Chapter 18
JACK
I wrap my hands around her thighs and spread them wider, positioning myself between her legs. Her skin is flushed all the way down her chest, her nipples are hard, and she’s biting that bottom lip in a way that makes me want to bite it too.
She’s fucking gorgeous. Completely naked on this desk, looking up at me with those wide brown eyes that are half nervous, half desperate. Her hair is a mess from my hands, tangled and wild around her face. Her lips are swollen from my mouth, red and full.
I’ve wanted this for weeks. I wanted to see her like this, spread out and ready for me. And in this moment, every inch of her belongs to me.
I grip myself, already slick with precum, and line up at the entrance of her pussy, and just the heat of her against me makes my jaw clench so hard. Her wetness coating my tip, dripping down, and my whole body shudders with the effort of not just slamming forward.
“Look at you,” I murmur, running my hands up her inner thighs slowly, feeling the softness of her skin, the way she trembles under my touch. “So wet for me. So ready. You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “God, yes. Please.”
“Then you’re going to be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you.” I grip her thighs harder, spreading her even wider. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Anything. I’ll do anything.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” I slide one finger through her wetness, gathering it, feeling how soaked she is. “Now lean back. I want you to watch while I fill you up. I want to see your face when you take every inch of my cock.”
She nods, still biting her lip, and I push in slowly. Just the tip. The sensation makes every muscle in my body tense and I have to force myself not to slam in, not to take her the way every instinct is screaming at me to.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her back lifting slightly off the desk. One hand shoots out to grip my forearm, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks, and I fucking love it.
I grit my teeth and go slow, watching her face closely. Her mouth opens and her eyes go wide.
“Fuck,” she whispers, looking up at me with those huge eyes, completely spread open for me on this desk, vulnerable and trusting and so fucking beautiful. “You’re really—God, you’re so big. I don’t know if—”
The words send a bolt of pride and possession straight through me.
“You can take it,” I tell her firmly, pushing deeper, watching her eyes flutter.
“I know you can. Your body’s made for this.
Made for me.” I push in another slow inch.
“Feel how wet you are? How you’re opening up for me?
Your pussy wants my cock, Lark. It’s pulling me in. ”
She moans at my words, and I feel her clench around me, trying to pull me deeper.
“That’s it,” I groan. “Just like that. Open up for me.”
“Yes,” she moans. Her tongue meets mine, desperate and needy. She’s kissing me back like she’s drowning and I’m air. When I pull back, her lips are swollen and wet, and she’s panting harder.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breasts brushing against my chest with each breath. I push in another inch, slowly, giving her body time to adjust. She’s so hot around me, so slick and tight, and the feeling is overwhelming.
“Please,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop. I need more.”
“More?” I push in another inch, slowly, giving her body time to adjust even though it’s killing me. “You sure you can handle more?”
“Yes! God, yes, please—”
“Greedy girl,” I murmur, but I’m smiling. She’s so hot around me, the feeling is overwhelming, almost too much. “You want all of me?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I want to feel all of you. Want to be completely full.”
“Then take it,” I say, and push in deeper. “Take my cock. Show me how much you want it.”
She gasps, her whole body shuddering, and I can feel her trying to relax, trying to open up for me. “It’s so much. You’re so much—”
“You’re doing so fucking good,” I tell her, my voice ragged with praise, with desire. “Look at how well you’re taking me. Look at how your pussy is stretching around my cock. So perfect. Made for this. Made for me.”
The praise makes her clench around me and I have to stop moving completely and breathe through it. “Fuck, don’t do that or I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t do what?” she asks, and she’s looking at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Then she does it again. Deliberately. Testing me. Teasing me. The little smirk on her face is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I growl, and thrust in the rest of the way in one motion.
“Yes!” she cries out, loud and unrestrained, her back arching so hard she lifts off the desk completely.
I stay buried as deep as I can go, letting her feel every inch of me, letting her body adjust to being completely full.
I lean down and kiss her, hard and possessive, tasting the salt of sweat on her lips.
When I pull back I say, “You look perfect like this. Spread out on this desk with my cock buried inside you. Fucking perfect.”
“Fuck, yes,” she gasps. “Like that. Please, just like that and—”
I lean down and capture one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, and she cries out, her hands flying to my hair, holding me there.
I bite down gently and she moans, lifting up and pushing her breast further into my mouth.
I move to the other one, giving it the same attention, marking her, claiming her, making sure tomorrow when she looks in the mirror she’ll see evidence of me everywhere.
Her tits bounce with every thrust and I can’t look away. Can’t stop watching the way her body moves, the way she takes everything I give her, the way her face shows every bit of pleasure she’s feeling.
I establish a rhythm, and she’s making these sounds that are driving me insane.
Little gasps and moans that tell me exactly how good this feels for her.
The desk is shaking with every thrust, the legs scraping against the concrete floor.
More supplies slide off and crash to the ground.
The music is still pounding through the walls, bass vibrating through the desk, through both of us.
“You like this?” I ask, pulling back. “Like being fucked on this desk where anyone could walk in?”
“Yes!” she gasps. “God, yes. Harder.”
“Good. Because you look fucking incredible like this. Taking my cock so well. Being such a good girl for me.”
I give her exactly what she wants, pounding into her without mercy, without holding back. She screams and the sound echoes off the concrete walls and I know everyone can hear what we’re doing, can hear her getting fucked, can hear her falling apart. I should care but I don’t. Let them hear.
“That’s it,” I growl, watching her face, memorizing every expression. “Take it. You can handle it.”
“Yes, Jack,” she gasps. “I can take everything you give me.”
“Fuck, Lark,” I groan, and the sound comes from deep in my chest, primal and raw.
The feeling of her wrapped around me is overwhelming.
Hot and tight and absolutely perfect. Like her body was made specifically for mine, like we fit together in a way that shouldn’t be possible but is.
“You feel incredible. So fucking good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt. ”
I can feel her starting to tighten around me, can see all the signs that she’s getting close. Her breathing goes ragged and uneven, her moans get higher and more desperate. Her whole body starts to tense, coiling tight like a spring.
“You going to come for me?” I ask, my voice strained.
“Yes,” she gasps, her eyes locked on mine. “So close—”
I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb, and rub hard circles over it. She screams my name, the sound loud enough that I’m certain everyone in this entire building can hear it.
“That’s my girl,” I growl, watching her face. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
She does, her whole body seizing up, going completely rigid for a second before she starts shaking. I can feel her clenching around me, pulsing and gripping me so tight I can barely move.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my own release building fast and inevitable, pressure coiling at the base of my spine, my rhythm starting to falter. “Lark, I’m going to—”
“Inside,” she gasps immediately, still trembling beneath me, still coming. “Come inside me. I need to feel it.”
“Lark, I—”
“Please, Jack, fill me up—”
I thrust deep one more time and come harder than I ever have in my entire life, seeing actual white behind my eyes, my whole body locking up with the intensity of it.
I can feel myself pulsing inside her, emptying everything I have, and I can feel her still gripping me, milking every last drop, her body taking everything I give her.
“Fuck,” I groan against her neck. “Fuck, Lark—”
For a long moment I just stay there, buried inside her, both of us breathing hard. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it might burst out of my chest. The music is still loud, but it feels distant now, irrelevant compared to what just happened, compared to this.
I kiss her, soft and sweet this time, tender, pouring everything I can’t say into it. She kisses me back with what feels like everything she has. When I pull back, I rest my forehead against hers, neither of us speaking, just breathing together.
“You okay?” I ask quietly, my hand coming up to cup her face, thumb stroking her cheek.
“Yeah,” she breathes, her eyes soft and a little dazed. “So okay. More than okay.”
“I wasn’t too rough?” I search her face.
“No. God, no. You were perfect.” She smiles up at me. “That was perfect.”
I kiss her forehead, then her temple, trailing soft kisses down the side of her face to her jaw. She shivers under my attention, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me close.
“That was incredible,” she murmurs, her voice still breathless.
“Yeah,” I agree against her skin, kissing back up to her mouth, taking my time. “It really was. You’re really beautiful, you know that?”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”