49. Adair
49
ADAIR
W hen Jack bends down to gather the mess that is me into his arms, I’m sort of expecting him to throw me over his shoulder. Instead, he pulls me into a tight embrace, cradling me against the warm, furry expanse of his chest. I bury my face in his neck and breathe in the warm, safe smell of his hair until I calm down.
“You were perfect, Bunny. Absolutely gorgeous — hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Jack murmurs in my ear as he walks with me over to the easy chair where he deposited his shirt earlier. He puts me down and slides the shirt on without bothering to button it before he sits down and pulls me on top of him.
He gives me a crooked little smile as he pulls a folded bandana out of his pocket to wipe the tears off my cheeks. “Let me see those wrists,” he says a moment later. A little ripple of shock goes through me as I realize I’m still wearing the cuffs. I hadn’t even noticed they were still on. It was as if my bondage just became a part of me.
Jack unbuckles them before pulling me against his chest again. I’m about to let out a contented sigh. Abruptly, I feel him stiffen. When I glance up, his black, glowering glare makes me flinch.
Shit . “Jack? Is everything —I’m sorry —”
His eyes go to me and I blink in surprise. It’s like he just flipped a switch. The angry expression has vanished off his face. What the…?
“I’m not upset with you, Bunny. It just looked like we were about to get some unwanted company. Wanted to make sure they knew that would be a big fucking mistake.” I feel my brows knit together and I’m confused again when Jack chuckles. “I guess you didn’t notice, huh? You had quite the fan club for your… performance.”
“Oh,” I say faintly as I look around. Sure enough, there are more than a few hungry pairs of eyes trained in our direction. “It’s probably because of you.” I trace my fingers down his bare chest. “You looked —you look —ridiculously hot.”
Jack snorts. “No way . That’s all you, Bunny. Trust me, big guys who swing a paddle are a dime a dozen. But a gorgeous, sweet thing like you just looking up with those big eyes as you kneel —”
He breaks off long enough to give his head a little shake. “Watching you submit, watching you writhe and beg, is a sight to behold. The way your body leans into the pain even while you’re sobbing, the way your smooth skin displays marks so beautifully, how it glows with sweat when you’re pushing yourself —you’re a vision.”
I blink at him in surprise. The unexpectedly earnest tone of Jack’s voice and the intensity in his eyes are doing things to me. My heartbeat speeds up, and even though I just came a little while ago, I can already feel heat building again in my groin.
“Fuck, Jack,” I murmur. “I want you.”
He tries to hide the flash of surprise that darts across his face. “You sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything. Or we can wait until we’re back at the hotel.” He studies my face, but I can feel his cock swelling beneath me.
“No.” I shake my head. “I want you inside of me —here, now. Please.”
“You want to sit on top of me right here and ride me?”
I nod eagerly. “Uh-huh, yes. Facing you.”
When Jack bends me over and pulls that plug out of me, I whimper at how suddenly and strangely empty my ass feels without it. He positions me on his lap before pulling his cock out of his pants and stroking lube all over it.
I sink onto it with a hum of contentment, glad to feel filled up again. “Damn,” Jack murmurs. “Your hole is just insatiable for my cock, isn’t it?”
“Feels so good,” I murmur. My eyes flutter shut with a moan as I sink into the pleasurable ache of him stretching me out.
He makes a hungry noise in his throat. “Careful — you keep making it so easy to sink balls-deep into this hot, tight hole, I’m going to start keeping you plugged more often. A lot more often.”
My dick twitches at his words. I rock my hips, trying to drive his cock even deeper into me. Just the thought of being kept like that —plugged not for my pleasure, but so my hole can be ready for Jack to plow his cock into at any given moment — is incredibly arousing.
“Fuck, that sounds hot. You can do that to me.” I drape my arms over his shoulders and look him in the eye as I ride him. “I swear to God, Jack — you can do any damn thing you want to do to me. Just, please —please keep looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like the way you are now. Like you have been all night. Like I’m the only person in the world.” I dart my tongue out to lick my lips. “I want that. I want to be all yours. Forever.” My words are low and hoarse.
“What’s up with you with this forever shit?” Jack barks out a laugh, but it sounds weirdly hollow. His eyes searching my face give me shivers. “What are you trying to do? Fucking propose?”
“No…” I take a long blink, trying to collect my wildly pinballing thoughts. When I open my eyes again, time has slowed to a crawl. Each beat of my heart makes a long, drawn-out pulse in my ears and when I inhale, every breath seems to take a full minute to fill my lungs.
There’s nothing in the world but Jack’s face. I part my lips and throw myself off a cliff. “Not unless you wanted me to.”
“And what if I did? What then?” There’s a sneer on his lips; his voice is rough and mocking. But none of this derision makes it up to his eyes, which gleam with need. It’s not the feral, predatory hunger I’m used to seeing when he fucks me, but a need tinged with fear. And hope. And something I don’t quite recognize.
My guts twist up and release in a cascade of flutters. It dawns on me that, although Jack is still buried deep inside of me, his rock-hard cock impaling me as I sit on his lap, he’s stopped moving. His lips part without a sound. I realize, as his eyes lock onto mine, that he’s even stopped breathing .
Taking a deep breath, I inhale his scent, the one that makes my brain short-circuit. Because that’s the only explanation for what I’m about to do.
“Well then, Jack Banner,” I say, running my fingers lightly down the hair on his chest, “I have a question to ask you.”