Seventeen
Jack
She stiffened for half a heartbeat, then she melted, mouth opening, hands fisting my shirt, pulling me closer like she needed this as badly as I did.
She couldn’t possibly feel a fraction of the want—the need—for her that had me tight in its grip.
Her touch broke something in me.
I backed her into the edge of the table.
I forgot about the cheese and crackers, and when they scattered across the floor, she gave me a sultry smile that made my cock jerk painfully against my zipper.
“Jack—”
That was all she managed before I kissed her again, swallowing any protest. I slipped my hands up her shirt, rubbing her soft stomach before going higher. When I brushed the undersides of her breasts, she gasped into my mouth, her body rocking closer, searching for more.
“Think you can handle this, Counselor?” I rasped, voice shredded.
She replied without hesitation. “I’m gonna fucking try.”
I yanked the shirt off over her head. Her bra was plain black, nothing special, but even if she wore the finest lingerie, I couldn’t have wanted to take it off any more than I already did.
I pulled the fabric and smiled when her full, soft tits spilled out. I squeezed, testing their weight, salivating at the thought of tasting every delectable inch of the gorgeous mounds.
Her eyes fluttered closed, so I barked, “Eyes on me.”
She snapped them open and I stared into them, noticing how her pupils were so blown, they almost swallowed the brown.
Almost feral at the thought that I made them that way.
I squeezed her fleshy hips, letting my fingers trail up her thighs, then down her stomach. She tensed and then gripped my shoulders, anticipating the touch I wasn’t ready to give her. She stayed in that limbo, not pulling me closer, but not pushing me away, either.
She let out a gorgeous little yelp when I yanked her yoga pants down, taking her panties with them.
She stepped out, awkward, breath hitching.
“Sit on the table.”
“Jack—”
“Do it.”
She obeyed.
Good.
Smart.
But she kept her legs closed, the gap between them so small, I couldn’t stand between them. I slid my knee between hers and used it to spread her wider and step into the new gap I created.
Her breath stuttered out in a broken moan, and her eyelids dropped ever so slightly.
I breathed deep, certain I smelled her arousal, as I watched the micro-expressions that flitted across her face.
“Pretty,” I muttered.
I didn’t mean to say it, but the word slipped out.
Another sign of how she tested my control.
She didn’t have time to react. I ducked my head and ran my tongue over her neck, slow, deliberate, tasting her skin with patience I was shocked I still had.
Her back arched, and she bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan.
“Let me hear it,” I growled into her skin, my breath and the vibration raising goosebumps in their wake. I kneeled in front of her, kissing my way down until my lips rested against her mound.
She squirmed, hissing when I blew a soft breath against her tender flesh, and then gave her clit a long, slow lick.
She moaned then, loud, guttural, so deliciously filthy, I almost came .
“That’s right. Let me hear how fucking good this feels.”
I circled her opening and then sucked her clit into my mouth, feeling the muscles in her soft thighs clench tight as she shook.
Her pussy leaked, and I lapped up each drop, drinking from her like the desperate man I was.
I wanted her to feel some of that desperation.
Needed her to feel it.
I anchored her in place with one hand and used the other to fuck her relentlessly. I curled my fingers in that way I knew she liked, and she broke.
Her climax came with low ragged moans and she held my shoulders like they were the only thing keeping her from flying away.
“Jack—”
My cock jerked painfully at the sound of my name on her lips, so wrecked and needy that I couldn’t hold back.
I didn’t let her come down easy. Didn’t give her time to recover before I stood and lowered my pants just enough to free my cock.
At the first brush of her heat after I pulled her to the edge of the table, the tingle started at the base of my spine, and precum leaked from my tip in a steady flow.
She looked at me with dazed, almost glassy eyes, staring at me like she wasn’t sure I was real.
A dark, undeniable need to claim her had me thrusting, and we both groaned as the tip of my cock breached her opening.
I wanted to slam into her, but I forced myself to go slow, inch by inch by inch.
She was so wet, so hot, so fucking perfect…
“Fuck,” I groaned when I was fully seated.
I wanted to linger there, soak in the fluttering vibrations as her pussy hugged my cock, the weight of her body in my arms so fucking good.
But I couldn’t linger.
I ground my hips into hers, groaning when her pussy fluttered faster, the sharp little pinpricks where her nails dug into my shoulders making all the sensations that much more intense.
I pulled out until only the tip of my cock was inside her, my shaft coated with her cum, the dark hair on her mound matted with her arousal.
My cock jerked as I stared, and when Asia squirmed I lost it.
I thrust so hard, so fast, she cried out.
I didn’t slow, just held her anchored as I whispered in her ear. “Look at how good you take my cock. Like you were made for it. Like this pussy is mine.”
With every word, her pussy clenched tighter, and I watched her the entire time.
Watched her mouth fall open, her eyes go wild.
Watched her try not to break.
I wouldn’t let that happen.
I shifted, angling my cock to go even deeper. I reached between our bodies and pressed my thumb against her clit, applying relentless pressure as I pounded into her.
“This pussy is mine. You’re mine,” I rasped. “Say it.”
Her eyes flared with defiance.
I slowed my thrusts so that I barely moved, taking my thumb off her clit. I bit my lip, fighting off the impending wave, determined to see her break .
Words weren’t necessary.
She knew what I wanted.
Knew what it would take for me to give it to her.
My cock jerked when I saw the surrender in her eyes as she whispered, “Yours. Only yours.”
I didn’t let a breath pass before I slammed into her harder, chasing what she tried to deny us both. She clung to me, her mouth open in a silent scream as she flew apart again.
That was it. I pulled out at the last possible second, my cum splashing hot on her mound, her thighs, her lower stomach.
I watched with sick satisfaction as my cum painted her skin and used my thumb to smear it across her thighs, wanting to mark her.
I held her but didn’t look into her eyes.
I felt her touch, soft fingers tracing lazy lines against my shoulders.
She didn’t even realize she was doing it, but that didn’t change the effect.
Her touch was so gentle.
Sweet.
And that shit scared me more than any walking corpse ever would.
Asia
I couldn’t move.
Jack was still pressed against me, heavy and warm and terrifyingly solid. My thighs trembled where they bracketed his hips, the table edge biting into my ass.
I should’ve felt used.
Or embarrassed.
Or at the very least, regretful.
But I didn’t.
If anything, I felt…safe.
Safer than I had since the world cracked open and everything I knew spilled out.
Safer than I’d ever felt with anyone.
That was the scariest part.
Because it wasn’t rational.
Jack wasn’t gentle.
He wasn’t tender.
He pinned me down and took exactly what he wanted, and what I so desperately wanted to give him. And when he’d wrapped his hand around my throat and made me say I was his— God help me, I’d meant it.
I didn’t even realize my hands were still in his hair, holding him there, until he shifted. A soft sound escaped my throat, more whimper than word. His eyes snapped to mine, sharp and hungry all over again, and for a second, I thought he might just pull me back under.
Instead, he stepped away. Started methodically adjusting his pants, eyes still locked on me like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to bolt or devour me all over again.
I dropped my gaze, swallowing hard. My entire body felt raw, nerves sparking from every tiny brush of air. I was painfully aware of how empty I was without him.
What the fuck did that say about me?