BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 51 – 60
Episode 53
(Alyssa)
“Now you know, Alyfssa. That’s my story. He ki lled Lilly and I don’t regret avenging her de ath. But I do regret not telling you sooner.”
I watch as Jackson moves closer to the screen before pausing. “And just in case I never get the chance to say it again. I love you,” he says before the camera shuts off.
I wipe my eyes and stand up.
Then I run.
Only this time…I’m not running from anything.
I running toward something.
I’m running as fast as I can to the man I love.
The man that I still love. Maybe even more now.
It’s almost 4 in the morning and the rain is falling hard outside, It’s coming down in buckets, causing me to almost slip on the concrete a few times, but I don’t care.
By the time I reach Jackson’s apartment, I’m a shivering wet mess. I’m also pretty sure my lips are blue and I’m going to catch pneumonia, but I still don’t care.
Tyrone opens the door and I expect him to be surprised that I’m here but he’s not. He just gives me a knowing smile and tells me that Jackson is in his room.
He then offers me a blanket but I decline. Instead, I ask him if he would mind if I rummaged around the kitchen for a bit.
He smiles even wider…until I inform him I’m not cooking him anything.
I don’t even knock on Jackson’s door, I just walk right in.
He’s sitting up against the headboard of his bed, he’s shirtless, his eyes are closed and the acoustic version of Shinedown’s, Simple Man is playing on repeat in the background.
I clear my throat and he startles. When he sees me his eyes flicker and his breathing picks up.
He takes in my appearance and opens his mouth to say something, but I put my finger to my lips and hand him what’s in my hand.
He looks down at the cup of hot chocolate containing both cinnamon and whipped cream and his breathing becomes shaky.
His eyes are glassy when he looks back up at me and his hand reaches out for mine.
I take his hand and position myself on top him with both my legs on either side of his. I wrap my arms around him tighter than I ever have and my head falls against his chest. Then I plant a kss over Lilly’s name.
We stay like that for a while, neither of us saying a word, which is fine because this moment is too profound to ruin it with words.
He’s rubbing slow circles over my back and it feels amazing, but I have to fight off another chill due to my drenched clothes.
Jackson notices this and hauls me upright so that I’m facing him. He motions for me to raise my arms and I do. He starts lifting my shirt, and since I ran out of my apartment wearing nothing but pajamas I’m not wearing a b ra. He quickly balls my wet shirt in his hand and throws it across the room causing it to land with a wet thud.
I feel the flush in my cheeks due to being topless in front of him, but it quickly turns to aro usal when Jackson leans down and flicks his to ngue over my tip. He does the same to my other tip and I feel the warmth that he’s providing me spread throughout my body.
He lets out a low groan as he begins massaging and kneading my bbs and I can’t help myself from sighing his name.
Not before long, my p ants are joining my t-shirt on the floor and I’m completely nked before him.
His eyes blaze as he scans over my body and pulls me back to him.
He looks at me as he reaches down and links our fingers together before bringing them above my head.
This concept of going slow and sweet is so new and foreign to me. I’m far from a vrgn, but I’ve never had sx like this before. I’ve never had anyone take their time and worship me or my body. It makes me feel loved and cherished in a way I never knew was possible.
Jackson brushes the tear from my cheek and leans his forehead against mine. “I love you,” he whispers. I tell him that I love him too and it’s such a tender moment between us, I know I’ll never forget it.
I always thought that when Jackson and I had sx it would be a frantic frenzy filled with lust, with him racing to the finish line. I never knew that it would be so passionate and powerful or that it would somehow intensify the connection between us.
Our guards are down and our insides have been strlpped, leaving us bare in so many ways. There’s something so beautiful and raw about what’s happening right now.
My legs start to shake and an all-consuming cIimax begins to take over my body, heightened by the emotions flowing through me. Jackson stares down at me, watching me with hooded eyes.
His face is strained and I know he’s trying to hold off, but I want him to let go at the same time I do. I untangle my hands from his, skim over his broad back and grab hold of his as s while my walls clench around him and I sigh his name. I watch as the muscles in his forearms flex and his mouth parts open before he whispers my name and his release swiftly follows mine.
BLAME IT ON THE PAIN : EPISODE 51 – 60
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