck and just breathe her in while she rubs her hand over my head again. Finally she takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly, relaxing so much I can practically hear her melting into the sheets.
“I gotta get up for a minute,” she says softly, and my hands involuntarily tighten on her. “Need the bathroom.”
“Stay.” I hate begging. But I’ll do anything for her. Anything to spend more time with her.
She smiles, and I’ll do anything for more smiles like that. I watch her walk to the bathroom, her dark hair swinging across her back just above her gorgeous ass, and one part of me wants to have her again.
No, not that part. Twice in an hour is phenomenal at my age, and that part’s going to need a break before he rises to the occasion again.