Running From Destiny (23 page)

It’s then I real
ize I have nothing to sleep in. Funny time to be thinking of that, but that’s how my mind works. Jackson stands and holds his hand out for me to stand too. “One dance and we will go up.” He says as he pulls me toward the dance floor. Thankfully I have been sitting down most of the evening, so my feet don’t hurt. Yet.

Jackson walks over to the DJ and says something to him, handing him what appears to be money.
He immediately stops the song that is playing and changes it
.
John Mayer’s Your Body is a Wonderlan
d
starts playing as Jackson pulls me closer. I’ve never much liked this song and know none of the words, but as we slowly move to the song, Jackson sings in my ear.

He sings the beginning lyrics in my ear quietly, as he moves us toward the da
rker corner of the dance floor. His hands are on my upper back, gently stroking the exposed skin. His fingers trace along my shoulders and then travel down. He places his hands on my ass and squeezes. As he caresses the full globes, chills run up my spine. “No panties, Alexandra. You never cease to amaze me.” He whispers in my ear, doubling the chills on my now heated skin. I don’t bother to tell him why I don’t have on panties, but the fact that he likes it is good enough.

He pulls me closer to him and I sud
denly feel that eyes are on us. I peer around his shoulder and see that no one is paying us any attention, except Dani, who is sitting at the table watching us with a twinkle in her eyes. Knowing this, I start to feel a little self-conscious, so I pull back some, his hands sliding back up, leaving a trail of tingles up my spine. He leans in and captures my mouth, I never realized there was such a fine line between tender and possessive, but Jackson shows me there is. As his tongue slides into my mouth, my body betrays me once again and I return the kiss hungrily.

He lic
ks into my mouth and claims me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even closer, deepening the kiss. My sensitive nipples are pressed against his chest and I feel his arousal pressed into my tummy. He breaks the kiss, moving his lips down my neck to the sensitive skin between my neck and my shoulder causing me to shiver. He feels me start shaking, and he chuckles low in his throat. “Are you having a good time?” He huskily says in my ear as I nod my head.

The song ends and moves into a faster song. Jackson takes my hand and leads me back to our table. “Alexandra is tired, so we are turning in.” As he kisses his sister on the forehead, “See you at breakfast?” He asks. Dani stands up and gives Jackson a hug and then turns to me.

“So nice to meet you, Alexandra.
Thank you for coming.” She says as she pulls me into a hug, moving her mouth toward my ear. “Take care of my baby brother.”

I’m taken aback by this comment, not sure exactly how to respond.
This is just a date, it’s not like we are in a relationship, are we? I smile back at her as she steps back. “I enjoyed meeting you this evening as well. Maybe we will see each other again soon.”

“Count on it.”

Chapter 19

As we walk through the lobby, an offi
cial looking man stops Jackson. “Mr. Bentley, may I speak with you a moment?” The man asks. Jackson looks at him like he is interrupting a very important moment. “Sure.”

Turning to me, “Alexandra, why
don’t you go on up to the room. I’ll just be a minute.” He tells me as he hands me the key to the room. I nod and turn toward the elevator.

The man that stopped him is not in a tux, so I wonder if he was a guest at th
e gala or a business associate. I try not to wonder too much, because it really is none of my business, so I make my way up to the tenth floor and to the suite. I gasp again as I enter, because candles have been lit and spread out across the room, the flames flickering against the walls. Not sure when he planned this, but the ambient lighting is soothing, and arousing.

I am gazing out of the window overlooking Central Park when I
hear the door click behind me. I haven’t been standing here long, so the effects of our kiss are still in my mind. The fact that I do not have on panties has magnified those feelings. I feel open and exposed, vulnerable. My muscles are tight and I am nervous about what will follow, how this evening will end.

Before I
see him, I feel him behind me. His spicy male scent, mixed with a light cologne envelopes my senses. I jump when he puts his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my neck as if he can tell I am tense. After a few squeezes of my shoulders, I relax a little. I mentally try to step into Heather’s shoes and give up control and allow this man to take me places I have never been before. It’s hard for me, but I know Jackson will protect me and not let me fall, and falling is what scares me most of all. I have kept my heart protected for so long that I don’t know if I can lower those walls I have built around it.

He places his hands on my hips and pulls me back into his che
st, his breath hot on my neck. His lips graze the skin on my shoulders and chill bumps cover my body. He traces his lips down my shoulder, his tongue leaving a damp trail. I feel my clit throb at his touch and twist my neck, giving him better access. I think about fighting my desires, but I just can’t. I need his touch more than I need to breathe right now.

He slowly unzips my dress, his warm fingers trembling against my skin as the zip lowers. I feel his hands stroke back up, bringing chill bumps with him. His fingers slowly pull the straps of my dress over my shoulders, causing it to drop to the floor, pooling at my feet. I hear Jackson suck in a breath as my almost naked body is exposed to his eyes. Since I have forgone panties this evening, I feel the cool air brush across my bare ass, cooling the heated moisture between my legs. I’m left standing in just my creamy lace bra and my shoes.

His arms come around me and unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Something about being naked with a man who is still fully dressed is intoxicating. I feel drunk on desire and the feel of his breath against my skin.

He turns me to face him and I see his eyes for t
he first time, all over again. Emerald pools of desire and heat burn through mine. His fingers drift over the swell of my breasts, causing my nipples to harden under his touch. My body is on fire. No man has ever looked at me the way Jackson does.

He tweaks and pinches my left nipple as his hot, hungry mo
uth wraps around the right one. A jolt of electricity travels down between my legs and I moan. He gently bites my nipple, then tongues away the sting. His left hand leaves my breast and lightly brushes down my stomach, stopping just below my belly button. “Please, Jackson.” I beg, though I’m not sure what I am begging for. He is teasing me so expertly, and my body starts to tremble.

He lifts his head and takes m
y hand, leading me to the desk. He swipes away the papers on the desk, cluttering the floor. I reach up and start to unbutton his shirt, “You have too many clothes on, Mr. Bentley.” I tell him, getting bolder by the minute. But he grabs my hands, stretching them around to my back. “I want to touch you.”

“You will, but right now th
is is all about you, Alexandra. Keep your hands behind your back and just feel.” He lifts me easily on to the table, spreading my thighs to his view. “Are you wet, Alexandra?” Not waiting for an answer, he slides one finger between my wet folds as his mouth returns to my breast. “Mmmm, yes you are.” He mumbles against my breast as his finger strokes my sensitive flesh. “Is all this for me?”

I’m so lost in the sensations that I can’t answer him
so I let out a groan instead. He lowers his face between my thighs. He sucks in a deep breath and growls. “You smell so good, I have to taste you. Right. Now.” And he lightly licks through the moist flesh, teasing around my clit with just the hardened tip of his tongue, but not touching it. He inserts one finger into my heated core and my body jerks beneath him. He presses his other hand into my stomach, holding me down on to the table. My fingers grip the side of the table and I hold on for dear life.

He thrusts another finger inside and strokes my tunnel, curling his fingers up and finding the sensitive spot that I
never knew I had until Jackson. No man I have ever been with took the time to even look for it, but Jackson knows right where it is. As he massages the sensitive bundle of nerves, he presses his thumb to my clit, circling the now hardened nub. I feel my muscles clenching and squeezing around his fingers.

“Come for me, Alexandra.
Let me feel your hot pussy suck on my fingers. Open your eyes and look at me.” I struggle to open the eyes that I hadn’t realized were closed, and I focus my gaze on his now dark green pools. He continues stroking me and I try to fight off the inevitable, but his voice pulls me forward. “Come for me, sweet girl.” My toes curl and the first spasm strikes unexpectedly. I hear a scream and my back arches off of the table, a relentless throbbing and pulsing overpowers my senses and I fly apart, gasping for breath. He slows his thrusting and pulls his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue. He laps up my juices like a starving man while my body wriggles on the table. I’m on sensory overload and tears well up in my eyes. I’ve never felt anything so powerful in my life and I struggle to pull myself out of the fog.

He stands up and I prop myself on my elbow and look at him. His lips and chin are wet with my release and I find that extremely erotic, so hot
that my pussy clenches again. I can’t get enough of this man. He has released my inner sexual beast and I love it. I reach up and grab his bow tie, with one hand untying the knot and pulling him down to me. I crash my lips against his, tasting myself. The mixture of my arousal with his taste sends me soaring again. I need to feel him inside me and I need it now.

He ends the kiss, and raises
his body so it towers over me. I follow him up, but stay seated on the table. With our height difference, I am now face to face with his growing cock. I reach up and use my thumb to wipe away my remaining juices from his bottom lip, then sucking my essence off of my finger. His eyes flash and he licks his lips. I pull his tie off, sliding it effortlessly through the collar of his shirt. He takes the tie from me and puts in in his pocket, rather than tossing it away. Our fingers meet at the top button of his shirt and together we release the buttons, slowly exposing his tanned muscular chest.

I press my palms to his chest, dragging my fingers through the soft
hairs covering his slick skin. A light sheen of sweat covers him and I press my mouth to his now exposed nipple. It hardens under my touch and he throws his head back. I tug the shirt out of his pants and pull it off before running both hands across his skin.

I trace my lips down his chest and on to his hard stom
ach, my tongue following the v down to his pants as I flip the clasp open. I take the zipper between my teeth and slowly lower it, exhaling a hot breath against his bare flesh. Commando. Nice.

I pull his pants down just enough for his erection to pop out, springi
ng to life in front of my face. “Alexandra.” But I don’t listen to him. I wrap my small hands around his shaft and squeeze, my tongue tracing the seam, licking off the small drop of fluid that has settled there. He gives in, grasping my hair and pulling my head back so I have no choice but to look up at him. “I need to feel your mouth on me baby, suck me. Take what you want from me.”

That’s all the invitation I need and I wrap my lips around
the engorged dark purple head. He’s larger than my limited partners before, and I suddenly panic thinking I won’t be able to take him fully into my mouth. I relax my throat and he thrusts into my mouth, causing me to gag. “Are you okay, Alexandra?” He asks, but I just nod my head taking more of him into my mouth as I adjust to his size. I tighten my lips around him and pull back, only to thrust back on him. I gently squeeze his sac, pressing my finger against the sensitive underside.

He groans loudly and I love it.
To think I can make him feel this way gives me strength to keep going. I run my tongue along the bulging vein from the base of his shaft to the tip and then slam my heated mouth over him again. I can feel that he is losing control and he starts thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth with an urgency. His fingers are still gripped around my hair, which has fallen out of the twist it was in earlier.

“I’m going to come, Alexandra.” He tells me, giving me the opportunity to pull back, which I would normally do, but something abo
ut this man makes me continue. I pick up the speed and wrap my tongue around him as he continues his deep thrusting, then he stills. A rush of hot fluid fills my mouth and he screams my name in ecstasy, punishing my mouth with every thrust. After his last thrust, he releases my hair and lifts my chin so I will look at him.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks.
I shake my head and stand up from the table, looking up into those beautiful eyes.

“Far from it. But I need more.” I tell him.
I’ve never been vocal during sex, but I am comfortable enough with Jackson to feel like I can tell him what I want. What I need. “I need to feel you inside me, Jackson.” I say to him as I lick the remaining drops of his come off of my lips. I reach down and stroke his semi erect penis, it instantly hardens in my hands.

“You
’re insatiable, my little minx. Lie down on the bed.” He commands as he steps completely out of his pants and removes his shoes and socks. His strong thighs flexing with every movement. I back toward the bed, not taking my eyes of him. Just his mere presence arouses me and I feel the increasing wetness between my legs. I slowly sit down as he approaches me and I slide back. He too crawls on the bed, but from the foot, grabbing my feet and spreading them apart as he lowers his body over mine.

His slants his lips over mine and plunges his tongue into my mouth, and I can sti
ll taste myself on his tongue. I’m sure he can taste himself and the combination is intoxicating. He grinds his erection over my soft mound, aligning his cock with my clit. He’s propped himself up on one elbow and his other covers my breast, tweaking and rolling my nipple in between his fingers as he continues his exploration of my mouth. “Now Jackson, please.” I beg.

He pulls back and smiles at me, reaching down and grasping his cock in his h
ands and I just about explode. The sight of his hands on himself causes a surge of electricity to spread throughout my body as he pushes his cock into me in one long stroke.

“Yes, that’s it.
Take all of me. baby.” He says against my neck. But he’s moving too slowly. I grab his ass with both hands, trying to push him to go faster. Harder. But he doesn’t. He strokes in and out of me slowly, tenderly. He’s making love to me, not fucking me.

The passion in
his eyes is my undoing. He pulls back and presses back in, rotating his hips so that his cock hits every sensitive spot inside me while his pubic hair provides a delicious friction against my clitoris, causing me to clench and tighten around him.

He pulls my right leg up and places it over his shoulder, opening me wider and
giving him deeper penetration. I feel his hard cock against that spot, “Ughhh!” I scream as I throw my head back against the pillow. He speeds up and presses harder, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh fill the room, his balls bouncing against my ass. I’m thankful the headboard is bolted to the wall, or the neighbors would be getting an ear full. The tender lovemaking from before has escalated into raw, uninhibited fucking. Focusing on the release I feel brewing, I close my eyes and sink my head into the pillow, my hands still squeezing his ass.

“Open your eyes. Always look at me when you come, Alexandra.” He growls.

How did he know I was getting so close? He is so in tune with my body that the vibrations against my chest send me over the edge. I squeeze him tightly and scream out his name he fills me up. His stomach muscles flexing in time with his thighs, pushing harder and harder into me, making sure I feel every stroke. He slams into me one last time, his body jerking and convulsing as he fills me with his seed, moaning my name over and over. His body collapses on to mine and I feel secure under his weight. I run my fingers up his back, across his dampened skin and try to settle my breathing, which is extremely erratic.

“Damn, Alexandra.
What are you doing to me?” He breathes into my ear before removing his hard, damp body from mine. The cool air flows over my body and I miss the pressure of him on top of me, I could lie under him forever. Forever? Where the fuck did that come from? I watch his tight ass as he goes to the bathroom and I hear the sink running, so I assume he is cleaning up, but he comes right back out with a washcloth in hand. He lowers the cloth to the apex of my thighs and gently wipes and cleans his come from my thighs, which are already sticky. The act is so intimate and sweet that I almost burst into tears.