Chapter 4: Climax
Ellie was desperate. She needed Jackson and he had shown her no attention at all yet. No man had ever ignored her like this and she hated it.
She felt angry, frustrated, and above all, unbearably horny.
Tonight felt likes the perfect night to take aim and fire at her man's best friend. Jackson never noticed her sexy outfits or flirtatious behavior. No bra and a sheer top? Caught him looking but not long enough for her to enjoy it. Her butt cheek out while leaning on his door jamb (Hey, she was putting out the trash. It wasn't out of her way.) and not even a glance? He definitely needed a push.
She put on a bikini top and short Jean shorts. Then texted Jackson. Ellie: “hey Jackson. Josh is at work and in need help, my car isn’t starting.” She knew he wouldn’t deny a friend in need. Ellie had carefully planned this ruse to lure Jackson away from everyone else.
She looked in the mirror, pouting her lips, and applying a red lipstick to make them look fuller, added a little more mascara and messy bun, leaving few strands of hair purposely out of place, trying to look casually sexy.
Within half an hour Jackson arrived.
“Hey, Ellie.
So, what’s going on with your car?” Jackson asked in a concerned tone.
“Hey, Jackson! Oh, I’m not sure, I think the battery is dead. Any chance you could take a look?” Ellie replied, trying to sound helpless, but really, she was cool and collected. She knew exactly what she was doing.
As they entered her apartment, the tension between them became palpable. They were alone, their connection charged with the promise of something wild and dangerous. Ellie decided to take advantage of the situation.
“Why are you wearing a swimsuit?” Jackson said.
“Well I was gonna go to a spa with a hot tub, but my car won’t start.” Ellie replied with a playful smile. She knew this was one of Jackson's favorite topics; since he was an architect, he often spoke of his love for hot tubs and the relaxation they provided.
Jackson's gaze lingered on Ellie's barely clothed figure. She saw him swallow hard, and her heart raced in excitement. Finally, she had caught his attention. She led him to the car with a sassy sway in her hips, giving Jackson an eyeful of her tight bottom.
She let him take a look under her bonnet, but the car started without problem after a few minutes.
"Huh, I don't see anything wrong. Why don't we go back inside your place and have a drink? It's a lovely summer evening,” Jackson suggested and gave her a charming, dimpled smile. She couldn’t resist it, as if her body became instantly magnetized.
Ellie nodded excitedly and they returned to the apartment.
She couldn’t wait any longer. As the entered the room and shut the door behind them she stood really close to Jackson. She placed a hand on his chest.
"I'm so glad you had some time to drop by," Ellie breathed, her voice husky and filled with longing. She bit her lower lip, allowing her gaze to slide over to his lips for a fraction of a second – long enough for Jackson to notice her interest.
Jackson cleared his throat softly. "Sure, happy to help," he murmured, standing stock still as Ellie's hand roamed over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. He felt her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles.
“What are you doing?” Jackson asks.
“Isnt it obvious. I have been chasing you for months and you’ve been ignoring me, please give me attention” she begged. What had gotten into her? Give me attention? What is she saying? She doesn’t know what has come over her in these last months.
She used to be more confident and in control of herself. But Ellie’s growing attraction to Jackson had left her feeling vulnerable, like she couldn't trust her own emotions.
Without even noticing, she leaned closer, their mouths only inches apart. She could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the aroma of fresh coffee from his morning visit to the café nearby. He tensed slightly at first, but he didn't pull away.
Ellie's heart raced as she reached up and gently touched his face, guiding him to meet her lips with his.
“If I’m going to fuck my best friends girlfriend, you better impress me” Jackson says sternly in reply to her begging.
“Yes, I will, I promise!” She says desperately. As she grabs his hand and pulls him to the couch. “Here sit down” she says.
Her voice is a soft whisper, barely controlling her excitement.
Ellie's heart was pounding in her chest, unsure if she should be nervous or thrilled at Jackson's unexpected brutally direct honesty. She had heard stories of no-nonsense lovers, but never experienced one herself, let alone having her boyfriend's best friend fit that taboo profile.
Jackson obliges and takes a seat on the couch. She follows his gaze, as his dark eyes seem to examine every inch of her, making her blush under his scrutiny.
She gets on her knees and undoes Jackson’s belt pants, slowly pulling them down. His body tenses as she takes him into her mouth and lets out a soft moan at the taste of him, a mixture of desire and masculinity.
She realizes they could get caught at any moment, which only heightens her arousal. She knows this is wrong, she’s his best friend’s girlfriend, but she can’t help herself. She wants him more than she’s ever wanted anything before.
Jackson, seemingly surprised by her boldness, tangles his fingers in her hair as she continues her assault on his senses.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he groans, his breath hitching in his throat as her tongue swirls around him.
She takes him deeper, each moan building the fiery tension between them. Her heart races, unsure of what the future might hold — if they will get caught, or if this is the beginning of a new relationship.
Ellie looks up into his eyes and sees the fire within them ignite; an intensity sparkling back at her. The longing growing in her heart overwhelms her.
There is no turning back.
She is pulling out all the tricks, trying her best to impress Jackson. Trying to make him see what's been right in front of him this entire time.
Ellie feels the warm glow of desire spreading down to the pit of her stomach, as she basks in Jackson's attention, the connection between them electrifying and raw. She feels more alive than she has in months, years even. How did it come to this? Maybe the forbidden aspect of it all was what pulled her in, the danger of it tantalizing her every step of the way.
Jackson moaned as Ellie tried to give him the best blowjob of his life.
pleasure possible, pushing down any niggling feeling at the back of his mind that what they were doing wasn't right. The sheer taboo of their actions was an aphrodisiac all on its own.
In her past, Ellie had been drawn to adventurous, dangerous men. Maybe it was this desire for the unknown that led her to Jackson, who was not only her boyfriend's best friend, but a man she barely knew. It didn't make logical sense, but love and lust never did.
Ellie took all of him into her mouth, feeling his cock go down her throat.
“Good girl” Jackson says, pulling her hair to guide her pace. The ache between her legs intensified as she felt the growing pressure to impress him, pleasing them both.
Ellie's boyfriend, Josh, had always been a gentle lover, never requiring more than the occasional playful tug on her hair. But when it came to Jackson, Ellie had no idea what she was in for. He had always been mysterious, always one step away from her reach. And now, as she tasted him, she wondered what the driving force was behind this sudden shift in her behavior. Was it her thirst for danger? For excitement?
Suddenly Jackson yanked her up by her hair and stood up. “You said Josh is at work? For how long?” He demands Jackson growled out, a raw edge cutting through his voice.
Ellie yelped in surprise at his sudden violent action, but she didn’t fight back. She was too far gone, her body and mind unable to deny the pull that Jackson had on her. The power dynamics shifting seamlessly from her attempt to seduce him to him dominating her.
She nodded, too frightened to speak. Her breath hitched, the thrill of it all building between them. “How long will he be at work” Jackson demanded mandingly asked her a second time.
Nervously, she replied, "He should be home around 8 pm, but if you want to stay any later, I can text him to make up something."
Jackson patted her on the back as if he was about to give a heavy praise to a well-deserved companion. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Make sure you keep him away as much as possible, else I'll punish you both severely."
Ellie's whole body shivered at the thought of the unknown punishment that Jackson had up his sleeve.
“Yes sir,” she says, completely under his spell.
“Ok, my turn” Jackson said as he pushed her I on to the couch. He yanked off her shorts and got onto his knees between her legs . He ran his hands up her parted thighs, caressing her skin. His fingers lingered on her bikini bottom, and with a sly smile, he tugged at the thin, damp material.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation. She was trembling under his attention, but she didn’t want it any other way. Ellie's body reacted instantly as she felt wetness pool between her legs. He leaned closer and whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" The words sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
Ellie's pulse quickened, her thoughts clouded by desire. "Yes," she breathed out. She was more than ready. She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity.
Jackson gently tugged at her bottoms, pulling them down her legs before tossing them aside.
Ellie shivered, her body trembling with anticipation. She couldn’t believe this was really happening, that Jackson was about to claim her as his own.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her thighs. She bit her lip, waiting for him to touch her, and when he finally did—oh, she cried out at the touch of his tongue against her sensitive core.
He licked her slowly, exploring every inch of her with his tongue. He teased her, driving her wild as he stroked and tasted.
Each circle of his tongue wound the tension within her tighter, taking her to the brink of something extraordinary. Her whole body tightened under the force of pleasure. Thoughts of right and wrong dissipated into the warm, pulsing sensations building within her. She arched her back off the couch, her legs twitching and shaking as Jackson's mouth continued to explore her core.
Soon enough, she shattered under his relentless teasing as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, releasing wave after wave of pleasure.
She cried out his name, her breathing erratic and unsteady. Her hips thrust upwards in search of Jackson's touch as her body tensed and released under his knowledgeable lips.
As Ellie's pleasure subsided, she panted for breath, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. Her body tingled with a pleasant exhaustion as Jackson got up, smirking as he took his own pleasure into his hand. He closed his eyes and pumped his fist slowly, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes.
Ellie couldn't look away.
“Good girl, you came for me so well” Jackson said , his voice low and raw.
Right at that moment, she felt an overwhelming connection with Jackson, as if they had been drawn to each other by an uncontrollable force. She reached out to touch him, but he stepped back, his gaze still locked onto her.
He continued pleasuring himself, sending waves of pleasure to roll through her body. The idea of watching this man she desired so intensely pleasuring himself brought an intense warmth to her chest.
Feeling another wave of arousal build up within her, she tentatively brushed a finger against her clit.
Suddenly Jackson walked forwards. “I’m going to fuck you now” he says.
His words sent a chill down Ellie’s spine. She nodded, too stunned to speak. Her heart raced as she watched him undress, revealing his toned, muscular body underneath the layers of clothing.
Ellie watched, feeling increasingly excited by the prospect of what was about to happen. She had fantasized about this moment for so long and it was finally about to become a reality.
Jackson climbed on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knee. Her breath hitched in her throat, anticipation filling her like never before.
This was really happening and there was no turning back. Ellie's heart pounded rapidly, sending waves of pleasure and adrenaline coursing through her veins.
Ellie and Jackson couldn't tear their eyes away from one another. She felt the warm weight of his body press down on hers as his legs parted hers further open, leaving no part of her unclaimed. He captured her lips in a passionate and fierce kiss, their lips dancing in a rhythm as old as time, as his tongue boldly surged into her mouth, wanting, taking.
Somewhere along the way, her bikini top fell away, her bare breasts pressed against his hard chest, still damp from the shower he took before arriving.
It was as if Ellie and Jackson were two planets in space, pulled together by their individual gravitational forces, spiraling down a tunnel of ecstasy and rapture. In this moment, nothing else mattered but their fervent connection.
Jackson thrust into her, hard and fast, filling her up completely. Their shared euphoria crescendoed as their breaths mingled with the steamy air of Ellie's apartment. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside, surrendering herself to him entirely.
Despite the unexpected turn of events, everything about this felt right to Ellie. The way Jackson's stubble rasped against her skin as they sought each other's lips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and the powerful tempo that united them in the ultimate dance of seduction.
Ellie's heartache dissipated with every thrust, leaving only a raw, primal sensation as she succumbed to the delights Jackson's body had to offer.
In the midst of their lovemaking, Ellie saw a flash of uncertainty in his dark eyes. She knew there was more to Jackson than his carefree exterior let on. She sensed his longing to be understood, even if the connection between them was perhaps the most forbidden one she could ever engage in.
Ellie didn't care. It was foolish, but it made her feel alive.
Jackson pounded her into the couch , every thrust eliciting a gasp or a cry.
Ellie arched her back, offering herself to him, wrapped in the delicious warmth of their forbidden, burning desire.
It was the fear of getting caught that fueled them, yet it was also the magnetic pull she felt when she looked into his eyes - eyes like storm clouds at midnight, dark and ominous yet captivating in their mystery. She knew the allure of the unknown excited her, but how far was she willing to push her limits?
When did desire become too strong to be controlled by merely a simple boundary?
Ellie couldn't help but feel drawn to Jackson's mysterious and complex personality. She was quickly realizing that the danger she initially sought was becoming more apparent in this tantalizing connection, but the allure of his gaze and the way he held her was like a drug. She didn't want to let go, no matter how forbidden or how badly the consequences could play out.
As their bodies moved in sync to a rhythm as old as time, Ellie wished she could freeze these moments of sinful obsession.
Her body heated up as she felt an orgasm building.
building within her. She held on to him and dug her nails into his strong back, eliciting sharp intakes of breath from him.
"Fuck, Ellie!" Jackson cried out in a strained voice.
Through the mix of their desperate pants and moans, Jackson leaned down and bit on her shoulder softly, leaving a faint mark.
In this moment, Ellie had never felt so desired before, nor had she desired anyone like she desired Jackson. It was as if an insatiable need had taken over them both.
She finally came and Jackson kept fucking her , even harder.
He buried his face in her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses.
Jackson whispered against her skin, "This is all I want, Ellie. You, every day, every moment. I've wanted you for so long."
Ellie shuddered beneath him, her limbs liquid.
The way Jackson took control of the encounter, it was new, thrilling.
She had never experienced such intensity before.
Her previous relationships paled in comparison to what she was feeling now.
Jackson suddenly pulled out and forced her on her knees, bending over the couch.
.
Their eyes met in the reflection of a nearby mirror and it felt like seeing a reflection of her very core.
He plunged into her again, pushing deeper, their bodies slapping in the quiet of the room as they reached new heights together.
The mirror allowed her to watch every thrust and motion, and she felt herself grow more and more aroused.
This was wrong, and they both knew it, but it didn't matter.
It was almost as if this forbidden act somehow sanctified their blossoming relationship.
She felt her orgasm building as she watched Jackson fuck her in the mirror. “Jackson please fuck me harder” she begged, still trying to impress him. “Please please please” she begged on every thrust
Jackson smirked and did as he was told, slamming harder and harder into her. “You asked for it” he whispered into her ear, making her tremble from the inside out. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the sensations, the waves of pleasure building higher and higher, consuming every last bit of her consciousness until all that was left was a moan—an approving, needy moan—slipping past her lips.
Ellie could feel her body tightening, the edges of her vision starting to blur as she teetered on the precipice of that final climactic moment. Every cell in her body craved release. Her breaths came out in ragged gasps, mirroring the erratic rhythm of Jackson's deep, powerful thrusts.
Jackson wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her back tightly against him as his other hand reached round to grab her face, tenderly guiding it toward the mirror and her own flushed reflection. “Open your eyes, Ellie.
Look at us. At how perfectly we fit together,” Jackson demanded, his voice as hypnotic as the rhythm of their bodies.
She did as she was told, gaze locked on their entwined reflection. The image would have sent a shiver down her spine, if she wasn’t already consumed by the desire coursing through her body. Her heart raced, pounding in time with the beat of their lust-driven affair. Ellie had never before experienced such an intense connection with another person, nor had she ever craved it so much.
Right as she orgasmed, the door opened. Josh walked in, watching her spasm and tremble on Jackson’s cock.
A look of utter shock swept across his face, mingled with hurt and betrayal. The scene left him frozen at the threshold, uncertain as to what to do.
Ellie’s heart lurched. She pulled away from Jackson, scrambling to cover herself before her boyfriend fully took in the sight before him. Too caught up in the heat of the moment, neither she nor Jackson had heard the door open. Everything had happened so fast; it was as if their bodies were driven by a force that sought to consume them both.