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Seductive Vibrations Chapter Two

Secrets always come out.

By Author Billiejo PriestleyPublished 6 years ago 24 min read
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Inside the house was even more beautiful than the outside. It was full of windows, overlooking the natural beautiful woods surrounding it. The size of his entrance was bigger than my apartment! I just wanted to laugh in shock, but I held it in. I couldn’t help but think he’d done really well for himself.

He led me inside, through to a massive kitchen, that was again bigger than my apartment.

“Do you want alcohol? Hot drink? Something else?” Jackson asked me, walking towards the fridge.

“It’s a little too early for alcohol, so I will stick to some cola if you have any?” I said, taken aback by the fact he offered alcohol so early. Was it a joke?

He walked over to me and handed me my drink. I just looked around, trying to take in this beautiful house. I got lost looking out the window for a few seconds, and forgot who I was here with until he stood right in front of me. His body pinned my back against the kitchen worktop.

He cupped my chin and lifted my face up, my eyes met his, and he gazed into my eyes. My heart was pounding so fast as his face came closer and closer to mine. Suddenly, his lips were on mine and we were kissing again. His lips were so soft and he tasted so sweet.

I couldn’t stop my hands from exploring his body, even over his clothes he felt amazing. The more I touched him, the more I wanted him. I needed him. I had missed him so much, and missed his touch. How was it even possible to miss somebody when you don’t even know them?

I couldn’t control myself any longer. I needed him now. I started unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his warm, soft skin below his clothes. The more of him I touched, the less control I had. I was losing control of myself. Finally, when his buttons were undone, I slid my hands up and down his torsi, feeling every inch of his skin.

As I took his shirt off, his kissing got more aggressive. I felt his arm go around my waist, and then suddenly I was lifted up and onto the worktop. I let out a small moan of pleasure as he spread my legs and wrapped them around him.

I couldn’t stop myself touching him. I started to unbutton his trousers; he stopped me. I frowned until he pulled my top off and carried on.

I couldn’t take it any longer, I just wanted him to rip my clothes off and take me right there. I pulled his trousers down and gasped in surprise. I knew it felt big last time when it was pushing against me, but I was not expecting it to be that big.

He unclipped my bra and threw it to the side. I grabbed his hard shaft and started to work it up and down. I could feel myself tensing up and getting wetter as he was throbbing in my hand.

Next thing I knew, I was laying on my back on the kitchen side. His lips were teasing every inch of my body. I could feel them, and every kiss made my whole body tingle with delight.

I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him closer to me. I could feel his hard shaft pressing against my trousers. I was losing my mind, I knew I was, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him.

He suddenly unwrapped my legs, his hands trailing down my stomach and quickly removed my trousers and underwear, dropping them to the floor.

I was breathing so hard, my body was practically begging for him to fuck me, right there on the worktop. He just kept teasing me, making me squirm for more and more. His tongue flicked against my right hip then moved into the middle of my legs.

He started kissing my pubic bone and moving down slowly until he reached my core. I was moaning, my hands grasping at his hair as he kissed my most delicate parts. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling his head closer to me, forcing him to go further and further.

His tongue teased around my clit, slowly licking it which made my back arch as I moaned out loud.

I wanted more. His tongue moved down, and he plunged it deep inside my aching pussy. I could feel myself getting more and more turned out.

His fingers started rubbing and tapping my clit. The sensation was phenomenal; I had never experienced anything like it. I was arching my back and screaming his name. I could feel myself getting closer and closer. I was begging him to make me orgasm.

He was still thrusting his tongue in and out of my throbbing pussy. His fingers started moving faster and faster, making me scream. I could feel it coming.

I knew if I let go it would happen.

So I did. My back arched and I moaned loud, pulling on his hair, feeling my juices running down me. I had no time to recover, though. He seemed to switch and suddenly he dragged me up off the side.

I gasped as the air escaped me; he spun me around so I had my back to him, then he pushed my chest down onto the kitchen side.

His hand held me there. I could feel his legs opening mine. I couldn’t help but moan as I felt his hard shaft pressing against my core. I moaned, trying to push back on it, wanting him to give me the full length.

He thrusted hard, pushing himself inside of me. I screamed, trying to get up so I could move closer to him, but he held me down. I loved it. It made me want him more.

He slowly built up a rhythm, thrusting in and out of me, his other hand gently massaging my butt, which made my legs turn to jelly and my whole body tingle.

His hand suddenly smacked down hard across my arse, and I buckled and screamed with pleasure, begging him for more. I had no idea if he could hear me, he was pounding so hard and fast.

As his shaft worked my pussy, I could feel myself getting close again. His hips moved faster and harder with each thrust. I was whimpering, begging for release.

He suddenly moved his hand from my arse to around the front of my neck, choking me and pulling me upright. He had his hand at the perfect angle; so I could breathe, but I could also feel the pain and pleasure.

I could move my body now, so I started working with him and grinding my hips. It was pointless though, his hips were thrusting so fast and hard that mine barely made a difference.

His hand was still around my throat; he grabbed one of my breasts with his other hand. This sent me over the edge. I moaned and let my body enjoy every second. It felt like I was on fire and a bomb had gone off.

He kept pounding hard and fast. He started moaning; he had nearly reached climax too. He finally moaned loudly and gave one last thrust. I could feel him throbbing inside of me.

He moved back, removing his shaft from me and went to let go, before noticing I’d have fallen if he let go. He put me down on the floor and we lay there panting.

His hand stroked up and down my body. I could feel that he was still shaking with pleasure.

“You can’t beat a morning fuck!” Jackson said.

I turned to him and laughed, then took a few deep breaths to try and get my breathing back to normal.

“I agree.”

As I was admiring his body, I noticed a small tattoo of a handprint wrapped in a blanket. I wanted to ask him about it but I stopped myself. Now wasn’t the time to ask personal questions.

I lay there, my breathing had returned to normal, replaying what just happened in my mind. It was so unexpected, yet amazing. He seemed like a totally different person before we had sex.

I have never felt that much enjoyment from a man before. I had to admit, I loved the fact that he controlled whether I could move or not. I’ve never experienced that before.

Most of my previous partners asked me what I wanted and then let me take charge. It felt amazing for him to take charge and pleasure me in ways I’ve never been pleasured before.

“Well, we can’t just lie on the kitchen floor all day! I’m going to jump in the shower. Do you want to join me or will you be showering alone?” Jackson asked playfully.

I would have loved to get in the shower with him, but I honestly don’t think I’d be able to handle any more sex just yet; I still feel like jelly! I’m not used to being fucked like that; all of the men I’ve slept with seem tame compared to Jackson.

“Yeah, I think I’ll get in on my own. I don’t think us sharing a shower would be a good thing right now. I need time to recuperate!” I explained, hoping that he’d understand.

Jackson giggled; his laugh was so cute yet so manly.

How is that even possible?

“Okay, give me two minutes; I’ll grab you a robe to put on,” he said as he jumped up fully naked.

I couldn’t help but follow him and wonder how I managed to find him. I moved into a sitting position and looked around me and felt uneasy for the first time since being here. It had dawned on me that we’d been fucking in front of a window!

All I could do was hope that no one decided to take a stroll through the woods and saw us. I could feel my face growing hot as I thought about it and how embarrassing it would have been.

Jackson walked back into the room carrying a robe and handed it to me.

“I will jump in now; make yourself at home. The living room is just through there,” he said as he pointed to the door, before heading off to the shower.

I looked around and noticed that there was another door. It’d be wrong to snoop, wouldn’t it? Of course, it would. It’ll probably just be a closet. I walked into the living room and remembered I hadn’t spoken to Georgina since before I left.

I walked back into the kitchen and looked around for my coat and phone. I couldn’t see it anywhere in here, so decided to check the hall. I grabbed my coat and found my phone in one of the pockets.

I noticed another door that was slightly jarred open, no harm peeking if it was already open, right? I walked towards it. Looking in, it was clearly an office; but the fact I know nothing about his businesses made me want to go in and have a look.

I figured, maybe if I took a little look around then I might be able to work out what businesses he owns. So foolishly, I walked in with a plan to skim over any documents I might see.

There weren’t any documents anywhere. What sort of man keeps his office so tidy? With not even one piece of paperwork left out?

I turned to walk out and almost screamed.

“What did I say about snooping?” Jackson was stood at the door, water dripping down his perfect body. He didn’t look happy with me, but I couldn’t help but smile and blush up at him.

I realised he was still looking displeased with me, so I had to try and get out of it.

“I was actually looking for a charger. My phone died and Georgina has probably sent a search party out by now,” I said, hoping I sounded genuine.

He looked at me for a second, but seemed happy with my excuse and walked further into the office. He opened a drawer and pulled out a cable, then handed it to me.

“You can either plug it in here, or in the living room, it’s up to you. Then I will show you where the shower is.” He pointed to a plug in the corner.

Of course, I was going to plug it in here. I’d get to come back in and have another snoop later. I plugged it in quickly and followed him upstairs. I hoped his towel would fall off as we walked up the stairs—why did I already want more sex?

Jackson led me to where the shower was and found me some soap, a sponge and a towel.

“I’ll bring your clothes up and put them on the side for you,” he said as he walked out.

I got in the shower and just stood there clearing my mind while the water ran down my body. It felt so relaxing, until my mind wandered back to what happened.

Did I really just fuck a guy I hardly know on his kitchen worktop? What the hell is it with kitchens?

I quickly washed my body and then stepped out of the shower. My clothes were there waiting for me. I hadn’t even heard him come in!

Fully dressed, I walked back downstairs, passing a few doors on the way down and stopping myself from peeking inside them. As soon as I turned into the kitchen, I froze.

Jackson was stood there with just jogging bottoms on. He was mopping the kitchen floor. I just stood there ogling him, gazing at him in total amazement. The sides had also been cleaned; they still looked a bit wet.

“Are you enjoying staring at me?” Jackson asked. I jumped—how did he know? He was facing the other way!

“I can see your reflection in the window," he said, once again reading my mind. How did he do that?

“Ah, I was just admiring your tattoos. I was too intoxicated to notice them before.”

“Too intoxicated? Are you sure you weren’t just too mesmerized by my hot body to notice?” he teased.

“Well, I guess you could say that, but I prefer the word intoxicated rather than mesmerized.” I laughed, walking towards him. He started to turn around and there were more tattoos on his chest.

“Georgia rang while you were showering.”

“You answered my phone?” I answered accusingly.

“Wow! No, I didn’t. Liam rang me because Georgina was freaking out that you weren’t answering. I tell you not to snoop but you do, and then you accuse me of answering your phone?” His voice sounded cold and hurt.

I felt like shit.

“Sorry, that was wrong for me to accuse you and assume you did it. It just reminded me of something and it made me flip. I’m sorry. I’m guessing she wants to know when I’m coming home?” I tried to sound calm and apologetic.

“Yes, she was going on and on about Liam annoying her, and she can’t cope anymore on her own with him. So why did my comment remind you of something that made you flip?”

This was a conversation I wanted to avoid. Forever.

“Nothing important right now and it can wait for another day, just like you and your businesses.” I hit back.

“Right, grab your phone, I better run you home before Liam ends up back in the hospital by Georgia’s hands. Maybe we should also tell Liam about this morning?” he suggested.

Ah, crap. I hadn’t even thought about Liam at all in all of this. He had already freaked out once, but then again, he went behind my back and was going to let me think Jackson walked off without caring.

“It’s up to you. I don’t think it has anything to do with him, but he is your brother, so I’ll let you decide,” I explained.

I grabbed my things, wondering why he made it sound like it was just a one-off thing between us, and nothing was going to happen again.

Maybe that’s it after he drops me back home. Maybe he’ll tell Liam that he’s going.

The drive back was quiet; all I could do was think about what the possibilities were. Will I ever even see him again?

He said that he thought I was in the car and that’s why he was worried, but then he acts like he doesn’t care. Why would he be so bothered anyway? We hardly even knew each other.

The drive there was pretty much silent, which just made me even more anxious. I couldn’t wait to get home. Maybe he’ll tell Liam that it was just a one-off, and that we’ll never see each other again.

Finally, we pulled up to the apartment and I got out, maybe a little bit too fast, and walked straight upstairs. I knew he was following me but we didn’t speak.

I walked into the living room and Georgina practically flew at me.

“Don’t you ever leave me with wonky donkey again! Where were you? What were you doing anyway?”

“I need a drink, anyone else?” I walked passed her to the fridge hoping that she would realise I was trying to avoid her questions.

“Sure, I’m dying of thirst. Georgina isn’t exactly a great nurse,” Liam called from the living room.

Georgina kept staring at me, I just hoped she’d leave it alone. She seemed to sense how I was feeling and asked for a coffee.

I turned to look at Jackson, this is where he’s going to make his excuse to leave and we probably won’t see each other again.

“Suppose I have time for a coffee too. Thanks,” he said, looking undivided.

I sighed. That was better than nothing.

He walked into the living room and sat down next to Liam. Georgina stood with me, still looking like she had a thousand questions to ask me, but fortunately didn’t.

“So, did you tell her to stay away?” Liam asked, glancing at me, obviously not realising that we could hear everything. He sounded pissed off for some reason. It should be me that’s pissed off.

“What did you expect, Liam? You lied to me. You were going to let her think that I was a piece of shit that just wanted a quick fuck then move on? Yeah, I told her. Don’t try and make me look like a dick,” Jackson shouted, making me flinch. He sounded mad.

“You knew I liked her. I made you look like a dick, so then maybe she’d be interested in me,” he explained, but Jackson’s face grew angrier.

“I’m not walking away, Liam. I won’t be walking away at all. If anything, you just pushed me into wanting to stay with her.” Jackson’s voice was quiet but you could still hear his anger.

“You don’t care about her at all. You wanted a fuck and now you’re going to move on, like you do. I know you will.” Liam had started shouting.

Jackson stood up, towering over Liam. I was sure he was going to hit him. I wanted to stop him, but felt frozen to the spot. Georgina looked at me and nudged my arm.

“Why is he so defensive over you, Alena?” She looked me square in the eye, but I had no idea how to respond. I just stared at Jackson as he lent over Liam.

“I’ve fucked her already, and I’m going to fuck her again. Over and over. Whether you like it or not!”

I was so shocked at how blunt and straight to the point he was. But at the same time, I was happy that he was planning on seeing me again.

Everyone turned to look at me. Jackson realised he said he loud enough for the whole street to hear. I stood there, frozen and embarrassed.

Liam looked like he wanted me to end things with Jackson and tell him I wouldn’t be seeing him again. Jackson looked like he wanted me to confirm what he had said, and Georgina looked like she just wanted every single detail.

I was slowly dying on the inside, hoping that someone would say something to make everyone stop looking at me.

“Why are you even here? We spoke about this the other night; you said you would leave her alone, so clearly she didn’t mean that much to you. You don’t even know her, but you knew I liked her and you went behind my back and fucked her.” Liam looked hurt.

“I only agreed to walk away if you told her that you warned me off. But you stabbed me in the back and told her I didn’t want to see her. You made me look like a dick!” Jackson retorted.

Why were they acting like I wasn’t in the room?

“HEY! I AM HERE, YOU KNOW!” I shouted loudly.

They were talking about me as if I was an object.

“Honestly—you two. I get that you’re brothers, but you’re just as bad as each other! You are talking about me like you own me. Nobody owns me! You can’t tell people to stay away from me either!” I said, pointing at Liam.

“You lied to me, Liam. You made me feel like crap, why? So you could get into my bed. You’re both idiots, not one of you thought about my feelings when you made your little ‘deal’.” I stormed into my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

I knew there was going to be problems between them both, but the way they spoke about me, like I was an object, was awful. I felt my eyes fill up and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying.

I have no feelings for Liam at all; he’s like a best friend or even a brother. But with Jackson, I felt like a magnet was forcing us together. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I knew that I made this mess, but I’d never even told Liam I had feelings for him.

I know it’s complicated. Maybe I should just say no to both of them. I can’t ruin their relationship with each other, it wouldn’t be right. I couldn’t stay living here with Liam, if there was a chance I’d bump into Jackson. It would be too painful and awkward.

Someone knocked on the door. I really didn’t want to see either of them, so I was happy when I heard Georgina’s voice.

“Let me in!”

I moved forward enough so the door would open, and she walked in. She sat on the bed for a minute, thinking about what to say.

“You really did cause some crap this weekend, didn’t you? At least it’ll be a birthday to remember.” She laughed.

“I know, alright. On the night of my birthday, I should have said no to him walking me home. I even thought to myself that it was stupid, with him being Liam’s brother. I don’t know what it is about him. I know Liam’s annoyed at me, and I can’t say that I blame him. It’s entirely my fault. I feel awful that I’ve possibly ruined their relationship,” I explained.

“You do realise what they’re doing right now, don’t you? They are sitting together, playing a new game, arguing over that now. They are brothers, they make up quicker than sisters do; especially when they need an extra player in a game!” She laughed.

As relieved as I was, I couldn’t help but feel like I should still call it off and not see Jackson anymore. It made me sad just thinking about it, but it’s for the best.

“Look, the worst thing was Liam, right? What can be worse than Liam finding out and having to get used to the idea? Nothing. So just relax, the worse is over.” Georgina said.

She had a point. Liam was one of my closest friends and I wouldn’t want to hurt him. I hope he can get used to the idea.

I feel foolish for my outburst. I must have looked like a 5-year-old, throwing a tantrum. How am I supposed to show my face in there now?

I had no choice, Georgina walked over to me and pulled me up.

“Come on, Alena. Let’s go back in there,” she said, opening the door and dragging me through it.

It went easier than I thought. They barely even looked up as we entered. They were too engrossed in their game, shouting at each other for being rubbish and letting the other die.

The rest of the day passed quickly. I could feel myself growing tired. I’d barely slept at all this weekend, and that mixed with the events that unfolded had left me exhausted.

I have university in the morning so I definitely needed an early night.

“Well, I better get moving. I have things to do tomorrow and I need to plan them properly tonight. I’ll see you later bro,” Jackson said, standing up and kicking Liam’s bad foot, making him cry out in pain.

“That’s for being a pain in the arse and making us all think you were dying.” He laughed and walked away.

He walked towards me and Georgina, my heart was pounding so hard. I wondered if anyone else could hear it.

“Bye Georgina, I will see you again at some point, no doubt.” He laughed and she just smiled at him.

He stood in front of me. I could feel the magnet pull me towards him, and he bent down and kissed me. It was so soft and passionate. I fought off the urge to rip his clothes off again.

He slowly kissed along my jaw, stopping at my ear, before whispering,

“I will find you tomorrow, so don’t be too surprised if I just turn up.” His breath on my ear sent shivers down my spine.

He walked to the door and opened it.

“Wait, you’re going tomorrow, right? Same time as always?” Liam asked, hobbling towards Jackson.

“Yes, I always do. I’ll be taking mum with me, so you can either meet us there or come to mum's first,” Jackson whispered.

“Does she not know yet? You do realise you’re going to have to tell her at some point,” Liam whispered back.

“Let’s not start another argument again; no one needs to know anything right now, so keep it shut.”

I wondered what it was. What have they always done at the same time? I didn’t want to think about it too much. If I did, I’d end up asking Liam and I can’t deal with him right now.

“I’m off to bed, I’m exhausted. I will see you tomorrow, Liam, and I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said apologetically.

All he could do was grunt back. Georgina hugged me and said goodnight.

I went straight to bed and for the first time all weekend, I fell asleep. No dreams, no thoughts, nothing. I must have been really tired, as the next thing I remembered was my alarm ringing. I must have needed that sleep.

Today was going to be a good day. Why wouldn’t it be? I had sorted things out with Liam, so I didn’t need to avoid him. And hopefully, I’d get to see Jackson. I was looking forward to it.

I was walking out of the room when I heard Liam on the phone, talking in a hushed voice.

“Listen, Jack, you will have to tell her at some point. It’s not a secret you can keep from someone you’re planning on spending a lot of time with. Has she not even questioned your tattoos yet? I won’t let you bullshit her and not tell her the truth.” There was a pause while Jackson replied.

“Whatever, she needs to know about Katie and Tallulah. If you don’t tell her soon, I’ll tell her myself!” He removed the phone from his ear and ended the call.

I shut the door quietly. Who the hell are Katie and Tallulah? Is this what today is going to be about?

Where are they going?

Thoughts ran around in my head, was he married? Did he have a girlfriend? Something didn’t seem right and he was definitely hiding something serious from me. I needed to know.

I grabbed my things before heading out of my room. Pleased that Liam wasn’t there, I quickly left and went straight to university. I didn’t want to see Liam, as I knew I’d end up asking him.

I knew now that today wasn’t going to be great after all. I tried to concentrate in class, but couldn’t take my mind off Jackson and his secrets. I didn’t want to go home, so I just walked to the student bar and sat in there for a while.

I wasn’t in the mood to be around people, the thoughts were playing on my mind and driving me mad. I was so paranoid, wondering what was going on. I didn’t have a choice, my phone rang and I didn’t recognise the number. I assumed it was Jackson.

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Author Billiejo Priestley

Indie author of hot fiction, and taboo subjects. You can find my on all social medias and my books on Amazon.

www.linktr.ee/authorbilliejopriestley

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