8. Amber
“Drive the car around,” Jack says to the limo driver before he raises the privacy screen. He picks up his phone, flicks through his contacts, and makes a call. “Hi, Jack Clark here. Can you send cake and champagne to my room, please?”
I wonder if I called the hotel and asked the same. They’d know without asking which room I was staying in. I doubt it.
“So, Mrs. Clark, where would you like to go, dinner, another show?” Jack asks.
“Ms. Greyson is happy to do anything,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
He grins, his hand stroking my leg. “Anything?”
“Well, we are married,” I say, giving him my sexiest smile, which probably makes me look like a fool.
“And we need to consummate it. That’s the rule, isn’t it?”
“I believe it is,” I say.
He says nothing, but his lips turn up as he continues to watch me. His stare puts me in a fluster as I wonder what he’s thinking. Probably wondering if I’m going to get all clingy or try to get more from this. It’s as though he’s trying to unmask me and work out my thoughts.
I wish I were cooler, not giving him anything. But I’m not sure I’m successful because he keeps getting me hot and bothered.
And it’s definitely him and not the Vegas heat—no, it’s him.
His face lowers. I wait.
Finally, his lips touch mine, scorching hot, and sending a shiver down my spine right to my core. Anticipation thickens in the air.
He lowers his body, dropping his head to my sex, and there he inhales deeply. His eyes closed, his face filled with pleasure.
“So fucking addictive.” He looks up at me through long dark lashes while on his knees on the floor of the limo, and I can’t believe he is doing this.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
He has a filthy look in his eye, like he knows he”s about to ruin me. My insides are melting at that thought. He grins and before I know it, his head is back between my thighs, like he”s etching my scent on his brain.
Why is this feeling so much more than how it started?
Still kneeling between my legs, his fingers catch the top of my panties, he slowly pulls them down my legs and over my ankles.
“These are mine now.” He slips them into his pocket before pressing his face into my center again. His deep inhale is the sound of a beast. “Fuck, this is mine.”
I clench, knowing he’s saying it for the effect and it’s working. I’m getting embarrassing wet, and he’s only talking and inhaling me. Yet I’m near to coming.
His large hands push at my knees, making me wider, so wide I’m surprised that I let him.
He pauses, taking me in for a moment and I wonder if he’s suddenly come to his senses and now wants this to stop.
God, we are crazy.
What on earth are we thinking? I’m sure we can get an annulment tomorrow.
“Are you okay?” I ask, almost too scared to hear the answer.
Not if he wants an annulment. The marriage was stupid, and I’d annul it in a heartbeat.
I’m scared he no longer wants me for our one-night, maybe two-night stand.
I never wanted it before, but now I desperately need it.
It’s been far too long.
“I’m almost too scared to start,” he says, his eyes staring back at me. “I’m scared I won’t want to stop.”
“You’ll be back in New York before you know it, doing what you do,” I say. “I’ll be long forgotten. Don’t worry. I’m not under any illusions what we have will be anything other than what we have in Vegas.” My words are hard, but my heart is aching as I say them.
“Are you saying we should just enjoy it while it lasts?” he asks.
“Yes, just enjoy what we have left and...” I shrug my shoulders.
And be glad there’s an ocean to keep us apart.
He’s silent for a moment as he lowers his face and nods. Slowly, he runs his hand down the inside of my thigh, circling his fingertips through the lips of my sex.
His mouth latches onto my clit, eliciting a deep moan from me, then from him. Our gazes lock and when he slowly slides a thick finger inside me, my back arches and my head touches the headrest behind me.
“Look at me,” he growls, pressing his thumb against my clit.
Our eyes meet again as another finger slides inside me. My eyelashes flutter as my body instinctively clenches around them.
Jack hisses his approval, and lazily he removes his fingers, before sliding them back into my heat.
“Oh God,” I whisper. He doesn’t stop, he keeps pumping me with his fingers. My arousal is building, the sounds of my pleasure filling the back of the car.
“Come for me, Amber. Come on my tongue.”
He spears his tongue inside, not removing his thumb. French kissing my pussy as dots flash behind my eyelids and I can no longer keep them open as I listen to the sounds of him eating me out like he is a starved man.
My climax comes fast.
My fingernails dig into his shoulders, his head, his arms as I try to control what’s happening.
He doesn’t stop until my body stops trembling.
“Oh wow,” I say when I come down from my high.
Totally uncool, Amber. Nobody says wow after an orgasm.
He kisses me between my legs, my thighs, the inside of my knees as our eyes lock and I wonder how I’ll go the rest of my life without him.
Jack’s igniting things inside me I never thought were possible. A few nights of being around him, but I know I’m going to have to be brave and forget about him after Vegas.
He finally rises and sits on the seat beside me, pulling me into his lap. My heart beats too rapidly. I twist on his lap, straddling him. Slowly, I stare into his eyes as I undo his shirt button, one by another slow one, until I finally push the material back and stare at his chest. I’ve already seen it at the pool, but somehow seeing his muscular torso like this seems more erotic.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
“I’m your husband; I shouldn’t need a condom,” he says. Luckily, there’s a rise on one side of his mouth, and I take that he means it jokingly.
“Unless you want to risk a baby, you need a condom,” I say, arching an eyebrow. “I’m not on the pill and...”
“And...”
“Well, you did say you only had sex three weeks ago. You have no girlfriend and haven’t had one for a long time, which can only mean one thing.”
“What’s that?” he says, with a hint of annoyance in his tone.
“You need to use a condom,” I smile. “Before the moment goes.”
He picks me up like I weigh nothing and places me on the seat beside him. Leaning forward, he presses a button, and the privacy screen lowers.
“We’re ready to go back now,” he says.
Everything but my beating heart is too quiet after that.
I stare out of the window and watch as hotel after hotel passes by.
Finally, the car pulls up at the hotel. I open my purse and take out my business card, then step out of the limo and walk into the hotel lobby.
“Amber,” he says.
I turn and hand him my card.
“What’s this for?”
“My contact details for sending the divorce papers through,” I say. “You need a way of contacting me.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I know you’re pissed off with me. And as you’ve got what you needed, I’ll bid you a good life.”
“No, I wasn’t pissed off with you. I just didn’t want to have sex with you in the car. I don’t know why, but I want you in my bed.”
“But the way you dumped me beside you.”
He shakes his head. “I know, but believe me, it wasn’t because of anything you said.”
“Then why?”
“Spend the night with me,” he says. “I just didn’t want it to end in a car.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
“Dinner first.”
After dinner, we weave through the throngs of people in the hotel lobby, my heart beating louder with each step we take toward the elevators.
“Let’s make the most of tonight,” he says, and I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the promise in his words.
I blush, feeling the warmth of his gaze as the car moves up and my eyes follow the numbers on the panel.
He stands close, his hand finding mine, squeezing it gently. The gesture is simple, but it sends warmth spreading through my chest.
Outside Jack’s room, he fumbles with his key card to open the door. I decide to take the lead and unzip his pants at the door.
Jack turns and grins. “Let me at least open the door.”
“I owe you one.” I laugh, trying to pull his trousers down.
I tuck my hands down his trousers, grabbing his hard cock. Something about tonight has ignited my primal need for him.
The door clicks open.
He stumbles in with me still clutching his cock, and we walk to the sofa.
“I need to eat,” I say, licking my lips and wondering where the hell I found my libido and my dirty mouth. But this man seems to ignite every nerve, every cell turning me from a simmering ember to a roaring fire.
Jack pushes his pants down his thighs and I don’t wait for them to leave his legs before I take his cock in my mouth. Smiling around it when I hear his throaty gasp.
I grasp his thighs as I take him down my throat, feeling his legs tremble against my hands. Humming away, my eyes close as I take him deeper than I ever thought I could.
“Look at me.” His fingers push back the hair on my face. My eyes open and I look up through my lashes at him. He is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and the way he’s looking at me is like I’m his queen.
“You are so fucking hot, you’re a goddess,” he hisses.
Queen... Goddess... I’ll take either.
“Mmm,” I murmur as I stroke his cock in my hand, twisting and turning as my tongue licks around the crown and down the shaft. My other hand cups his balls and I squeeze lightly. I don’t want to give him a hernia, but I want him to remember me. I want him to remember what I can do for him.
I draw him in my mouth again, sucking and licking away to the sounds of his deep moans. He’s so turned on that I’m turned on by his noises he makes, but also by his taste.
He grabs my hair in his hand, getting closer to his climax. And when his balls tighten in my hand and the sounds from his mouth turn into primal growls, I know I have him.
But then he pulls out and drags me off the floor.
“I need to be inside you,” he says.
I’m more surprised he didn’t want to come inside my mouth.
He unzips me from my dress, letting it fall to a puddle on the floor. His eyes roam over my body before he picks me up in his large hands, throws me over his shoulder, and runs to the bedroom as I laugh, smacking my hands against his ass.
He lays me down on the bed, dragging off my underwear, and standing back. Staring at me for a moment and making me feel self-conscious.
“You’re beautiful, Wife,” he says.
“You’re gorgeous, Hubby,” I respond. He is. “Now get a condom and let’s consummate this marriage.”
He grins. “I think you won your bet getting married.”
I nod. “But the rest of the night is because I want you.”
He tilts his head to one side as he removes his shirt, showing me his amazing muscular bod. His eyes don’t leave my face.
He crawls up my body, one small step at a time, while staring at me like a lion about to pounce.
“We need a condom,” I say.
“I want to feel you without one.”
I shiver at the idea of feeling him hard and raw inside of me. But...
“I’m not on the pill.” I reach for the dresser, my hand moving over the top until I find the condom he had in his pocket, and hand it to him.
The packet rustles as he tears it open.
Our eyes meet for a moment before he leans back on his heels and slowly he wraps his long, thick dick with protection.
My breath catches in my throat, surprised at how sexy it looks.
His fingers slide through my slit. “Still wet.”
I smile as he brings the head of his cock to my entrance before meeting my gaze again.
I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist as he slowly feeds himself into me; inch by glorious inch. He takes his sweet time, making sure I’m aware of him. Making sure that I can never forget our one and only time together.
He smiles down at me.
There’s an unexpected ache in my chest, a sensation I haven’t had in years.
This is fake, Amber. Don’t catch feelings.
When he presses harder, my mouth hangs open. It feels like he is claiming of me. Every look, every touch, every groan he makes, all the while making sure I know this is him doing this to me.
“Ahh.” When he finally reaches the hilt, I look to the place where we meet.
“Eyes on me,” he says, waiting.
He fills me so completely I can’t think of anything but him. I can’t see anything but him.
His hips thrust back and snap forward.
“Kiss me,” I beg, reaching for him.
He gazes at me for a moment, brushing my hair back from my forehead in an unexpected moment of tenderness.
He pulls out halfway, his hand holding my leg as he covers me with his muscular body before his lips softly take mine.
Our kiss is frantic, my heart racing at how much I need him right now. At how much it feels like he needs me, too.
He pulls away and smiles at my lips. “You’re fucking perfect, Amber.”
“That’s why you married me,” I say, grinning as I wrap both legs around his body, lifting my pelvis, chasing for more.
He chuckles, thrusting his hips backward and pressing forward, pumping me harder. “It is,” he lies.
But I’m fine about the lie. I’m too busy chasing for my release.
And just when I’m about to get it, he teases me by slowing down and dragging out every long thrust. And I’m teetering on the edge as we fuck slowly for a while—staring at each other, and the moment feels unreal.
Finally he ups the tempo to hard and fast, pulling my body to his as our skin slaps together as we move as one.
I watch in awe at the way he looks at me.
What’s happening—what’s this feeling?
This isn’t supposed to happen.
“What are you doing to me, Amber?” he growls above me. Sweat dots his temple.
I feel it too. I want him to spin me around on the bed, have sex with me from behind while I’m on my knees. Anything so we’re not looking into each other’s eyes.
But he doesn’t. Jack takes my hands and raises them above my head.
His eyes are still on mine, but his hips snap faster.
Harder.
The heat of his cock searing with each quick thrust inside me, groaning louder as the momentum builds. He’s trying to make this different.
I need it too. “Harder,” I hiss.
My words set him off. He holds my waist and turns us on the bed, so I’m on top.
“Now I’m in control.” Straddling him now, bouncing in controlled restraint as my pleasure builds. The sounds of our moans mix with the slapping of our skin, and our breathing, which has fallen into an aligned rhythm.
There’s a crazy moment when I wish we could be skin-to-skin, feeling every inch of his cock stroking inside me, but I stop that stupid thought when a shiver of my orgasm starts to roll through me.
My head drops back, not wanting him to see me fall apart, but he places his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me forward.
“Look at me when you come on my cock.” His voice is demanding and possessive, and as he looks into my eyes, there’s a shift in the dynamics. “I need to see you.” The fingers of his other hand grip my hip, rocking his hips upwards, fucking me hard from underneath. ”I need to see you.”
I need to see you. My heart rate increases as his words float in my head and my body takes over, and taking me to the point of no return.
I’m so close to coming.
I flatten my hand on his hard as stone abs to keep up the pace and try to control it. It’s no use.
Waves flow through me, each one stronger than the last.
“Jack—” I’m looking into his eyes as I breathe his name over and over.
And it’s the moment he shatters. His cock pulsing inside me.
It takes several minutes for my breathing to regulate back to normal. Jack holds my limp body against his, kissing my neck, my head, my cheek. Anything his mouth can reach.
I don’t know what happened between us, but right now, it feels like the world is reduced to only being about me—and him.
His smile, his laugh, his wedding ring glistening on my finger.
And I should be scared of what I’ve done. I know the perils of marriage—I see it every day. But I don’t care right now. Because right now, this moment is bliss, and I never want it to end.