Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 36

36

HANNAH

When I opened my eyes after my second Jack-induced orgasm, he stood at the foot of the bed and taking his clothes off. I hadn’t had a chance to see much of his bedroom before, but it was clear there’d been a designer involved. The walls, carpet, and bedding were various shades of tan and cream. The furniture was definitely not from IKEA. But I didn’t care about the decor. I was stuck on Jack, undressing.

The suit jacket was shrugged off and dropped to the floor. Next, he loosened the tie, pulled it over his head, let it drop. Then started on his shirt, undoing the button at one wrist then the other. All the while, he was staring at me.

Me, sprawled on my stomach in a glorious heap, my dress bunched up around my waist. Eyes roving lazily over my body .

For me, this was a treat. An epic show, watching Jack take his clothes off.

A cat jumped on the bed, startling me. I hadn’t expected Jack to have a pet, let alone a fluffy one that was technically cockblocking.

Jack sighed. “That’s Pancake.” He grabbed the cat and carried him to the hall and set him on the floor, then shut the door behind us.

“I can’t believe you have a cat,” I said, when he came back to the end of the bed.

“I can’t believe you’re in my bed,” he said, undoing the buttons on his shirt. “I’ve imagined this, ever since the plane.”

“You pictured me in your bed… on that flight?”

“Since you gave me the perfect view of your ass putting your carry on in the overhead bin.”

My mouth dropped open in surprise, from his words and his body.

When it joined the jacket on the floor, I sat up and crawled to the foot of the bed. Going up onto my knees, he was right in front of me. His body was perfect. Well proportioned. Well-muscled. A smattering of hair between flat, dusky nipples. Lower, those chiseled abs. And lower still, God, it wasn’t a romance novel tease. That deep V that disappeared into his pants.

But all of that wasn’t what had me reaching for him, running my fingers over his heated skin. It was the tattoos. I’d seen a hint of one peeking out at the wrist on the plane. But now I knew how vast the art was. On his left arm was a full sleeve, colorful and complicated. It crept across his shoulder and around his ribs. On the right arm, there were more, but not as extensive.

“Keep looking at me that way, gorgeous, and see what happens.”

His voice was dark like midnight, and I glanced up at him. “I can’t appreciate you?”

“I haven’t even gotten my pants off yet.”

I dropped down onto my heels and set my hands in my lap. “Don’t let me stop you.”

He smirked and undid his belt, opened his pants and pushed them down. I must’ve missed him taking off his shoes and socks because he kicked the garment out of the way.

Jack in a suit was incredible. Jack in a pair of snug, black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide how hard he was, was insane. My mouth watered and my vagina did too at the sight.

Then he put his hands in the waistband and pushed the cotton down. Rose to his full height.

My eyes widened.

“Oh my God. You’re really big.”

He was bigger than either the guy from college or Kevin. And hard. And perfectly made. Thick and long, a dark pink color. Heavy balls hung below between two sturdy thighs. Balls were ugly, but somehow made Jack seem virile. Pre-cum oozed at the tip and I reached out to swipe at the pearly drop.

He hissed at the contact and his dick pulsed.

I wanted him. I wanted it. Now. I tugged at the tie on the side of my dress.

“I want to do that,” he said .

I let my hands drop again. “Fine, but hurry.”

He stepped closer and took over, getting me out of my dress quickly. Ever efficient, he undid the clasp on my bra as he did, so I was bare in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, I knew you were perfect.”

He cupped my breasts, his hands rough with callouses but the touch gentle. His thumbs slid back and forth over my nipples, and they went instantly hard.

“Jack,” I breathed arching my back and pressing myself further into his hold. “Please.”

Our eyes met for a brief second, then that spark between us finally ignited.

“Up on the bed.”

I moved quickly as he went around the side of the bed, opened a drawer in the nightstand and retrieved and unopened box of condoms. With deft fingers, he opened it and pulled out a long strip, dropped it on the bed before tucking the box back in the drawer.

He tore one off, ripped the foil open and put it on as I breathed hard and tried not to squirm in anticipation.

Settling one knee on the bed, he crawled toward me, then dropped down onto his back beside me. Hands went to my waist and lifted me up and over him so I was on top.

“Oh.”

One big hand settled on my hip, the other stroking his dick. Leisurely, slowly, as if he couldn’t wait a second longer. “Be a good girl and ride me, gorgeous.”

“I’m not sure if–”

“You can take it.”

I wasn’t afraid of a little D, but I doubted I’d be walking right tomorrow. But that was a tomorrow problem .

Shifting on my knees, I got so I was right over his hips. Rising up on my knees, I hovered over that broad, latex covered head.

“Hannah,” he said, and my eyes met his.

I knew what he wanted. To see me as I took him inside. I lowered down onto him, stretched wide as I went. I had to lift and lower to get him into me, it was a tight fit.

His jaw was clenched, eyes flared. I licked my lips, knowing this would take a while.

I whimpered at the hard feel of him and then I was in the air and then on my back.

Jack was over me and then filled me with one rough, deep thrust.

“FUCK!” he shouted.

I moaned, like the sluttiest whore in existence as my inner walls clenched and rippled around him, trying to adjust.

He held himself still. Our breaths mingled.

My heels pressed into his thighs. My legs spread so wide.

“Jack, move. Please.”

He must’ve seen something in my eyes to know I was okay, that I was desperate, because he did.

Hooking the back of my knee over his elbow, he started to fuck me. There was no other word for it. This wasn’t making love. This was raw and sweaty and noisy and… amazing.

That electricity between us crackled and popped the closer I came to orgasm. Again. Three times!

He slowed long enough to lick his thumb and lower to his forearms to reach between us and rub my clit. Our bodies pressed fully together, and he took a nipple into his mouth as he fucked into me, making both of us come like it was his job.

And he took us both to Pound Town.

Number three on my list.

“Catch your breath,” he said, kissing between my nipples. “We’re just getting started.”