Beholden (The Belonging Duet, #2)(40)

Holding the base of his cock, I lick him from root to tip, enjoying the way the muscles tighten in his legs as I run my tongue around the top. His hands grip the sheet as I continue to torment him, refusing to take him into my mouth. I palm his balls and roll them in my hand and he thrusts upward. Once again I rim my tongue before taking him deep in my mouth.

“Yes …” Jackson hisses when I hollow out my mouth. His hand threads in my hair as I sink back down taking him into my throat. “Fuck, you feel good.”

I take my time and tease him, enjoying every sound or word that escapes him. It spurs me on, wanting to give him the pleasure he always makes me feel. I bob my head and his grip tightens letting me know he’s starting to lose control. I pull up and release him from my mouth, needing to finish what we started together. “I want to feel you,” I say breathlessly.

“Lie down.”

“That’s not a good—”

“Lie down, Catherine. I’m going to love you this time,” Jackson says as he cradles my head in his hands. “Now, let me.”

Against my better judgment, I lie on my back. He slowly and carefully measures each movement, climbing on top of me. This is the most weight he will have put on his arm since the shooting. The fear is evident in my eyes and he smiles letting me know he’s okay.

“If it becomes too much, do you promise you’ll tell me?” I ask him, trying to quell my nerves. I don’t want to see him back in the hospital because he needed to prove something to himself.

“It’s always too much with you, baby.” He lowers his lips to mine. “You make me lose control because I can’t think of anything else but you.” Jackson’s tongue traces the shell of my ear as he continues to seduce me with his words. “When I’m inside you, all I feel is your heat, I feel your breaths, and I f*cking love every second. Now,” Jackson pauses as I feel him start to enter me, “I’m going to make you come so hard you see stars. Hang on, baby.” He thrusts forward before I have a second to consider what he said and all I feel is him. I’m filled by him and it’s heaven.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I say. Even though we’ve been together a few times, there’s been a part of him holding back. Not now, though. He’s everywhere, the energy around us, not allowing me to see or feel anything but him.

Jackson moves slowly as he hovers and pushes deeper. “Look at me.”

My eyes shift to his and it’s suddenly hard to breathe. He rocks back and forth while staring into my eyes as we become one in every sense of the word. Our souls touch, and moisture builds in my eyes from the pure beauty of the moment. Before the tears can descend he kisses them away and I fight the urge to sob. I’m so overcome with emotion I feel as if my heart is going to beat right out of my chest.

His mouth lowers and he kisses me. I close my eyes and feel everything. The love, the anger, the hurt, and I give myself permission to feel it all. I know he has me and won’t let me fall. Jackson will keep me safe even if it’s from myself.

“You’re f*cking made for me. You feel so good, I can’t think.”

He moves sinuously, driving me higher and I fight the emotional high as well. The pleasure becomes overwhelming, but I don’t want it to end. Every second with him feels incredible. Each thrust of his hips fills me with love.

After a few minutes, I can’t fight the need to release any longer. I start to set the pace for him from the bottom. I grind my hips as he starts to moan and shake subtly. We’re both so close to the edge.

“So close. I’m so c-close,” I stutter as I rotate my hips cautiously.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Jackson says through clenched teeth as the sweat builds on his forehead.

Gliding my own hand lower, I start to circle my clit and Jackson groans when he realizes what I’m doing.

“Fuck, Catherine.”

“I’m coming. Now,” I cry out and fall over the edge as Jackson grunts and finishes with me. He lies on top of me panting and we’re both covered in sweat, but I couldn’t care less in this minute. I could stay like this forever with him.



“You ready, babe?” I call out to Jackson who is purposely taking his sweet ass time.

“No, I think we’ll have to just skip it.”

“Jackson Cole! You lost the bet. You agreed to the terms, now it’s time to take me to see The Lion King.” I saunter into his bedroom and he’s lying on the bed.

I’m gonna beat him.

“Are you serious right now?” I ask staring at him fully dressed, incredibly sexy, and almost good enough to pass up on the musical. But not quite.

Jackson groans and rolls to his side, “I’m injured. I can’t go.”

“You’re going to be injured. The doorman said the cab is waiting.”

His lip juts out and it’s so cute, I lean forward and kiss him. He makes me smile even when I want to slap him.

“What was that for?” he asks with a grin. “Are you telling me you’re going to admit you fixed this stupid game and now you’re coercing me into this awful play with grown men dressed like animals?”

I laugh and shake my head. “We’re going.”

Jackson grunts and I suppress a laugh. He’s so cute when he’s not driving me insane. “You know, I was shot. Three times. I think this should score me some sympathy points.”