27. ELLY
27
ELLY
M y heart is racing after that performance. Jack is constantly pushing me to do things I’d never do, but when it goes as well as that did, I don’t mind. If only I could have channelled a little of that confidence when I went to meet Robert Lloyd.
If Jack had been at my side then, would I have managed to hold it together?
Before I can worry that Jack is somehow integral to me taking these steps, Kate, teary-eyed, rushes over to ask me if Jack and I had planned that performance because it was brilliant. I tell her we hadn’t, but I’m thrilled to have been able to contribute to an evening like this for her dad. I give her a hug and tell her I love her, and she clutches me tight before she excuses herself so she can go and socialise with her dad's old friends before they leave.
As soon as she's gone, I rush off in the direction Jack went. I’m keen to find him. That subtle nod of his head was enough to have my pussy clenching. He said we wouldn’t tell anyone about us, but it’s clear he wants something to happen.
I turn a corner in Nico’s enormous flat, and there he is, leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone. I watch him for a moment, taking him in. As though he senses my presence, he looks up, an almost startled expression on his face that dissolves into a sexy smile when he registers me.
“You prick,” I say, walking towards him. “You totally sprung that on me.”
He’s still grinning when I lace my arms around his neck, and he pulls me close, but I can tell he’s a little tense. I assume he’s worried his mother or Kate might find us here.
“You were brilliant,” he says, his voice hot and low against my cheek. “I bet everyone in the room wanted to fuck you.”
“Did you want to?”
“Yes.” He leans into me and I can feel how hard he is. “Obviously.”
Arousal blasts through me, faster than lightning. “Shit, Jack,” I whisper, but before he can respond, his phone buzzes where he’s holding it against my hip. I lean back. “Am I interrupting? You weren’t working, were you?”
He nods. Of course he was working. “Checking emails.”
“Hmm.” I kiss him on the lips as I take the phone from him and put it on the table. “Can we not work right now?”
He groans, but it’s lusty, not exasperated. “What do you want to do?”
I want to ride him until I ache, but I pause, assessing him. “Are you okay?” I think of Kate's teary expression. “Given this is an event for your dad, I was wondering—”
“No. We're not talking about my dad now. I'm fine.” He kisses me again, tilting his hips towards me. Fuck. He's so hard. “Tell me what you want to do,” he whispers.
Encouraged, I slide my hand over his crotch. “What do you think I want to do?”
He gives me a sly look. “Here? In the corridor?”
I tilt my head. “Not into public sex?”
He smirks. “Not when my mother is in the building.” He grabs my arse with both hands. “We should go in here.” He takes my hand and opens the nearest door, leading me into a large bathroom.
He locks the door behind us, and we’re on one another in seconds, hands grabbing, fingers tearing at clothes. He’s kissing me ravenously, his fingers in my hair. I can’t get enough of him. I need to merge right into him, to become one with him. The wanting is at levels I’ve never experienced before. The kiss feels like it lasts forever and no time at all; everything distorts when I’m with Jack.
I break off, whispering, “I’m wet for you.”
He groans and tips his head back, exposing his throat, peppered with stubble. “Fucking hell. You’re worse than me.” He says it like I’m wearing him thin, but he smiles like he loves it. His hands are greedy as they rush to pull up my skirt. He shifts my panties to one side and slides a finger inside me, his eyes going wide at how slick I am. “You’re so filthy. You know that?” he murmurs against my ear as he pumps his finger in and out of me, and I moan as I grind against his hand. “Anyone could find us here.”
“Exactly,” I say, all breathless. “So make it quick. I’ve waited all day, and I know you have a ton of condoms in your pocket.”
Jack mutters under his breath as he removes his finger from me and tugs a condom out while I wriggle out of my panties. I make fast work of his trousers, releasing his stiff cock, and he rips the packet open with his teeth and sheaths himself quicker than I’ve ever seen it done.
He presses me against the wall and lines himself up at my entrance, a look of intense focus coming over him as he plunges into me. The sudden sensation of fullness goes some way to satisfy the empty ache low in my core. I hook my legs around his hips and he drives into me, over and over, pinning me in place.
I can see us in the mirror, him fucking me hard, thrusting into me. His muscled arse is perfection, moving that way. I begin to whimper, and Jack grunts in my ear. Suddenly, he shifts us, lifting me onto the counter.
It takes a moment to settle into our new position, but when we do he nods at where our bodies meet and says, “Look at you. Look at how you take me.” I lean back and he slows down, sliding in and out as we both watch, transfixed. It’s unbelievably hot, seeing my body swallow his cock inch by inch, the cream of my juices streaking the condom.
With one hand I find my swollen clit and begin to move my fingers over it in circles, and Jack latches onto the motion, pupils dilated until they’re little more than black pits of desire. “That’s it,” he coaxes. “Faster.”
I obey, my fingers flicking over my clit at a pace that sends electric currents spinning out from the bundle of nerves. My climax approaches like the swell of a wave, inevitable and inescapable. I want to drown in it and pull him under with me. “Oh, God, so good…it’s so good,” I call out, delirious with pleasure.
“I love how much you love this,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you scream.”
And I do. The noises coming from my lips are loud and unreserved, driven by arousal so fierce that I don’t care who hears me.
“Fuck, oh, fuck, Jack.” I’m frantically rubbing at myself, lust turning my movements frenzied as the buzz of my approaching orgasm grows.
“Hold it,” he rasps. “Don’t come without me.”
“I can’t, I can’t…” I wail as my orgasm rips through me, leaving me shuddering in Jack’s arms.
This is my safe space. Here, with him.
“Wow, El,” Jack breathes. “No one fucks me like you do.” I know he’s close too as his relentless pounding slows, his thrusts growing irregular, until he jerks into me, panting and holding me close. “Fuuuuuck,” he groans, as he empties himself inside me.
I go limp, linking my arms around his neck to stop myself from slumping in a heap, and we breathe in each other’s breaths. There’s a tension to the moment of our comedown, as though we ought to fill the silence with those three tiny words. They’re practically knocking behind my teeth.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
“I love the way you fuck me,” I whisper instead, and he kisses me deep, and I disappear into the warmth of his tongue, the feel of his lips on mine.
A bang on the door shocks us both. Someone is outside.
And I was being so loud.
“I’m waiting out here,” comes a woman’s voice. She sounds annoyed.
Shit. How long have we been in here?
The door handle rattles. Thank goodness we locked it.
Jack rests his forehead against mine, his breaths still coming rapidly. “Damn it.” We stay like that for a few moments, until our breathing settles.
“We have to come out,” I hiss. “We can’t stay in here now.”
Jack groans and pulls out of me, discarding the condom and tucking himself away. I hop off the counter.
There’s another bang on the door, and Jack emits a low Jack curse. “Sniff. Rub your nose. Make it look like we were doing coke.”
I bristle. “You’d prefer whoever is out there to think we’re doing drugs rather than hooking up?”
He shrugs, and half a laugh escapes him. “Maybe.”
“Should I be insulted?”
He grabs me and pulls me to him. “God no,” he growls, and he kisses me again, rougher this time. “You’re wonderful. Perfect. I’d fuck you again right now if I could. But whoever is out there doesn’t need to know what we were doing in here.”
I push off him to fix my dress and smooth my hair—as much as my curls can be smoothed—in the mirror. “Okay. Let’s go.”
He unlocks the door, and the two of us walk out, shameless, right into Lydia.
Awkward .
Jack looks so shocked that he completely forgets to touch his nose or pretend he’s been snorting cocaine. “Lydia. Hi.” He sounds robotic; there isn’t an ounce of genuine greeting in his words.
She looks us both up and down, her face a parody of revulsion. I glance at Jack, taking in the way his thick, dark hair is all mussed. It couldn’t be more obvious that I just hand my hands in it. But maybe, maybe , she hasn’t noticed.
We push past her and just as I think we’re safe—
“It’s disrespectful, doing that in someone else’s house.”
My heart races and Jack mutters another curse. Together we turn to face her where she’s standing, one hand on her hip, glaring at us.
Jack plants his feet to the floor, pulling himself up taller. “I don’t know what you think we were—”
Lydia cuts him off. “I know exactly what you were doing. I could hear you. They could probably hear you in the main room. And at your father’s memorial event. It’s shameful.”
Jack’s mouth opens, but his jaw is tight, his expression full of regret.
Lydia pulls a disgusted face at him, then at me. “I’ll find another bathroom to use.” She turns and strides away from us, and we stand in silence, watching her go.
“Fuck.” Jack’s head jerks once as he utters the word. “That was unfortunate.”
My heart is still hammering, and it’s not because we were caught having sex. It’s because we were caught by Lydia . She might have no rights over Jack, but the memory of her warning me not to touch him hangs in the air like a whiteout on a mountain. Dangerous . “She’ll tell your mum, won’t she?”
Jack nods. “Likely. Let’s go and have fun while we can.”