Who Is She ?

JACKSON

I had rushed back to the hotel room with an apology on my tongue for being back so late. Practice ran later than I thought, and I felt guilty for leaving her alone in a foreign country. 

She wasn't at the hotel. 

The sun had set. It was bloody late, and she wasn't in the hotel room!

I had panicked. I had called and called, and all my calls went straight to voicemail. It felt like I was going to lose my mind. 

What if something had happened to her? What if she got lost and ended up somewhere confusing? Somewhere dark where a lady shouldn't be alone? 

I bloody panicked. And then she stepped into the room, hands full, nose red from the cold. The relief made me weak in the knees. 

“Fuck, Siri. I’ve been cal–”

The rest of my words were swallowed by her lips. Every muscle in my body went still, my eyes wide as she kissed me like she was about to die of thirst and the last drop of water could be found in my lips. 

Her lips were cold. Her hands were even colder as they left my collar and cupped my face. But her touch burned me. 

It burned the way I'd been itching to be burned, but my brain still struggled to catch up to what was happening, so I stayed frozen. 

That didn't stop her. 

“It’s already time,” she muttered as her hands moved to the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one.

“Time for w-what?” I asked, still shocked.

She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, hers burning with a fire I've never seen. 

“For you to fuck me, Jackson.”

My breath hitched, my dick tightening against my jeans. But I shook my head quickly. We needed to talk about how she nearly drove me insane. I grabbed her hands that were still unbuttoning my shirt. 

“Siri, we need to–”

“The only thing your lips should be doing right now is kissing me,” she said, her voice hard as she slapped my hands away and went on. Her hands were hurried, an impatient look in her eyes.

This wasn't the woman I left burning in the bed this morning. Where was she? What happened to that woman, and who was standing in front of me?

“Listen to me, you–”

She groaned, and then slammed her lips so hard on mine that I tasted blood. 

Al-right then. I guess no talking. 

“Bed,” she muttered against my lips. “Clothes. Off. We’ll do the talking later.”

Fucking hell. I might not know who this was, but I decided right away that I liked her. 

I cupped her face with both hands. “Yes, ma’am.” 

I deepened the kiss, and she moaned into my mouth, undoing the last button. She pushed my shirt off, her hands roaming all over my body, leaving heat in their wake. There was a new fire that had just been ignited in her. She wasn't shy to touch my body like she was the last time. She wasn't afraid to show me her want, and she didn't hide its intensity. As a matter of fact, she seemed to be matching mine.

Yes, I decided immediately: I like this new woman. 

The old Siri could come back in the morning, but for tonight, this one was all mine. We stumbled into the room like two toddlers who were just learning how to walk, our lips still glued together, our kiss clumsy, but none of us seemed to mind. 

We fell into the bed together, with me on top of her, mindful of my weight. 

“Clothes, Jackson,” she muttered against my lips, a slight shake in her voice. “They need to come off.” 

“Agreed,” I breathed as I pulled back. 

We didn't undress each other—too impatient for that. We ripped our clothes off, throwing them and not caring where they landed. We were back on each other, this time, skin to skin. 

“Oh, that’s it,” she breathed as her hands roamed all over my body, feeling every bare inch of skin and muscle her hands could reach. I sucked in a sharp breath when she grabbed my ass and squeezed. “That’s it.”

I couldn't help it. I pulled back slightly so I could look into her eyes, my eyebrows furrowed. 

“What happened out there?”

She looked like she wanted to slap me and scream for me to hurry up. But she answered. “I met an old woman.”

My eyebrows shot up. I… I had not expected that. “Oh?”

“Oh! Now get a move on!” 

“Will you let me feast on your rose, Siri?” I just had to ask. 

I needed to. I bloody needed to!

The flush on her cheeks spread to her neck. “For round two, you can.”

I bit back a groan. “God, yes.”

We didn't need foreplay: she was already soaked, and it already felt like I was going to burst. So I positioned my crown on her entrance, but just before I pushed in, I paused.

“What?!” Siri yelled, and I winced.

“I…” 

My words caught in my throat. 

I can't fuck you while looking into your eyes. I can't do that right now. I am not ready for that because I know I will never be able to come back from it. I know I will lay my heart at your feet and watch you stomp it. 

“Let’s switch positions.”

She wasn't hesitant. She was already on all fours. “There! Now you better–ahhhh!”

I was buried deep in me in one thrust. “Fuck!” 

It was insane. 

Fucking hell, it was insane. 

She was hot. Not warm. Hot. So bloody tight, I felt like she was going to break my dick. The way she tried to suck me in. 

Ahh, this feels too good. I wasn't going to last. I knew I wasn't going to, 

“Oh, Jackson! Yes! Yes, yes!”

She threw her hips back, not waiting for me to move, and I just let her fuck herself on my dick. I just stayed still and watched her ass bounce on my dick. I watched her perfectly arched back, glistening with sweat. And her braid thrown over one shoulder. 

I reached for her braid.

I wrapped my fist around it, pulling her head back so her back was even more arched, and her ass was in the air for me. 

I finally moved. 

She screamed so bloody loud that my ears started ringing.