Chapter Thirty-Three
Ria
I stalk towards him, drinking him in. His toned, naked chest, the tattoos that run from his chest down one of his arms. I want to run my tongue along them. Last night was heavy. So many emotions to deal with, but all I want to do right now is get lost in Jack.
He sets the tray down and reaches for me, tugging me so I land against his chest.
“Morning, beautiful.”
“Morning, you.”
I go on to my tiptoes and press a kiss to his soft lips, tasting the remnants of pancakes and whipped cream.
“You made us breakfast?” I ask quizzically.
“I did, but suddenly I’m in the mood to eat something else.”
“Oh, really? And what”s that?” I reply, trying not to smile.
I yelp as he lifts me onto the kitchen island.
“You,” he says with a hunger in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
I swallow and my breathing starts to quicken, heat forming between my thighs, the cool kitchen counter pressing against my bare ass.
“But I do want you to try these first?” He brings a forkful of pancake to my lips, and I open up my mouth as he presses the fork to my waiting tongue. I close my eyes and hum a moan of appreciation. The pancakes are warm and fluffy, and the cold cream has started to melt.
“Keep moaning like that, sweetheart, and I won”t be able to control myself.” I open my mouth, waiting for another bite, and when he gives me another bite, I moan louder this time. I love seeing the effect I have on him.
“I want a taste,” he groans. I think he’s about to reach for a forkful of pancake, but instead, he lifts the can of whipped cream and begins to shake it, his arm muscles flexing with every shake.
“Where to taste first?”
I gulp.
Holy shit.
He lifts my hand and sprays a small amount of cream on my finger, bringing it to his mouth, closing his eyes, and sucking it clean.
A gasp escapes me as my gaze fixates on his lips.
Next, he sprays some cream on my forearm and licks it off in one effortless movement. He tips my head to the side, exposing my neck and sprays the cream along it, before his hot tongue licks up toward my earlobe.
He groans in approval and I squirm on the kitchen counter. A lump of cream drops on to his t-shirt and I get the sense he did that deliberately.
“Oh, dear. It seems I’ve made a mess. We better clean that up. Arms up, sweetheart” and like the submissive I clearly am, I raise my arms with the enthusiasm of an athlete at a competition.
A low chuckle vibrates through his chest.
“Someone’s eager,” he says as he pulls it up over my head in one smooth sweep. He takes a moment to scan my body up and down. I’m naked, on my kitchen counter, exposed and vulnerable, yet I’ve never felt more confident in my life.
Next, he squirts the cream across my breasts and nipples, my head rolling in pleasure at the feel of his warm tongue on my puckered skin. He licks it from my left nipple, causing my head to fall back on a moan.
He takes his time, sucking and swirling his tongue over my now erect nipple. Goosebumps prickle at my skin with every swipe of his warm tongue. He repeats the movement on the other side.
“Oh. My. God,” I pant.
He frees my nipple from his mouth and moves closer, using his thighs to part my legs further. He sinks to his knees and sprays the cream on the insides of my thighs. I suck in a breath in anticipation of where I hope his mouth might go. He does agonizingly slow strokes with his tongue up and down the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs wider and lean back on to my forearms, encouraging him to move higher, but he doesn”t.
“Jack, please,” I moan as a rush of moisture pools in between my legs.
“Please,” I plead again, wriggling around on the kitchen counter, desperate for some friction.
“Hearing you beg is such a fucking turn on,” he growls.
“Please, I need you,” I beg, and with that, his tongue presses against my clit.
I lay back against the kitchen counter as he tugs me towards him, so my ass is hanging dangerously to the edge and he places my legs over his shoulders.
He leisurely licks me, eliciting just the right amount of pressure to make me want to beg for more but just as I open my mouth, he latches around my clit and sucks hard, making my back arch off the counter, I palm my breast for something to grip on to and it only intensifies this wave of pleasure I’m riding.
He growls into my sex as my hips start to grind against his face. He breaks away from my clit for the briefest moment and moans, “you taste so sweet baby” and then he’s back on my clit.
He inserts a finger, and he hits that sweet spot, and it is my undoing. My orgasm hits me and I practically levitate off the kitchen counter. I am too lost in my orgasm to realize he”s pulled his fingers out of me and pulls me to a seated position, crashing our lips together. I can taste my arousal on his tongue. It”s sweet and warm and intoxicating.
“I need to be inside you. Have you got a condom?” he pants against my lips.
“I’m clean, I got tested and I’m on the pill.” The words leave my mouth before I can register what I’ve said. He breaks the kiss and looks at me.
“Are you sure? I’m clean. I’ve always used condoms.”
I nod. “I’m sure.”
And his lips are back on mine. I want this with him—nothing between us.
“Let me take you upstairs,” he rasps and goes to lift me.
“No,” I beg. “Here, take me here.” I am too lost in this moment, lost in him to move. I hook my fingers into his boxers and push them down, watching them fall to the floor, licking my lips as his hard length glistens with pre cum.
I run my fingers down his six-pack and back up again, tracing the lines of his abs with my index finger, moving along to trace the outline of his military tattoo. I can see him battling with his decision. Does he carry me upstairs or does he fuck me right here?
“Jack.” I lock eyes with him.
“Please, fuck me.” I’m surprised at my own bravery, but my words seem to be his undoing.
He grabs my hips as if he’s lost control. Lining up against my entrance, he looks down at me, his gaze heated, and then he slams into me. I let out a scream, but not one of pain; it’s one of utter pleasure. He’s never been this rough with me, but God, if it’s not the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, don”t stop,” I rasp
“Hold on then, sweetheart.”
I grip the counter as he continues his deep thrusts and I think my eyes do a full roll in my head. The pleasure is out of this world. I didn”t know it could feel this way. His punishing strokes causing my orgasm to build again. I grip my breast and tug at my nipples, needing the friction.
“You”re so tight, baby. Fuck, you feel incredible.”
How does sex feel this good?I am almost at the peak of my pleasure when Jack quickens the pace and reaches down and lightly flicks my clit and it’s like a button to detonate my orgasm. I thrash around and moan.
His name falls from my lips like a prayer as he throws his head back, gripping my hips so tightly he’ll mark me. His hot cum fills me and the sensation has me feeling breathless and dizzy. I have never felt so calm and yet on fire all at the same time, and I know deep in my bones that he is the one for me. He falls forward, his head on my chest as we both ride the waves of pleasure that pulses between us. His sweat-sheened face lays against my sticky breasts. I lift my arms, which have a delicious ache to them, my body utterly spent and run my hands through his hair as we breathe in a synchronized rhythm.
He slowly rises, our skin peeling apart as he slides out of me, the loss making me wince. He wraps his arms underneath me and pulls me to a seated position, pressing his lips to mine.
I match his actions and kiss him back like my ability to breathe relied on his kiss alone. Kissing Jack always has my toes curling and my body humming, but after this, having no barrier between us has shifted things between us. I want to tell him how I truly feel about him, but I am so scared to want him like I do, to be happy. But as much as I want to believe I deserve this, I’d earned this happiness, I can’t ignore the little voice in my head that tells me I don”t. Because to be loved by Jack would be everything.
He breaks our kiss, pressing his forehead to mine I grip the back of his neck, needing to be close to him as we both fight to steady our breathing.
“Ri, I… I can’t.” He swallows hard, obviously struggling to find his words. What is he trying to say? Panic rises in my throat, but before I can speak, I hear him.
“I can’t just be your friend anymore. I want more. I want you. I need you. I want you to be mine.” He kisses me again. A flutter explodes in my chest at his admission, which works its way down to my core.
“I know it”s messy and complicated, but I want you anyway, no matter what. I know you’re gonna tell yourself you shouldn”t, but Ri, I can”t pretend I’m okay with just being your friend anymore.”
I wet my lips and swallow, my throat suddenly feeling dry as I whisper, “I want more too, but it’s so—” He breaks my rambling with a kiss.
“Stop, we’ll figure it all. I just need you to know that I’m yours. I’m all in and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll take it slow, but, sweetheart, I can’t go another day without calling you mine.”
My heart is free falling as I process his words.
Mine.
No man has ever said words to me with such meaning. I might be a little broken but maybe there is some beauty in that. A beauty that he sees. Last night proved to me that in my darkest hour, he didn”t leave me. I didn”t run, and he stayed and that”s all I’ve ever wanted.
“I’m yours.”