Sleet Kitten: Book One of the Sleet Series

Dinner passed quickly while we devoured our meals and talked about our careers. I told Jackson more about what it takes to edit romance novels and how much I love working from home. I told him about some of the favorite books that I’ve worked on, and how it can be difficult to juggle deadlines. 

I learned more about the demanding schedule Jackson has during the season. He had practice early this morning, which is why he was able to spend the rest of the day with me. He has practice again tomorrow morning, before flying out East for two nights of away games. 

It’s no surprise that he spends most of his off season traveling with his mama. In the past, they’d go visit Steph, but – now that she’s here, too – they go wherever they want. Which of course lead to us discussing the places we’ve been and places we would like to go.

It was a nice dinner. A great dinner. The entire day, since the moment he picked me up, has been a dream. I feel like I can talk about anything with Jackson. And I find myself anxious to hear what he has to say in return. 

He’s just so… good. A good guy. Good son. Good brother. Good kisser… Which is where I feel like I slip from reality and into fantasy. The sexual chemistry, and tension, between us is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Just a single look from him. One press of his hand. One kiss, and my heart is racing. Even just his voice, the brush of air against my neck when he bends close to talk. The sensations keep compounding, and I feel like we’ve been on the precipice of tipping past foreplay all day. He is driving me home right now, and if he decides to drop me off, ending our date at the doorstep, I think I might die.

We’ve driven back in relative silence. Both feeling the unseen webs of lust building between us. When we got in the car, Jackson turned on the radio for the first time all day, letting the quiet music fill the space. Then he took my hand, interlaced our fingers, and has been holding it ever since.

I force myself to stop biting my lip when the car slows and Jackson pulls up to my house. He puts the car in park and shuts off the engine. Looking over to me, we make eye contact for the first time since leaving the restaurant.

I slowly release the breath I’ve been holding. “Would you like to come inside?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

It’s torture waiting for him to walk around to open my door. When he does, he holds his hand out to help me down. He’s looking at me like he wants to kiss me. But he doesn’t. Instead he leads me to my door and waits for me to unlock it. 

Silently we enter my house, removing our jackets and boots. I always leave a few lamps on, so the house is filled with dim lighting. And tension. So much sexual tension.

We’re still standing near my front door, facing each other. Eyeing each other.

I wet my lips. “Would you like a drink?”

Jackson shakes his head. “No.”

“Would you like to sit?”

Jackson steps closer. “No.”

“Would you like a tour?”

Jackson steps closer still. “No.”

“Would you like to see my bedroom?”

“Yes.”

Smirking, with my heart nearly beating out of my chest, I take off running down the hallway.

I’m not even sure why I do it. The anticipation between us was too much and I couldn’t think of a mature way to respond.

I don’t make it more than a few strides before Jackson’s arms are cinched around my waist, and he’s lifting me off the ground.

He growls into my ear, “Now, now, Kitten, you shouldn’t have done that.” 

He nips the side of my neck.

I suppress a giggle. “My, what big teeth you have.”

“Mmmm, all the better to eat you with, my pretty.”

Fucking hell. 

I feel a tremble run through my body at his choice of words.

With only a couple doors to pick from, Jackson chooses correctly and carries me into my bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed he loosens his grip and oh-so-slowly slides me down his body. His chest to my back. 

As my ass slides down against his straining cock, I arch into him. With his hand spread across my stomach, Jackson pulls me tight against him. I can feel him rock his hips into me. His other hand is sliding up my stomach, reaching my breast, where he squeezes just hard enough to send a jolt straight to my core.

“Kitten.” He kisses my neck. “My sweet, gorgeous Kitten.” Another kiss. “I can’t wait to have you bent over, ass in the air, your hair wrapped around my fist, as I fuck you from behind.”

My words come out as a choked whisper, “I want that too.”

Jackson drags his nose up the side of my neck. “But not tonight.”

“Jackson, I swear to god, if you think you’re just going to finger me again and leave, I might have to hurt you.”

Releasing me, Jackson slaps my ass, then turns me around to face him. 

“Don’t you worry, Kitten.” He grabs a hold of the bottom of my sweater and pulls it up over my head. “I’m going to fuck you tonight.” He reaches back and unhooks my bra. Letting it fall, he lets out a groan. “But it won’t be from behind.” He cups both my breasts in his giant hands, running a thumb over each nipple. He groans again. Louder. “I want to be able to look at you.” He drops to his knees in front of me. Gripping my sides, he kisses my stomach. “I want to see the look on your face when I slide into you.” He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down, helping me to step out of them. 

With his hands on my ass he pulls me forward and kisses me. Right where I need him. If his hands weren’t on me I would collapse. Or combust. There’s only a thin, lacy layer between his mouth and my skin but instead of dulling the sensation, it adds to it. The friction is nearly too much. 

I grip at his hair, making sounds I’ll later be embarrassed for. I can feel his dark chuckle vibrate against me before he pulls away. Leaning back, he slowly – tortuously slowly – drags my panties down. Revealing all of me to him.

Sitting back on his heels, Jackson traces every inch of me with his eyes. Jackson Wilder, on his knees in front of me, fully clothed, while I stand here naked.

Looking back up into my eyes, Jackson stands. “Get on the bed.”

For once, I do as I’m told. 

Sitting on the bed, I slide back until I’m in the middle before lying down. Jackson doesn’t look away as he starts to strip. With one hand, he reaches back. Taking hold of his sweater, he pulls it off in one swift motion. Fuck me. He’s big and broad and completely male. He has dark chest hair and a hard body. The real, muscular body of a man. 

He starts to undo his pants, then pauses. I prop myself up on my elbows. What the hell is he pausing for!? He extracts a condom from somewhere in his pocket, and tosses it on to the bed next to me. Oh, okay, smart man. Mine are in the bathroom. Which is a dumb place for them now that I think about it. But I’m no longer thinking about it, because now Jackson is kicking his pants off. He’s left in just a pair of black boxer briefs. And they’re doing nothing to conceal his very large, very hard cock. I don’t have long to fantasize though, because a second later he tucks his thumbs in either side of his briefs and pulls them down.

Um… Yikes. 

This man is huge. Everywhere. I mean he doesn’t have a weird freaky dick that I’m afraid won’t fit. But it’s big. Like really big. And although I’m sure it will fit, I’m also pretty sure it will hurt. It’s been a while since I’ve slept with a guy, and now I’m starting to question if this is a good idea.

Jackson must sense my hesitation, because he grins. “Don’t worry, Kitten. I’ll get you good and ready for me.” Then he strokes his cock. One slow, long stroke from tip to base. And holy fucking fuck gods, I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

Jackson steps to the foot of the bed and looks at me for a long moment. “Spread your legs for me.”

I do. I’m feeling uncharacteristically obedient.

Jackson kneels on the bed, towering over me, staring at my exposed sex. 

I’ve never been more on display, but I’ve also never been less self conscious of myself. The way Jackson is looking at me is filled with reverence. And heat.

Lowering himself, I see where this is going, and I could not be more excited. With his face just above my pussy, Jackson slides an arm under each of my legs. Reaching around, so his hands are on my inner thighs, he pulls them open even further. I’m pretty sure I am an embarrassing level of wet right now. But I don’t care. And Jackson kills every thought in my brain when he presses his tongue against my pussy and licks, with one long, sweeping motion all the way up to my clit.

I let out a cry of surprise and involuntarily try to bring my legs together. Jackson’s grip holds firm, keeping my thighs spread for him. I knew exactly what he was going to do, but the feeling was electric. I wasn’t prepared. I’m still not prepared as he does it again. And again.

I can feel Jackson’s groans as they roll through my core. “You taste so fucking good.” Lick. “Like sex and sunshine.” Lick. “And everything sweet in the world.” 

Just when I think this can’t possibly get better, he grips my legs tighter and presses his face harder against me, focusing all of his attention on my clit. I quickly begin to lose my grip on reality. I think I’m chanting his name, or pleading, or maybe it’s all in my head. But when he slides one of those big fat fingers in me, I come undone. I moan, and shake, and see stars, and he doesn’t let up until the last tremor has left my body.

I don’t know when I shut my eyes, but when I pry them open I’m instantly met with Jackson’s gaze. I didn’t feel him untangle himself from me, or crawl up my body, but he’s right there. Using his large muscled arms to brace himself over me.

“Watching you come like that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,’ he pants. 

Then he kisses me. Hard.

I can taste myself on him. It should be weird, or gross, or shocking, but it’s not. It’s hot. Carnal. It’s a reminder of what he just did. How he just made me feel. Having a man like Jackson marvel over me, gives me a high like I’ve never experienced. 

Too soon, he’s breaking away from the kiss. I want to tug him back to me, but then he reaches for the condom. 

Ohmygod, this is it. 

He rips open the package and slowly rolls it on.

Squeezing the base of his cock, he exhales a loud breath. “You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted this. After having my fingers in you last night, this is all I’ve been able to think about. Getting to taste you just now, that was fuel on the fire. I’m gonna try to go slow with you, Kitten. You just make sure to tell me what you like.”

I nod. I’m beyond words right now. With his dick in his hand, Jackson looks down and rubs himself up and down my entrance a few times. As he pushes the head of his cock into me, I feel the slight burn of stretching. He’s big. I’m dripping wet, but he’s still really big. With just the first couple inches inside of me, Jackson leans down and braces his weight on either side of my head. He presses in another inch.

“Open your eyes, Kitten. Look at me.”

I didn’t even realize that I had squeezed them shut again. Looking up, I stare directly into Jackson’s pale blue eyes.

“Relax.”

I do. He bends down to kiss me. As I open my mouth to deepen the kiss, he pushes in the rest of the way. Oh holy shitballs. I can’t help it. I cry out. I’m gripping his back so tightly, I can feel my fingernails digging into his skin. I don’t think he cares, or notices. Jackson has his forehead pressed against mine, and his body is still, giving me a moment to adjust.

“You okay?” he breathes.

“Yes. Yes, yes. You’re so big.”

He groans. “Fuck, baby.”

Then he starts to move.

My body hasn’t adjusted fully, and even though he feels like heaven, I feel myself tensing. But then he’s kissing me. His mouth moving against mine in time with his body moving inside of me. The magic of his lips against mine calms my body. There’s no pain left, just Jackson. 

He’s surrounding me. I feel him everywhere, and I feel my heart shifting along new faultlines. Making room for him. 

This doesn’t feel like he’s fucking me. This feels like he’s making love to me. I’m stunned when I suddenly feel tears pricking my eyes. So I hold Jackson tighter and kiss him harder, in an effort to hide my overwhelming reaction to him.