Brat

Chapter 11

       

*since frozen was the movie she was watching last chapter 😊😊*

         After the silent drive home, we pulled up into my driveway. Jackson grabs my thigh and says, "Something tells me that you want my all right now." He leaned in close to my ear and I could feel the heat from his breath creeping down my neck. "But I doubt that you can handle it." His hand creeps up my skirt and tugs on my underwear. "Next time we go out you won't be needing these." My mouth was moving, but my brain wasn't letting any words come out. What I wanted to say is Jackson, just shut the fuck up, take me inside, and fuck my brains out already. But, that would've gotten me in more trouble. On the hand though, my bratty self says otherwise.
°Show him just how twisted that kinky little sex brain of yours is°
I reached over and took his dick out. I heard a small voice questioning my actions. Maybe its my innocent conscience or maybe its Jackson. I don't really know, and I don't care. I put it down my throat. Up and down, up and down, up and down. He's moaning, and its getting stiffer with every mouth stroke. Next thing I know there's the hot creamy stuff. Yum.
"Thank you sir." I say after I swallow. He sits there gasping for air. I got out quickly, and went into my house. After I shut the door, I leaned on it hoping that he doesn't find some way to pay me back for what I just did.

Jackson's POV

Ooh boy that little girl better be glad that we were already at her house. If we were still driving I'd make sure that I'd have to carry her inside her house. But that wasn't out average everyday Charli. This... was exactly who I was looking for.
I put my 'little friend' away and left. On the way home, I thought about my pretty little mynx. That insanely curly black hair. It smells like cinnamon and chocolate. I could do some serious damage with that. I got home, and then could finally relax. I flexed my hand remembering how soft her brown skin is. I need to get myself together before I somehow find my way in her driveway again. I go into my fridge, and get myself a bottle of yoohoo chocolate milk.
    I gotta have her. This girl is fantastic, and everything I've ever wanted. Next time we go out I'm gonna make her my precious little baby.

                 Monday in Charli's POV

   Perfect week off is over. Back to work in the wonderful Starbucks. Today seems to be especially busy as it normally is on Monday mornings. It's so busy in fact, that I was called in to work from 9am to 5pm. Jackson promised me double overtime because he knew I wouldn't do it for anything less. Hopefully this place changes under the new management.
     Daddy came in about an hour before I did and was cleaning getting ready for the flood of customers. It was funny coming in because clearly Carl was in a pissy mood since he couldn't have his managing position back. With a lot of my protest Bianca came back to work as well. She and Carl were going to work the registers. Dean and I were waiting tables, and Daddy had hired a few more people to help him make coffee. Bianca's face was still kind of still messed up after a week, and then her makeup made it look even worse.
    Every glare she gave me made coming into work worth it. She and I both knew she couldn't do anything about it. When it was 2pm the place finally calmed down enough for me to have a lunch break. Dean, Jackson, and I all shared a booth. Carl and Bianca sat by themselves.
    “Let's discuss the elephant in the room. Are you two a couple or not?” asks Dean.
   Jackson choked on his coffee and I think some of it came out of his nose. I just looked around. “Oh wow, the light fixtures in here are just great. They're so colorful and bright.”
    “Don't ignore my question you harlot. You know that I'll find out eventually anyway.”
  “FYI skank, no we aren't. Yet.” Jackson's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
     “Charli Diane. Quit playing hard to get. Just open up and let him give you head already.” I reached across the table and slapped him on the side of his head. Jackson couldn't stop laughing at our antics.
    “Dean, you know me better than that. I don't care who a person is, but I won't ever just jump into someone's arms. Been there done that, and we both know what happened the last time I did.” He silently nodded and continued drinking his coffee.
    Jackson looked at the both of us, and I was still looking at the lights. “What are you talking about?”
      “Nothing. It doesn't matter. Besides, its time to go back to work. More people just walked in.” I said hurriedly. I got up from our table and welcomed in the new customers. I tried to ignore Jackson for the rest of my shift, but that was hard seeing as he was making coffee for the day.