25 #2

My face flushes with heat. The clit sucker. It shows how often I have visitors if I’m leaving my battery lovers lying around the living room. “Cooking utensil,” I mutter trying to grab it off him, but he holds it out of my reach.

His eyes gleam as he turns the damn thing on, and it comes to life with the conspicuous bzzzzzz.

“You’re the worst liar I’ve ever come across and I’ve come across a lot of liars in my business.

” He lets out a low chuckle. “It sounds like something you’d hear on a building site.

A cement mixer. Looks like it’s running low on battery, but you won’t be needing that anymore. ”

“Is that so?” I croak, my eyes widening as his lips pull into a wicked grin. “It’s got seven different settings. How many do you have?”

He licks his lips and stares at me with hooded eyes. My core clenches. “I have all the settings you need, Bonnie.”

I squeal in surprise as he picks me up and tosses me onto the sofa.

“These need to come off.” He tugs at my sweatpants, and I lift my hips so he can slide them down my legs, taking my panties down too.

A grunt falls from his lips as he gently pushes my legs apart and stares intensely for a long beat.

“Stop staring at me like that,” I whisper, my heart beating wildly.

“Why, darlin’? You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes lifting to meet my gaze. “Everything about you drives me crazy.”

I bite my lip. God, this guy is intense.

I’m still not giving up the clit sucker though.

“Hands up,” he says gruffly as his fingers find the hem of my top.

I obey and he pulls it over my hands and onto the floor.

“That’s much better. You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to see you naked.”

“You’re used to hot models.” I squirm and try to close my legs, but his knee comes down between them. “I can’t cope with this.” I try to cover myself with my hands, but he pins them down above my head. “Don’t look at the wobbly bits.”

“The wobbly bits are going straight into the wank bank for later.”

With one hand still holding me hostage, the other slides down over the curve of my breast. His thumbs circle my nipples until they are so hard, they hurt.

I moan, arching into his mouth. It’s been so long. Apparently all it takes is a nipple flick and I’m putty.

My moans seem to open a floodgate for Jack. He dips his head down to take my nipple in his mouth and greedily sucks, letting out grunts of pleasure like someone has just let him off his leash.

I look down. His long eyelashes close over his eyes as he devours both my breasts like he’s been given the gift of taste. Watching him is just as good as feeling it happen.

I never expected Jack to be this unhinged. I thought he would be more practised, reserved . . . in control.

It’s startling and scary . . . and fucking wild.

I fist his hair as my moans grow frantic. I need more.

He looks up at me, a dangerous gleam in his eye. “I’m going to taste every inch of this body.”

“Wait, Jack.” I whimper, putting my hand out to stop him before he buries his face in my crotch. “I’ve heard you’re really good at sex.”

He stops and stares up at me in amusement. “Why do you look like that’s not a good thing?”

“I’ve had one long-term partner in four years. Nothing since. I don’t know any fancy tricks. You must know them all.”

His lips twitch. “Fancy tricks?”

“You know what I mean,” I grumble. “My moves are probably out of date.”

“I’ve no doubt your moves are timeless.” He grins. “And I have a few moves on my own. But this sofa is too small to showcase my best ones.”

I eye him cautiously as he hovers above me. “What are you going to do?” I really don’t like the gleam in his eye.

He winks and pulls me up from the sofa.

“Jack,” I warn as he leads me towards the middle of the room.

“Relax, darlin’.” Taking my shoulders in his hands he turns me around, so my back is flush to his chest.

Ignoring my stunned protests, he pushes me down so my butt is up against his crotch and my head hangs with my hair trailing on the carpet.

“What the hell—”

Damn, I should have vacuumed.

From behind, he grabs my hands between my legs with both his hands and launches me into the air, flipping me upside down until I land on his shoulders with his face buried in my naked crotch.

“Jack!” I scream.

What the fuck?

I’m screaming and I can’t stop screaming. Did he just flip me like a stripper ?

“Put me down!” I gasp, half terrified, half euphoric. “I’m too heavy. And too clumsy! I’ll fall.”

“Relax.” His facial hair tickles my thighs. “I’ve got you.”

He has my ass in an iron grip.

Oh my God.

All I can do is clutch his hair for dear life as he navigates us into the bedroom. It’s a good thing I have high ceilings.

“How’s the view up there?” I can feel him grinning into my crotch.

“Dusty,” I say breathlessly. “There’s a spider on the ceiling I want you to get rid of. I hope you aren’t afraid of them.”

“Well, my view is un-fucking-believable down here.” To prove his point, his tongue licks my clit as he stops at the bed.

My whole body clenches. “ Jesus.”

In a swift motion, I’m tossed on my ass in the middle of the bed.

I gawk up at him. “What the hell was that?”

He towers over the bed, smirking wolfishly. “My version of carrying you over my shoulder like a caveman.”

“Barbaric,” I rasp.

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.” His dark eyes flash. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue first because once that tight little pussy is clenching around my cock, I won’t last. Not the first time.”

Holy God, this man talks dirty.

“Do it,” I say huskily, arching my back. “Please. And keep up the running commentary.”

This makes him laugh. “That might be difficult if my mouth is on your clit.”

He pushes my thighs wide in a deadlock. I can’t move even if I wanted to.

My pussy clenches onto nothing, waiting desperately.

Then he sinks his head down between my thighs and I feel his mouth latch greedily onto my clit.

Oh, my.

I feel everything . It’s like my senses are heightened to supersonic levels.

I feel his full lips, his facial hair, his square jaw, his tongue running circles over my swelling bud. This is like the full-throttle setting on the clit sucker.

“Bonnie.” It’s said in a slow, deep growl full of lust that makes my whole body shiver. “You taste so good, darlin’. You’re so fucking perfect.”

I let out a loud heady moan and squeeze my eyes shut. I feel each deep sweeping stroke of his tongue as he devours me. It’s too intense. “Oh my God, Jack.”

“Bonnie,” he hums against my pussy. “Open your eyes.”

I force them open and stare down at the beautiful man between my legs.

Jack’s dark brown eyes hold mine. “Watch me.” I feel the vibrations of his low rumble on my clit.

My legs try to close around his head, but he holds my thighs, spreading me as wide as I’ll go in a steel grip.

I’m on fire. My body shakes and tingles as he sucks on my throbbing clit, never breaking eye contact.

The look in his eyes is so intense I don’t know if I can hold his gaze. Watching him fuck me with his mouth feels a million times more intimate than anything I’ve ever done before.

“Jack,” I pant, the trembling in my body growing more violent, “that feels so good. Keep going.”

“Yes, darlin’,” he growls from between my legs. “I love how you moan my name. Scream it when you come.” It’s an order.

“Don’t stop. Jack , don’t stop.”

I can’t hold it anymore. I don’t know if it’s the pressure building in my core or the look of pure pleasure on his face that tips me over the edge.

The orgasm blasts through me taking control of every cell. My legs try to buck out of his grip. I let out an almighty moan, pulling on his hair hard as the fluttering down below explodes into violent waves of pleasure.

Waves that go on for so long, I’m scared they won’t stop.

“Oh.” I stare dazed at him as I come down off the high and go limp.

“Oh, indeed,” he says with a crooked grin, looking up at me from between my legs.

“The chicken shop probably heard that last scream.”

“Darlin’, all of England heard that.”

I laugh giddily and stretch my hands above my head, almost purring . “That was amazing.”

He comes up to my eye level, hovering above me and caging my head with his forearms.

His eyes darken into something primal. “Don’t get too comfortable, sweetheart. Now it’s my turn.”

Oh, help me, God.

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