Oh god, did I? Hell yes, I did. I nodded. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He chuckled and his hands went to the zipper of my jeans. “Then let’s get these off.”
That sounded like an incredible idea to me. As he undid my jeans, I began to wriggle, maneuvering them down my legs until I was in nothing but my panties, and he pulled the heavy denim off my legs. Then, he reached for my panties and tugged them off, leaving me naked and panting on the bed, staring up at him. He was still in his jeans. It didn’t seem fair, and I opened my mouth to protest.
But then he dropped to the floor beside the bed and pulled me toward him, and I went silent, my eyes going wide.
“Your smell is driving me wild, Alice,” Jackson murmured, his voice barely audible over the mariachi music. “Been driving me wild for days. Love the scent of you in my nostrils.”
He’d been smelling my constant arousal for days? I’d known it, and yet I squirmed at the thought. His big hands went to my thighs, spreading them, and I heard him inhale sharply again. He gave a sigh of pleasure, and then pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. “You just tell me if any of this makes you uncomfortable, Alice,” he murmured, and his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh.
I quivered at that touch, propping up on my elbows to watch him. Like I’d be able to complain about anything? Like I’d want to? I was practically trembling with anticipation of his mouth on my sex.
Luckily, I didn’t have to anticipate long. He made another sound of pleasure, and then I felt his fingers skim my sex, moving over the curls and parting the petals underneath. His fingers stroked over my flesh. “So nice and wet already.”
I collapsed back on the bed, my eyes closing as I lost myself to the sensation. Oh, god. If I’d thought his mouth on my breasts was heavenly, his hands on my sex were pure bliss. I parted my thighs wider for him, encouraging more, and my hands went to his hair again, the urge to push him to where I needed him the most rising inside me.
He chuckled at my response. “You want to lead for a bit, Alice?”
“Just touch me,” I bit out, my breathing raspy and shallow with anticipation.
“You want fingers or tongue?”
Oh god, I had to choose just one? I trembled at that.
“Maybe I’ll decide,” he murmured huskily. A moment later, I felt his tongue brush over the slick folds of my sex.
The shuddering moan that crept from my throat was not sexy. It was strangled with a mixture of surprise and desire, but Jackson seemed to like the sound of it. He made a noise of pleasure - like I’d make when tasting a favorite dish - and licked me long and hard.
And I made another one of those garbled moans.
“Mmm, sweet Alice,” Jackson said against my flesh. “Knew you’d taste incredible. Love that you’re all mine.” He licked me again, long and hard, and my thighs quaked in response, lifting to follow his tongue. “My sweet, sweet alpha mate.”
And then he began to tongue me vigorously, his lips brushing against my mound even as the tip of his tongue worked on my clit, pressing and then circling with varying speeds and strengths. He seemed to be judging my responses; every quiver got more of the same as a reward, and he sped up and slowed down as if testing me out. Seeing what I liked.
Hell, I liked all of it.
My hands tightened in his hair in shock when he sucked on my clit, though, and he gave a small, rough chuckle at my reaction. “Like that, did you?”
“More,” I demanded, tightening my hands in his hair. Oh god, I needed more of that.
“As my alpha commands,” he said with that smooth, seductive voice, and brushed his lips over my clit in a glorious tease before sucking on it again.
I whimpered, feeling an orgasm building and helpless to stop it. My thighs clenched helplessly, and my hips jerked in response when he brushed two fingers against my core and pushed into my slick warmth, even as his mouth continued to suck on my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me with the occasional flick of his tongue.
Then, his fingers began to pump inside me.
The orgasm splintered and broke through me. “Unh,” I gasped, then was horrified at the completely unsexy noise I’d just made. Release tore through me, locking every muscle along its way, even as Jackson continued to thrust his fingers deep inside me, working me with both hand and tongue at once.
It took what seemed like forever for me to come down from that, and by the time his mouth lifted, I was wrung out with the orgasm he’d ripped from me. I panted for breath, a bit embarrassed at my hard reaction.
But Jackson simply looked pleased with himself. He nipped the inside of one knee while giving me a sexy, pleased look, and got to his feet, his hands going to his jeans. I lay back in the bed, panting, watching as he stripped his jeans off. His cock was erect and the head was gleaming with pre-cum, his own need obvious. He was beautiful as he kicked off his jeans and then came back to the bed, moving over me. His warmth and weight pressed down on me and then he moved in to kiss me, his lips licking at mine in an imitation of what he’d done to my sex, and I moaned against his mouth even as he grasped my thigh and pulled it around his hip.
I followed his lead, lifting my other leg, and was rewarded with a shallow thrust, his cock sliding against the wet curls of my sex. “That’s my Alice,” he murmured against my mouth. “All mine.”
I felt the head of his cock nudge against my opening and I sucked in, tensing a little. My hips wanted to flex against him, but I was suddenly afraid of it hurting.
Jackson pushed forward. There was a bolt of pain as my body stretched to accommodate him. I yelped, but it was smothered by his kisses. He pushed forward again, sinking deeper into me, and my nails bit into his skin. A hiss escaped me.
He panted, every muscle in his body tense. “Fuck, you’re tight, Alice.” His hips flexed, and I felt him push deeper, the sharp stabs of pain gone and replaced by a low ache. It felt as if he’d invaded me, and I wasn’t quite sure I liked the sensation yet.
But then he leaned in to kiss me again, and I melted under his mouth. His tongue thrusting into my mouth felt…different with him buried deep inside me, and the ache of need in my sex began to return. When his hips hitched again, I lifted with him.
“Alice,” he panted, and I could see the sheen of sweat on his face - his gorgeous, wonderful face - as he moved slowly, determined not to hurt me. His gaze flicked to mine and our eyes locked, and I saw a flicker of his wolf in his eyes.
And then he thrust, hard, sinking deep.
I gasped. Not because it hurt, but because it had filled that raw ache with a sweet bolt of pleasure. My arms curled around his neck and I lifted my mouth for him to kiss again, even as I raised my hips.
“Alice,” he growled against my mouth, and began to thrust harder. I lifted my hips with each movement, determined to match him, and felt the spiraling pleasure of sex washing through me again. This felt good, really good. Jackson’s hard body moving over mine, moving deep inside me, his chest brushing against my nipples, his mouth on mine, the musky scent of him filling my nostrils - all of the sensations combined to create a whirlwind of pleasure that enveloped me, and before long, I was crying out my pleasure with each thrust, hungry for more.
“You going to come again?” he gritted, driving hard into me. “Going to come for me again?”
I nodded, my lips seeking his and only succeeding in barely brushing over them. The kisses had given way as he’d begun to pump into me harder and faster, his own desire overtaking him.
“I want to see it,” he told me, his whisper harsh, and I felt his fingers move between us where we were joined. A moment later, I felt him flick my clit, even as he thrust deep inside me again.
I moaned hard, my body arching. The combined sensations were too much - I couldn’t process it. “Jackson,” I growled, my voice loud. “I need—“