Chapter Eighteen

Brooklyn

*Fuck, why is it so hot in here?* I wonder, as my shirt sticks uncomfortably to my back and sweat coats the inside of my thighs. *Are hot flashes a part of pregnancy, and this early?* 
Just before I move to throw off the blanket, there’s movement next to me, making me realize what I thought was the back of the couch is actually a body, as a large hand slips beneath my shirt and grasps hold of my breast, their touch sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my clit.
*Holy shit, what the hell?* I wonder as I bite my lower lip, trying to stifle a moan as they continue to play with my breast. *My breasts have never been an erogenous zone. Is this another pregnancy thing?* But when I feel myself getting close to orgasm just from him playing with my breast, I can’t help but wonder if maybe it’s just a *Jackson* thing.
Unable to hold back any longer, I moan, “Oh, God,” which must have been the signal that he had been waiting for because next thing I know, I feel his teeth grazing the skin of my neck before, as his hand leaves my breast to skim down my stomach following the flat planes of my stomach as it makes its way lower, he murmurs, I knew you were awake.
Slipping his hand inside my underwear, his fingers tease my clit, just barely touching the swollen nub, and I want to scream, because how and why would he do this to me? But before I get the chance, he glides his fingers through my wetness, and holy fuck am I wet. I’m fucking soaked and shaking. I need him to touch me so badly. 
“Please,” I beg, my voice whiny and needy.
“Please what, baby?” 
“Touch me,” I beg, grinding my ass against his hard cock and pulling a deep groan out of him. “Make my cum, please.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks, and while I have half a mind to be pissed off because I’m so damned horny I could cry, the fact that he’s respecting me enough to ask also makes me want to cry.
With a sinking feeling in my stomach and my heart pounding in my chest, I turn around, no longer lying down but sitting next to a still lying Jackson, and lean over him. I press my hand against his cheek, then, looking him in the eyes, I realize it’s time to eat some crow. 
“I’m sorry for the things that I said. I said some really awful things, and I’m beginning to realize that none of them were true. I actually think I knew they weren’t thinking, it was just easier to believe otherwise, but either way, that wasn’t okay or fair to you, and I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, considering the situation, picking you up from Teddy’s, and everything. I can see how it looked from your perspective, but I need you to know that I’m not like them.”
Then, sitting up in one fluid motion, his eyes never leave my own as he reaches out and threads his hand through the back of my hair, cupping the back of my head, then says, “I want you to really hear me when I tell you this, okay?” he waits for me to nod. When I do, he continues, “I will never make you do anything that you don’t want to do. You are safe with me. I need you to believe that, okay?”
“I think that I’m finally beginning to,” I murmur.
“Good,” he murmurs, his voice taking on a husky quality. “I do need you to know that I am a dominant though.”
“A dominant?” I ask, confused.
“Yes,” he says, then a moment later asks, “What do you know about BDSM?”
“Not a whole lot, really. Just that people like to be handcuffed and tied up and stuff.” I say the words, I feel stupid because I’m sure there’s so much more to it than that, but I never got into that side of things. 
I kept things pretty vanilla, especially in my world.
“That’s part of it, but there is a lot more. I will introduce you slowly, but I will need you to trust me. Can you do that?” I thought we had just gone over this, but, figuring that he needs me to repeat it, I do.
“Yes, Jackson. I trust you.”
“Good. The first thing that you need to know is that I will push your limits, but as I already told you, I will never make you do anything that you don’t want to do. If ever there is a time that I ask you to do something that is a hard limit, you give me a codeword that is used for only that time. Do you have a word in mind?”
“Umm…” all I can think is stop, but I’m assuming that’s out. So, going with the color red, what about “Apple”
“Apple?” he asks with a lifted brow. 
“Yes, it’s red like a stop sign. It makes sense in my head.” I say, suddenly feeling stupid.
“Okay,” he says with a nod. “Apple it is. What about a word for if you’re getting uncomfortable but not at Apple yet?”
Biting my bottom lip, I spit out the first word that comes to mind, “Orange?”
Jackson chuckles, his face transforming with the grin that takes over his face when he does. “Okay, “ he says, cupping my jaw and using his thumb to graze the apple of my cheek. “We will build you a fruit basket then.”
I can feel my cheeks redden in embarrassment, but Jackson doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he leans in and whispers against my ear, “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, can I make you cum now?”
“God, yes,” I nearly scream as he nearly tackles me to the bed, his body settling between my thighs and his hardened cock rocking against my needy core. 
“And how do you want me to make you cum, baby?” his breath is hot against the shell of my ear as he rolls his hips, his cock brushing against my aching pussy. “Do you want me to eat your pretty little pussy until your cumming all over my face?”
Then he reaches down and slides the edge of my panties over, running his fingers through my wetness before bringing them back to his mouth and licking my juices from each of his fingers one by one.
When they’re clean, he leans back and uses both hands to pull my panties down my thighs, tossing them onto the floor beside the bed before moving back over me, his hand moving to the front of his own boxer brief as he lowers them, releasing himself. He trails the head of his cock through my wetness, releasing a guttural moan at the feel of my juices on his cock, and then he moves over me, his lips finding mine in a claiming kiss.
He breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged when he presses his forehead against my own, and then I feel him at my entrance, the head of his cock just barely pressing inside of me and then back out again as he husks, “or do you want my cock filling this pussy up and splitting it open, making you fall apart over and over again, milking my cock like only you can do?”
And then, to my surprise, his hands move to my ass and he spreads my asscheeks apart as he pulls his cock free of my pussy and then rubs it against my asshole, before, in a barely restrained voice, he asks, “Or do you want me tearing up this tight little asshole?”
“Fuck,” I gasp, at a loss for words. 
While the first two sound more than appealing, the third option is definitely a little intimidating, especially with his piercings. Of all the things that I’ve done in order to survive, that was always a hard limit for me, but for some reason, I have a feeling that this man is going to have me pushing those boundaries further than I ever thought possible.
He must be able to read the fear on my face at the mention of sticking his dick in my ass because he makes the decision for me and crawls down my body, pushing my t-shirt up as he gets to my nipples, his lips and tongue drawing in one peaked bud, while his thumb and forefinger toy with the other.
The attention has me panting and my hips writhing against the mattress, desperate for more.
He chuckles, murmuring, “so eager,” as he continues his way down the plains of my stomach, his tongue delving into the well of my belly button and pulling a gasp from me at the spike of arousal that I felt in my pussy at the action.
“Turn around,” I demand, suddenly desperately wanting to taste his cock while he eats my pussy. “I need your cock in my mouth,” I practically beg.
Jackson wastes no time shucking his underwear, then crawls back onto the bed and lies down with his head against the headboard, stroking his swollen cock. “Get up here and ride my face,” he demands, and the authority in his voice sends a whole new jolt of arousal straight to my pussy.
“Yes, sir,” I purr, crawling up his body, stopping to tease the head of his cock on my way.
“Brooklyn,” he growls my name, and it’s a mix between pleasure that he doesn’t want to stop, and oh shit, I’m in trouble. Releasing his cock with a loud pop, I finish making my way up his body, his eyes lit with a fire that I’ve never seen before.
“Turn around,” he demands, and I do, my pussy leaking at the authority in his voice. He presses his hard, warm body against my back, sending delicious chills throughout my entire being and wraps my hair around his hand tightly, pulling just hard enough for it to sting but not hurt, his voice deep, demanding as he tells me, “I’m going to eat your pretty little pussy now but you will not cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
I don’t reply at first, confused because I thought that was the whole purpose of him eating my pussy, but then he repeats the question, this time with more forcefulness, “Do you understand, Brooklyn?”
“Y-yes. Yes, I understand.”
Then, I feel the sting of a smack against my ass as he spanks me. I turn my top half of my body, so that I can see him and ask,  “Did you just—”
“Spank you?” he asks with that same fire smoldering in his eyes. “Yes, you disobeyed. Now, bend over and let me eat that sweet pussy while you suck my cock.”
I bend over and take his cock into my mouth. I just manage to get a good rhythm going when a loud moan escapes, and it has me sucking hard on his cock, treating it like my own personal pacifier as he puts his mouth on me, licking the entire length of my pussy before latching onto my clit and sucking hard.
I’m back on the brink of orgasm in no time.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to cum—”
“Don’t you fucking cum!” he growls, his hand coming down on my bare ass, startling me enough to break the hold I had on his cock.
“I didn’t say stop,” he growls before burying his face in my pussy once more.
I need to cum so bad, it hurts. “Please, fuck me, Jackson. I want you inside of me when we both cum.” I beg, desperate to let go and not sure of how much more edging I can take.
He finally, reluctantly pulls his mouth off of me, and as quickly as I can, I flip around to face him, kneeling over him with my pussy hovering over his straining cock.
Before I can sink down over him, he slips a hand down between us and sinks it inside of me, curling his fingers and drawing a moan out of me as my eyes roll back in my head at how fucking good it feels.
Pulling his hand free, he slips his fingers into his mouth and moans.
“You taste so damn good," he rasps, then slips both hands around my back, flipping our positions so that I’m the one on my back and he’s the one hovering over me. 
Sliding his hands down to the backs of my thighs, he pushes them up and lining himself up against my entrance, husks, "Are you ready for me, Baby?"
"So fucking ready. Please, fuck me, Jackson," I plead and then moan in pleasure as the thick head of his cock slips between my swollen folds.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," Jackson groans as he pushes further inside of me. As soon as he is fully seated, he leans down, nearly folding me in half, and claims my lips with his own, and begins to rock in and out of me, the position causing him to hit deeper than anyone before.
Jackson doesn't stop kissing. Instead, he deepens the kiss, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts as he thrusts slow and deep inside of me, as if making love to both my mouth and my body. I can feel another orgasm building quickly, and I begin rocking my hips faster, needing him to pick up the pace.
Instead of picking up his pace like I want, Jackson pulls out, all except for the head of his cock, "Tell me you're not going to leave," he says, as he pulls back away from me slightly, putting space between our bodies but slowly pushing back inside of me, then stopping, not moving an inch as he waits for my answer.
I look at him, confused. What does he mean, Tell him I’m not going to leave? He can’t expect me to move in here just because I’m pregnant with his baby. Can he?*
“Stay with me," he says, as if reading my mind. He continues looking deeply into my eyes, a vulnerability hiding in them as he says this. As he waits for me to say something, anything, he pulls almost completely back out again and stops, "We’re having a baby. We should at least try."
Furrowing my brow, I try to understand what he's getting at, *Having a baby together doesn’t mean that* we *have to be together* I can’t help but think. "What if we weren’t having a baby?" I can’t help but ask, wanting to be wanted for me, not just because of the baby.
Jackson’s piercing blue eyes never leave mine as he cups my cheek with one hand and says, “Then I’d still want you to stay with me.”
And for some reason, maybe it’s because no one has ever wanted me before, but I believe him.
“Okay,” I agree as tears sting the back of my eyes, trying to ruin the moment.
"Thank fuck," he says with a groan as he sinks back into me, ever so slowly. Then, with a groan of pleasure, he brings his face down to my ear, and as he pulls back, he murmurs, “We’re going to figure this out.”
“You promise?”I ask, my body beginning to shake from my nearing orgasm.
“No matter what happens, I’m going to take care of you," he tells me, pulling back out again, painfully slow. Then, he trails his hand down between us and places it on my lower belly and says, “Both of you.”
Jackson moves his hand from my lower belly and drops it to my clit, where he begins rubbing it back and forth as he sinks back into me once more, this time faster than he has over the last several minutes, then pulls back out and sinks in again. He does this several times, his pace picking up, to the point that he is pounding into me until I’m about to explode.
Just as I think I can’t hold it any longer, Jackson demands, “Cum with me, now,” and then he thrusts inside of me once more, his cock jerking and pulsing inside of me, his cum coating my insides and sending me into the strongest orgasm I have ever experienced in my entire life.
We’re both splayed out on the bed, breathing heavy as we recover from our orgasms. Jackson reaches out and pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me.
“It’s still early, you should get some more sleep,” and as if my mind and body needed his permission, exhaustion takes over, my eyelids get heavy, and before I know it, I’ve drifted off to sleep in Jackson’s arms.