Chapter 3 #3
“Please what?” His thumb found my clit, and I rocked against him.
“You know,” I panted.
He stilled, his eyes focused on me. “Not good enough, Counselor.”
“You’re such an asshole,” I grunted.
He arched his brow. Pulled out his fingers.
Left me empty.
Wanting.
I grabbed his wrist. “Please, Jack. More.”
He smirked. “Good girl.”
Then he slammed into me, filling me.
Stretching me.
Owning me.
I rocked against him, shameless now.
I looked down, seeing the corded muscles of his forearms working as he fingerfucked me to the edge of sanity.
“You’re mine,” he said, his fingers pumping faster. “Say it.”
“Jack—”
“Say it.”
He circled my clit with his thumb, driving me to the edge.
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
“Again.” He thrust harder.
“I’m yours, Jack. I’m—oh God—”
He curved his fingers and found that spot inside me that made my vision white out. “Come for me. Show me you’re mine.”
The orgasm hit like a lightning strike.
I cried out, my body clenching around his fingers, waves of pleasure crashing through me.
He worked me through it, his fingers somehow fast and gentle, coaxing every last tremor from my body.
Our eyes were locked the entire time, his intense, possessive.
He pressed a hard kiss against my lips. “Beautiful.”
Before I could respond, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth.
Licked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.
Then he worked his belt and zipper open.
My pussy clenched when he freed his cock.
So thick.
Hard.
Mine.
The thought came unbidden, but I didn’t fight it.
Couldn’t.
“Turn around, Asia,” he said.
This time, I took the escape, hoping for some space.
Trying to keep whatever dignity I had left.
I pressed my palms against the rough wood.
Felt his hands on my hips.
Felt him pull my jeans down just enough.
Felt the head of his cock at my entrance.
I pushed back, pulling him in an inch, the stretch of his bulbous head breaching my walls making my fists clench.
He panted and thrust inside me in one stroke.
Deep.
Brutal.
Perfect.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead pressing between my shoulder blades. “Fuck. Fuck.”
He pulled out slowly, his thick, veiny shaft stroking my walls.
Then slammed back in.
I gasped, trying to find purchase against the wood.
He thrust again. And again. Hard enough that the shed walls rocked.
“Jack. Oh, God!”
“That’s right. Show me how much you like it when I fuck my pussy,” he said as his hand found my clit.
It was too much.
I was too close.
“Come again,” he ordered. “Come on my cock.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.” He pinched my clit “You will.”
He thrust hard, then pulled my head back, holding me in place as he fucked me, the blunt tip of his cock hitting that spot over and over again.
My legs trembled. “Jack,” I moaned.
His cock hardened. “Say it again.”
“Jack.”
“Louder.”
“Jack!”
He thrust harder. Pinched my clit again.
A second orgasm tore through me like a violent storm.
He groaned and then I was empty. Jack gripped my hips and held me in place, his cock sandwiched between my ass cheeks as he spurted his cum on my back.
We stayed like that for a long moment.
Both breathing hard.
Both trembling.
His forehead still pressed between my shoulder blades, his hands gentle now on my hips.
His cum cooling on my skin.
“Asia, you have to be safe,” he whispered.
Then he pulled away and helped me with my pants.
I turned and watched him adjust his.
When he met my eyes, I couldn’t read his expression.
He was closed-off, making me wonder if I’d imagined the softness I was sure I’d seen.
Back to the Jack who showed nothing.
“Let’s go,” he said.
“Yeah,” I replied as I headed back toward the house, Jack beside me.
The silence was oppressive.
I went to step on the porch, but Jack grabbed my hand.
He locked eyes with mine.
“Don’t ever do that again,” he said quietly.
“Do what?”
“Risk your life like that. Not for me. Not for anyone.”
I wanted to argue.
But that look in his eyes, the one I couldn’t name, wouldn’t let me.
Jack
I watched Asia walk into the house but didn’t follow right away.
But she was still with me.
Her scent on my skin.
Her taste on my tongue.
The very thought of her burrowing into parts of my soul I hadn’t even known existed.
I was reminded again of how dangerous this woman was.
But it didn’t matter because she was mine.
Mine.
And I’d almost lost her today.
I huffed out hard, rubbing my chest absently as I gripped the sturdy porch rail.
Told myself I’d done what I’d promised.
Gotten her to her home.
Tried to pretend that it actually mattered.
But it didn’t.
Because through all the shit, through everything, there was one north star.
Mine.
I sprinted up the porch stairs and went into the house.
Found Levi in the kitchen, coffee in hand, Asia standing across from him.
But he was focused on me.
His eyes gave nothing away, and at the same time, told me everything.
He held my gaze a second longer, then looked at Asia. “Give me a few minutes. Then we need to talk.”