Chapter 6 #2
I shivered again from a mix of the breeze and Jack’s intense stare raising goosebumps on my skin.
He cupped my breasts, tweaking my pebbled nipples, then worked his thumbs in rough circles, but his eyes were locked on mine when he spoke.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost pained.
“So are you,” I whispered as I reached out and pulled his shirt over his head.
I touched his chest, curling my fingers against his skin, and idly brushed a little rise of puckered, scarred flesh. “How many times have you been shot?”
“Three. Why?”
I couldn’t stop my harsh inhale, or the way my heart shuddered at the thought.
He tweaked my nipple again, and then kissed my cheek. “As you can see, I’m fine.” He punctuated his words with a thrust of his hips, his cock pressed against my sex.
I smiled, meeting his eyes. “Should I ask how many times you’ve been stabbed?”
He smiled back, his face so handsome, it was almost painful.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the scar.
He tensed under my touch.
I kissed him again.
He tensed again. “You’re killing me, Counselor.”
“Good.” I kissed my way across his chest, tracing his skin with my fingertips.
I started to lower myself to my knees, but he pulled me up and crushed his mouth against mine.
Kissed me hard, almost desperate, all traces of that earlier laziness gone.
He was my Jack.
He laid me down on the hard wood floor. Hay crunched beneath me, but I couldn’t have cared less. Barely even noticed when Jack was here, settling his weight between my thighs.
I spread for him shamelessly, hating the layers of fabric that separated us.
Was equally shameless in the moan I let out as he pinned me against the floor.
This was perfect. So fucking perfect.
My eyes drifted closed, but I opened them and looked at Jack as he stared down at me, something like anguish on his face.
I reached up and stroked his rugged jaw.
“Jack…” I whispered.
He didn’t respond and instead worked my pants and underwear down.
“Lift up,” he ordered softly.
When I complied, he pulled the garments off and tossed them aside. Traced back up my thighs and stroked my slit.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growled.
“Always,” I confessed.
His jaw ticking, his eyes locked on mine as he circled my clit so maddeningly slow that I bucked my hips.
Jack used his other hand to hold me in place. “Patience,” he tsked.
“I don’t have any,” I said through gritted teeth.
He moved down and huffed, his warm breath against my pussy making me even wetter. He kept circling that throbbing nub of flesh and licked from my clit to my asshole and back up again so slowly I wanted to scream.
“I know,” he whispered.
Then he pushed his tongue inside, his slow, shallow licks making me cry out. My hips jerked as I rode his tongue, desperate for the completion that only he could bring.
“Jack—”
My cry was broken as I flew apart on his tongue, soaking his face with my essence.
He kept thrusting his tongue in and out, his eyes never leaving my face, the glint I saw there reminding me of the predator that he was.
He kissed his way up my body and captured my lips.
I moaned into his mouth when I tasted myself on his lips, vaguely hearing his belt buckle.
I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his thickness. He thrust against my palm and then smacked my hand away.
I looked between our bodies, ready, desperate for him to fill me.
But he stayed where he was, the head of his cock pressing against my hole. But he didn’t push in.
“Look at me.”
My gaze flew to him. His eyes were black, his expression twisted.
“Asia, I—”
Whatever he was going to say was lost on his hard thrust.
He filled me, the brutal stretch something I craved.
“Asia…fuck…” he said as he thrust into me so hard, I heard the dull, muffled thud of our bodies colliding.
I wanted to rock against him, meet him thrust for thrust, but all I could do was take it as he fucked me. So I did, focusing on the stretch of Jack filling me, the warmth of his skin, his breath mingling with mine…
I tried to commit it all to memory, especially the way Jack hardened inside me, the way his thrusts became erratic.
The pride I felt at knowing I made him lose control.
I rocked up to meet him, and he grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. Pinned my hand, intertwining with his, above my head.
And then he slowed down…pulling out until I was almost empty and then pushed back in slow, half an inch at a time.
My pussy clenched around him as I tried to pull him in.
To no avail.
He pulled out, pushing back in even slower this time.
The man was trying to kill me.
“Jack…faster…” I pleaded.
He lifted one corner of his mouth in a devilish smile, placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. “No. I like it when you beg.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he let my hand go and grabbed my hips, holding me still as he buried his cock inside me and gave three hard thrusts.
I saw stars, so close to the edge that I practically tasted the climax.
Then he stilled completely.
My eyes flew open and I looked at him as he stared down at me.
His expression was almost soft, revenant.
Sad.
I put my hand on his cheek and he leaned into my touch, letting his eyes drift closed.
My stomach trembled with the weight of this moment.
My body was on the edge.
My heart was, too.
I just wasn’t sure what came after the fall.
And then Jack thrust again, and thought was lost.
All I could focus on was him. The fullness, the burning stretch, the delicious friction.
Perfection only Jack could bring.
He slid his hand between our bodies and found my clit. Circled it twice, and leaned down, his breath warm against my ear.
“That pussy is choking my cock so good. So perfect. And mine.” He stroked my clit furiously, and the roughness of his touch demanded a response. I clamped down harder, so wet I felt it dripping down the crack of my ass. “Come for me. Come with me,” he demanded.
He moved his fingers faster. Drove his hips harder. Deeper.
Hitting the spot that made me see stars again and again and again.
“Jack—oh God—Jack—please,” I cried.
His cock was solid steel inside me. “That’s my good girl. Beg.”
“Please, Jack. Please.”
He twisted my clit.
The orgasm crashed through me.
Violent.
All-consuming.
I looked down when he pulled out, his cock hard, angry red, his expression feral.
He pulled me up and straddled my shoulders.
I opened for him automatically, and he fed me his cock, hot, hard, tasting of my cum and his.
“Asia,” he groaned. “Fuck—Asia—” He fisted my hair and held me still, his hips rocked as he spurted cum into my mouth.
I swallowed greedily, letting my tongue trace his shaft until he softened and slipped out of my mouth, a trail of spit and cum painting my lips.
He pushed back until I was lying down again, sliding down my body, and dropped his forehead dropped to mine, his weight pressing me into the floor.
“You okay?” he asked a few moments later.
“Yeah. You?”
He didn’t respond, but he stroked my neck, his fingers tracing his mark.
And we lay there, and I didn’t speak, didn’t even want to breathe.
Because whatever came next, whatever was out there, we had this and we had now.
But still, as perfect as this was, there was a truth I couldn’t escape.
I was scared.
Not of the zombies. Not of the future.
I was scared of Jack leaving.
I needed him, and would have to figure out how to make it without him.
And I didn’t know how.
He cupped my face, staring down at me, his dark eyes revealing nothing.
Then he kissed me.
Soft.
Sweet.
Devastating.
I kissed him back, pouring all that fear I wouldn’t ever speak into.
Like always Jack was there. And at that moment, I pretended he always would be.
Even though that was a lie.
He stroked my sides as he settled between my thighs, his cock hard.
He entered me without preamble, and fucked me roughly, almost desperately.
I gripped his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin.
He grunted and thrust harder.
“You’re mine,” he said.
There was no tenderness in his voice, and no room for contradiction.
I didn’t know anything, but this—Jack—was undeniable.
“Yours,” I whispered.
“Again,” he demanded, adding a hard thrust at the end of the word.
“Yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Jack.”
“Fucking right you are.”
He pounded into me. Brutal. Perfect.
Exactly what I needed.
I wrapped my legs around him, taking him deeper.
“You’re mine, too,” I gasped.
That stopped him, just for a second.
His eyes locked on mine, and for a split second, he smiled.
Then he moved again, his fingers playing with my over sensitive clit with no patience and no mercy.
It was too much.
“I can’t,” I said, my voice ragged.
“You can. Do it now. Come on my cock. Now.”
His voice, his touch unleashed something inside me.
The orgasm ripped through me.
Violent.
Consuming.
Just like Jack.
He thrust and then pulled out, his cum painting my belly.
He collapsed next to me and splayed his hand on my stomach, his fingers absently rubbing his cum into my skin.
“I should get on watch,” he said later.
Neither of us moved at first.
Then he pulled away, and I followed.
But I dressed slowly, sad to leave this place, the peace that I’d found here.
The man I’d found it with.
Jack climbed down the ladder first, and looked up as I climbed down, always watching, always ready.
When my feet hit the ground, he pulled me against him.
Gave me one more kiss.
Hand in hand, we walked out of the barn.
He was still here.
We were still together.
For now, that was enough.