Chapter 30
A Saturday Together
Itugged on the straps at Jack’s feet to make sure they were secure. “Not too tight?” I asked.
“No.” Jack’s voice was deep and husky as he stared at me, his pupils already blown wide.
I looked past him to where his arms were stretched toward the headboard. The stretch was more extended than I had pictured in my fantasies. If the roles were reversed, the length of the straps probably wouldn’t work. “Are you sure that’s not uncomfortable?”
“Do I look uncomfortable?”
My eyes moved from where his fingertips pointed toward the headboard down over his tousled hair, his neck where his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, over those pecs I’d been admiring all morning.
I followed the trail of hair to where his erection pointed toward his stomach—a drop of moisture already beaded on the flared head—and then couldn’t move my eyes past it.
“A little, yeah. You’re so hard.” I wrapped my hand around him and was rewarded with his groan. My hand loosened, my fingers trailing up, catching the precum. I brought my finger to my mouth to suck it off.
“Oh fuck.” Jack’s hips lifted from the bed as he squeezed his eyes shut.
I giggled at his tight expression. I’d brought a man to orgasm with my hands and my mouth before, but getting him off had been my primary focus, the quicker the better. With Jack, I wanted to draw it out, so I could touch him as long as possible. I’d never wanted to tease someone before.
I swung a leg over his body, crawling up until my face hovered above his, waiting for his eyes to open again.
“Are you ready, Jack?”
“I almost came on my stomach before you even started,” he admitted. “Should I pick a safe word?”
I shook my head. “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.
And don’t worry about coming immediately.
I’ll avoid your penis for a while. I want to touch you all over.
” My hands sifted through his hair, tugging in the way he liked, and his jaw grew tense as his hips shifted again, his penis nearly touching my ass.
“I’m not going to last. You should sit on my face so I can get you off with my mouth. You deserve to come first.”
He kept surprising me. In my experience, when I offered to get a man off, he couldn’t wait for me to do it.
“It’s okay. I want to do this for you.”
“What about a sixty-nine?” he said. “We give each other oral at the same time.”
I let my hands drift down, sliding along the shell of his ear, which drew out a shiver, then down his sensitive neck and over his shoulders. I skimmed the hair along his arms until I reached the soft cuffs wrapped around his wrists, giving them a tug.
“Who’s the one tied up here?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Jack swallowed. “Me.”
“So who’s the one who gets to do what they want?”
“You.” The word rasped in his throat.
My touch drifted down his arms again, retracing his inner elbow when he shivered. His tattoos came next, and I let my nail slip over each one, studying the intricate lines of the art he’d chosen.
“I want you to tell me about these later.” Maybe hearing why he’d chosen what he had would help me figure out which tattoo I’d like to get.
“Anytime you want,” he agreed, his eyes still locked on my face.
I continued exploring. I liked the softness of his underarm hair. His island scent smelled stronger there, and I realized it came from his deodorant. I mapped over his pecs next. They bounced under my touch, and I giggled.
“Show off.” My thumbs traced around his nipples.
He shivered, and I repeated the caress, watching his jaw tighten before shifting down his body.
I let his penis slide along my belly and up between my breasts, and his eyes dropped to watch.
He made a choked sound, and I decided to leave him with the view, while I memorized the planes of his six-pack.
I’d never touched anyone with that much definition before.
Jack wasn’t kidding when he said he worked out.
My hands skimming his belly caused the next shiver, but he really shuddered when my fingers found the divot near his pelvis leading down to where his penis was still hard and erect, a new drop of precum already forming.
I shifted down, bent my head, and licked it up with my tongue. He hissed in a breath, his hips lifting to press the head of his penis harder against my tongue. My hands found his hips, and I pressed them against the bed.
“Behave,” I warned. “I’m not done touching yet.”
“Are you turned on by this, Hailey?” Jack asked.
My thighs squeezed together, making the ache worse. “Yes,” I admitted.
He licked his lips. “Prove it. Let me see.”
His words made even more heat build inside me. I leaned back on my arms, letting my legs fall open and giving him a view of my vagina. My inner thighs were damp, I was so wet.
“Fuck, you’re almost dripping. Touch yourself, love. I want you to feel good, too.”
My legs closed, and I sat upright. “This is for you.”
“I know, and I’m so turned on right now. Just watching you come would send me over the edge. The idea of you not coming kills me.”
He looked a little sad. I didn’t want him to be sad. I wanted him to let go.
“You really wouldn’t mind me masturbating?” I asked him. Giving blow jobs had turned me on in the beginning with my ex, too, but he had been annoyed if I touched myself instead of focusing on getting him off.
“Mind? I’d soak up every second.” His gaze slid from my breasts down to between my legs, as if memorizing the sight.
I stopped straddling him, moved to the side of the bed where I kept my toys in the nightstand, and pulled out my favorite bullet vibrator. I showed it to him. “If I put this between my legs while I’m getting you off, would that make you feel better?”
“I love that idea. I want you taken care of, too.”
I hummed in my throat as I returned to a position below his legs. My hands skimmed up his ankles over his calves, finding another sensitive spot on the side of his knee. I drew closer to his penis.
“The vibrator. You didn’t set it up yet.” His eyebrows had drawn together, and his body had grown tense.
I placed the bullet on his thigh, then straddled his leg, nestling the vibrator against my clit. “This okay?”
“You’re going to drip all over my leg. It’s fucking perfect.”
I flipped the vibrator on, feeling a flare of sensation in my clit before adjusting it to concentrate better. I reached for his penis, wrapping my hand around it.
“You’re so thick,” I breathed, twisting a little to appreciate the girth of him. My mouth watered as I stared at the new drop of precum. I leaned over him, away from the vibrator, opened my mouth, and let saliva drip onto his penis.
“Did you just—?” He choked on the question.
I rubbed the saliva all over his penis to help my hand glide more smoothly in a firm pump. “See? It’s better like this.”
He lifted his hips, thrusting into my grip. “Fuck, Hailey.” His hips stuttered as he forced them to go still. “Fuck.”
I pressed down on the vibrator, letting it build up the sweet ache inside me as I used my hand on him in tight, firm strokes, the wetness of my saliva keeping the strokes smooth.
“No thrusting. I want to be the one to get you off.” My other hand found his balls, rolling them gently. I traced over the spot beneath.
“Oh fuck. I’m going to—Hailey!” Jack cried out with my next downward pump, his penis pulsing in my grip as he came all over his stomach. There was something so carnal about watching him orgasm. I couldn’t look away. His body shuddered and jerked before he grew slack, panting.
The vibrator thrummed against me as I stared at the results. His limp body looked wrecked, all because of me.
I released his penis with a lingering caress and rose from the bed to get a washcloth from the bathroom. I wiped up his cum, making sure the trail of hair didn’t have any lingering drops. When I was done, I curled up against him, resting my head on his chest so I could listen to his thudding heart.
He took a deeper, steadying breath. “I was too quick. You didn’t come.”
“I got distracted. You looked so beautiful.”
He made a sound in his throat. “Beautiful?”
I shrugged. The word fit. He’d called my name as his head fell back and he pulsed in my hand. It was amazing.
The vibrator hummed in the silence where it’d fallen on the inside of his leg.
“Untie me?” Jack asked.
“Oh, right.” It took me a couple of tries to get his arms free, and then he helped me with his legs.
Before I could curl up against him again, he flipped me to my back, the vibrator in his hand and sliding across my slit up to my clit. My legs fell open wider as I cried out his name.
“That’s it. Do you have any condoms here?” he asked.
“C-condoms?” I asked, the ache I’d already felt becoming a throb as my legs began to shake. “No.” There had only been a couple in the nightstand, and I’d slipped them into the box with my ex’s boxers during the move, not liking the idea of keeping the condoms he’d bought.
“Then I guess you’re lucky I’m tapped out. Otherwise, I’d fill you with my cum.” He thrust two fingers inside me with the words. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
My body shuddered as the orgasm took me under, the vibrator extending the pulses while my body clenched and released around his fingers. He slid them out as I went limp, sucking on the glistening digits. The carnal image caused another throb between my legs.
After flipping the vibrator off, he pulled me into his arms and rolled us to our sides. “You got really worked up getting me off, didn’t you?”
I hummed, feeling like putty in his hands. “I want to tie you up and make you come in my mouth next.”
He chuckled against my hair. “Only if I can tie you up and go down on you first.”
I nodded against him. “Deal.”
“God, I’m crazy about you,” he murmured in my ear.
I smiled into his neck, brushing a kiss there.
“Me too.” Our arms wrapped around each other tighter as we drifted in a hazy post orgasm bliss, the type of bliss I would no longer miss out on, not while I was with this man.
And I would never have found him had I not started going to his bar on Friday nights.