Chapter 26 Fall Apart
FALL APART
Jack
I was certain.
I’d never been more stripped bare or turned on in my life.
I’d never had a woman call me on something like this, and forcefully tell me to not toy with her.
To be blunt and direct and to tell me to make her come.
Maybe I had pushed it. Maybe I’d gone too far with the game.
I was going to go all the way right now.
I grabbed her and crushed her mouth to mine, and she resisted at first, pushing her fists into my chest, trying to shove me away.
But I wasn’t going to let her go. I kissed her harder until she gave in, melding into me, her lips fused with mine, our bodies sealed tight.
Kissing in a mad frenzy of anger and frustration until I pulled us apart.
“Screw Brahms. I need to take care of you right now.”
Fifteen minutes later, we were at my building.
We were grappling at clothes in the elevator.
My shirt was unbuttoned, untucked, and my tie was simply gone.
Hell, maybe it was on the floor of the elevator.
Maybe it was in the cab. I didn’t care. Her dress was at her waist, and I yanked down her panties, then ripped off the butterfly.
I’d already fingered her to orgasm in the cab. I owed her so much more.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered harshly. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you come. I need to make you come all night to make up for it.”
“You do,” she said, as I balled up the panties in one hand. “The cab wasn’t enough to satisfy me.”
The elevator slowed at the top floor, the doors spreading open.
We spilled out, and I grabbed at her, pushing up her dress higher, as we stumbled down the hall, drunk on desire.
Clutching at my shirt collar, she pulled me in, kissing me hard and deeply, biting my lip.
I groaned, letting her know I wanted that kind of touch from her.
“When can I fuck you without a condom? I’m safe. Tested,” I said when we reached my door.
“Me too. I’m on the pill.”
“Let’s get inside,” I told her, fumbling in my pocket for my key and unlocking the door.
Once inside I dropped her panties and the butterfly.
Then I scooped her up, carried her to the couch in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and gently placed her on the cushion.
The softness stopped then as I spread her legs roughly, opening them wide.
I felt like my entire body was on fire as I stared hungrily at her.
Her cunt was a sight to behold. So ready for me in every way.
I thrust a finger inside her tight, wet heat. She shrieked and threw her head back.
“That’s right. Now you can be as loud as you want. Let it out. Tell me how much you hated it when I made you wait.”
“I hated it,” she cried out as I added another finger, the wetness coating me instantly. I took a deep fueling breath as I crooked my finger inside her, hitting the spot within her that drove her wild. Made her writhe. Widen her legs.
“And me. You hated me for toying with you,” I added, dropping down to my knees.
“So much,” she moaned, her breathing harsh and heavy.
“You’ll forgive me now. I’ve made you so wet, haven’t I?”
“Yes. God, yes,” she said, opening her eyes and grabbing my face hard with one hand.
Rough. Grasping my chin. Making me stare in her eyes as I finger-fucked her.
“You turn me on so much. Don’t you understand?
Sometimes I just need to be touched. I need you, Jack.
I need you to touch me, and taste me, and fuck me,” she said, and she was firm but so damn open and honest at the same time.
Laying out her wants. Making everything clear.
There was no uncertainty in how she spoke to me, and I absolutely loved her directness.
“You’re a fucking wet mess and I love it,” I said, then I spread her legs and dived in, lapping her up, licking, tasting and kissing her like a hungry man, like it would be the last time I’d taste her in my life.
Instantly, she gripped my hair and arched into me. “You better not stop now, Jack Sullivan,” she said on a moan. “I mean it.”
She arched and writhed into me, rocking into my face, grabbing my hair, moaning and groaning and panting with every touch.
My cock throbbed in my pants, and my own want thundered through me forcefully, like a hurricane.
My god, she was divine. She was the embodiment of passion, the manifestation of pure sensuality.
Never had a woman taken such fierce ownership of her own sexuality in front of me before, and it allured me like nothing ever had.
Everything about her was an elixir, from the delicious taste of her, sexy and musky, to the sounds she made, to her sharp nails digging into my skull.
She curled her hands around my head, grasping me, so there was no room between my face and her pussy.
I didn’t need any room. I wanted to bury my face in her.
I didn’t even need to use hands or fingers or a toy because seconds after I’d started, her hips were shooting off the couch, her hands gripping the edge of the furniture, and she was bucking into my face.
“I’m coming so fucking hard,” she screamed, as I licked her mercilessly, not stopping, not wanting to, as her orgasm flooded my tongue and I tasted her heat. I gripped her ass, pulling her even tighter as I kissed her until she wriggled, so sensitive from the orgasm ebbing away.
When I looked up, her hand was flung over her face, her chest rising and falling heavily, and her dress was twisted in a bunch at her belly.
“I’m not done eating you,” I said, as I rose, reaching for her dress, tugging it over her head, revealing the peach bra I’d bought for her.
The material was nearly see-through. Her nipples were hard diamond points pushing against the fabric.
Reaching behind her back, I unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the couch.
She was naked now, except for those shoes.
Those black pumps that made her look like pure sex.
As I stripped, she stood, rising up only to push me down on my back once I was naked.
Then she turned around and straddled my face.
My whole body groaned with need for her.
I held her perfect ass in my hands, running my fingers along her cheeks as she ground her pussy into my face.
I could barely breathe and I savored it, the feel of her rocking into me once more as she went to town on my cock.
She didn’t tease, she didn’t toy, she took me all the way in and lavished her tongue all over me, as heat scorched a path through my chest. All the blood rushed to my cock, thick in her mouth.
She rode my face, and I drove into her mouth, and we were nothing but animals now.
Powered only by the need to get off, the need to please and be pleased, to fuck and to come, to have it rough and hard and fast. She drew me in deeper, the head of my cock hitting the base of her throat, and a blast of heat roared through my veins.
I could feel my body hit that point, like an engine turning over.
Soon, I’d be seconds away from the point of no return.
That wouldn’t do.
I pushed her off and it pained me when her mouth broke contact with my erection. “Window. Now. Your hands up against the glass.”
She nodded, her eyes as wild as mine, her breath fast, a bead of sweat sliding between her gorgeous breasts.
She moved to the window that overlooked Central Park, bathed in the dark of nighttime and shadows, the treetops barely visible. Down below, Fifth Avenue unfurled like a strip of cabs and sleek cars, and across the street I saw other New Yorkers enjoying the night.
But not as much as I was.
I spread her cheeks, ran my fingers through her slick pussy, and then shoved into her. No waiting. I needed her as much as she needed me. She felt amazing like this, skin against skin.
I palmed her breasts as I thrust into her. “Michelle,” I moaned, the pleasure prowling through me. “You feel so fucking good like this.”
“I love this,” she said, arching her back in an invitation for me to sink my teeth into her shoulder. She yelped, but didn’t pull away.
I pumped deeper, harder. “I want to come inside you so badly.”
“Do it.”
I shook my head, grabbing a breast harder in my hand, then sliding my other hand between her legs. “No. You need to come again. I’ve barely started with you. Don’t hold back. Don’t stop. Come whenever you feel like it.”
“I’m so glad I have your permission,” she said with a laugh, and I loved that she’d made a joke in the middle of this heated moment.
I rubbed her clit faster, feeling it swell more under my fingers, feeling her grow hotter against my cock as I pushed into her. “Everything about you,” I said, my breath coming hard and fast. “Everything about you is perfect for me.”
She moaned my name, and nothing had ever turned me on more than this woman, and how she was with me.
Our chemistry staggered me. It stole my breath and threatened to annihilate my heart.
She was designed for me; and I was made for her.
We were meant to be together like this. To connect in this primal and beautiful way. To share in this kind of intimacy.
“God, I love it when you come. I love making you feel good. I love when you fall apart for me,” I said.
“Then tell me how much you want me,” she said.
Blood pounded in my head. Breath ripped out of my lungs. I gripped her tighter. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I think about you all the time,” I said, driving in farther.
“Yes. That,” she panted, and rolled her hips back into me, her movements telling me she wanted everything I gave her.
“I can’t get enough of you. The more I have of you, the more I want.”
“Oh god,” she said, crying out, throwing her head back, and shouting that she was there.
And as she screamed her pleasure louder than I’d ever heard her, I pumped through it, until my orgasm plowed through my body, obliterating everything else in its path, but the intensity of coming inside her. No barriers, nothing held back. Nothing but me with the woman I needed.
And wanted.
And craved.
My words from moments ago echoed in my mind. Fall apart for me. If I didn’t watch out, I’d be the one falling apart for her. In every way.