Chapter 7
FUCK BEDS
Jack
We didn’t even make it to the bed.
There was no point.
Beds were for the next time. For all-night sessions.
For lovers that had been together before.
For this? The first time called for the wall, because we couldn’t wait.
I’d been hard since she sat down at the bar, that hot body taunting me in her sexy outfit that she didn’t even realize was sexy. Or hell, maybe she did.
As the door clanged shut, I backed her up against the wall, reached my hand behind her head, and unclipped her hair. Her soft brown hair spilled onto her shoulders and over my fingers.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, kissing her hair that smelled like jasmine. “Can I call you beautiful?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Then stand with your feet spread, beautiful, and rock your sweet body into my mouth,” I commanded, her eyes widening with both surprise and lust as I bent down, kneeling, and pushed up her skirt in seconds. “I have to taste you.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” she said, her lips curling up, and I liked that she was so quick to talk back.
A naughty one.
A woman unafraid to speak her mind. I reached for her panties—black lace—and brought them down to her knees, then leaned in.
I was dying to run my tongue along her pussy.
Spread her open and let her wetness flood my mouth.
But first I wanted to inhale her scent, so I ran my nose along her thighs, feeling her quiver against my cheek.
“You smell so fucking good,” I said roughly.
“Oh, god,” she panted. I looked up and watched her as her head fell back against the wall.
I hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already grasping for my hair, trying to draw me closer.
Heat tore through me at her reaction, and I buzzed my lips and nose closer to her delicious center, breathing in her sexiness, inhaling her arousal.
The scent of her desire shot through me like an earthquake rumbling across the land. I pressed one soft kiss against her swollen clit, and she gasped. “Please,” she cried out, her voice ragged as it turned from sexy banter to bare need.
“Oh, beautiful, you make me want to tease you,” I said, brushing my lips against her inner thighs, her wetness covering my stubbled jawline. Perfect. “You make me want to make you beg for it when you say that word.”
“Please don’t make me beg,” she said, gripping my hair.
“I won’t tonight, even though it drives me wild when you say please.”
“Touch me. Just touch me,” she said, panting now. The need from her was so intense it tore through me, lust spreading across every inch of my body.
But I could never resist the game.
“Tell me what you want,” I said, making it clear this was an order. “Say it. Tell me where you want my mouth right now.”
“Please, Jack. Lick me, eat me, taste me, fuck me with your tongue.”
I hissed out a breath. God, I loved that kind of mouth.
I licked her once, groaning from the intoxicating taste of her. Flattening my tongue, I licked her again and she cried out. She let go of my hair, and brought her right hand to her chest. Touching herself, feeling her own breast.
“I need you to do something,” I told her, looking up into her hazy eyes.
“Yes?”
“Don’t hold back.”
That was all she needed. One piece of instruction, and she took it quickly.
She started rocking her hips into my face as I kissed her delicious wetness, narrowing in on her clit, sucking it into my mouth as she arched into me.
I glanced up again; her lips were parted, her breathing turning into erratic pants, signaling her need.
She was so damn sensuous. She was like sex on fire.
She ran her other hand through her hair, gripping it hard, and in that instant I could picture her as she got herself off, threading a hand through her hair or fondling a breast as she went.
There was something about a sexy woman who liked to play with herself that brought me to my knees.
Maybe it was why I was so happy to fund Joy Delivered—to find a woman this gorgeous who was so clearly in touch with her own need to come made my blood turn hotter than hell.
“Oh god, I can’t,” she called out.
I looked up at her, but didn’t cease the attention I lavished on her swollen clit. I lapped her up, flicking my tongue against her, causing her to buck against my mouth. The thought of being covered in her juices stiffened my cock even further, straining against my zipper.
“Stop, you have to stop, you have to stop,” she said, like a plea.
I relented, pulling back. “You okay?”
“Yes. I’m just going to come so soon, and I want to do it with you inside me.”
As much as I wanted to press my hands on the inside of her thighs, spread her wider and ignore her request, I was also a gentleman, and if the lady wanted something different far be it from me to deny her wishes.
I rose, starting to unzip my pants. “I’m only stopping because you asked. But since you denied me the pleasure of tasting you come, I want to warn you that I fully intend to tease the ever-loving fuck out of you the next time I eat you.”
She shivered, her shoulders shaking briefly as if the words had sent a wave of pleasure through her body.
“I can live with that,” she said, and in seconds she was unknotting my tie and unbuttoning my shirt in a flurry.
She pressed her hands against my chest, and I hissed in a breath at the feel of her touch on my bare skin for the first time.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she said.
I nodded, grinning at her as she worked the final buttons.
“I do, and it’s kind of a funny story because I didn’t have one when I walked into this hotel,” I said, reciprocating with her shirt, stripping it off.
“When I got the room, I asked the desk clerk if he happened to have a condom. He winked at me, slapped one in my palm, and said, ‘Always happy to help a guy out.’”
She laughed, the sound like a wind chime, and it dropped down in my heart for the briefest of moments.
What the hell? This was a one-night stand.
I wasn’t supposed to feel anything anywhere except in my groin, so I focused on that, ignoring the fact that I’d had a fantastic time with her at the bar, and that one of the reasons I wanted her so badly was that I liked her mind as much as her body.
But her body…here before me…that’s what I needed right now, and I had a mission—make her come once, twice, then a third time. A night like this, a woman like her, one time would never satisfy me.
I took the condom from my pocket. I guided her hand back to my briefs, and pressed her palm against my erection. She drew a sharp breath as she touched me for the first time, and her reaction sent a shiver down my spine. “I like,” she whispered.
“Good,” I said softly, moving her hands to the waistband. “Take them off.”
She pushed my unzipped pants and my briefs down to my knees, then stared at my cock. She ran the tip of her tongue across her teeth and swallowed hard.
“I like it very, very much,” she said, sounding mesmerized as she gazed at my hard length. She took me in her hand and stroked several times, and I nearly growled from the pleasure that ricocheted through my body as she touched me. Quickly, I stilled her hand.
“You made me stop, so now I’m going to make you stop.”
I pressed the condom into her palm, and buzzed my lips along her neck up to her ear. “Put it on me,” I said in a firm voice.
She opened the wrapper, tossing it to the floor, then slid the condom on, inch by inch. She tugged my body closer, rubbing the head of my cock across her slippery wetness. A wave of heat licked my veins, scorching me. I welcomed it. Fucking gladly.
“Were you worried you couldn’t come twice if I finished going down on you?”
“Yes.”
“You know that only makes me want to prove you wrong,” I said, then reached for her leg, gripped her thigh, and wrapped it around me. “Hold on tight, beautiful. I’m going to take you for a ride.”
Michelle
I’d be making an offering tomorrow to the Patron Saint of Endowment because Jack did not have a textbook cock.
Not even close.
He was long, thick, wide, and absolutely fucking perfect.
But more than that, he knew what to do with this beautiful gift he’d been given.
I moaned instantly as he filled me, stretching me in ways I hadn’t been stretched in god only knew how long.
He paused for a moment, letting me adjust to his size.
“I can handle it,” I murmured.
He raised an eyebrow. “Good. Because I’m not going to take it easy.
Not after you teased me when I was on my knees for you,” he said, thrusting deeper.
I grasped his shoulders, holding on tight.
I wanted to run my hands all over him, to explore his chest, to grab his hard ass, and run my fingers across it.
But all I could do was hold on as he pumped into me, giving me the fucking he’d promised. Taking me deep, and hard, and up against the wall. The room was dark, only a faint glow from the bathroom light illuminated us, but we would have made quite a picture. A silhouette of unbridled lust.
His shirt open, his pants down to his knees, shoes still on.
Half-undressed too, only my panties had made it off.
My shirt was undone, bra still on, skirt hiked up to my waist. He gripped my leg tight, his hands strong and unyielding as if he would never let go as he rolled his hips, sending his cock deeper into me, his hard length hitting me with just the perfect amount of friction.
“You tasted so good, Michelle. I don’t like that you denied me,” he said in a hot growl against my throat. “But it only makes me want you more.”
“I just wanted you inside me. You feel so good inside me.”