Finding Home (3 page)

“Yes,” she cried out as he found a nipple and pinched it just hard enough to make her pussy gush. “Now, Jackson,” she demanded of him. “Right now.”

He pushed her to the table and reached for the snap and zipper on his jeans. “Undo your pants and drop them to your knees,” he ordered and Andy was more than willing to obey. She kept her eyes glued to his hands as he unfastened his own pants and shoved both them and his boxers down onto his thighs, giving her a good look at the long, thick erection that he sported just for her. She licked her lips as she took in the way it curved up towards his belly button, the tip already damp with his arousal. He could tell that she wanted to taste him, and, before he could stop her, she leant forward and closed her mouth around the flared head of his cock while she pushed her pants and thong down her hips.

“Fuck,” Jackson groaned when the hot bliss of her mouth closed around him. Her tongue was like fire flicking around him while she sucked greedily at his flesh. He’d be damned if he would come for the first time in her mouth, although he would definitely empty his cum there at some point before the night was over. He pulled his cock away from her and groaned when she released it with a loud pop. Quickly he turned her around to face the table putting her back to him. “Brace your arms and bend over,” he ordered.

Andy willingly complied, seeming so eager for the feel of him buried inside her, but he had more in store for her. She cried out when he gave her the first firm smack of his palm against the cheek of her ass.

“You were very bad, Andy,” Jackson told her then treated the other cheek to a firm slap. “Bad girls have to take their punishment before they get their pleasure.”

“Yes,” Andy cried backing into the next blow that landed.

Gods, she had missed this, was hungry for it as much as she was for the hard thrust of his cock. She cried out again as he smacked her harder and thrust two big fingers into her dripping channel.

“Do you like being spanked, Andy?” Jackson’s voice was smoky behind her. “Because you have an ass just made to be spanked.” He brought his well lubricated fingers out of her pussy and back to the pucker of her anus. “And for fucking,” he grunted as he pushed one finger into her back entrance. They both groaned at the feel of her tightening around his digit. “You’ve been fucked here before, haven’t you Andy?” he asked her, and she thought she heard anger in his voice. “How many men have taken you here?”

“Two,” Andy cried out as he smacked her ass again. Only Jordan and C. J. had ever taken her there, and she had enjoyed it tremendously.

“Before this night is over that number will be three, Andy,” Jackson grunted and grabbing her hips pulling her further back from the table. “But first I want to feel your pussy on my cock.” Andy heard the crackle of a wrapper as he opened a condom and rolled it on. It seemed to take forever, and she had just started to wonder if he had changed his mind when he rammed his length deep into her sex with one fierce thrust.

Andy screamed and threw her head back. This was exactly what she needed, a hard, fast fuck with a long, thick cock. And Jackson was giving it to her just as hard as he could. At the angle he was fucking her, the swollen head of his shaft was slamming against her cervix with every deep thrust. And Andy was pushing her hips back to encounter every one of them. This was what she loved, and the only other man to ever make her scream this loud had been Jordan.

Jackson
couldn’t slow his thrusts down. He had to take her, to dominate her and obliterate the thought of any other man from her mind. He needed to possess her. Jackson grit his teeth at that thought, wondering where the hell it had come from. He had never felt possessive of a woman before, especially one he had just met. His sexual preferences were extreme to say the least. He liked to dominate, to control his partner. He liked bondage and discipline, and he liked submissiveness, though he didn’t consider himself a part of that whole BDSM lifestyle. Most importantly, Jackson liked to share. For him, there was nothing more arousing then watching a woman take a thick cock down her throat while he fucked her. Oh yeah, Jackson had plans for Andy.

Andy felt the pressure of his fingers clamped on her hips and vaguely wondered if she would have bruises. At the moment she just didn’t care. Jackson Williams was fucking her just like she needed him to – hard and fast. It was delicious to feel his engorged cock riding her channel, to feel the slight sheen of perspiration coating her. The heady, musky scent of sex that filled the air around them both was intoxicating. The hard grip of his hands, the harsh rasp of his breath interspersed with grunts and groans took her breath away. She needed this. God, how she needed this. Her orgasm was so close, and when it exploded she felt like she might pass out from the pleasure.

“Yes, Jackson, yes please,” Andy screamed her hands clawing for purchase on the edge of the table. “Fuck me! God yes! Fuck me so good!”

Jackson
released his grip on one hip and wetting his finger in his mouth rimmed her anus again before thrusting it inside the pink pucker. One finger became two, and Andy screamed and convulsed beneath him, her pussy like a clamp around his cock as she cried out her pleasure. Jackson held out as long as he could before flooding the condom with his own release. He felt a savage need to rip the thin sheath from his pulsing sex and brand her with his seed. He had never engaged in unprotected sex but something about Andy called to him, made him want to do more than fuck her. She made him want to claim her and fill her with his seed. He wanted to brand her so no other would infringe on what was his.

Fuck!
Jackson thought. Where the hell had that come from? He wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. He was a “Hey baby, let’s fuck and have a good time” kind of guy. He pulled his cock from Andy’s snug cunt, fighting himself and the unsettling emotions that were rolling through him. He disposed of the condom, tucked and zipped, and still Andy remained bent over the table gasping for breath. He could see the slick juices on her pussy and thighs and wanted nothing more than to bury his face there and lick her clean. When his cock perked up at just that thought Jackson panicked. No way should he be ready to go again after just experiencing the best fuck of his life. Shit, he had to get the hell out of here, away from her and whatever spell she was weaving over him.

He looked at her once more and shook his head vigorously back and forth, denying what he felt compelled to do. “Thanks for the fuck, baby,” he murmured, reaching for the door and unlocking and pulling it open. He gulped the fresh air like he was dying and stepped out into the cool night air. “I hope we can do this again while you’re home, Andy,” he added and pulled the door shut behind him. He felt a compulsion to run to his truck but kept his pace even, if a little fast. He wanted to go back in and cuddle, for Christ’s sake. What the hell was the matter with him?

* * * *

What the hell was that all about? Andy wondered as she listened to the squeal of tires as Jackson left. Everything was great one minute, then it was like he couldn’t get away fast enough.
Men!
she thought with disgust as she kicked her feet, ridding herself completely of her jeans and thong. She scooped them up and headed down the hall to the bedroom she was using. She’d take a quick shower and maybe spend a little time writing before getting some sleep.

The phone rang as she was heading down the hall, so Andy backtracked the few feet and answered the portable in the kitchen.

“Hello,” she murmured, wondering who could be calling this late at night.

“Hey, sweetheart,” her Aunt Carmen’s voice was just as warm and vibrant over the phone as it was in person. “How are you doing?”

If anyone knew how much Andy had dreaded coming back to small town hell, it was Carmen, who had left the same town behind long ago.

“Well, no blood was drawn, nothing got broken, and all my hair is still on my head,” Andy told her, “So I’d say not too bad.”

“Oh, chica,” Carmen whispered. “How are you doing really?”

“I’m fine, Aunt Carmen. Really it wasn’t so bad,” Andy informed her. “I wish you could have seen the look on Mom’s face when she took in my changed appearance. And I thought Bryan’s eyes were going to bug out of his head,” Andy laughed in memory.

“And how is Joey?” Carmen asked after her brother.

“Dad is…” Andy stopped to search for a word. “I’m not sure. We didn’t get much of a chance to talk tonight. He’s thinner, older. And he looks so tired.”

“You let me know as soon as you know anything, Andy,” Carmen warned Andy. “If I need to come back there then I’ll do it.”

“I didn’t think that you would ever come back here,” Andy stated knowing all too well the animosity that her Aunt felt for the small town. No one spoke about Carmen, it was like her aunt never even lived here before, which was highly unusual in small town America. Nothing was ever forgotten or not mentioned in small towns, especially ones that thrived on gossip like this one. Andy had asked many times what had sent her aunt running as far as she could but no one ever told her anything.

“I’ll do what I have to if Joey needs me,” Carmen whispered but Andy could easily hear the dread in her voice. “I have news for you as well.”

“And what is that?” Andy sighed, wondering what news her aunt felt the need to share with her.

“Your Mr. Mitchell showed up looking for you,” Carmen told her.

“Jordan showed up?” Andy exclaimed with surprise.

“Yes, he was adamant that he see you,” Carmen told her.

“Well, I’d say that he is just a little too late for that at this point, like maybe a year too late,” Andy answered sharply.

“But Andy, you said that you loved him,” Carmen spoke quickly. “You said that you needed him and wanted him back. You moped for months after he left.”

“Well, of course I did,” Andy responded. “I was hurt. No, I was devastated. But as time went along with no word from him I just got mad.”

“Uh-oh,” Carmen murmured.

“What?” Andy asked. “Uh-oh what? What did you do, Aunt Carmen?”

“Well, you have to understand that I thought you wanted to see Mr. Mitchell. I thought that you were still pining for him and would love to hear from him,” Carmen was rushing, which was a clear sign that she had done something that Andy wouldn’t like. Still, Andy had to roll her eyes at her aunt’s use of the word pining. Did anyone really say that anymore?

“Just tell me what you did, Aunt Carmen,” Andy said.

“I told him…” Carmen started and stopped taking an audible gulp of courage.

“You didn’t,” Andy exclaimed, realising what Carmen wasn’t saying. “Please tell me that you didn’t tell him where I was! Where to find me!”

“Oh, Andy,” Carmen sounded so upset. “I thought that I was doing what you would want me to.”

“How long ago did you see him?” Andy asked.

“He was here this morning,” Carmen spoke. “It seems that he had been looking for you for a few days and with me moving a few months ago it took him some time to track me down.”

“Well, maybe he won’t be able to find me,” Andy said and closed her eyes when her aunt gave another sigh.

“I gave him directions,” Carmen admitted.

“Shit!” Andy exclaimed.

“Well, I thought that I was helping you be with your true love and all,” Carmen snapped, which shocked Andy. “How was I to know that you were over him and just fine? How was I to know these things if you didn’t tell me? I am not a mind reader, Andrea Michelle, and I would ask that you keep that in mind.”

“I’m sorry, Aunt Carmen,” Andy stated softly, realising just how stressed her aunt was by all that was going on. Stressed and worried. “You’re right, and I apologise. Besides, what are the odds that he’ll really come all this way to find me anyway?”

“Well,” Carmen started to say when Andy heard a knock at the door.

“Someone’s at the door, Aunt Carmen,” Andy said struggling to hold the phone between her shoulder and ear while she hurried to put her jeans back on. She pushed her thong down into her pocket and headed down the hall towards the front door.

“I’ll let you go then, chica,” Carmen hurried to say. “Call me tomorrow after you see your dad. Bye baby.” And just like that her aunt hung up.

Just as well. The only person she could think of who would be coming to see her at this late hour was Jackson. Maybe he had a change of heart and came back to pick up where they left off. But when she looked out the peep hole, it wasn’t Jackson that stood there. It was Jordan.

Chapter Three

Andy stared out the door wondering if she should answer or not. Hell, she could still smell the scent of Jackson and sex on her. The last thing she wanted was to confront Jordan at this moment.

“Open up, Andy,” Jordan yelled from his spot in front of the door. “I know that you’re in there, and I’m not leaving until we talk.”

“Shit,” Andy muttered before reaching for the lock and opening the door to confront Jordan. He looked good with his long legs encased in tight jeans and a T-shirt pulled taut across his broad chest and wide shoulders. His black hair was just a little too long, curling around the base of his neck, and Andy wanted nothing more than to clench her fingers in it and pull his mouth down so that she could devour him. When she finally made it to his eyes, she was jolted by the fire that glowed in his baby blues.