Follow-up to Chapter 48. Strawberries and chocolate, and sauce.
"I can't believe you ordered everything on the menu."
Jackson smirks, joining her on the bed and pulling her legs across his lap. She lies down against the comfy bed sheets, hair sprawled and eyes wide.
"Well, I was very hungry." She softly laughs at that, opening her mouth a fraction when he lifts a strawberry to her mouth.
"Oh my Jesus, that's delicious." April closes her eyes in delight, a small moan escaping her throat.
"See?"
She swallows the fruit, licking her lips from the taste of the chocolate cover, "Give me another one."
He picks up another one, holding it in front of her mouth, "What am I gonna get in return?"
She squints up at him from her position, tapping her bare legs in his lap.
"You can use the sauce."
"Really?"
"Yes," She agrees, eyes flickering between his own and the fruit, "Now gimme the damn strawberry."
Jackson places it against her lips, "Slowly."
The red head slowly opens her mouth again, tongue touching the edge of the fruit and teeth slowly sinking into the chocolate sauce around it. She stares up at him, carefully licking the chocolate that drips down his fingers, "Is this turning you on right now?"
Granted, she's never been much of a risk-taker, but he somehow always manages to bring out her inner wildcat when he gets her alone. Maybe it's her hormones, or the look in his eyes, or the simple need to be touched that's becoming too overbearing, too strong, too powerful.
"Yeah." His voice is low and he keeps staring at her mouth, watching as she takes another bite of the red fruit, "Are you trying to kill me?"
"You were the one who wanted room service." She reminds him, quickly snatching the rest of the fruit from his hand with a proud smirk, "Are you hungry?"
"Are you offering to feed me?"
"I'm offering you a plate." She lies back down, comfortably placing her head back down on the thick pillow and wickedly staring up at him.
Thankful that she'd already rid herself of her dress when they'd entered the room, though he begrudges her for slipping on a pair of useless panties to 'cover up' while they waited for the food to arrive, he moves out from beneath her legs, dropping them back onto the bed. "Lie still."
She nods, breathing ragged and lips bitten. She never thought she'd be okay with this. The April Kepner who was brought up by a farmer never expected to be used as a serving plate, as a main course for her husband. But this April Kepner was enjoying it.
Jackson reaches over the tray, grabbing the pot of sticky caramel sauce that hid behind a bowl of ice cream. He tilts the pot over her chest, and she watches as the sugary sauce trickles down her cleavage and he continues to pour the liquid over her stomach.
Placing the pot back on the tray, he looks down at her body p, a small smile on his face. "Well, you look delicious."
April mildly blushes, glancing down at the sauce seeping through her bra. "Shut up and eat it."
He nods with smirk, shuffling to hover his face above her chest, hands rubbing the sauce into her stomach and hips. His hands almost stick and he leans down to her belly, lips and tongue lapping and licking at her flesh. He moves upward, mouth latching onto her bra and teeth biting her nipple through the fabric of her soaked bra.
His fingertips trace lower as he touches her, spreading the sauce down her pelvis and across her panties.
"Oh, God."
"You like that?" He grins, licking his way down her stomach and grasping the low of her back as she arches into him, chest panting rapidly with uneven breaths.
"Yeah."
He slips his right hand back around to her front, sliding it between her legs and rubbing against her heated centre, letting the sauce seep through her drenched underwear.
"Jackson-" April softly cries, clutching a hand to the back of his head and lifting her legs to the sides of his head when he slides his hand down her panties, sauce covered fingers touching her intimately.
"I bet you taste even sweeter like this."
She closes her eyes then, throwing her head back without a fight and allowing him to do whatever he pleases. She was done. She gave up. She was his meal and she didn't hold a single complaint. "Taste-"
Jackson smirks, lips curling and green eyes sparkling, "How badly do you want me to?"
She sighs, throat dry and head nodding eagerly. What the hell was he doing to her body? "Just do it."
He slips his free hand down the back of her panties, his thumb hooking the lace trim and tugging them over her ass. She rises up, legs almost shaky and her legs are placed back down beside him his hands grasping her ankles gently after he drops her useless panties onto the floor.
He presses a soft kiss against her, blowing air and teeth tickling her tender flesh.
"Please." She barely whispers, hand flying to hold the too of his skull into place against her.
Her body aches, back creasing and neck muscles contracting when his mouth touches her, suckling and nibbling at the familiar layer of skin.
"Fuck." He smirks at that. She never swears, never permits herself to curse in front of anybody, except for him when he really deserves it.
"You feel good, baby?" He breathes to her, returning back to his duty.
She just nods, unable to form words, instead choosing to grip him harder and spread her legs wider for him.
After a moment, he senses her reaching her climax, used to the way she writhes and contorts when she hits an orgasm.
Jackson watches her closely, mouth returning to her body and collecting her ecstatic wave of pleasure.
"Jesus."
"You taste amazing." He slides back up to her face, pressing his lips to hers and letting her slip her tongue between his sharp teeth.
She rests her hands to his naked chest, thankful that he'd rid himself of everything safe for his boxers upon entering the room. She wraps her legs tight around his torso, applying pressure to his muscles and turning them over so he lay beneath her. She slaps her palms to his chest and licks her lips, slowly grinding into his lap, ignoring the sticky feeling between them.
"Is there any sauce left?"
