Unsaid Words

JACKSON

Oh, she was deliciously wet. 

“Fuck, Siri,” I growled as I shifted her underwear to the side–another one to steal–and felt her wet folds. “Already dripping for me.” 

The light in her room was dimmed, but I still managed to see her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, and those eyes so filled with lust.

“Jackson…” she breathed, her voice hoarse.

I ran my fingers through her folds, coating them in her juices. “Tell me, darling.”

“D-do something about it.”

I chuckled softly. “Oh, I plan to, love.” 

But I was going to tease her first. I planned to draw this out, because once it was over, I would have to leave, and I didn't know when I'd get another chance like this. My fingers still teased her folds while I stared, and she stared back, her chest heaving.

“Let me see those blossoms, love,” I breathed as my finger pressed into her clit, and her body jerked, but she still managed a breathless chuckle. 

“Blossoms?” she muttered, even as she raised her chest and her hands moved to unhook her bra. “What is this? The 1700s?”

“I’ll call them whatever I want,” I rasped, my eyes falling from hers and down to her free breasts. She slowly pushed her bra aside, and there, they stared at me, her nipples already hard.

I released a breath as I leaned down and licked one of them. She moaned softly, her fingers slipping into my hair, and I hummed when I felt her fingers dig into my scalp. I closed my eyes as I kept sucking on her nipples, alternating, and then my fingers got to work.

With one last tease around her folds, I pushed one finger into her.

“Oh, Jackson,” she breathed, her back arching. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing my face deeper into her chest. “Jackson, more…”

I raised my eyes to hers, wanting to see the look on her face as I added a second finger. 

It was a look of absolute bliss. 

Her eyes were hooded, and so bloody sexy. 

My dick strained in my briefs, yelling to be let free, but I ignored it. 

This… this right now was for my wayward angel. For that look in her eyes I saw back at the dining table. It was for the weight I saw pressing down on her shoulders, the clench in her jaw, and the tears that she didn't let fall. 

This was my way of telling her I was here, and this marriage might end tomorrow, and I will still be here. 

Our eyes were glued together as my fingers moved in her, working slowly. I curved my fingers upwards, and her eyes went wide, a loud moan spilling from her lips.

I released her nipples, already swollen, with a soft pop, my breath ragged as I moved my fingers faster. 

“You’ll want to be quiet, darling,” I whispered as I scissored my fingers, and she bit her lip before she could moan again.

“I-it’s almost impossible,” she moaned, moving her hips to meet my fingers.

My chest puffed out with pride. “Well, I can understand.”

Even though she looked like she was about to go crazy from pleasure, she still managed to chuckle. “That damn pride of yours.”

It was hard not to be proud when I was making an angel come undone. My chest was close to exploding with that pride. 

My fingers pressed into her spot, and she gasped. She drew me closer to her, burying her face into my neck so it could muffle her moans. 

As I felt her moans vibrate on my skin, and her warm breath leaving its prints on me, something tight curled in my chest.

Maybe I should take her away. 

Take her away from Marshall, from those fools at campus, and the café. Just… just bloody take her away from it all. 

She deserves happiness, to have her eyes crossed with pleasure, to stop hiding and be her beautiful self. She deserves a day when she doesn't walk around with her guard up, tension curled around her shoulders.

“Siri,” I breathed as my fingers moved faster now, and her moans were getting higher and higher, but my neck kept the sounds muffled.

“Jackson, I’m close,” she breathed, fucking herself on my fingers. 

“Siri,” I breathed again, my voice growing hoarse. 

Let me take it all away, Siri. Let me shield you. Let me show you why you don't need to hide, especially from me. 

“Siri.” 

There were so many things I wanted to say, but all I could do was call her name and hope she could hear all the unsaid words. 

“Jackson, I'm cumming!” she cried into my neck. 

She bit down, and I hissed, my fingers never stopping in their brutal thrusts. She shook against me, holding onto me like I was her lifeline. Holding me harder than just fuck buddies held together.

She moaned my name over and over again. 

Does she know that fuck buddies didn't moan their partners’ names with such tenderness? Does she know that they don't hold each other with such adoration?

Does she bloody know that this was already becoming more than “just sexual?”

I buried my nose into her hair and inhaled deeply as she came apart in my arms. 

I have never questioned this feeling in my chest, but maybe it was time I did because I could feel it growing into something else, something that might complicate things.

When she came down from her high, she didn't let go of me. She kept her face buried in my neck, breathing heavily. Her body still shook slightly against mine. Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of her, and she shivered, pulling back, her eyes finding mine.

We said nothing, our faces so close we were sharing air. Slowly, I brought my fingers to my lips. I didn't look away from her eyes as I licked one of them. Her eyes went wide, her cheeks beet-red.

“One day, I'll taste it directly from the source," I muttered as I licked my fingers clean. 

“You’re filthy,” she whispered, but she looked intrigued.

“I can be worse.”

She snorted. “Now you sound like a playboy.”

She buried her face into my neck, still holding me, and I just stayed there. 

After a moment of silence, she asked, “Do you really believe you’ll mess up a game if you don't have sex?”

“Yes,” I answered softly as my thumb stroked the back of her neck.

“Have you seen what will happen if you don't?"

“Yes. A disaster.”

“Where did this belief bloom from, Jackson?”

My thumb paused as a bitter memory flashed in my mind, but I pushed it away so soon, locking it behind that metal door.

“That’ll be a tale for another day, love.”

“Hmm,” she muttered, her voice thick with sleep. “You can’t sleep here, you know?”

“I know. I’ll leave soon.”

She said nothing, and soon after, her breathing evened out, turning deep. I leaned down with her so her back was on the bed. My fingers brushed her hair back from her face as I stared down at her sleeping face.

Ah God, she was beautiful. 

It wasn't just the physical beauty: it was the way she carried herself, the way she talked back. It was just everything about her. I leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“One day, Siri,” I whispered as I pulled back. 

One day, I'll show you why you don't need to hide anymore or carry so much alone.

I carefully got out of her bed, about to head towards the door, but I paused when I saw her phone sitting on the small desk. 

I smirked and tiptoed over to it. 

I almost shouted in triumph when I saw it had no passcode. So my wayward angel had nothing to hide, huh? 

But I didn't pry; I just typed in what I wanted. 

When I succeeded, I dropped it and walked to the door. I turned and stared at her peaceful face. I left, closing the door with a soft click, my chest heavy, and yet warm at the same time. 

I was about to head into the room reserved for me when a door opened, and my mother stepped out, her eyes landing on me.