Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
Flustered Flurry
Noelle
Ihad no idea what had come over me. One moment, I hated Jack’s guts, and I wanted to be as far away from the man as I could be.
In the next, I wanted his mouth on me, and his rejection had hurt.
It had pried me open and led to a bratty response because all I needed were his lips to be doing exactly what he was now.
His tongue parted me and spread me open to indulge in a taste of the forbidden fruit. The one thing he never should’ve done. Kiss me.
“I want you,” Jack groaned against my lips. “But God, I still hate you.”
“This doesn’t”—I pecked his lips—“change anything”—another kiss—“between us.”
Breathlessly, I let Jack shut me up with a nibble on my bottom lip. He sucked the tender flesh into his mouth, and I whimpered for him. He stroked my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, wiped away the wet beads of tears, and deepened the kiss into the greedy frenzy we both desired.
Jack danced his tongue against mine, and heat flurried throughout my body at an accelerated pace and left my skin tingling. Every nerve ending was a live wire, sparking out of control, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
Jack slowed the kiss down and leisurely played with my tongue.
Swirled left and right with a flick until he moved away from my mouth and trailed his lips down to my chin, over my thrumming pulse, and across my neckline until he pulled back and gazed down at me with a red-hot, searing passion in those gorgeous chestnut eyes.
“No. This doesn’t.” Jack’s hot breath was against my mouth. “Except your dad will kill me for kissing you.”
“Not if I kill you first.” I smirked and trailed my hands up his plaid shirt.
A low rumble vibrated in Jack’s chest and escaped through his parted lips.
The manly groan aroused me more than I cared to admit.
He was the person I despised, but he had made my panties wet.
My damn body wouldn’t work with my mind.
I should slap him and demand that he get off me, so I could run through the chilly forest back to my house.
I shouldn’t be okay with having him on top of me, but I was. I was extremely fucking turned on.
“I’d rather be dead than kiss you again,” Jack argued, but the way his cock throbbed against my thigh told a different story.
I clenched his shirt and pulled Jack’s face closer. “Good.”
“Fine. Fuck,” he grumbled and kissed me.
The frustration, eagerness to explore, and undeniable distaste stoked a fire between us that wouldn’t burn the fuck out.
The flames kept building and growing while our mouths ventured where they never should’ve roamed.
Jack kept making these sounds that made me want more of him as I crawled my fingers into the hair at the back of his neck.
I played with the fine strands, which I had envisioned to be rough with age, but were soft as feathers.
Damn, Jack smelled good. I could eat him, swallow him whole and not waste a bite. He was aged but fine.
Jack let me come up for air.
“Don’t stop,” I mumbled against his mouth. “I need more.”
Jack Timber’s mouth was an addiction I never should’ve indulged, but once I had him, I couldn’t stop.
Jack trailed his lips down my neck. “That would be the wrong decision.”
“No,” I admitted breathlessly, with my hands on top of his head. “A fucking stupid one.”
Jack swirled his tongue against my skin and forced a smile of elation to spread across my lips. A soft giggle escaped me, and I couldn’t contain it. Jack’s head shot up.
“I didn’t know you’re ticklish,” he said as he trailed his fingers slowly down the separated zipper of my jacket, and he touched bare skin. “I wonder where else you are sensitive to my touch?”
I gasped at the contact as I watched Jack eye up my flesh that must’ve accidentally become exposed after our collision. My blouse had hitched up underneath my jacket to reveal my stomach to his hungry eyes. He feasted on me and couldn’t turn away.
“There,” I sighed.
“Here?” Jack asked as his mouth moved lower to the waist of my sweatpants, and he pulled at the elastic band.
“No,” I whispered as my breathing hitched and I pushed his head lower. “Right—”
I yelped. Jack bit my pubic bone. His teeth excited me, and I couldn’t wait for his mouth to be on me.
“There,” Jack rumbled as he smirked up at me and pulled at the elastic band of my pants. “Fuck. I bet you are wet for me, aren’t you, little Elle?”
“Why don’t you take a goddamn peek, wiseass?” I teased.
I shimmied until Jack had my sweats down to one ankle, and I watched him drape my other leg over his shoulder.
A shiver ran up my spine, but not from the cold snow melted below me.
The quiver was for him and what I was about to let Jack Timber do to me.
I was about to let my dad’s best friend go down on me, eat my pussy until he licked up the last drop and satisfy me like I was his woman.
Would I have regrets? Probably. Did I give a damn? Not with his head between my thighs and his scruffy beard grazing my skin.
“Don’t mind if I do, brat,” Jack huffed against my flesh and touched my soaked thong. “Jesus, Elle. Are you always this wet for me?”
“Don’t flatter your—” I whimpered at the slap against my clit.
“Quit talking back,” Jack ordered and brushed kisses up my inner thigh. “Be a good girl for me, Elle.”
“Oh, Jack,” I whispered.
I was flushed. My heart rate accelerated, and my breathing became more out of control with each peck that came closer to the ache between my legs.
Christ. Jack was going agonizingly slow, but he had me delirious with lust. I wanted him badly; I pushed his head down to my sensitive spot, but he wouldn’t give in.
“Patience, little Elle,” Jack breathed against me. “I need to treat my best friend’s daughter nicely.”
“Forget being nice. Be naughty,” I begged.
Jack grazed his teeth over the thin silky fabric of my panties, and my head fell back into the hood of my winter jacket. His enamel rubbed against my clit, and I moaned out into the wilderness. My midsection pushed up more to force him in closer, but he held onto my hips to remain in control.
“Slow down, princess,” Jack murmured against my pussy. “I want you soaked, begging, and mine.”
Jack grabbed the G-string between his teeth and pulled at my thong. I gasped. He ripped the material in half, and it dangled from my skin. Holy shit!
Jack was savage, rugged, and 100 percent man.
“Hey! Those were my favorite,” I pouted up at Jack.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Jack mumbled, his warm breath against my cunt.
I was about to argue until Jack tossed my other leg over his shoulder and leaned further into me. Head bent, eyes locked on me over my hairless pussy, with broad shoulders for days. Goddamn, he was sexy when he was eager to please me.
“Any last words?” Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.
Yeah. You are the cockiest son of a bitch I’ve ever known. I hate you, but I love the way you kiss me, and I bet your mouth on my pussy will be just as good too. Maybe after this I will stop thinking about you.
“Don’t suck,” I said.
“I won’t.” Jack playfully winked and blew out a breath onto my drenched entrance. “I’ve got years of practice under my belt, little Elle.”
“Smartass—” My wisecrack ended with a quick flick of Jack’s tongue at my clit, and he had me whimpering for him.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his teeth grazed my sensitive nub and pulled at it until pain made me cry out. I fisted my hands into his hair, yanking at the strands until he eased up and let my clit loose. Only to flick his tongue up my slick slit.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out.
Frantically, I pressed my hips up to his face, wanting more of his skilled tongue as he let himself in.
The muscle worked in between my soft walls, and I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting.
Jack felt good, eating out my pussy while he peered at me, lost in bliss.
He proceeded to go deeper while I pushed up against his face.
I was certain I’d make a mess all over his neatly groomed beard, but he didn’t care.
He kept flicking, twisting, and lapping his tongue in my juices.
Jack removed his tongue, only to lick my clit and suckle me until I screamed and gyrated in a circular motion against his mouth. Uncontrollably, I moved faster until a tingling sensation crawled up my body. He groaned, let go of my hip, and placed two fingers inside me.
Jack finger-fucked me while his mouth pleasured my clit.
He dove in deep, repeatedly, while I let go of his hair and fell back down to the earth below.
My eyes rolled again, and my hands clenched at the cold snow, only to melt with the heat radiating out of me.
With nothing to hold on to and no time to think as my world lit up with bright lights, the ache between my thighs exploded.
“Yes!” I cried out repeatedly with each blast of warm pleasure obliterating the chilly weather.
Jack hummed against me, pulled his fingers out, and I soaked his face with my release. He kept working his magic until I was done. I lay still beneath him except for my unsteady breathing.
The condensation of my breath was all I could see, mixed in with the endless blue sky, until Jack’s mouth left my pussy, and his face blocked out the sunshine.
He peered down at me with a blank stare, and I couldn’t read him.
I hated his emotionless eyes staring at me because I feared what he was thinking.
Did he enjoy the taste of me? Would he want more?
Fuck! Why did I care?
I didn’t.
“What?” I snapped and reached for my pants at my ankle. “Was the taste of me too bitter for you?”
I pulled my sweats up halfway, one leg in and the other out, but Jack stopped me. He dipped a hand between my legs, and I sucked in a breath. He nudged a finger slowly inside while my mouth opened wide in shock. His index slid back out, and I blew out the air in my lungs with a shaky sigh.
“No, princess,” Jack admitted as he smelled his finger, and his beard glistened with my juices. “Your pussy is fucking sweet. Here. Taste.”
Jack held his index limb out to me.
“No way.” I shook my head.
“Yes, be my good girl and taste yourself,” Jack demanded.
Something about the way he called me his good girl made me obey. I wrapped my lips around his finger and closed my eyes while I swirled my tongue around it. I ensured I ate up every drop he had offered to me and popped him out of my mouth.
Jack cursed. I opened my eyes to see heat flaring in his stare, and I thought he’d kiss me, but he didn’t. Instead, he stood up and reached into his back pocket.
My neighbor was back in full grump mode while he put on gloves and adjusted his junk. His erection was completely noticeable inside his jeans, and he didn’t give a fuck. I swallowed the lump in my throat at the sight of him. God. Jack was packing a massive dick.
A cock I wanted Jack to stuff me full of.
Christ. Noelle! No, quite thinking dirty thoughts about the man next door.
Jack ate me out, and I was done with him. Finished. The end.
I held up a hand. “Aren’t you going to help?”
“Yep.” Jack ignored my hand and grabbed the tree trunk. “Let’s get this tree home.”
Asshole.
“Right,” I mumbled.
Stupid Christmas tree.
“Here’s your hat.” Jack tossed the wool at me.
I threw the hat aside. Too enraged at myself for giving in to Jack Timber when I knew better. I never noticed this man until this holiday season, and now I was trying to fix my pants, with the rest of my thong on the ground.
Out of frustration, I kicked some snow over the mistake I had made.
I wanted to bury what I had done, but my slick pussy dripped excess juices down my thighs.
I remembered everything thanks to Jack’s teeth and the slip-and-slide scenario happening in my pants while I walked behind the man I couldn’t stand.
Effortlessly, Jack dragged the evergreen through the snow, and he glanced back at me over his shoulder.
His eyes were stone cold, and he hadn’t wiped off the cum that froze on his beard.
I shivered at the memory of his mouth, wanting to leave the past behind us.
I had wanted the flame to burn out between us, but the blaze still lingered inside of me, and I feared this was only the beginning of our love-to-hate relationship gone astray.