Chapter 23 #2
“Make me,” he says.
I straighten up slowly, deliberately, letting the pool cue rest against the table. “Oh, is that what you want? For me to make you move?”
He closes the distance between us. His hands find my waist and he turns me, backing me up against the pool table. “That’s exactly what I want.”
And then we’re kissing and everything else just disappears.
His hands slide into my hair and mine tear at his shirt and the kiss is desperate, hungry, like we’ve been holding back all day and finally don’t have to anymore.
I make a sound against his mouth and he groans in response, pulling me closer, harder, until there’s no space between us at all.
His hands move to my waist, gripping tight, and I grind into him, feeling him stiffen in his jeans.
The pool table digs into my back, but I don’t care.
All I care about is the way he’s kissing me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, like he’s been thinking about this as much as I have.
When we finally break apart because we actually need oxygen to survive, both of us breathing hard, his forehead drops to rest against mine. His hands are still on my waist, holding me close, and I can feel his heart racing.
“Lark,” he says, and my name sounds different in his voice.
I look up at him, at the way the firelight catches in his eyes, at the expression on his face that makes my chest feel too full and too tight at the same time.
“I love you,” he says quietly, and the words land like something physical in the space between us. “I know we haven’t actually been together for long, and I know that’s fast, but I don’t care. I love you. I’m in love with you.”
My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it everywhere—in my throat, in my fingertips, behind my eyes, in every single nerve ending.
“I love you too,” I say, and the words come out steadier than I feel inside. “I love you so much. I think I have for a while now, I was just too scared to admit it to myself.”
“Scared of what?”
“That this would end. That you’d go back to racing full-time and realize I don’t fit into that world.
That I’d be the girl who fell for Jack Midnight and got left behind when real life started again.
” I laugh but it sounds shaky even to my own ears.
“Take your pick, really. I had a whole list of fears going.”
He makes me look at him properly, his hands framing my face. “I’m not leaving you behind. Ever. We’ll figure out the distance thing with racing. You’ll come to races when you can, I’ll come home when I can. We make it work because I’m not losing this. I’m not losing you.”
“Promise?” It comes out smaller than I intended, more vulnerable.
“Promise,” he says firmly, no hesitation. “You’re stuck with me now, Reyes. Better get used to it.”
He kisses me again and this time it’s different, like he’s sealing that promise into my skin.
I kiss him back with everything I have, pouring all the feelings I’ve been too scared to name into it, all the hope and want and love that’s been building for weeks.
When we finally pull apart, both of us are smiling like complete idiots.
“So,” I say eventually, trying to catch my breath. “I believe I was about to win that game before you so rudely interrupted with your distraction tactics.”
He laughs. “Game’s over. You win. You always win.”
“Damn right I do,” I say. “Don’t you forget it.”
“Never,” he promises, and then he’s kissing me again and I’m pretty sure we’re done with pool for the night.
His hands slide down to grip under my thighs and he lifts me.
I squeal and wrap my legs around his waist, my arms looping around his neck, and he carries me across the room.
The fire crackles in the fireplace, and he lowers us both down onto the rug in front of it.
The rug is plush and soft beneath my back, and he grabs pillows from the couch, tucking them under my head.
The weight of him pressing against me, all hard muscle and heat, makes me shudder with pleasure. I love him. I love him so much it’s almost overwhelming. A month ago this was supposed to be fake and now he’s everything.
One of his hands cradles my face while the other slides into my hair, and the kiss deepens fast, becomes urgent and demanding. My hands grip his shoulders, then slide up into his hair, pulling him closer. I press against him, wanting more, needing everything.
My sweater is already being pushed up, his hands sliding underneath the fabric. I sit up just enough for him to pull it over my head and toss it somewhere behind us. When he sees I’m not wearing anything underneath, his eyes darken in a way that sends heat straight through me.
“You’re beautiful,” he says. “Been thinking about this all night.”
“Then stop thinking and do something about it,” I challenge.
He laughs, and god I love his laugh. His smile. “Where’s the fun in rushing?” He lowers his mouth to my breast, but doesn’t give me what I want yet. Just breathing on my nipple, letting me feel the warmth of his breath but not actually touching. Teasing.
“You’re a real bastard, you know that?” I point out breathlessly, and I can’t even stop my body from trying to twist into his mouth. “I swear if you don’t—”
He cuts off my complaint by closing his mouth around my nipple and sucking hard. My hands fly to his hair immediately, gripping tight, and he groans. Music to my fucking ears.
“Jack, please,” I gasp, because I need more and he knows it.
“Please what?” he asks, kissing down my stomach, taking his time. Paying attention to every inch of skin, every dip and curve. “Tell me what you need.”
“Put your mouth on me,” I say without any hesitation. “Stop teasing and make me come.”
“Fuck, I love when you talk like that,” he says, and the heat in his voice makes me clench. “So fucking hot when you tell me exactly what you need.”
He kisses along my inner thighs slowly, deliberately avoiding where I want him most. I make this frustrated sound and he drags his lips gently against my skin, clearly enjoying this too much.
“Jack, I swear to—”
“What?” he asks innocently, looking up at me. “You’ll do what?”
“I’ll finish myself if you don’t hurry the fuck up,” I threaten, and one of my hands starts sliding down my stomach.
He catches my wrist immediately, pinning it beside my hip. “The hell you will. That’s mine.”
“Then do something about it,” I bark, and there’s mischief and heat sparking between us.
“Oh, I’m going to do a lot of things about it,” he says, his voice dropping lower. “And you’re going to take every single one.”
He spreads my legs wider with his shoulders, settling between them, and finally puts his mouth on me. The second his tongue flattens against my clit I gasp, my hips lifting sharply, trying to get more pressure, more contact, more everything.
The taste of me on his tongue must drive him crazy because he groans against me, and the vibration goes straight through my clit. I’m already wet, already soaked and ready for him, and he’s taking his time like he has all night to do this.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my free hand flying to his hair, gripping tight. “Yes, just like that, please don’t stop—”
He works me slowly at first, long strokes of his tongue. Taking his time learning what makes my hips lift higher, what makes me moan louder, what makes my thighs start to tremble. When he focuses on my clit with steady pressure, I make this sound that’s half moan, half whimper.
“Right there,” I gasp, my hand tightening in his hair. “Stay right there, please—”
He keeps the rhythm steady, exactly what I need, while he slides two fingers inside me. The stretch makes me cry out, and when he curls his fingers upward to hit that spot deep inside me, I nearly come right then.
“Oh Jack, fuck…”
He doesn’t let up. Keeps working that spot with his fingers while his mouth stays focused on my clit. I’m making these sounds I can’t control—breathy moans and gasps that tell him exactly how close I’m getting.
“That’s it,” he groans against me. “Let me hear you. Love those sounds you make.”
The pleasure builds impossibly fast. My thighs are trembling, I’m starting to clench rhythmically around his fingers, my breathing is getting faster and more erratic.
“I’m close,” I gasp. “So close, I’m gonna—please don’t stop—”
“I’ve got you,” he says, increasing the pressure with his tongue, his fingers moving faster. “Come for me, baby.”
I break. My back arches completely off the rug, my hands yanking his hair, and I come, screaming his name like a warcry. Loud and dangerous and completely uninhibited.
The pulsing, the waves rolling through me, are so intense I can barely process them. He works me through every single one, drawing it out, making it last, until I’m gasping.
“I can’t,” I pant, my chest heaving. The sensations are still rolling over me and it’s too much and not enough all at once. “Too sensitive, I can’t take anymore—”
He places one last kiss against me before crawling back up my body. When he reaches me he pulls me into a kiss that’s desperate and hungry, and I taste myself on his lips.
“I need you,” I say against his mouth between kisses, my hands already shoving urgently at his jeans. I’m desperate for him, my body aching and empty and needing him inside me. “Inside me. Right fucking now.”
“Bossy,” he says, but he’s already kicking off his jeans and boxer briefs.
“Someone’s gotta keep you in line,” I tease, biting my lip, letting my legs fall open wider in invitation.
His eyes darken. “Oh, I’m gonna make you pay for that.”
I grin. “Thank god.”
He positions himself between my thighs and pushes into me in one hard thrust. The stretch, the fullness, the way he fills me completely makes me nearly scream. My body welcomes him, clenches around him, like it was made for this.
“Fuck,” he groans, his arms braced beside my head. “You feel incredible.”
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, and when he starts to move it’s hard and fast and exactly what I need. The sound of our bodies moving together fills the cabin, skin against skin, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Harder,” I gasp, because I need more, need everything.
“You want it harder?” He shifts his angle and the next thrust hits that spot deep inside me that makes everything go white. “Like this?”
“Yes,” I sob, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Just like that, yes—”
“I’m going to fuck you until you come all over my cock,” he promises, and every thrust after that hits the same spot, over and over, building the pressure.
The dirty talk combined with what he’s doing to my body is too much. The pleasure builds fast, winding tighter and tighter, that coil in my belly ready to snap.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice demanding. “I want to feel that pussy squeeze me when you fall apart.”
My hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles. The added stimulation combined with him pounding into me, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, winds me impossibly tight.
“That’s it,” he groans, his eyes locked on where my hand is moving. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. Show me how close you are.”
“Jack,” I warn, my voice breaking. “I’m going to—I can’t—”
“Come for me,” he demands, his hand gripping my hip harder, his thrusts getting deeper, more brutal. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
The orgasm slams into me and I scream his name again, my whole body seizing up in waves so intense my vision blurs. My pussy clenches around him rhythmically with every pulse.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, and his rhythm falters. “That’s it. Your pussy feels so good when you come on my cock.”
He keeps moving, his thrusts getting more erratic. When I start to come down, he’s still chasing his release, and watching him lose control is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“You want my cum?” His thrusts get harder, more desperate. “Want me to fill this pussy up?”
“Yes,” I moan, tightening my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I need it. I need to feel you come inside me.”
“Tell me again,” he demands. “Beg for it.”
“Please,” I say, the words tumbling out desperate and needy. “Please come inside me. Fill me up. I want your cum so bad. I need it. Please, Jack—”
That does it. His final thrusts are hard and deep and almost brutal, and then he’s pulsing inside me, emptying himself with broken groans.
The heat of him filling me up, the way his whole body goes rigid, the raw broken sound he makes are absolutely perfect.
His cock throbs inside me and my pussy clenches around him, milking every last drop.
For a long moment we just lie there, both breathing hard, both trembling. He’s still inside me, softening now, and his cum starts to leak out around where we’re still joined. The wet heat of it makes me clench again, makes me want to keep him inside me forever.
He lifts his head slowly, his forehead coming to rest against mine. His eyes are soft and full of love and satisfaction and something almost reverent, like I’m the best thing that ever happened to him.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you too,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “So fucking much. More than anything.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Best crazy idea you ever had.”
“We,” he corrects immediately, brushing his nose against mine. “Best crazy idea we ever had.”
“Yeah,” I agree, and when he kisses me it’s soft and slow and sweet. “We.”