#noteasing

Lydia had enjoyed teasing Jackson a little; at least it took their minds off of all the craziness going on around them. She was almost afraid to open the door at this point.

Jackson kept his head laid against the door with a smile. "Open the door Lydia."

Lydia put her head against the door too, smiling. "Do you remember that day at school when you pulled me into the closet and covered my mouth with your hand? I was so scared until you started kissing my neck. I knew who you were just by your lips. You never let me turn around, your hands running down my body and ripping my panties away. I screamed so loud when I came, but you kept your hand over my mouth and no one ever knew."

Jackson felt his body tighten. "Of course I remember. I held you up for almost five minutes because your legs were too weak to stand. Do you remember any of the other times?"

Lydia laughed. "You want to walk down memory lane?" she asked him. She put her hands against the door. "I remember the night you snuck into my bedroom while my parents were still awake. I had just gotten out of the shower and you scared me to death. You pushed me on the bed and kissed every part of my body...I put the pillow over my head but my dad still heard my scream and knocked on my door asking if I was okay. You refused to stop, your tongue still licking me while my dad was standing outside the door." She smiled. "You're crazy."

Jackson ran his fingers against the door with a smile. "Remember last year, after that dance? We were in my car and you just couldn't wait until we got back to my place. You kept pushing your head down and hitting the steering wheel. You're lucky we didn't die Martin."

Lydia nodded, biting her lip. "I love it when you spent the night and I wake up wet with your hands teasing me, right before you slid into me." She smiled. "And I like to wake you up with my mouth on you. You thrash around and moan while you sleep. I love having that sort of power over you," she admitted.

Jackson swallowed hard, his voice low with want. "Baby open the door, please?" He pulled his length from his shorts, stroking himself slowly as he grinned. "I like when your mouth is around me. When I'm in the back of your throat- Lydia."

Lydia grinned. "I like that too. Almost as much as I like it when you push into me from behind." Her hand went to the door and she flipped the lock. "Come out if you want."

Jackson stroked himself faster, his breathing growing rapid. "Open the door and I'll bend you over right now." He heard the lock click and grinned. "Open it. I have a surprise."

Lydia took a deep breath and opened the door slowly. Her eyes widened as she looked down, seeing that he was hard and ready.

Jackson smirked, his hand keeping it's pace. "What's it take to get some help around here?"

Lydia grinned, stepping towards him and knocked his hand away, replacing it with her own. She leaned up and kissed him as she stroked him. "These lips will help you out a little, but what will I get in return?" she asked him.

Jackson kissed her back his hand moving to grip her firm ass. "If those lips help me out, my tongue will help you. Or I'll fuck you from behind." He kept his eyes on hers, the want and hunger in his voice apparent.

Lydia nodded, her lips moving down his neck. She slowly moved to her knees, looking up at him. "I think we can work something out," she said, her tongue licking his tip before sliding down his shaft. She took all of him she could, feeling him hit the back of her throat before pulling back.

Jackson grabbed the girls hair, pulling it into his hands as she went down on him. He pushed his hips forward, smiling. "Fuck Lydia. Keep going."

Lydia smiled around him, her lips continuing to move on him. His body trembled under her hands, letting her know how much he was enjoying it.

Jackson 's body jerked as he hit the back of her throat. He looked down, pulling her hair gently. "Go bend over your kitchen table."

Lydia pulled her mouth away from him, licking him one last time. Standing, she kept her eyes on him as she walked backwards until she reached the table. She slid her shorts down and off, her eyes still not leaving his. Her shirt and bra came off next, turning around and slowly pulling her panties down.

Jackson stepped out of his shorts and boxers, throwing his shirt to the floor with a grin. He walked up behind the girl, smacking her ass and sighing as her body shook. He looked at her and then at the table. "Are you wet enough?"

Lydia pushed back into him. "One way to find out."

Jackson smirked, pushing his tip against her wet opening. "What did you do when I was locked up?"

Lydia "Thought about this," she said, her head dropping to the table. She moaned softly when he touched her.

Jackson "Thought about me fucking you from behind?" He slid his length into her hard, thrusting quickly and gripping her waist.

Lydia opened her mouth to answer him but cried out instead as he thrust into her, biting her lip as she pushed her hips back into him.

Jackson squeezed her waist as he pounded into her. He pulled her body against his, wanting to be deeper.

Lydia 's breasts slid against the cool surface of the table as he rammed into her, whimpering. Her hands moved behind her, struggling to hold on to him.

Jackson smiled down at the girl below him as he continued to push into her. "Still like it?" Jackson moved his hand to the front of her body, finding her clit. He pressed his thumb against her before rubbing with in time with his thrusts.

Lydia nodded, screaming as he touched her. "Yes, Jackson, yes," she moaned. Her head fell back against the table as her breath came out in sobs. "Baby..."

Jackson closed his eyes as his hips took control over his mind; with every word she spoke, Jackson could feel himself pushing into her harder. He laid his hand out against her, rubbing in a shaky circular motion.

Lydia almost passed out as her climax hit her hard. She screamed loudly, the heat pouring through her and making her body weak.

Jackson continued to thrust into her until he had came. His breathing remained hard but his body still felt ready. He kissed down her back and whispered in her ear, "How did that feel?"

Lydia rose, her back pressing against him. "You feel amazing," she told him. "You always do."

Jackson pushed his hips against her playfully. "When do I get to see my girlfriend on top of me again?"

Lydia closed her eyes as she laid her head back against his shoulder. "When do you want to?"

Jackson smirked. "Right now."

Lydia laughed, her body still tingling from her orgasm. She turned around, looking up at him. "You think you could handle it?"

Jackson nodded, cupping her breast in his hand and squeezing. "I can handle /anything/ you throw at me right now."

Lydia moaned softly at his touch. She walked him back to a kitchen chair, pushing him down into it. She straddled him, her hands framing his face as she kissed him, her tongue teasing his. "Does this count?" she asked as she rubbed herself against him.

Jackson swallowed hard after he sat down. He wrapped his arms around her, pushing his hips into her as much as he could from the position he was in. He nodded slightly as he sucked on her tongue, finally pulling back and looking at her body. "Think you can make me finish again?"

Lydia smiled down at him. "Is that a serious question?" She rolled her hips against him, moaning when he slid against her wetness. "You want me?" she asked, breathing hard.

Jackson closed his eyes for a moment, the feel of her opening sliding along his length. He leaned forward, biting down on her shoulder and smiling. "I want to be inside of you."

Lydia 's breath caught in her throat. "We can do that," she said, lifting her hips and sliding back down onto him. She cried out, her forehead resting against his. "God Jackson, you feel so good," she said, her hips rocking on his.

Jackson squeezed her ass as she slid down his length, his entire body trembling from the feel of her again. He smiled against her lips and whispered. "Ride me fast."

Lydia nodded, her hips already beginning to move faster. She moved back, crying out as she arched her back, her breasts bouncing as she moved.

Jackson leaned forward to take her breast into his mouth. He licked around her nipple before sucking on it and biting gently.

Lydia 's head fell back as she rode him, her hands cupping his head and holding it to her breast. He filled her completely, every move of her hips taking him deeper.

Jackson gripped her breast in his hand as he sucked on her nipple. He kept his lips pressed against her until he pulled away to let his head fall back. He groaned loudly, her name leaving his lips with every bounce.

Lydia rode him faster, crying out sharply with every thrust. She closed her eyes as her body grew tense, close to the edge.

Jackson raised his head, his eyes never leaving her body as he started pushing his own hips up into her.

Lydia 's mouth fell open as he moved, gasping. Her hands moved to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

Jackson kissed up her arms, biting her shoulder once more as his hips bucked wildly under her body.

Lydia moaned loudly as she came, her hips grinding down into his.

Jackson grabbed her ass, holding her down on him as he came once again, this time his voice filling with room with her name.

Lydia dropped her head over onto his shoulder, trying to breathe.

Jackson kissed her skin and whispered. "I love you."

Lydia smiled, nodding. "I love you too," she whispered.

Jackson placed a soft kiss to her lips before holding her tightly and laying his forehead against her chin.

Lydia "We're going to be okay," she told him, her heart slowing down a bit. "I know it."

Jackson nodded and looked up at her. "I know we are Lydia. As long as you keep locking me up at night, everything will be okay."

Lydia smiled. "I'll lock you up every night if this is what happens when you get out."

Jackson shook his head and traced his fingertip down the front of her body. "You started it babe."

Lydia smiled. "I finished it, too."

Jackson rolled his eyes playfully before kissing her once. "Finish it more often."

Lydia leaned over, pressing her breasts against his chest. "We'll see."

Jackson looked down at her chest before looking back into her eyes. "Hopefully soon."

Lydia laughed, shaking her head. "Greedy," she said. "I like it."

Jackson shrugged weakly. "It's not my fault my girlfriend is so amazing at what she does."

Lydia kissed him again. "It's completely your fault that I turn into this person."

Jackson shook his head with his lips pressed against hers. "We're both equal to blame."

Lydia laughed. "Agreed. Maybe we should shower now," she suggested, arching her brow at him. "We're both kind of dirty."

Jackson smiled at the thought of seeing the water run off of her body. He nodded and started to stand, holding onto her body as he lifted her. "And you think showering together is going to get us any cleaner?"

Lydia grinned. "Maybe not to start with, but we'd get clean eventually."