33. Jack ‘J’
33
JACK ‘J’
O n the way to Sara’s apartment, Burke got an invite to hang with a buddy. Since J didn’t give a single shit how he got to Sara’s so long as he got there, he left Burke at West Village before getting into the driver’s seat of the Maybach and taking himself there instead.
Now he’s parked in a quiet side street outside Sara’s apartment where he absently watches a streetlamp dim to a golden glow while he huffs into his phone.
Apparently, his secretary had received a letter which threatened to leak classified Vandenberg Group information if he didn’t pay up. He listens to her panicked voice, even though he isn’t fazed in the slightest by the incident. It was the same old shit. People exploiting him, looking for a payday, thinking they were entitled to his money because he could afford it. It happened so often he realized it didn’t even piss him off anymore. It just fucking bored him to death.
“I’ll deal with it in the morning,” J says when his secretary is done freaking out. “Send it to my legal team and then…”
He trails off because he’s just spotted something in his left side mirror. A figure striding toward his car. It’s dark, but he can see she’s wearing a familiar, baggy sweater that comes to her thighs, her long, golden legs spilling from the garment with every step. He swallows slowly, his pulse quickening as his eyes travel down her body. Her ankles disappear into a pair of provocative as hell looking heels, while her long, waved hair blows behind her as she strides right up to his window.
Sara . Wearing his sweater.
Ohh, fuck.
“I’ll call you back,” J says quickly before hanging up and getting out the car, right as she reaches him.
“I was just on my way…” he says absently, unable to stop staring at how hot she looks in his sweater, how good her thighs look, how good her thighs are going to look when he eventually wraps them around his waist and fucks her senseless. He breathes to steady himself. Not yet. He had to be patient with her. She wasn’t ready to give herself to him yet, that’s what he told himself at least. Patience. Patience would see that he was eventually rewarded.
But, fuck , she was making it hard, and now she’s stepping between his legs, holding his face in her delicate hands and pressing her lips against his, and… ouch! Did she just bite him?
His dick begins to twitch in his pants and his hands come around her waist to pull her in closer, and ouch! She bit him again while sinking her nails into his ass, fuck yes.
“This how we say hi now?” He smirks down at her when she lets him come up for air. “I’m into it.”
He attempts to take her hand, but she kisses him harder, and now he can taste the fruity notes of wine on her tongue. Hmm maybe he’d need to examine this situation a little closer.
“That was only a few seconds, Jack, and you’re already rock hard.” She glances down between their bodies as her lips move to his neck.
“What else is going to happen when you greet me like this?” He chuckles, wincing as her teeth graze the flesh below his ear.
Well, shit. Everything about the way she touches him feels like wiping a slate clean. Anything he was thinking about before, simply melted away. His problems untangled, like light shining over shadows. He could bury himself in her scent and aura for the rest of his life.
He clears his throat. “Shall we go inside?”
“Yes.” She steps back, but instead of turning toward her apartment, she takes his hand, leading him to the rear doors of the car. She fumbles with the handle, then pulls it open. “You first.”
He’s still grinning at her, wondering what the hell is going on. Get into the back? She was aware that Burke wasn’t in the driver’s seat, wasn’t she? She’s looking at him in a certain way, kind of how she did on the trails when he cut his hand. She’d given him that stern look that told him to shut his mouth and do what he was told. He’d been rendered incapable of doing anything else because he’d found her assertiveness unbearably sexy that day. He surrendered then, he’ll do the same now.
“Okay.” He laughs, shaking his head and getting in the back seat. He tosses his suit jacket to the other side and is about to ask, now what? when Sara ducks, steps into the car, and in a couple of sleek movements, places one knee either side of his legs. Facing him, she straddles his lap, grabs his shoulder with one hand, then leans to pull the door closed with the other. And then, she fucking taps the lock door button.
“Okay, what the hell is going on?” J says with the biggest boyish grin on his face, even though he’s blindingly aware of Sara’s intentions for him.
Sara closes her mouth over his, her tongue fighting against his, aggressively, messily. He’s got no choice but to fight right back. Plunging his hands into her hair and chewing at her bottom lip, pulling her in tight and grinding her body against his.
“You said you couldn’t wait to fuck me in this exact spot, Jack,” she says around his tongue. “I’ve been thinking about that.”
Christ.
“You and me both, baby,” he says before hearing her moan.
Baby. He likes the way that rolls off his tongue, and the way she moans makes him think she likes it too.
“It’s hot in here,” Sara whispers. No fucking shit. “Take off the sweater.” Her hips are already starting to circle over his cock.
“Oh, it’s coming off,” he says in a low voice as he pushes the sweater past her thighs. “Arms up.”
She complies, and as he’s sliding the material further up her body, his throat slowly begins to close like the life is being squeezed right out of him.
“Sara…” he manages to growl.
“Mhmm?” she moans innocently, hands grazing the roof, as J performs the last tug before casting the sweater to the side. It’s dark but he can make out the little red straps of her bra that cross over her nipples and hide absolutely nothing, and damn it if all the blood in his body hasn’t rushed straight to his groin.
He groans. “Did you put on the filthiest little bra that exists on this God given earth, so you could fuck me in my car?” He runs his hands over the mesh, circling his thumb over her nipples and pinching down hard.
“Yes.” She giggles. Then she’s digging her thighs into his sides, rising up from her knees so she can push her tits into his face. He’s got no fucking option but to take them in his mouth, sucking and licking and fighting the need to spill in his pants.
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his tie firmly to each side before whipping it off and throwing it away.
Then she’s frantically tugging his shirt from his pants, getting to work on unbuttoning it from the top, letting his heaving chest spill out. All the while, her perfect tits are still in his face.
“I need you to be more naked,” she whines, tugging at his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling at his boxer briefs. “It’s your turn tonight.”
His turn? Whatever you say, baby.
He grabs Sara’s ass while he tugs down his pants and boxer briefs so his cock can spring free at last.
His hands slide down to her hips, his thumbs grazing the smooth skin below her waist, travelling lower, lower.
Wait…
“Where the fuck are your panties?” he roars when his hands begin to roam below the string of material at her waist where he finds nothing else.
“Right here.” She leans back, tilting her hips, dragging her fingers under the material at either side of her hips and flashing him her entire bare pussy.
A layer of moisture forms on his forehead, and he wishes he didn’t have the temperature cranked up earlier, because it’s hotter than the devil’s balls inside this damn car right now.
“Those aren’t panties,” he strains out. “Those are going to send me to my fucking grave.”
He looks at the roof, squeezing his eyes shut, right before Sara grabs his cock and begins to stroke him.
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “Slowly, baby, slowly. I told you, you’re going to kill me.”
Then she’s plucking a wrapper from beneath the strap of her bra, ripping it open with her teeth and trying to slide a condom over his dick. Trying. He knows that regular sized piece of shit is going nowhere.
He tugs it off before it cuts off his circulation.
“Too small?” Sara gasps. He nods as she pushes her hips closer to him, grinding her pussy over his dick as her mouth comes to his ear. “That’s okay, I’m clean.”
Holy mother of God. “Same.”
“Clean and on the shot.” She chews at his ear lobe, grabs his dick and starts stroking him off again. “You can come inside me.”
He roars to stop himself spilling all over her hand.
“Alright, stop.” He grabs her wrist, puts his arm around her lower back and pulls her into his bare chest. He feels her thighs tighten at his waist as she looks momentarily shocked. They pant hot breath onto each other’s cheeks for a couple of moments before she smiles mischievously and starts grinding her hips on top of him. “Stop.” He says firmer, accompanied by another sharp pull. “How much have you had to drink?”
She rolls her eyes. “Just a little.”
“How much?” J says again, letting go of her wrist so he can take her chin in his hand and angle her face toward him.
“Not much.” Sara pouts. “Now let go so I can slide you between my legs, and you can feel how wet I am…” She peels his fingers from her face, guiding his hand lower, lower…until his fingers are grazing against her soaked pussy. “See.” She starts moving her hips against his hand and, fuck , if it isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever witnessed.
Nevertheless…
He gathers all his strength as he tugs his hands from her, settling them back at her waist so he can control her body that’s hellbent on grinding against him. “You can use that dirty mouth on me all you like, I’m not fucking you drunk.”
She frowns. “Well good, because I’m not drunk.” There’s that assertive look, which means, here comes the sass. “Yes, I’ve had some wine, but not enough for you to feel like you’re taking advantage.” Her nails bite into the sleeves of his shirt before she drags them up his shoulders and over his chest muscles. “I’ve had just enough to ride your dick without being scared I’m going to be split down the middle,” she says somewhat seriously before grinning. “You’re huge by the way.” J shrugs, can’t deny that. She continues, “I can’t have sex with you for the first time completely sober. Not now, not ever. So, we either never have sex, or you get inside me right now.” His eyes ignite, his grip tightens on her hips. Sara gasps. “ Gently. ”
J’s hands move up her sides, his big hands spanning her ribcage, his pulse quickening again. “You’re really not drunk?”
“No, I promise.” She leans forward, brushing her mouth against his. “But the fact you care about that so much makes me want you even more. So much more.” She strokes his face .
“Yeah?” J’s hands drop to the curve of her ass, her skin is soft and warm and a little clammy beneath his touch. “How much more?”
Sara leans back a couple inches, her mouth pulling up at the corners. “Are you asking me to tell you what I want?”
Finally sure he isn’t taking advantage, he says, “You ask for it, I’m going to give it to you.” He’d give the girl on his lap every vital organ he had if she asked for them right now.
“I want you to pick me up,” she says. His fingers dig into her ass as he lifts her, pulling her to his chest, her thighs clenching around his middle, her tits level with his mouth again. Her head brushes the roof of the car while he grazes his teeth across her breasts, sucking and kissing and groaning as he waits for her next demand. “I want you to put me on top of your cock,” she pants, head back, throat exposed.
J lowers her, his hips adjusting to place his cock at the entrance of her pussy that feels slick and ready to take him.
“I want to feel you inside me, Jack. I need you.” Her breaths are shallow as her thighs tighten either side of his legs while she starts to rock her soaked folds over the head of his dick. If he lasted long enough to actually get inside her, it would be a miracle.
“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he says, in a bid to order himself to keep his shit together.
He takes it slow at first, watching Sara’s body closely, watching her every twitch and reaction to him. Her hips move up and down, circling to take a little more of him with each stroke.
That first nudge inside her sends her moaning and dipping her hands into his hair. She’s so fucking tight, he’s got to concentrate not to blow all at once .
“Jack, oh my god,” she cries as she rocks her hips over him.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he groans, sending his hips against her for the first time and causing her to cry out against his mouth. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
She squeezes his legs with her thighs as she pushes up from him, then eases up as she lowers herself, every stroke taking him deeper as he begins to fill her pussy completely. She rocks over his dick, adjusting to him with every slow stoke.
“I want…” Yes, he wants to know what’s in that pretty head. What she’s thinking, what she wants. She moans, “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, Jack. Because that’s what I’m going to do to you.”
Lord save him.
Her hips begin to speed up, until her ass is smacking against his legs as she rides his dick, faster, harder. He matches her pace, thrusting against her, his hands picking her up and slamming her back onto his cock with quick, forceful strokes that cause a cry to rip from her throat with every push.
Then she’s leaning back, her flesh glinting in the night, skin dusted with a light layer of moisture, cheeks glowing, breasts glistening.
Her breathing is quickening, her hips still crashing into his as she throws her head back and moans in pleasure, shouting his name and pleading for him to go harder still.
He keeps one hand on her hip while the other moves to her clit, his thumb circling over that sensitive spot.
Sara reaches for the roof, both hands above her head as she anchors herself for balance while J fucks her pussy and massages her clit. Her body begins to tense, her hips tilting. Her moaning is loud, louder than he’s ever heard her. It’s going to send him over the edge.
“Are you going to come for me, Sara?” He’s growling through gritted teeth, because fuck, he’s not going to last much longer if she stays in that position, baring her entire body to him.
“I’m so close.” She lowers one hand, placing it over his, massaging her clit with him as she bites her lower lip. Fuck, that’ll do it, he’s going to come if she doesn’t.
Her body begins to shake, her cries rising, “I’m coming, Jack.”
He expels a curse of relief, spilling at last between her legs as he performs one final hard thrust, followed by a pair of slower ones as he comes apart, sweat sliding from his temple, his whole body erupting with heat and ecstasy.
Sara collapses against his chest, mouth resting on his shoulder, lips gently kissing his flesh while he continues to twitch inside her. For several heaving breaths, they stay pressed against the other, damp skin connecting, bodies memorizing the rhythm and feel of the other.
As he strokes the smooth skin of her ass, pulls her in tight to his chest and plants a kiss against her hair, he can’t help but wonder where the hell this girl came from. The one who’d just screwed his dick within an inch of his life, changed his brain chemistry with the scraps of material she called underwear, made him forget every problem that ever existed. There’d never been anyone who’d done that to him.
When she lifts her head, her sleepy eyes watching him, her cute mouth smiling up at him, he can’t help but feel a tug pull against his chest. It’s that feeling again, growing larger inside him once again. She’d burst into his life, taken up every corner of his mind, climbed inside his chest the minute he pulled her from that car wreck. And now, there wasn’t a damn thing he could or would do to get her out.
A few minutes later, the windows are completely steamed up and the car smells like sex. Sara is attempting clean up. J offers her his sweater, using the material to wipe his arousal from her inner thighs and between her legs. She’s not embarrassed or shy in the slightest. Instead, she leans into his touch, opening her legs, sleepy smiling at him, entirely comfortable with the intimacy.
“You okay?” J grins at her.
“Better than okay, that was amazing.” She takes the sweater, turning it inside out as she brushes it over J’s crotch, returning the clean up favor. “I mean, sure, my vagina might need an ice pack.” J’s eyes go wide. “I’m kidding.” She giggles.
“That was some urge you had,” J says with a grin, wrapping his suit Jacket around her shoulders. She tugs it around her, then opens his car door, letting a rush of cold night air into the vehicle.
“It was the urge to show you this isn’t a one-sided thing.” She grins back as she steps outside. “I know people use you all the time. Well, not me.” She shrugs. J’s head tilts to the side. Sara continues, “Amber’s upstairs.”
He’s frowning because, did that mean she didn’t want him to come up? Then she’s leaning in, planting a kiss to his face with her pink, swollen lips. “Well, goodnight. Best orgasm ever.”
He’s grinning like a moron as she closes his door behind him. He’s too busy drowning in smug pride to even realize he’s in the backseat without a driver. Too high on best orgasm ever to consider the other stuff Sara said before she winked mischievously and skipped back to her apartment, leaving him buttoning up his shirt and chuckling to himself.
She’d fucked him raw and left him with his balls hanging out. But, shit, for the best orgasm ever. He’d take that.