ashes [m.h.] (Completed)

Chapter 42.

Maggie's p.o.v.

After two days of non-stop crying, Jackson had come back to check on me. He knew I was hurting, and was deeply concerned for me. Once saw my appearance- saw that I was still in the same outfit as when he left me, with the same old makeup staining my cheeks- he forced me to shower.

I spend only six minutes and fourty-two seconds under the heat of the shower water. I simply stand, letting the water wash my body as I count the seconds go by. No matter how hot the water, nothing could compare to the warmth from Matty's body.

What I want most is for the pain to simply go away. I can't stand the emptiness in my heart,or the depths of my stomach every time I think of him. I haven't been able to eat, drink ,or sleep as I constantly torture myself with images of his face and echoes of his voice. I don't understand why this happened to me, and I begin to question what kind of person I am to deserve this. I must've done something to invite this pain, and if not I'm sure as hell going to now.

I make my way from the showers to my room wrapped tightly in a towel. Opening the door, I spot Jackson comfortably lying on my messy bed.

I slowly shut the door behind me, staying stuck at my spot at the door.

"Maggie?" Jackson acknowledges my presence.

Slowly but surely I make my way over, stopping to stand next to him on my bed. He moves to sit up at my arrival. My mind is made, determined to find a distraction to help forget about the pain.

I stand before him, not bothering to look him in the eyes as he stares at me cautiously. I slowly leg go of the towel around me, letting it drop to the floor to reveal myself to him. His body stiffens.

"Maggie, don't-"

"Please." The word silences him.

His body tenses, but he welcomes me as I climb into bed with him, straddling his lap. I lean in slowly to connect my lips with his, pressing myself against his chest. His rough hands are felt on the soft skin of my bare back as we kiss and I catch myself trying to pretend its Matty.

"I don't have any will left to say no." He says quietly against my lips.

"Please don't."

His hands reach my face as he kisses me, turning us over so that he hovers over my naked frame. He works on freeing himself from his shirt, causing the kiss to break for a mere second.

His lip move against mine once more softly and gently and I find myself concentrating soley on him. He smells nothing like Matty, lacking the usual hint of alcohol on his body. His movements are cautious yet hungry, further differing himself from Matty's dominant persona.

He grips my breast in his hand as he presses himself against me. My hands fly to his jeans as I quickly undo his zipper, pushing the fabric down in a haste. A hand of mine sneaks its way into the thin fabric of his boxers. I waste no time, taking his erection into my hand. I stroke him greedily, earning a throaty growl. My legs go around his waist as he begins kissing along my jaw, towards the hills of my breasts.

"Maggie-"

"Yes, don't ask again. I want this."

His mouth reaches mine once more as he dips his tongue between my lips. He tastes like utter sadness, and I know I must taste the same to him. He released me only to fully remove his pants and boxers, throwing them into the floor. I eye his large erection, desperately trying to pretend its Matty.

A moan escapes my lips when I feel him begin rubbing his bare self against me. I grab ahold of him and run my hand along his length, producing another growl. He kisses me gently as I continue to stroke him, making him grow harder and harder by the second.

Slowly I begin to guide him inside me, letting him take over. I moan as he fills me, his head dipping to kiss my neck.

Pleasure surges through me, dulling the previous heartache. His speed increases and I feel myself shake as he fills me over and over again.

"Fück." I hear him curse against the skin of my neck, driving me wild.

Before he can go any faster I nudge him to stop, and I move to straddle his lap. He lets me take control as I wrap my arms around his neck, and lower myself onto his length.

I look him right in the eyes as he dares to look right back as we continue. I move myself persistently against him as he lightly thrusts himself inside me, a beautiful combination that draws our highs near. 

His hands couldn't help themselves, latching onto my hips with force, assisting me in riding him. It all became overwhelming and I could tell that Jackson felt it too as he picked up his pace.

"I'm so close." I uttered, though it came out as a moan.

He couldn't help himself, throwing me back down onto the mattress only to refill me seconds later. All of the built up frustration unleashes itself as he begins to fück me harder than I could imagine. Every thrust steals a moan from my lips further pushing us over the edge.

I felt him tense above me as I tighted myself around him. We look eachother dead in the eyes as if we both know what's coming next. It doesn't take anything more as we both turn into a mess of sloppy moans, finally reaching our high. I move my hips against him as he empties himself into me.

Relief washes over me as did my release. I feel Jackson's body relax against me before he slowly slid out of me.

Neither of us say a word as I climb out of bed, moving to my drawers in search of underwear. I feel Jackson's eyes on me as I cover myself in panties, stealing his shirt from the floor and slipping it over my head.

It was only a matter of time before it caught up to me that it wasn't Matty's.

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Don't hate on her please, she's human.

-nya