《My BadBoy》Chapter 71: A Dirty (Chicken) Night.
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"Dirty Chicken?" I read aloud in shock.
After driving for about six hours Jackson pulled into the parking lot of what looks like a Motel. It looked like pretty much any other motel except this one had a huge sign with the image of a giant Rooster laying eggs -which doesn't make sense.
"What?" Jackson smirked. "Is this motel too clean for you?"
"Very funny "
"C'mon we've been driving all night and I'm pretty sure Aiden's lost" He whined.
"Well can you at least find a motel that doesn't have the name - I don't know- Dirty Chicken?"
"Relax," He brushed it off as he got out the car to opened my door. "Me and the guys come here all the time"
"To do what? Get prostitutes?" I threw my arms up in expiration.
He didn't answer.
"Jackson!" I gasped slapping his arm.
He laughed as we walked into the main entrance where a bored looking man stood behind a counter.
"One bed or two?" He asked unenthusiasticly.
Jackson glanced at me pretending to think about it. " Uh...I think one will do thanks"
He swiped his credit card and took the key from the unhappy clerk before handing it to me then heading for his car. The room was cleaner than I expected but...it's still a motel called Dirty Chicken with the image of a Rooster so I'm not ecstatic.
"You know what I don't get?" I said when Jackson finally appeared in the room with our bags. I was laying on the bed with my back leaning against the headboard.
"Hmm?"
"Why Dirty Chicken? Why not... Oh I don't know Motel inn or something, you know?"
Jackson looked at me with an amused expression his face.
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"What?"
"It's slang for something" He stated.
I scrunched my face up in confusion. "Slang for what?"
He shrugged. " I could tell you"
"Or...?" I added when he didn't continue.
" Or," He approached the end of the bed and grabbed my feet pulling me down so my legs were wrapped around his waist. "I could show you 'Dirty Jackson' "
"You're so gross " I giggle throwing a pillow at his head. He caught it in his hand.
Shocking.
He shook his head while crawling on top of me. " I prefer the term Dirty"
He pressed his lips against mine slowly savoring every inch of my mouth while running his hand -that wasn't balancing his weight over me- from my hips to my thighs.
"Are you still sore?" He asked, his voice suddenly husky.
" Um..."
Am I?
With all that's been going on I haven't really had time to-
" Well?" He asked, gently stroking my cheek.
"I don't think so" I can barely control my breathing at this point. I didn't know this was going to happen again so fast...not that I'm complaining.
"You gotta tell me what you know vanilla bean" He placed a kiss on my chin, then my neck, then my shoulders, then-
"Jackson" I breathe, yearning.
He kissed his way back up to my lips. "I don't want to overwhelm you baby"
"I know I'm not sore...anymore " I slid my fingers under his shirt and up his smooth back. The body wants what the body wants.
He kissed my lips again and looked up to the ceiling . "Thank you Dirty Chicken"
I pulled his shirt off and stared in awe at his perfectly sculpted abs.
Oh sweet Jesu-
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
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"Argh," He rolled off me and answered frustrated. "What?"
I took the time to quickly slip away into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I stare at my reflection in shock; my face is flushed and I'm already panting although he's barely touched me. I need some serious help.
A knock on the door startled me.
"You okay?"
I open the door. "Who called?"
"Aiden finally caught up. Him and Zara managed to get the room next to us so we'll have to be quiet" He winked playfully and I can feel my body succumbing to him already.
"Come here" He said suddenly as if sensing my tension.
I filled the small gap between us and our lips collided once again, a bit more forceful this time as we began to get impatient. He tasted like peppermint and coffee. It took two minutes to remove all my clothes and thirty seconds for his.
We decided that the bed was too far so he pinned me against the wall and took me in that spot. My back pressed firmly against the solid structure while he held onto my thighs and stabilized me as he moved forwards and backwards -slow and steady at first then fast and deep gradually.
"Jackson" I moaned as he nibbled and sucked on my neck. It burned and tickled at the same time.
"I love you baby" He brought his mouth back up to mine as he continued to penetrate me against the wall. My back arched instinctively as my body was welcomed with a million different sensations at once.
He took me to the edge over and over again until I didn't think I could keep up with his stamina any longer. I tightly gripped onto his shoulders for the last time feeling the muscle flex beneath and with a low moan in the back of his throat he went over the edge with me.
He released me and we stood there panting for a second until he toom my hand and pulled me to the bed. I placed my head on the crook of his neck under the soft duvet covers and he kissed my forehead before drifting off to sleep. I relish the comfort of his warmth while listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"My badboy" I whispered before drifting off to sleep myself.
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