Chapter Seven

Jackson 

When I get out of the shower, my cock is still hard as granite, refusing to jerk off to the image of Brooklyn on her knees before me.
I may be an asshole sometimes but the girl has clearly been through hell, and beating off to mental images of her just didn’t sit right with me, not when I’m trying to convince her that there don’t always have to be strings attached to people’s kindness.
With a towel still wrapped around my waist, I step out of the bathroom and find the living room empty and the light off.
Curious about what she decided to do, I make my way to the guest bedroom.
The door is about halfway open, but looking into the room, with the help of the light from the moon shining in through the window, I can see her lying in the bed.
Just as I turn to leave, I hear a sound that stops me in my tracks.
It wasn’t just any sound it was a moan.
A moaned name.
My name.
“Jackson…” she moans again, then quickly follows with, “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”
I realize what she’s doing and fuck if I don’t want to go in there and help her out.
“Oh, God,” she moans and I take a step closer, watching her legs moving under the blanket, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
How fucking gorgeous she looks as she gets closer and closer to falling over that edge.
“Fuck,” she cries, “I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
My entire body is trembling as it is taking every single thing inside of me to not barge in there and finish her off myself and find out just how tight her little pussy would be, how soft and warm it would feel wrapped around my fingers.
As I watch her, absentmindedly, I begin stroking my own cock through the opening of the towel.
I work my cock hard and fast, watching as Brooklyn comes undone before me and when she finally reaches her peak, a gut tweak groan leaves me, giving me away.
At first, Brooklyn looks like a deer caught in headlights but when she sees that I’ve got my cock out, and was stroking myself as I watched her, her entire demeanor changes.
She slips from the bed, wearing nothing but her panties now and fuck, I think I might cum from the sight alone.
But then she closes the distance between us? Falling to her knees before me once more.
“Did you like the show?” She asks as she pulls the towel away from my hips.
“Fuck,” I groan as she wraps her hand around my me, while also opening those perfect lips, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of my cock. She moans and then sucks my cock into her mouth, humming as she moves down my length not even hesitating as her lips meet the metal bars lining my shaft.
“Broo-*fuck*,” I groan when she hollows out her cheeks and begins sucking on my cock while still pulling me further into her mouth. 
When I hit the back of her throat and she swallows me further, my eyes roll back and my balls tighten at the sensation.
Part of me knows that I should stop this, that I shouldn’t be letting her suck me off because I told her this would be different, that this wasn’t about strings, but *fuck* it’s been too long and it feels way too fucking good to stop her.
“That’s it, Baby,” I growl as she swallows down the rest of me, tears slipping from her eyes and drool dripping down her chin as she works my cock. Reaching out, I grasp a hold of her hair piled on top of her head, adjusting her so that she has to look at me as she works my cock in her mouth, “You like that cock don’t you?”
She whimpers and attempts to swallow around me. “You’re so fucking good.” I praise, when she sits up straighter, she goes at me with gusto, making my balls draw up as my release draws closer and closer. “That’s it, Baby, work my cock like you can’t get enough of it. Make me cum.”
It takes everything in me not to pound into her pretty little mouth, but I let her do the work, for once liking that she’s the one to take control.
She works me until I’m on the brink, “Baby, I’m about to cum,” but when I tell her that, she doesn't pull off like you would expect. No, she doubles down on her efforts.
My balls draw up, cock swells and then, without even batting an eye, Brooklyn moans in pleasure as she swallows jet after jet of pent up cum. 
Once she’s sucked me dry, she bobs on my cock a few more times before popping off and licking her lips.
She looks up at me with a beaming smile and fuck if I don’t already want more.
Pulling her up, I pull her into my arms, claiming her mouth with mine, not caring in the least that I can taste my own cum on her lips and tongue. 
I back her up into the room, my hands smoothing up and down her naked torso, my thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts as we move through the darkened space until her knees hit the edge of the mattress and I gently push her until she’s lying down.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper the words against her lips and then, begin making my way down her exposed body,  kissing, licking, nipping and sucking as I go until I’m on the floor and settled between her thighs, her cloth covered pussy right in front of my face.  
After just having cum a few minutes ago, the smell of her arousal is even stronger and she smells fucking divine.
Without removing her thong, I trace the seam of her pussy with my tongue, making her arch off the bed.
“You like that, Baby?” I ask as I slip two fingers beneath the edge of her thong and find that she is already drenched. “Are you going to cum from me?” I ask, my mouth still against her pussy.
“I-“ she begins but hesitates. “I can’t,” she finally manages.
“Oh, Baby. I promise you can. You have more than one in this fine little body of yours.” I promise as I begin pulling her thong off of her.
She lifts her hips, helping as she shakes her head, “That’s not…what I mean.” She doesn’t open her thighs back up for me as she looks at me as if she’s unsure.
“We don’t have to do this.” I tell her, wanting her to know that I’m not going to make her do anything that she doesn’t want to do. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”
“But *you* can’t,” she blurts, which almost makes me laugh.
“I promise you, I can.” I tell her, not trying to sound cocky but knowing that I definitely know how to please a woman.
Even if it has been a while.
“No, it’s not you,” she says pulling away from me and scooting up to the head of the bed. She pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them, guarding herself. “No one has even got me off before. I can, but that’s it.”
I raise a brow in disbelief but I can tell by her body language that she’s not joking.
“Can I try?” I ask and then quickly add, “If it doesn’t work, then we will both work to get you off, together?”
She doesn’t say anything for a few moments, contemplating my offer. Then, she moves, capturing my lips with hers in a kiss that has me hard again in seconds.
“Fuck,” I say with a gasp, pulling away. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?” She asks, trying to act innocent.
“I’m already fucking hard again and it’s not even been ten minutes.”
She glances at my rigid cock and then says, “Guess we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?”
I grin as I move over her once more, laving her body with attention as I draw closer to her pussy.
“So fucking wet,” I growl as I sink two fingers into her hear, her pussy sucking my fingers in as if it’s desperate.
I pull them out and plunge them back in, this time at the same time as I flick my tongue against her clot, pulling a gasp from her lips. “I’m going to make you cum tonight.” I promise, my lips brushing against her pussy lips with my every word. I pull my fingers out and then, adding a third, I thrust them back in, curling them at just the right place to make her moan, “Oh my God, Jackson!”
I grin, and tell her, “And then, I’m going to do it again and again.”
I’ve made her come four times so far and fuck if I don’t want to bury my cock deep inside this right little pussy of hers.
She’s begging me for my cock.
“This what you want?” I ask, stroking my hand up and down my shaft. “You want my cock inside that pretty little pussy?”
I run the head of my cock along her pussy and fuck, I shouldn’t have done that.
I continue stroking her pussy with my cock, costing or with her juices when she begs,“Yes, I need your big fat cock inside my pussy,” and rocks her hips at just the right time, making the head of my cock sink inside of her pussy. “Oh, God.”
With that, we both know there’s no going back.
I make my way back up her body, memorizing every inch of it as I go. I capture her hands in both of my own and bring them up over her head, gathering them in my right hand. 
She grinds her pussy against my cock, forcing a growl to build in my chest at just how desperately I need this woman.
Reaching between us, I begin playing with her pussy once more, wanting to make for certain that she’s ready for me.
And as I do, guilt creeps in, “I didn’t plan for this. I want you to know that. I didn’t help you, for this.”
She nods and when she rasps, “I know.” 
I break, unable to hold back any longer.
“Need to be inside you,” I growl, nipping at the skin along the column of her throat while still working my fingers in and out of her pussy. “Need to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes,” she moans, arching her back and thrusting her hips in sync with the thrusts of my fingers.
That one word is all the permission that I need. Pulling my fingers from inside of her, I pull one leg over my hip, opening her up for me.
My hand goes back to her hip, curling my fingers into her ass as I squeeze the mound of flesh.
“So fucking sexy,” I growl as I lower my mouth to hers, desperate for more.
Lifting over her, my cock at her entrance, I don’t let myself think about mistakes of the past, or unfinished school assignments. I don’t think about Cecily and the murderer who is still out there on the loose. I don’t think about that piece of shit, Teddy who we believe is trafficking girls right under our noses, or how Brooklyn is involved with him.
It’s all erased from my mind, as I thrust forward, sinking into Brooklyn, my eyes rolling back at just how fucking incredible she feels wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck you feel good,” I tell her as I pull out. Then, pushing back in again, I groan, “So fucking good.”
It doesn’t take long, being in her tight, hot cunt, before I’m on the verge of exploding, and judging by the way her pussy is squeezing my dick and the moans leaving her, she’s right there with me.
Reaching between us, I begin playing with her clit, wanting her to cum with me, not after.
“I’m almost there. Cum with me,” I demand, knowing I only have a few pumps left before I can’t hold back anymore. “Cum all over my cock. Now,” I growl, biting the area between her neck and shoulder. Just as I say *now*, her pussy walls clamp down on my cock. Unable to hold back a second longer, I cum, her pussy milking me, squeezing my cock like a vice. My orgasm hits me like nothing before and I cum so hard that my toes go numb.
“Fuck,” I gasp, rolling off of her, trying to catch my breath as I throw my arm over my eyes, unable to believe how mind-blowing that had been.
After a moment. I feel the bed shift and then Brooklyn’s head settles against my right peck.
Absent-mindedly, I run my fingers through her long hair, just now realizing that at some point she must have lost her hair tie as the strands lay flat against her naked back. 
I never would have imagined having this beautiful woman in my bed when I woke up this morning.
Thinking back on how she ended up here in the first place, I now begin to wonder once more why she was at Teddy’s and what her involvement with him is.
After a few more moments of silence, I say, “Can I ask you a question?”
She tenses at the question but doesn’t say no, so I continue, “Why were you there?”
This time, she sits up, unwilling to look at me as she pulls away, putting distance between our naked bodies.
“Brook-“ I start but she shakes her head no, trying to stop me. “What does he have on you?” I ask, unwilling to let this go. 
“Nothing!” She snaps, standing up from the bed, her gaze sweeping the floor as she searches for something. “He doesn’t have anything on me.”
“He’s not a good man…” I hedge, not sure of what all she knows about him. And if my boss found out about what we just did, I may have potentially just gotten myself kicked off the case. I can’t risk a case that has taken years to build, at least not any more than I already have.
“You think I don’t know that?” She asks, sounding equal parts pissed and like a caged animal that’s backed into a corner.
*What does he have on you, Baby girl?* I can’t help but wonder as she finds what she’s looking for and reaches for my shirt on the floor. 
“So then what is it?” I ask, sitting up in the bed, the gray sheet pooling in my lap, barely concealing my nakedness, watching as she shrugs the shirt on, the hem of it falling halfway down her smooth thighs.
“I fuck,” She states, turning angry eyes on me. “I don’t have any money but there are things that I need, like food and a warm place to stay. So, I do what I have to do.”
I just stare at her, mind reeling with what she’s just told me. “You-“ I start but she cuts me off.
“I fuck Teddy, and other men, for a place to stay for the night.” She says these words sounding so incredibly detached and nothing like the passionate woman from a few moments ago.
“Are you saying—does that mean…” *No,* I cut myself off from that line of thought because there’s no way that she—and here I was trying to reassure her that—fuck!
“Did I just fuck you as payment for letting me stay here?” She asks bitterly. “Some of us can’t afford anything else and have to use what we know and what we *have* in order to get through just to see another day. I told you, I don't know how to do *caring*.” The words come out cold, almost snide. “But don’t worry, *Baby*,” she says, enunciating the word *Baby*, as if to poke fun at the pet name that I’d called her. “We can just call this one a freebie.”
Then, she gets up but stops at the door, and without turning back to face me, she says, “I’ll get your clothes back to you.”
I start to run after her but quickly realize that I’m not wearing anything but a bedsheet.
I hastily run into my room and grab a pair of shorts from my dresser and then run after her, still pulling them on as I head for the door but by the time I get there, there’s no sign of her, nor is there any sign of her when I make it to the front of my building and search across the dark parking lot.
“Fuck!” I shout, burying my hands in my hair and tugging at the short strands.