Chapter 54 - Jessi
JESSI
I’m pretty pissed. I get that Jack wants to take things slow for my benefit, but that’s not what I want. I hate him teasing me like that then taking it away. It’s bullshit.
Jack’s tenser than usual as he climbs into the truck.
I wonder if I’ve upset him, but his mood shifts as soon as he sees me, and he flashes me a sheepish smile.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re frustrated. I didn’t mean to let it get that far.
You’re a drug to me. I go in a frenzy when I’m near you, especially now that I’ve had a taste. ”
I huff. It’s hard to stay mad when his eyes disarm me so easily.
We’re in and out of the grocery store in minutes. “Nice hustle,” I tell him.
“We’ve got a system,” he says, his gaze searching the parking lot. Is he moving slower than usual? Maybe Austin’s attack jarred him more than I realized. We find the truck and start toward home.
Jack’s phone rings as we cross an intersection. I divert my attention to the passing scenery and enjoy my hair blowing in the warm air. Eavesdropping can only go so far since Jack switches the phone to his device and brings it to his ear.
“Hey, you! Long time no talk!” he says.
A woman’s voice trills on the other end.
“That’s wonderful. I’d love to. You know you don’t have to ask.
You’re always welcome. Nah, you don’t need to bring the blow-up.
Yes, there’s one here. No, not exactly. Hey, let me give you a call later to discuss all the details.
Love you. Bye.” His face is lit up with joy as he sets the phone into the cupholder and peers at me.
“That was Becky,” he tells me. My stomach stops twisting in knots. His sister.
“Some of her art is being displayed at a local gallery. They’re doing an event for it. She’s coming into town. She always crashes with me. Are you cool with that?”
I’m flabbergasted that he is even asking. “Um, yeah, of course. You don’t need to ask me who you invite into your home.”
He regards me and goes quiet. “It’s now your home too. So yes, I’ll ask you. Always.”
He reaches over, threading our fingers and bringing my hand to his lips to pepper it with kisses. I grin as he slides our hands to his lap.
The magnitude of the fact that I’m not only going to meet his sister, but he is telling her I live there hits me. The idea of me having a semi-permanent place in his life excites me too. “Of course. I can’t wait to meet her. She seems fantastic. She’s your sister, so she must be.”
His face brightens like it did when he spoke to her. Wow. He must really love her.
“Yeah, she’s carefree—sometimes to a fault—but no one compares, really.
She goes after her dreams unapologetically, no matter where it takes her.
Sometimes I worry that she doesn’t have solid roots anywhere, but she’s happy that way.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted, for her to be happy.
I can’t wait to see her and for her to meet you. She’ll love you.”
I sure hope so.
We knock out the meal prep quickly. Jack sneaks some kisses to my neck and a few butt slaps, but it is pretty much our usual meal prep.
“You pick the movie this time,” I tell him. “I always pick.”
He puts on Goodfellas, one of my favorites.
He can speak my love language in movies, that’s for sure.
We settle on the couch with our blanket and shared popcorn bowl.
But it’s hard for me to focus on the movie.
I shift, trying to get comfortable, and not give in to the overwhelming desire to crawl on top of Jack.
About five minutes in, he sets the bowl on the table. “Everything okay?”
“Yep,” I reply.
“If something’s wrong, baby, spill it. You’re never this fidgety. If you don’t like the movie, we can change it.”
Gathering all my courage and risking rejection, I straddle him. “No, I like the movie. The problem is that I don’t want to watch it at all.”
I leave no room for him to respond. Instead, I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him.
Darting my tongue in and out, I silently request him to open for me.
His mouth stretches and his tongue slowly massages mine.
His hands grab my ass as he heaves me into him with a growl deep in his throat.
I grip the hair at the nape of his neck as leverage, wanting him closer. Closer.
“Jack, please.”
He tugs his shirt off and releases me long enough for me to rip mine over my head, then he is back—nipping my breasts and playing with my bra straps.
My fingers twist in his hair and my breathing comes in short puffs.
His hard length presses against us. There’s barely any clothing separating us.
My body moves of its own accord, electrified by him.
He groans. “Good girl, are you going to come for me? I want you to, just like this.”
He grabs hold of my hips and rolls my skin beneath his palms. He knows exactly what my body needs. Pleasure builds and threatens to tip me over the edge. He pops my breasts out of my bra and takes a nipple in his mouth. “Jack, oh god, yes!” My body explodes as he teases me.
I can feel his smile against my skin. “Yes, baby. Who knows how to make you come?”
Breathlessly, I respond, “You do, Jack.” I open my eyes. I need to see his face. “You are the only one to make me come.”
Abruptly, he stands, keeping my body pressed against him like I weigh nothing.
He holds me with one arm and uses his other to unsnap my bra and toss it on the floor.
He continues ravaging me, like he needs me to breathe, and carries me to his room.
As we approach the bed he slows, laying me gently on the mattress.
His eyes cloud with lust, and he’s wearing too much clothing.
I reach for his pants to rectify the problem, but he tries to stop me. “Wait,” he says.
I massage his length through the fabric, ignoring him. “Jack, you have made me come twice now. I want to return the favor. Please. I need this.”
His eyes turn molten at my begging. “Okay, baby. You want to make me come?”
I nod.
“Take me out.”
My fingers make quick work of rolling his pants down and pulling him out. My stomach flips, my heart racing with uncertainty at the sight of his cock springing free. It’s much bigger than I thought.
“Look how much I want you, baby,” Jack says. “It’s dripping for you. Have you done this before?”
I dart my gaze away, embarrassment flooding me. I wish I was more experienced.
“Look at me.” He pinches my chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting my gaze to his as he fists his cock in his hand.
“Good. You’re mine. My cock will be the only cock you take.
I’ll tell you what to do. If you want me to stop at any time, tell me and I will.
I need to hear you say you want this and understand we can stop anytime. ”
I stare at him, mustering all the courage I have to boldly reply, “I want to suck your cock, and I want to feel you come down my throat. I’ll tell you if I need to stop, but I won’t.”
He growls and buries his fist into my hair.
“Open your mouth.” He tugs on his cock, rubbing it along my lips before he puts it in my mouth.
Sticky salty fluid covers my lips and spreads over my tongue as he pushes further into me.
“God damn, baby. Now, suck on it, but watch your teeth.” He grasps the underside of my jaw with one hand, urging me to open wider for him, the other still holding my hair.
“Good girl. Now take it deeper. Open your throat and take me deeper.”
Tears run down my cheeks as I take him into my throat.
“Fuck, baby. Can you take more, just a bit more? You’ll have my whole cock then, and that’ll make me so happy.”
I moan, grabbing his ass to bring him in deeper.
I can’t believe people complain about doing this.
I’m so turned on now, knowing I control his pleasure.
I’ve the power to do this to him. I curl my lips around him and lean forward, opening my throat for him.
Gagging, tears continue down my face, saliva running over my chin.
“Baby, you are so damn good at milking my cock. You take all of me so good. I’m about to come. I’m going to fill your mouth with it. If you don’t want that, when I tell you, push back, and I’ll come on your perfect tits. Are you going to take me, like a good girl?”
I nod and swallow more of him, encouraging him. He starts bucking his hips, fucking my mouth while holding my head in place.
“Baby, I’m going to come.”
He lets go of my head, freeing me. But I don’t move. I want him to coat my throat. I want to taste the proof of the pleasure I brought him.
His cock pulses inside my mouth, and the same warm, salty liquid from before spills onto my cheeks, my tongue, my teeth.
“That’s it. Take me and swallow like a good girl.
” Jack eases me down onto the bed by my throat.
He takes off his pants and leans over me, grabbing my jaw so he has complete control of my head.
He kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth again.
“You taste so good covered in my come. That’s the best head I’ve ever had in my life. ”
I beam proudly, thankful that I didn’t suck at it.
He crawls down my body, kissing and nipping as he goes.
He focuses extra attention on my breasts, kneading them in his hands.
He continues trailing his lips down my stomach, alternating between raking his tongue down me and leaving kisses.
He slowly drags my pants down, his gaze seeking my permission, nudging me to raise my hips to allow him to shed them all the way off.
Nervousness and hesitation mix with my deep need for him. I start to shake, then laugh.
“Jessi, relax,” he says. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“Why not?” I cry.
He sheds my pants slowly and bites my hip. I yelp in pain. “Don’t throw a fit or I won’t make you come again.”
I’m bare in front of him, self-conscious and overexposed, so I close my knees.
He growls. “Open those beautiful legs for me. Let me see what’s mine, all mine. I knew your pussy would be beautiful.” Watching him as he runs his tongue along my slit, I think I have died and gone to heaven. “Delicious.” He spreads me open wider, sliding me closer to him.
He licks me once, long and slow, then moves his focus to my bundle of nerves.
I gasp. “Jack, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He does.
I peek at him, about the drag him back to me. “Why are you stopping?”
“I want to get your pussy ready to take me.” He uses my wetness to coat his finger. Slowly, he guides it to my opening and pushes his finger in, moving it in and out. Fuck. It pinches, throbs, but I want more. I need more.
“Please, oh god.” I don’t know what I’m begging for.
“I’m going to add another.” The next finger is all pressure and fullness, not pain. He moves his fingers in and out of me. When he adds a third, a stinging fullness spreads through my core. It’s a tight stretch that causes my breath to hitch.
He watches me and smiles. “Relax. Breathe out as I push inside you. It’ll start to feel good, I promise.”
I do. He trails kisses along the insides of my thighs. Damn, I’m so wet, and all I want to do is scream.
He moves his fingers faster, then stops. “Good girl. You ready to come for me?”
I grab the sheets. “Please, Jack, let me come. Please.”
He removes one of his fingers, leaving two inside, and curls them to hit a sweet spot. Pleasure rushes from my head to my toes. His warm tongue flutters over my sensitive nub while he pumps his fingers in and out, in and out. That’s all I need to explode. My vision goes black, and I scream.
Coming down from my high, my vision starts to return, and my body tingles all over. Jack’s eyes are pinned to mine as he pulls his fingers out of me, sucking them clean one by one. Then he laps me up with his tongue and gives my thigh a long peck.
“We need to work on getting you ready to take me quickly, because it’s almost impossible not to bury my cock inside you.”
He stands from the bed, admiring me while tugging on his thick cock. I’m still basking in the afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm as he massages the inside of one of my thighs, spreading me open again.
“Can I come on this beautiful pussy?” he asks, his expression hungry.
“Yes.” He could do anything he wants to me right now.
He rests one hand on my knee then holds my leg in place.
His eyes roam over me as he pumps his cock in a rhythmic motion before he falters.
He throws his head back, and warm liquid shoots onto my stomach, my thighs, my pussy.
His gaze returns to me, landing where he’s marked me as his.
He smiles as his come drips down my skin and onto the sheets.
Then he falls on top of me, crushing his mouth into mine and clearly not caring that he’s smearing himself all over both of us. “There is nothing hotter than claiming you as mine,” he says.
“That. Was. Amazing.”
He chuckles, then rolls off me. “Time to clean up,” he says.
My head slumps against the mattress as he heads to the bathroom. I’m so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open.
Jack wipes himself off first then bends toward me, holding a washcloth. “Let me.”
Warmth presses between my legs then vanishes as Jack tosses the washcloth aside and climbs into bed, dragging me to him like he’s a child and I’m a lost toy.
Tonight, I’m falling asleep in Jack’s preferred sleep attire. Nothing.
And I have never been more comfortable.