Chapter 56. A First Time /Part 3
Jackson Johnson's House - Sanctuary - The Hamptons
Lilly Bradley
My body was still trembling from so many orgasms, I couldn't move from my spot as I had no control over my own body. Jackson got off the bed and closed the terrace doors. The fresh air started to seep into the large room. As best as I could, I pulled the sheet from under me and covered myself. I urgently needed a shower before going home; without my phone, I imagined my family worried about me not arriving. It was already past nine at night, and I needed to leave.
"What are you thinking?" Jackson asked, completely naked in all his beautiful splendor. I'd never spent a night like this; I was sore from all the positions we'd tried, since we always ended up with him on top of me.
"I'd like to take a shower before I go." He stopped at the foot of the bed, and I followed him with my eyes.
"Leave?" His tone was one of surprise. I gathered the strength I had left to sit up in bed, covered my chest with the sheet, and adjusted my hair to the side.
"Yes, I have to get home. You don't worry because you live alone, but I have rules to follow."
"Wow," he whispered, concerned. "I thought you'd stay..."
"Why would you think that?" I smiled, a bit amused by his words.
"Because it's our first real date?" His innocence made me want to get up and smother him with kisses.
"Well, it's clear we didn't follow the steps of a 'first date,'" I made air quotes. "I think when you have sex, it's like the twentieth date."
His eyes widened.
"Twentieth date?" I burst out laughing at his reaction. "You're pulling my leg, Miss Bradley." He jumped onto the bed, and I tried to escape him, but he was too fast. With one swift move, he pulled the sheet that covered my nakedness for a moment, then started kissing and touching me. I gasped as he trailed kisses down my neck, then my shoulders, and ended up sucking on my breasts. It was as if he would never feel satisfied. "I want another round..." he whispered as he moved up and sucked on my earlobe.
"You don't have any more condoms; you used the one your brother gave you, and it would be too embarrassing to ask your security chief for more..." I tried to suppress a smile at his earlier confession.
"I can stop before I come..." I stopped him then.
"No, no, no," Jackson raised an eyebrow.
"I can do it, I promise..."
"And if you can't? You know I could get pregnant?" He paled.
"Well, then, if that happens..."
"Get me pregnant?" I exclaimed, alarmed.
"No, no, if I can't stop, I can buy the morning-after pill, and that way we avoid you getting... pregnant." His face paled even more as he said "pregnant."
"Why don't we just stop being like two rabbits having a lot of sex and wait for the next date when we're prepared? You can buy condoms that fit you and several boxes." I smiled, and so did he, but then I could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes, though he tried to hide it well.
"Sure, sure... I promise to be more prepared next time. Besides," he cleared his throat, "I don't want you to feel suffocated by me not stopping touching you," he leaned in to leave a kiss on my lips, "or kissing you..."
"And if you keep going like this..." he then stopped.
"I know..." he sighed, "you're addictive." I smiled at his words.
"Well then... I'll take a shower and get going."
"What if you call home and stay? It's night, it would be prudent to take you home early tomorrow, besides it's the weekend, no work and..."
"You know if I stay, we might give in to the urge to do it?" I bit my lip as he pondered.
"Stay," he finally said with a new smile on his lips, one I hadn't seen before. It was incredibly sexy, and under that beard, you could discreetly see the lines beside his lips when he smiled.
"I don't know, let me think about it..." He arched an eyebrow, cupped my face, and kissed me. I tried to end it, but he intensified it. He had gotten much better at kissing; even I had become addicted to his kisses or to kissing him. When it ended, he left a kiss on my forehead. "Alright, alright. I need a phone to call."
"Perfect," he stretched and handed me the cordless phone. "I'll get protection and something to eat..."
"Please, I'm really hungry..." He got off the bed and put on his boxers. Before leaving the room, he tried to get into a pair of plaid pajama pants, and then, after putting them on, he clumsily put on his t-shirt. I let out a laugh at his awkwardness. He didn't say where he was going, he just left. I covered myself with the sheet again and looked at the phone in my hand. My heart pounded as I tried to control my nerves. What would I tell my parents? I decided to call Leah instead. I started dialing her cell number, messing up three times because I hesitated on the last digit. Then I heard her voice. "Leah?"
"Where are you? Do you know how worried we are?" Her tone was filled with concern.
"I know, I know. I left my cell phone at the office. I couldn't go back because I left the company car lights on, and the battery died. I'm almost two hours from the city."
"What? With whom?" I heard my parents' voices asking if I was okay. She covered the phone to quickly explain what had happened. "Dad says we can come get you. Where are you?"
"No, no," I had to lie to my sister for the first time. "I'm with Maxine, my boss, at her house in the Hamptons. She usually comes here on weekends, and since she asked me to cover for her at a house where they had to deliver some furniture, she realized and brought me to her house, which is ten minutes away so I could call you."
"How kind, give me the address so we can pick you up."
"She'll take me back in the morning," then Leah said something.
"Sweetie?" It was my mom.
"Yes, mom, I'm fine."
"I think it's better if she brings you in the morning. We shouldn't risk anyone traveling from there to here or here to there at night," my dad interrupted.
"Sweetie, won't she mind if you stay there tonight?"
"Of course not, she offered me a place to stay and told me to call you so you wouldn't worry." "You'll go to hell for lying, Bradley."
"Yes, how kind of her. Next time, you should invite her for tea or dinner to thank her for such a gesture. Not everyone would do that."
"Yes, dad. So, we'll see each other tomorrow, okay?"
"Yes, sweetie, of course. Rest well and thank her on our behalf for what she's done."
"Yes, I'll tell her..." Then dad handed the phone to Leah.
"Alright, let us know if anything comes up," Leah said.
"Thanks, Leah. See you tomorrow." I ended the call, feeling like a bad daughter and a bad sister. I had never lied to Leah or my parents, well, I had omitted a big part of what happened with Oliver, but it was to avoid worrying them. I let out a long sigh and then heard footsteps approaching. It was Jackson. He had a big smile on his lips and waved a long strip of condoms in their packages in the air. I covered my face, blushing, and laughed as I removed my hands. "Jackson," I said, looking at him standing at the foot of the bed.
"We won't have to worry about you getting pregnant." I smiled again. "Did you call home?"
"Yes, I did. I need to be home tomorrow..."
"Of course, whenever you want to go, we'll go." He moved closer to me. "Do you want to eat?"
"We need to clean up the mess downstairs." He frowned.
"It's already been cleaned, so don't worry. My housekeeper left more food in the oven, so...we can take a quick shower..." He leaned in to capture my lips, and as he pulled away, he sighed, never breaking eye contact. "Unless..."
"What?" I whispered close to his face.
"Unless you want to eat first, then shower."
"If we're going to end up in bed with either of those options," I licked my lips, "let's eat first and then...whatever comes next."