22. JACK
22
JACK
F uuuuuck .
I hiss as Elly drags her hand up my shaft, and a heady wave of desire whips through me so fast that I get dizzy.
She did not just do that… did she?
The room is still lit by candlelight, and she’s so fucking perfect, so pretty, her curly hair all wild, her breaths coming in little puffs as she works me.
“Are you drunk?” I ask, because I have to know.
“No.” Her hand doesn’t stop gliding up and down my dick. “Are you?”
I grit my teeth. This feels so fucking good. I groan as Elly runs her thumb over my slit, massaging a bead of pre-cum across the head. “Not really. Had a couple of glasses while I was waiting for you to come home.”
“You were waiting for me?” The arousal in her voice sends a jolt of the same through me.
“Yeah,” I rasp, my eyes shutting as Elly’s fingers cup my balls briefly before returning to my shaft.
“This wasn’t for someone else?” She nods her head at the candles on the table and the pot of coq au vin on the hob. “No date?”
My back arches. Fuck, I didn’t know a hand job could feel this good.
“No date,” I stutter through a groan of pleasure, and her hand gently squeezes my cock as though she’s rewarding me for it. I suck in a breath, and stars appear in my peripheral vision. “I haven’t been on a date since I heard you sing.”
“Oh, wow,” she says, all breathy, and the sound is such a turn on that my blood runs hot. I don’t want to stop her doing what she’s doing, but I also need to know she wants this. She was yelling and crying only a few minutes ago. I can’t keep up.
“You don’t have to do this.” My voice is full of need, and it’s obvious that what I really mean is, ‘ Please don’t stop ’.
She steps closer, her clothes bristling against my bare skin, her hand rhythmically pulsing up and down my length, which is suddenly so fucking hard I can’t think of anything but her touch. She stands on tiptoe, her lips brushing my ear. “I want to.” That husky voice again.
“You sure?”
She pauses to spit in her hand, and the wave of desire that hits me is scorching. I’ll be nothing but a pile of ash when she’s done. “You trying to get me to stop?”
“Fuck, no.” My voice is all gravel.
She starts again, the motion slick with her saliva. God, this woman. Pleasure swirls, building right at the base of my spine, making the tip of my dick tingle. This isn’t going to take long. Shit . How embarrassing. A few weeks of obsessing over her and she only has to touch me for a minute before I’m close to exploding.
I inhale deep, Elly’s scent filling my nostrils. So good . Clean, sweet. A hint of citrus.
I pull her closer, my legs bracing to hold me up as my orgasm approaches. I clench my jaw, grind my teeth. Her hair is against my mouth as I speak. “That’s so good, El. Fuck. You’re good at that. Don’t stop.”
She nestles right against me, her hand still moving furiously between us as she looks up. Those blue eyes, those pretty pink lips… that little pixie nose…
Oh, fuck me. I’m going to lose it.
I throw my head back, eyes shuttering as a blast of pleasure tightens my thighs, tugs on my abs, and tenses every muscle in my fucking body. All sensation pools in my groin as I rock my hips towards her, my cock eager for that final push. I’m teetering right on the edge, approaching the summit of what’s going to be a fucking amazing orgasm. “I’m close… ”
She stops, and her hand leaves my dick, the crest of pleasure instantly receding, only to be instantly replaced by a gut-churning wave of disappointment as my balls clench. What the fuck? I open my eyes to see her take a step back and stare at me, arms crossed. “I won.”
“Huh?”
“Admit that I won.”
We’re talking about the game? How the fuck are we talking about the game when I’m about to blow my load? I don’t give a flying fuck about the game.
Wait. Does she care about the game? My heart dives off a cliff, even as my oh-so-close orgasm recedes . What the fuck is happening?
“Now?” I’ve never sounded more unhinged in my life.
She nods. “You said the game ended when one of us said they want to fuck more than they want to play.” She pokes her sternum with two fingers. “I won.”
I start nodding, aware I look desperate. “Yeah. You won. You won. You won the fucking game.”
“Okay. Good.” She spins away from me and starts to walk out of the room. “I’ll send you my bank details.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I call after her.
She glances over her shoulder at me, then at my cock which is still hard and throbbing like an angry motherfucker. “I just wanted to hear you say it.” She pauses, and I’m so sure she’s going to leave me standing here like an idiot, that when she steps back towards me and drops to her knees instead, shock radiates through me so forcefully that I wonder if I’m going to pass out. Fucking hell. She opens those beautiful pink lips and runs them over the head, skimming it lightly.
I’m going to wake up any second. This can’t be fucking real.
A rough groan leaves me. “What the—”
Her tongue darts out and licks over my tip, and before I can finish my question she swallows my cock, and the sight of it disappearing between those pretty pink lips is almost more than I can handle. Arousal consumes me, blowing my mind. If this is a dream, then bring it the fuck on.
Her mouth is soft and warm, and the suction is perfect. She slides her fingers around to grip my arse, pinning me in place. I let out a rumbling moan of appreciation as my hands come to the back of her head, fingers sliding into her hair as she works me, one of her hands fisting the base of my shaft. Her head bobs up and down, her tongue curling around the tip, flicking it, slopping back and forth over it to lick up the beads of pre-cum before she swallows down the length again.
Need gathers in my hips, hard and unrelenting. I want to thrust down her throat, fuck her mouth until I come, but seeing as she started this, I let her set the pace.
“Fuck, El. You’re so good at this. Shit,” I groan, gripping her head. “Look at you taking my cock like a good girl.” She gives an answering moan and the vibrations shoot up into my hips, adding fire to the burning ball of heat in my groin. “I’m going to come,” I grit out, and she nods like it’s okay and I can’t fucking believe it and then the orgasm hits like a hurricane.
My toes curl, my head tipping back as a deluge of sensation destroys the last of my restraint. “Fuuuck, El,” I roar as hot reams of cum spurt into her mouth.
She takes it all while I’m groaning and shuddering and losing my fucking shit in the middle of the kitchen. I rest my hands on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her curls, as she sucks me dry, swallowing every last drop, and the pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I gasp with each final zap that shoots through me. It’s like she’s torturing me, eking out every last spark with her sweet mouth.
Then she sucks right up to my tip, and her mouth pops off, a string of saliva briefly connecting us. She sits back on her heels, her tongue swiping over her lips, which are puffy and swollen.
My legs are weak, and my head is swimming. What the fuck just happened here?
I want to collapse to the floor right in front of her, but I don’t think she'll appreciate that, and I’m still confused as fuck, so I say, “Hungry? I made coq au vin.”
She frowns up at me, holding my gaze for a few seconds before the expression on her face crumples and, even before it happens, I know what’s coming.
She starts to cry, and the bottom falls out of my stomach.
Fuck .
She drops her head in her hands and her shoulders shudder, all that blonde hair spilling like gold across them.
Panic cascades through me at break-neck speed. Did I get her consent? Did she want this? Shit, shit, shit .
Talk about a rough comedown. I sink to my knees opposite her, my heart beating so fucking hard that when I reach out and touch her shoulder, my hand is shaking. I expect her to jerk away from me, but when she doesn’t a little of the tension I’m carrying melts away.
“El, what’s going on?” I whisper.
She takes a couple of hitching breaths, struggling to breathe through the tears. “Tomato.”
What?
I lean a little closer, but she’s still got her head down, not looking at me. “What?”
Her head snaps up. “Tomato.”
Tomato? I seriously hope I’m about to wake up, because this is one bad fucking dream. “I’m sorry… what? I have no idea what’s going on, and it sounded like you said ‘tomato’.”
She sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “That’s what’s on my shirt.”
I glance at the stain, but it doesn’t clarify anything. My mind is still recovering from that orgasm, and my thoughts are diving around like pinballs.
“They threw it at me. At the Marchmont.”
The pieces start to fall into place. “Oh, my… fuck . Who did?”
“Some drunk guys.” A sob, louder than the others, breaks out. I am not equipped for this. Women coming apart on my dick, I can handle. Women generally falling apart… fuck, no.
“I need to get dressed. Don’t move. Let me put my clothes on.” I jump up and dash to the utility room, where I pull on my boxers and trousers and then shove my arms through the sleeves of my shirt.
When I come out, fingers fumbling to do up my buttons, Elly’s still kneeling on the floor and something about the sight of her there breaks my heart a little. She didn’t move.
I help her up, ushering her over to the sofa. She sits down, and I take a seat next to her. Little by little, between pitiful sobs, I get the full story out of her.
“Those arseholes,” I say when she finishes. What kind of jackasses do that to a woman singing on stage? Especially one as beautiful and talented as Elly . “I’ll fucking—”
“I thought of you when they started throwing stuff at me.”
I pin my mouth shut, holding back the threats. That doesn’t sound good. This feels… precarious, as though anything I do or say might make her yell at me, or run away. But I have to ask. “Why?”
Elly screws her eyes shut like she’s staving off tears, then she takes a deep breath and opens them. “Because of everything you said at the flat when you were talking to Kate. You said that if I was any good, I would have made it by now.”
Her words crush my insides into a tiny, uncomfortable ball, regret flooding my veins like I’m hooked up to a drip of the stuff. I’m an arse. How could I have been so unthinkingly cruel? Am I any better than the dickheads who threw stuff at her? I rub a hand over my eyes. “God, I’m so sorry. That was ignorant. I made an assumption without hearing you. You know I think you’re great.”
“Do I?” she whispers.
“Don’t fish.”
She sniffles a giggle. Progress .
I want to reach out and hold her, but I feel like I can’t. Christ . Moments ago, she had my dick in her mouth, and now I don’t know if she’d accept a hug.
She sighs loudly, wringing her hands in her lap. “We fucked this up.”
My heart jolts back and forth like an ice cube in an empty glass. “Can you be more specific?”
She gestures between us. “This game. We fucked up. We shouldn’t have played at all. Now, every time I see you, for the rest of our lives, I’ll just remember you coming down my throat. When Kate gets engaged, or married, or has a baby or there’s a party and you’re there, I’ll be seeing you naked in the kitchen all over again.”
I snort. Can’t fucking help it . “Is that so bad?”
She dips her head and presses her palms to her cheeks. “Awful.”
I wince. “My ego is taking a pounding tonight. But at least you’ll have your winnings to make you feel better.”
A mirthless chuckle escapes her. “I can’t take it. It’ll feel like you paid me for a blow job.”
It’s my turn to laugh. “Most expensive blow job ever.” We share a quiet moment, then I add, “The money was yours before that.”
Elly sniffles again, wiping her eyes with her hands. “What now? Do you want me to move out?”
My muscles tense. “Why would I want that?”
“Because this’ll be awkward.”
I hold her gaze, but she looks away. I hook a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I don’t want you to move out. This doesn’t have to be awkward. This isn’t some one-night stand where we have to do the walk of shame back to our respective bedrooms.”
“Then what is it?”
I release her chin. “I don’t know. But I really hope it’s the start and not the end. But we did fuck up a little.”
“How so?”
“There’s something we should have done first.”
“What?”
Elly’s pupils dilate, and the air thickens around us. My gaze drops to her mouth, and her lips part just a fraction. I can’t resist any longer. I cup the back of her neck, intending to ease her towards me, but Elly’s already moving, our mouths drawing together like magnets.
Our lips meet, and the energy of the contact runs through me like electricity. As if it shocks us both, our movements become hurried, desperate, our kiss furious. It’s wet and hot and Elly’s fingers press into the back of my neck and tug my hair as she pulls me into her. I can still taste me on her and it only serves to increase the heat sizzling through me. I don’t know how I’m going to resist carrying her up to my room and fucking her all night.
She finally pulls away from me, her lips all red and slick and puffy. Gorgeous . We rest our foreheads together as our breathing returns to normal.
“We definitely fucked up,” she whispers, breathless, as she leans into me.
“Don’t overthink it. We might not be playing a game anymore, but we can still have fun.”
“Fun,” she confirms, although I suspect there’s a note of disappointment in her voice that causes a twinge of discomfort in my chest.
“Exactly. Fun,” I repeat. “Shall we start now?”