Sweet Charity (7 page)

Chapter 11

That was all the invitation he needed, as Jackson reached down and picked Charity up in his arms, and made quick work of carrying her to his bedroom. 

When he reached his bedroom he flipped on the light switch with his elbow basking the room in soft glow cast by the bedside lights.  Charity looked around, and was surprised by what she saw.  The walls were painted a medium gray and the bed was neatly made.  There was a black and grey striped duvet on the bed and the furniture was a handsome dark wood.  It just wasn’t the bedroom she expected for a biker.  She guessed she shouldn’t have been surprised by anything about Jackson, because although she’d learned he belonged to The Black Maverick’s, he wasn’t your typical biker. 

Looking down at Charity, still in his arms, he asked her, “Is this okay?”  He didn’t really know where those words had come from, because he had never ever asked a woman if the bed he was about to fuck her in was okay.  Then again, he’d never brought a woman to his home before.  The kind of women he normally slept with were club whores, they called them slight skirts, or their friends that occasionally came to the club with them.  There was no connection with these women.  They only served the purpose of scratching an itch for him.   He only ever slept with them at the club.  Bringing them into his home was just too personal, and he had no desire to ever get to know them or let them know him that well.

“Jackson please just put me down,” she said.  Oh fuck!  This was it, he thought.  She’s about to tell me she doesn’t want to be here, and ask me to take her home.

He set Charity on her feet, and as he braced himself for her rejection, she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.  For a second, Jackson thought he was going to come right on the spot.  She was so fucking beautiful and sexy. 

Charity was scared. Not of Jackson, rather that he wouldn’t find her sexy enough when she stripped down for him.  Yes, his cock was bulging out the front of his jeans, but what about when she stood naked in front of him?  She considered herself pretty, but sexy?  Not in her mind anyway.  She certainly wasn’t super skinny like a lot of girls were, instead she had rather large breasts, a shapely set of hips and her butt was a little larger than she would like it to be.  She wouldn’t say that she was fat by any means but curvy for sure, however it was too late for doubts because there was no going back now.  She didn’t want to go back.

When she had undone all of the buttons to her waist, she pulled the hem from her skirt and opened her blouse and started to lower it off of her shoulders.  As her blouse hit the floor Jackson let out a curse. “Jesus Charity!”

He immediately reached for her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her.  This kiss was hot, their tongues mating as they gently stroked one another, their breath becoming short, and Jackson left no doubt what he wanted to do, with his tongue mimicking what his cock was dying to do. His cock was actually throbbing in his pants, protesting the fact that he was still wearing them.  When their lips parted, Jackson whispered on an exhale, “You are so perfect Charity.  I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want you.”

Charity looked up at him while she worried her lip with her teeth.  Then she slowly slid her hands up his chest feeling his hard abs, then his spectacular pecs under his shirt, savoring how strong and perfect his body felt under her palms.  As she reached the collar of his shirt, she slowly began to undo the buttons, letting her hands run down the front of his chest from one button to the next.  When she reached his waist she looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes and smiled. She then looked down and went to work unbuckling his belt, then undoing the button of his pants, followed by his zipper.  As she slowly and carefully lowered his zipper, Jackson’s chest rose and fell faster.  His cock was all but ready to jump from his briefs.  She looked up at him once more, and without taking her eyes from his, she pushed his jeans past his hips until they fell to the floor.  Jackson stepped out of his trousers, stepping back from her only long enough to kick them out of the way.  Charity let out a deep exhale at the enormity of his cock filling out his black briefs, and she licked her lips.  Next she slid her hands lightly up his chest, bared by his open shirt, and sliding her hands up towards his shoulders, she pushed his shirt off of them and down his arms, letting it too drop to the floor.  As she looked back up at Jackson, she could see his pulse beating in triple time along his neck.  She dug her hands into those thick muscular biceps of his and leaned up to kiss him once again.

As they kissed, Jackson reached down and around Charity’s soft back and unfastened the button at the top of her denim skirt, followed by the zipper.  He then reached his hands inside, pushing the skirt down and kneading her ass as her skirt slid to the floor.  He loved the feel of Charity in his hands and against his body.  She had a few curves which he loved.  An honest to goodness hourglass figure. He hated feeling a woman’s bones when he held her. Their kiss broke as Charity let out a moan at the feel of Jackson’s hands slowly digging into her ass cheeks.  “Charity,” he said, as he struggled with his breathing, “you are so God damn beautiful but you are still wearing entirely too many fucking clothes.” 

Then he laughed lightly, as he picked her up and laid her down on the bed.  He stood at the foot of the mattress for a minute, just looking at her and then said, “I will never forget what you look like tonight lying in my bed for the first time.  I won’t forget this sexy as hell pink bra, and these hot panties you are wearing but Babe, I want these off of you now.” Then crawling up onto the bed himself, he leaned down over her and kissed her, before pulling her up into a sitting position and slowly sliding her bra straps off of her creamy shoulders.  Next he reached around behind her and unfastened the clasp, lowering her bra down and away from her body.  As he did, he couldn’t help noticing a deep blush coming over Charity’s face and down her chest as well.  “Babe, why are you blushing?  You are perfect.” 

He carefully helped her lay back down.  Fuck her breasts were perfect, and seemingly made for him, just the right size for his large hands, with mouth watering, light pink, upturned nipples that he was dying to taste. Swallowing hard, he looked away from those perfect breasts and down at her matching pink panties.  Fuck...they were soaked right through.  There was absolutely no doubt that Charity wanted him.  Hooking his fingers into the sides of those satin sexy confections, he slowly slid them down her silky long legs.  When he’d slid them down and past her feet, he took them in his hands, and quickly flicked them up and over his shoulder ,with a sly smile.

“You’re wet for me Babe, and you smell so sweet.  You want me as much as I want you, and I feel like the luckiest man alive right now,” he told her.  At his words her blush only deepened, causing him to add, “Don’t be self-conscious and don’t ever hide the woman you really are with me.  I love you just as you are.  If I didn’t know better I’d think that you were made just for me.”

Chapter 12

Jackson’s words caught Charity off guard.  Could Jackson really love her, or were those just words he chose to use in the moment?  She wouldn’t think about that tonight.  Tonight, she would just give herself to the man she knew was good, and kind, and who she inherently knew, would never hurt her. 

Emboldened by his words, Charity slowly sat up and reached out to Jackson, running her fingers over his full lips, down his neck, to his smooth hard chest, and then she returned to his shoulders, slowly exploring the magnificent tattoos beginning there, and trailing down his arms. She couldn’t help noticing that he had more stunning ink painted down his sides, and disappearing under the waistband of his briefs. As she moved from his strong arms, she placed her hand at the top of his briefs as he sat beside her on the king size mattress.  Jackson’s cock was tenting out his briefs and she swallowed at the size of it.  Rising up onto his knees, and pulling her up with him he said, “don’t be afraid to do whatever you want Babe.  I’m all yours...only yours.”  He caressed her arms as she took a deep breath, and then slowly pushed his briefs down, releasing his swollen cock.

Swallowing hard and then biting down on her lower lip, Charity looked down at his very hard, very thick, and very long cock jutting up toward her.  He was hairless and smooth down there, and not that she had seen that many cocks to compare it with, but she’d say he was beautiful.  Slowly she reached out and wrapped her hand around it causing Jackson’s breath to catch, and on an exhale, he released an expletive.  Not looking away, she slowly slid her hand down his length, slightly tightening her grip as she went.  His cock was magnificent. As she slid her hand back up towards the head, she noticed cum was seeping out.  Suddenly, feeling brave, Charity stroked her thumb over it and smeared the thick cum around the head. 

“Fuck Charity!  You have such power over me.  I’ve never given up control to any woman before, but for you...”

Charity looked back into those magnificent blue eyes of Jackson’s and said, “don’t...don’t give up control.”

“Babe you don’t know what you’re asking.  I’m not always gentle when it comes to sex,” was Jackson’s reply to her statement. 

Charity’s eyes boldly continued to hold his.  Maybe she wouldn’t mind a little dominance in bed? Jackson thought.  “I’m not fragile Jackson, and I’ll tell you again, I’m not afraid of you.  I want you to love me however you want to.  Just please, don’t make me wait any more,” she begged.

She barely had the words out, when Jackson took hold of her and quickly laid her on her back.  Then he raised each of her arms above her head, and told her not to move them no matter what. Next he leaned down and kissed her, until her whole body was writhing beneath him, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding against him.

“Oh, no you don’t Babe! Not yet,” Jackson told her.  “I’m in control now.”  His words filled her with excitement and sent shivers coursing through her body.

Charity’s breathing was ragged and those lovely breasts of hers were rising up to meet him with every inhale she took. He couldn’t wait for a taste.  Beginning on her neck, just under her ear, Jackson began kissing her and tasting her.  He could feel a shiver spread throughout her body when he tasted her there.  He slowly made his way down her chest to her breasts, where he traced her right nipple with his tongue, while he worked over the left with his fingers.  As he continued plucking at, and gently tugging her one nipple with his fingers, he lightly bit and tugged at the other one with his teeth.  Then he licked it with his tongue soothing it once more, before he sucked it into his mouth.  Once he felt he’d paid sufficient homage to her right nipple with his mouth, he switched sides, treating each to the delightful treats the other had received. 

Next, Jackson began to move down Charity’s silky soft belly to her cute little innie belly button.  There, he treated it to some needed attention from his tongue also, inciting even stronger shivers to take over her body.  As he did he looked up towards Charity’s face, smiling as she looked down at him.  Her body was writhing, and she was panting but, good girl he knew her to be, she still had her arms above her head with her hands clasped tightly together.  Honestly, he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so strikingly beautiful in all his life, as Charity at this moment. 

Just then, Charity let out a muffled cry and begged, “Jackson please...please!”

He lifted up on his arms a little, and running his hands over her belly he said, “soon Babe.”  Then he smirked before he lowered himself down towards her gleaming bare pussy.  She was so wet for him, and he couldn’t resist blowing on her, knowing it would feel cool against her hot wet skin.  As he did, Charity let out a guttural moan.

After she regained composure of her breathing, she looked back down at him and said, “Jacksonnnn, please!” The words came out as a groan.

“Uh uh uh, not yet my sweet.  I’ve got more delights to treat you to first,” he teased. And with those words, he lowered himself down licking her pussy slowly and thoroughly.  God she tasted good.  He would never tire of this woman.  Then he parted her pussy lips with his long fingers and touched his tongue to her swollen clit, feeling her body tense and shake violently, as she let sharp bursts of air out of her mouth. 

“Jackson, I can’t take anymore,” she cried.  “Take pity on me!” She had never experienced anything like this ever before.  The sensations Jackson was making her feel were overwhelming her.