Chapter 25 Clara #2
He’s back on me instantly, his mouth more brutal and impatient than before.
My fingers shake as they dig through my purse for my keys.
Jack waits behind me, his body pressed to mine as he sweeps my hair to one side away from my neck and plants kisses there.
I finally get the key in the door and we practically fall through it.
It’s a battle of who can get the other person’s clothes off quicker and my crown is a victim in the chaos.
By the time we reach my bedroom he’s down to jeans and I have my skirt and tights.
“You’re so beautiful, Clara,” he whispers into the dim light of my bedroom, kneeling in front of me. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
His fingers deftly work the zipper of my miniskirt and it falls to the floor. His hands move to grip the waistband of my tights, pulling them down quickly to reveal… another pair of tights.
He looks up at me, perplexed. “Well, this hasn’t happened to me before. Shittiest magic trick ever.”
I cover my face while I ugly-laugh at the mixture of confusion and horror on his face. He removes the second (and last) pair just as quick as the first. I could explain to him the need for thermal tights in this climate, but it’ll kill the mood, I fear.
“You next,” I say. He stands and reaches for the button and zipper of his jeans. He doesn’t need to try to be sexy when they drop to the floor. Everything about him is sexy. He kicks them to the side with his socks and leaves himself just in his boxers in front of me.
He tilts my chin up so I’m looking at him; his thumb drags across my bottom lip. “All I ever do is stare at this mouth.”
I kiss his palm. “It does more than just talk back at you. I can show you.”
“Later,” he says, his voice rough. “Right now, I need to taste you.”
Heat spreads across my chest all the way up to my cheeks. I’ve had a lot of guys try to sell me crypto before we slept together, but Jack Kelly is the first man to say that to me.
I shuffle back on the bed until I reach the pillows.
Jack crouches at the end of the bed; I hear clothes rustling and the crinkle of foil.
He throws the condoms down on the bed beside my knees and takes his place in front of my open legs.
“You’re confident,” I muse, pushing the packets out of my space.
“Maybe, or just a man aching to be inside of you.”
Jack’s fingers skimming my skin as he pulls my panties down is a sensation I never thought I’d get to experience. He doesn’t take his time and is on me like a starved man. His fingers grip my hips to stop me from wiggling away from the pressure.
The way he laughs a “Shhh” into my inner thigh is enough to remind me that the adjoining wall to the rest of the B he straightens up, lifting onto his knees, making it easier for me to pull them down. I stumble over my breath as his hard cock springs free from behind the fabric.
My eyes flick up to where he’s watching me intensely, dark eyes following my every move as I slowly grip the base of him and circle my tongue around the tip.
The guttural, raspy groan of my name makes my core clench. I’m trying to keep my eyes on him but his head rolls back when I suck lightly on the head. It’s a powerful feeling, to disarm a man of his senses so easily.
Shortly after the thought, Jack recovers and pulls himself out of my grip. He rolls the condom on while I unhook my bra, and finally, we’re ready.
“I’m out of practice,” I admit when Jack positions his body over mine and a sudden flood of nervous energy bursts in my stomach. It’s like a dance that I’ve done several times but can’t quite remember the steps to.
His eyebrows lift in surprise. “You’re nervous?”
“Maybe a little.” He doesn’t lower his body onto mine yet.
“We d—”
“I want to.” I really, really want to. “Butterflies are a good thing.”
Jack kisses the corner of my mouth as he lines himself up between my legs. I take slow, steady breaths. “I promise I’ll help you practice until you’re not nervous anymore.”
And then he slides himself home.
Jack’s forehead presses into mine, our stomachs fighting for space as we each take deep, labored breaths. Adjusting to him is, well, an adjustment, and he hasn’t started moving yet.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, trailing kisses down my jaw. “You feel so good, Clara.”
I nod, finding any part of him I can nuzzle my face into as his hips retract and snap forward for the first time. One of his hands reaches back to grip under my thigh while the other pushes my hair out of my face. “I’m good.”
He smiles before kissing me hard. The nervousness from a few moments ago disappears into the rhythm we’ve fallen into. My nails press into his solid back muscles. His fingers dig into my thighs. The tension builds and builds.
Our heavy breathing mingles in the dim light of my bedroom. “I’m almost there,” I pant over the sound of his skin slapping against mine. It’s delicious and fracturing, and now that it’s happening, I can’t believe we weren’t going to let this happen.
“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Show me how pretty you are when you come. You’re so good at it, Clara. I love watching you.”
A few weeks and this man has already guessed the way to get me off is to give me praise. Am I really that transparent?
I don’t have time to give my question any consideration because Jack leans down and puts one of my nipples in his mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist and the change of angle heightens everything. “Oh, fuck ,” he says, going even deeper. “Baby…”
His movements lose their rhythm so I know without him telling me that he’s close.
I slip my hand between our bodies down to where we’re joined.
It only takes rubbing my swollen clit in rapid circles for me to finally climax.
The heels of my feet push into the base of Jack’s back, trying to keep him as deep as possible as I squeeze and pulse around him. “Jack…”
“Attagirl,” he says, groaning. He’s getting sloppy now, crazed hard thrusts that have the feeling of ecstasy building again. He kisses me until he breaks away to moan loudly as he comes. Jack twitches and shakes with his forehead against mine and his eyes shut tight.
He rolls off, keeping a hand on my ribs and pulling me toward him as soon as his body hits the mattress.
“That was…,” I start to say, not knowing where I’m heading.
“I know,” he says back.
He kisses my cheek and my temple and lies beside me breathing steadily until he’s forced to head to the bathroom to clean up. I go next and when we’re both back in bed, beneath the covers this time, I finally realize there’s an important question I haven’t asked yet.
I push up onto my elbow. “Where’s Elf?”
Jack rolls onto his back and holds out his arm for me to lie against his chest.
“Joe has him. He borrows him overnight sometimes when his parents are out of town and it’s just him and his older brother. His mom’s afraid of dogs so they’ll never get one. Elf loves it.”
He kisses my head when I slide myself into the space he’s created for me. “So… you can stay tonight?”
He nods. “I’m not going anywhere. We need to get rid of your nerves.”
“Always so ready to fix everyone’s problems,” I tease.
“It’ll be a struggle but I’ll do it for you,” Jack says playfully, leaning over to kiss my shoulder. “Clara?”
“Yeah?” I answer, quickly deciding there’s no bad way for Jack to say my name.
“Why is there a gull on the ceiling?”