A Different Take
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M through R › Red Eye
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,800
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Red Eye, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Different Take
A Different Take
Lisa watched Jackson moving above her, tenderly kissing her jaw, her cheek, his eyelashes fluttering along her nose and lips and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt big, fat tears slip from her eyes and leave greasy trails down into her hairline. She had to make him stop. She had to get him to listen. She had to get him to do it right or she was leaving – no matter what it took. The fear welled in her anew. Maybe he wasn’t the man she thought he was. Maybe she had misunderstood. Possibly what she had taken for lies had been truth and what she had wanted to be truth had been lies. Bastard.
It was time to find out. She moved her hands from his back to his thick collar bones and pushed him up to fully face her as she clenched her cunt down hard around him and tightened her thighs. His breath drew in sharply and then he swore gruffly on the exhale, “Fuck, Lisa…what’s that? Are-“
“So help me God, Jack, if you ask me if I’m ok, I’m gonna-“
He stopped her with a quiet, no nonsense kiss, his broad hand lingering along her jaw, and attempted to move inside her. She tightened further, wedging him deep and he stopped pulling and his mouth was smiling down at her but his eyes were not. “What’s this, Leese? Spill it. We don’t have much time for fun n games.”
Lisa watched as he worked to hitch that smile up into his eyes and merely ended up grinding his teeth together instead. She felt her chin tremble and loathed her own weakness. She nearly retched as she heard the temerity shaking her voice, “I….I-I need your attention.”
He arched his eyebrows and wiped a blunt-tipped finger through a tear track along her temple, “I would say you have it…you’ve always had it. Is that what you need to talk about? Now?” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and pop her in the jaw. He had not taken Lisa to wax romantic when an orgasm was on the line. Maybe he had misunderstood. Possibly, she had been lying to him. It rankled. Bitch.
Lisa couldn’t speak. She felt her chin wobbling and worked her tongue against the inside of her lower teeth, willing the request to die in her throat. It did. But, she couldn’t stop her hands. They seemed to move of their own accord, pulling at his left hand, dragging it up the length of her body, to place that heavy, hot palm high against her throat, pressing those thick, muscled fingers around her neck, his knuckles shoved against her chin.
Jackson felt her throat bob as she swallowed and then her eyes blinked rapidly and she met his gaze. She hadn’t lied. She didn’t want to talk at all. She wanted – His. Attention. Relief sang through his body and he tightened his hand, testing the movement until she winced, pressing a bit more as her eyes squeezed shut again and she was arching beneath him. He flexed his palm and she drew a ragged breath and groaned so low he felt it like a growl vibrating through her body.
For a moment, he watched them together from outside himself, and his brain rang like a bell – and, she began to move her hips and he was dropped back inside himself with a thud as she wrestled against him. Fulcrummed as he was inside her he couldn’t afford her much room but she was vicious in her movements and brought her legs up - nearly breaking his ribs and popping his shoulders on the way as first one lithe limb wrapped around his neck and then the other. Her cunt was tipped vertically under him but he realized too late what she was about. His head was wedged between her knees and it was her turn to squeeze - first her cunt clenched on his cock and then her legs glued around him without remorse, without mercy.
Jackson shook his head trying to clear it but it was no use. Her legs pulled him closer, down, his nose pressed against the side of hers. Her hands moved – one on his clenched jaw, the other snaking around to his ass, pushing him into her even more deeply as she worked him inside her. He snarled against her face, pulsing his palm against her throat, and was rewarded with that deep vibrating growl. He could feel a change in her rhythm. She was getting closer. And, so was he. He tried to breathe and relax his abdominal muscles, to prolong it but it was as if she felt his mounting control and resisted it on his behalf.
Lisa’s hand moved from his face, pushing him away slightly so he could watch its graceful progress to her own leg, those small strong fingers gliding along her thigh and up to her knee and then disappearing behind his head into his thick hair. Her eyes were unfathomable as she twined that hand deep into his hair and wrenched him down to her again. She allowed the thought then – what does it mean that I want him like this? She pushed it away pragmatically. The fact was: Lisa did want him like this. And, more. Much, much more. This was just the beginning. As if answering herself, she spoke.
Her voice was a choking rasp and Jackson wasn’t sure if he wasn’t merely feeling her words through his hand, her voice box breaking in Morse code inside his fist. It didn’t matter. She was clear all the same, “Do it, Jack…ask me for more…ask.”
Sweat slipped across Jackson’s vision and a dark war broke inside him. His white knuckles blazed in bright relief against the underside of her chin. He wanted to strangle her and release these python legs, trapping him here against this buttery churn of a cunt and yet…his words tumbled out in a snarling mass of their own accord, “Fuck yes, Lisa, more…”
Lisa’s answering growl lit him up as she bent his head back and buried her mouth against his throat –her lips, tongue, teeth pulsing in a biting sucking kiss that blinded him with its deep desire to consume him. She pressed her own neck more ruthlessly against his ever-squeezing hand as she moved in her own stark trail along his Adam’s apple and into the hollow of his throat, her knees pulling him down relentlessly, her cunt opening one last notch – he seemed to edge into her then, giving over the last brief measure of his cock to her possession.
She pulled his orgasm from him. He felt is drag up the length of his cock and begin to spill into her – she clamped down like a vise and Jackson could, literally, not come or go, negate or accept. He pressed his face into her thigh and grunted once – his breath frozen inside his lungs as if poisoned by smoke, smothered by fire.
Her coming had always been something she had asked for, something he did for her, to her - her whispers from their previous love-making shivered through his memory “Jackson please, make me cum…please please”…But, this was different. This time, she was taking it. Jackson flexed his fingers around her throat and pushed against her as if to break her and her growl became a whimpering moan. He had it now, as she held him tight, his orgasm in tableau, held off at her order. Her wish now became his will and he ground against her, slow inch by grinding slow inch. She was biting at his nipples and her hand was in a fist against the firm flesh of his hip and the words slipped from her choking throat in command and desire, echoing him, transcending him, “Fuck yes, Jack…more, now…I want you…more…ask me ask me…”
His mind clouded over again, what had been ringingly clear a moment ago became muted, ephemeral and he found he did want it, wanted her - for the briefest moment – on her terms – and he whispered it like magic against her knee, “Please, Leese…please.”
Lisa grew still, soaking up his gasping brief plead as if she were dying from a drowning thirst. For Jackson, her emerging orgasm was an exquisite gravitational pause. And, then, the tension arced through Lisa – unbinding her yet coalescing her - in the same shuddering moment, against him, under him, around him, releasing him. They spasmed and moved - intertwined, strangling - wet and dragging in from the rain together.
Lisa watched Jackson moving above her, tenderly kissing her jaw, her cheek, his eyelashes fluttering along her nose and lips and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt big, fat tears slip from her eyes and leave greasy trails down into her hairline. She had to make him stop. She had to get him to listen. She had to get him to do it right or she was leaving – no matter what it took. The fear welled in her anew. Maybe he wasn’t the man she thought he was. Maybe she had misunderstood. Possibly what she had taken for lies had been truth and what she had wanted to be truth had been lies. Bastard.
It was time to find out. She moved her hands from his back to his thick collar bones and pushed him up to fully face her as she clenched her cunt down hard around him and tightened her thighs. His breath drew in sharply and then he swore gruffly on the exhale, “Fuck, Lisa…what’s that? Are-“
“So help me God, Jack, if you ask me if I’m ok, I’m gonna-“
He stopped her with a quiet, no nonsense kiss, his broad hand lingering along her jaw, and attempted to move inside her. She tightened further, wedging him deep and he stopped pulling and his mouth was smiling down at her but his eyes were not. “What’s this, Leese? Spill it. We don’t have much time for fun n games.”
Lisa watched as he worked to hitch that smile up into his eyes and merely ended up grinding his teeth together instead. She felt her chin tremble and loathed her own weakness. She nearly retched as she heard the temerity shaking her voice, “I….I-I need your attention.”
He arched his eyebrows and wiped a blunt-tipped finger through a tear track along her temple, “I would say you have it…you’ve always had it. Is that what you need to talk about? Now?” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and pop her in the jaw. He had not taken Lisa to wax romantic when an orgasm was on the line. Maybe he had misunderstood. Possibly, she had been lying to him. It rankled. Bitch.
Lisa couldn’t speak. She felt her chin wobbling and worked her tongue against the inside of her lower teeth, willing the request to die in her throat. It did. But, she couldn’t stop her hands. They seemed to move of their own accord, pulling at his left hand, dragging it up the length of her body, to place that heavy, hot palm high against her throat, pressing those thick, muscled fingers around her neck, his knuckles shoved against her chin.
Jackson felt her throat bob as she swallowed and then her eyes blinked rapidly and she met his gaze. She hadn’t lied. She didn’t want to talk at all. She wanted – His. Attention. Relief sang through his body and he tightened his hand, testing the movement until she winced, pressing a bit more as her eyes squeezed shut again and she was arching beneath him. He flexed his palm and she drew a ragged breath and groaned so low he felt it like a growl vibrating through her body.
For a moment, he watched them together from outside himself, and his brain rang like a bell – and, she began to move her hips and he was dropped back inside himself with a thud as she wrestled against him. Fulcrummed as he was inside her he couldn’t afford her much room but she was vicious in her movements and brought her legs up - nearly breaking his ribs and popping his shoulders on the way as first one lithe limb wrapped around his neck and then the other. Her cunt was tipped vertically under him but he realized too late what she was about. His head was wedged between her knees and it was her turn to squeeze - first her cunt clenched on his cock and then her legs glued around him without remorse, without mercy.
Jackson shook his head trying to clear it but it was no use. Her legs pulled him closer, down, his nose pressed against the side of hers. Her hands moved – one on his clenched jaw, the other snaking around to his ass, pushing him into her even more deeply as she worked him inside her. He snarled against her face, pulsing his palm against her throat, and was rewarded with that deep vibrating growl. He could feel a change in her rhythm. She was getting closer. And, so was he. He tried to breathe and relax his abdominal muscles, to prolong it but it was as if she felt his mounting control and resisted it on his behalf.
Lisa’s hand moved from his face, pushing him away slightly so he could watch its graceful progress to her own leg, those small strong fingers gliding along her thigh and up to her knee and then disappearing behind his head into his thick hair. Her eyes were unfathomable as she twined that hand deep into his hair and wrenched him down to her again. She allowed the thought then – what does it mean that I want him like this? She pushed it away pragmatically. The fact was: Lisa did want him like this. And, more. Much, much more. This was just the beginning. As if answering herself, she spoke.
Her voice was a choking rasp and Jackson wasn’t sure if he wasn’t merely feeling her words through his hand, her voice box breaking in Morse code inside his fist. It didn’t matter. She was clear all the same, “Do it, Jack…ask me for more…ask.”
Sweat slipped across Jackson’s vision and a dark war broke inside him. His white knuckles blazed in bright relief against the underside of her chin. He wanted to strangle her and release these python legs, trapping him here against this buttery churn of a cunt and yet…his words tumbled out in a snarling mass of their own accord, “Fuck yes, Lisa, more…”
Lisa’s answering growl lit him up as she bent his head back and buried her mouth against his throat –her lips, tongue, teeth pulsing in a biting sucking kiss that blinded him with its deep desire to consume him. She pressed her own neck more ruthlessly against his ever-squeezing hand as she moved in her own stark trail along his Adam’s apple and into the hollow of his throat, her knees pulling him down relentlessly, her cunt opening one last notch – he seemed to edge into her then, giving over the last brief measure of his cock to her possession.
She pulled his orgasm from him. He felt is drag up the length of his cock and begin to spill into her – she clamped down like a vise and Jackson could, literally, not come or go, negate or accept. He pressed his face into her thigh and grunted once – his breath frozen inside his lungs as if poisoned by smoke, smothered by fire.
Her coming had always been something she had asked for, something he did for her, to her - her whispers from their previous love-making shivered through his memory “Jackson please, make me cum…please please”…But, this was different. This time, she was taking it. Jackson flexed his fingers around her throat and pushed against her as if to break her and her growl became a whimpering moan. He had it now, as she held him tight, his orgasm in tableau, held off at her order. Her wish now became his will and he ground against her, slow inch by grinding slow inch. She was biting at his nipples and her hand was in a fist against the firm flesh of his hip and the words slipped from her choking throat in command and desire, echoing him, transcending him, “Fuck yes, Jack…more, now…I want you…more…ask me ask me…”
His mind clouded over again, what had been ringingly clear a moment ago became muted, ephemeral and he found he did want it, wanted her - for the briefest moment – on her terms – and he whispered it like magic against her knee, “Please, Leese…please.”
Lisa grew still, soaking up his gasping brief plead as if she were dying from a drowning thirst. For Jackson, her emerging orgasm was an exquisite gravitational pause. And, then, the tension arced through Lisa – unbinding her yet coalescing her - in the same shuddering moment, against him, under him, around him, releasing him. They spasmed and moved - intertwined, strangling - wet and dragging in from the rain together.