Chapter 18.

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Major smutt in this chapter!!! Beware!

"So why is James throwing this party and not Jackson?" Nikki asks as I drive towards the party.

Jackson and James had claimed that this entire party was for my birthday, but I don't really believe that's true. It's okay, not like I have much experience with parties anyway.

It was only about two days ago that Nikki and I started talking again. She had come up to me before school started and had forgiven me, saying she'd give it a try. I know that she still gets pretty disgusted when Jackson and I do something lovey-dovey so we try to keep that on the down low.

"Jackson's helping," I roll my eyes. "I guess his house is bigger, but I think that's just an excuse for not wanting to clean the mess."

I wouldn't doubt that's the reason. Jackson loves his parties as much as the next person, but just like everyone else, he doesn't like cleaning up after them. And since we had a party last Friday at his house, I think he's pooped out from cleaning.

Nikki laughs. "Probably."

"I don't mind," I shrugs, pulling up to the house. "I'm not used to having a birthday party anyway."

"That's not true," Nikki shakes her head, thoughtfully. "You had that huge blow out when you turned five."

I turn to her, giving a 'are-you-kidding-me?' look.

"Okay," Nikki gives in. "But this is you're sixteenth birthday, it means something!"

"I know," I reply, truthfully. "I just wish my mother would put as much thought into me as you and Jackson."

"You and me both, sister," She sighs.

My mother had gotten me a car for my birthday. It's a nice white Ford Focus and as much as I love it, I really didn't want to except it. She's been pretty much vacant for the last few of my birthdays and now she's buying me a car as some sort of...compromise. I guess for sleeping with my ex-boyfriend and shït.

"Okay, no more sulking, let's go party!" I cheer and we get out of the car.

Once we get inside, it's a huge difference than the cold October air. Sweaty bodies mash together grossly and couples make out against walls and couches. I shouldn't be complaining when Jackson and I probably look the same.

"There's Jackson!" I shout over the music, pointing to my boyfriend who is on a couch talking to his friends.

I start heading over to him.  He looks extraordinarily hot  sitting in his dark jeans and white v-neck. What doesn't he look good in? Like honestly, he makes me look like a slob.

"You're not drinking tonight right?" He asks as soon as we get over to him. He's talking to Nikki.

"Nope."

Nikki doesn't stick around long, she ends up walking out towards another group of our friends. Jackson pulls me to him, my chest pressed tightly against his.

"How are you enjoying your birthday?" He asks for what seems like the millionth time.

He had gotten me a few gifts through the day. Chocolates, a teddy bear, lunch and now this party. Even if this isn't a birthday party celebrating me, I still appreciate the gesture.

"Mm..." I hum, his lips skimming my skin. "It's good."

"You know there's more, right?" He questions, pressing his hips against mine to show just what he means.

And God yes I do.

"Let's do it at my moms house." I'm pathetic, I literally can't breathe and I've been with this guy a couple times before this.

"Of course," he nips at my skin, my eyes fluttering. "You can scream as loud as you want there."

"Okay," Colten holds his hand up, awkwardly petting my head. "Happy birthday and all, but I'm about to be sick."

I laugh, rolling my eyes at his childish behavior where he walks away from us. Jackson rolls his eyes as well, moving my hair out of my face.

"Now," he rubs his nose against mine making chills run down the track of my spine. "Where were we?"

I let out a shaky breath as his hand meets a bare patch of skin on my hip.

"My moms," I get out. He smirks.

"Right."

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Jackson wastes absolutely no time when we get to my house, he's already lifting me out of my seat. I giggle slightly at his eagerness, but stop when his lips attach to mine.

I have no idea where I am, but when a mattress is felt beneath my back, it seems we've already made it to my room.

I should be worried about my mother coming home un-expectantly, but I know that shouldn't be a problem. She works until nine today and it's almost eleven. She's obviously at the nearest bar getting shit faced with her boss or something. I don't care.

All I care about at this very moment are Jackson's lips on my neck, his hands sliding up my thighs like their the best thing to ever happen to him.

"I love you so much," he breathes, his hands lifting my shell from my stomach. I moan.

"I love you," I barely get out, arching my back as Jackson finally removes my shell and liner.

"Fucking hell, Brit," he curses, eyeing my newest pair of lingerie. A black lace bra that I was very hesitant to get, but Stacy had assured me Jackson would be taken away. She was right. "You're really starting to disrupt my idea on this being all about you."

I lazily smile, bringing his head back to mine in a sizzling kiss. We're a mash of moving bodies, hot lips and pants. I can't breathe right with him so close to me. The only thing I could do with out is the clothes, that's why I start lifting his shirt.

"Jackson," I groan in annoyance when he disregards my intentions and begins leaving hot kisses at my throat.

"What, baby?" He smirks against my skin, grinding his bulge against my barely covered core. My head falls back, my mouth falling open to let out a gasp of pleasure. I need these clothes off, this stupid skirt needs to be strewn across the room.

"Please take off your shirt," I whimper, my panties getting soaked with my arousal.

"Only my shirt," he compromises and sits up on his knees, slowly taking off his shirt that makes his muscular body contract.

"Mmm...." I bite my lip, my hands going up to feel his amazing abs. Before I get to far towards his awaiting c0ck, Jackson snatches my hand, his fingers pulling down my skirt.

"This is all about you, baby," he reminds me, tracing the elastic of my panties. "Only all about you."

A strangled noise escapes my lips as he slowly strips my panties off my legs, his knuckles running over my mound.

"Always so wet for me," he clenches his jaw, looking up at my face as he slides the pad of his finger down my slīt.

"Jax..." I moan loudly, my hips lifting to meet his god like hands.

"Yes, baby," he coos. "Moan my name."

I clench my eyes shut as he pinches my clīt between his fingers. My eyes widen when we're suddenly flipped, my body on top of Jackson's now.

By the look in his eyes, he's unsure about this position. I've known Jackson long enough to figure that he doesn't like losing dominance; like he is right now. The fact that he's doing this for my birthday means a lot.

"Jackson-"

"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good," he growls, and without much warning, his hands are gripping my waist and pulling me so I hover over his face. A gasp leaves my mouth at the position, my face becoming red with excitement and shyness. "This is quite a view."

"Jax..." I try to move, but his hands grip the back of my thighs tightly.

"All about you, baby," he reminds me, slowly pushing down on my hips. Before I know it, Jackson's tongue is against me.

"Oh god..." I throw my head back, the feeling a million times better this way. So good.

A groan vibrates straight through my core making my body shake, I have to drop my hands to the head board in order for my body to not just give away. Jackson's hands have a tight grip on my thighs, holding my bottom half in place as he pleasures my aching core.

"Jesus..." I try to run away from the overwhelming feeling of his eyes on mine and his tongue slurping me up. I begin to subconsciously rotate my hips to get a better feeling; more friction making Jackson growl. "Jax, Jax, Jax, Jax..."

It becomes a mantra for me, my hips grinding agonist his tongue, my body inviting it, and my hand pulling at his hair. Every sound out of my mouth becomes more and more foreign as my voice gives away. With a nice suck to my bundle of nerves, my body jumps and a loud scream rips through my throat. And just like that, I'm releasing all over his tongue, my body jerking and my breathing labored.

Jackson slides me down to his cock that is now fully undressed, he's sits up.

"Fuck you taste good," he licks his lips drawing my attention to them.

I bite my lip as he slowly unclasps my bra, throwing it across the room before his lips are on my hardened nįpples. A moan escapes my parched mouth, and then I'm being lifted and lowered again. Only this time, Jackson's hard member is filling me.

"Jackson....god...." I moan out, the fullness of him making me reach all new levels. It feels so good.

"You're fucking tight, baby," his voice is strained, his lips claiming mine for a second before my sloppy bounces become to much. "Clench around me, Brit."

I do making a guttural noise release from my boyfriends throat. My hands plant themselves on his shoulders, my body bouncing up and down creating a phenomenal feeling in my stomach. Moans rush out of my mouth, and growls of dirty words empty out of Jackson's. It's so hot in here.

"You feel so warm," he whispers, his finger digging into my hips as he aids my bounces on his member. "Oh fuck."

In one motion, Jackson is pulling out of me, a look on his face that makes it look like he just saw a ghost.

"What?" I say somewhat breathlessly, my mind foggy. I was so close to finishing, what happened?

"I'm not wearing a fucking condom," he pulls at his hair. My eyes widen at the words and I nearly choke on my own spit.

"Oh crap," I gasp. "How could we have forgotten that?"

"Like I know," he blows out a breath, reaching into his jean pocket and pulling out a condom. "This is exactly why I'm taking you to get birth control tomorrow."

I sigh, but nod anyway. That could've been horribly bad, but I'm glad he realized it before it was too late. Lord knows I was too sedated to realize.

After sliding on the rubber, were back to square one and in no time I'm screaming Jackson's name, my fingers pulling on his hair as he groans and we both come.

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Happy Fourth of July my little Americans! I've always loved this day just because my birthday is a day after (aka tomorrow) and so it always gets me really excited!!! If you want to see some pretty awesome stories on my bday than follow me on snapchat @kearaboo01

What do you think? Was it weird for Brit's mom to get her a car? Pretty hot smutt scene yeah? What do you think about the almost forgotten protection? (Please make sure you remember that kind of stuff please guys)

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