Chapter Sixteen #2
She merely shook her head.
“What do you want now?” Jack asked. “Right this very second.”
Ellie lifted her chin. “You. Doing whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?”
She nodded, thrilling at the prospect, and of trusting him enough to let go. “Yes.”
“So many options.” He ran a hand down her side and around to cup her ass.
It was enough of an invitation for her. Ellie turned around, leaned over, and planted her hands on the bed. She looked over her shoulder at Jack, whose mouth hung ever so slightly open. “How about this one?”
He spanned his hands over both sides of her ass. “I like that one a lot.”
She thought he would and was delighted to be proven right. She shifted her weight side to side, making her hips sway.
“Lube?” he asked.
She looked over her shoulder and shook her head. “Just a little warmup.”
Jack raised a brow. “Just a little?”
She wiggled her butt back and forth, more playful than sensual this time. “You’ll see.”
His hand moved between her legs. Ellie widened her stance to give him better access, and he took full advantage, sliding a finger on either side of her clit. She shifted back, more instinct than intent. Wanting more. Needing more.
When he dipped those two fingers inside, she clenched around him. It had only been a couple of days, but her desire bordered on desperate. She tried to convey that with her body instead of words, rocking against him with purpose. He turned his hand left, then right. Massaging her from the inside.
“You are wet,” he said without stopping his slow exploration.
“Yep,” she managed.
His fingers slid away, and Ellie braced herself for what was to come. When the tip of his cock pressed against her opening, it took every drop of restraint she had to wait. Jack made it worth her while.
He pushed the head in. Ellie groaned. He slid in further, stroking her G-spot along the way. She gasped. He pulled out and thrust in deeper. Again. Deeper. Again. Inch by glorious inch.
Before long, he’d filled her completely. The base of the cock and the warm leather of the harness pressed against her each time. And when Jack pulled back, he pulled out almost entirely. The length of him was perfection. The rhythm hypnotic.
When Jack’s hands grasped her hips, she let out a hum of pleasure. He used his hold to guide their bodies—together, apart, together, apart. Over and over.
God, she loved being taken like this. She dug her fingers into the mattress and pumped her hips back to meet him. Each thrust stroked all the right spots, and it was a struggle to keep her knees from buckling.
When the orgasm began to build, she let it. “I’m close,” she said, thinking it only right to give him fair warning. “So fucking close.”
He groaned. “I’ve got you, baby. Come for me.”
Whether it was the endearment or the demand, she couldn’t be sure.
But his words sent her tumbling over the edge.
The orgasm crashed over her in waves. His own body bucked, and she knew he was tumbling with her.
She rode it, rode him, until her legs gave out and she collapsed onto the bed.
Even then he stayed with her, half lying and half braced over her. His cock stayed buried deep.
“Fucking fuck,” she said, though her words got somewhat lost in the mattress.
“Uh-huh,” Jack mumbled into her hair. “You okay?”
“So good.”
“Does that mean you’re done?” he asked, easing out of her and taking a step back.
Ellie pushed herself upright and turned. She pointed to the cock. “With that? For now. But otherwise no.”
He gave her a quizzical expression but worked at the buckles and shed the harness. He stood there, wide stance and hands on his hips. Sexy as fuck but like he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.
“You should sit.” Ellie angled her head toward the bed. “Make yourself comfortable.”
He did, but his eyes remained wary. Ellie sashayed over and kneeled in front of him, resting her hands on the tops of his thighs. Understanding dawned, and Jack’s lips parted.
“Is this okay?”
He merely nodded.
Ellie leaned forward, looking up at Jack through her lashes. She wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked gently. Jack groaned, and his eyes drifted closed. Ellie allowed hers to do the same. She worked him slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip and bobbing her head as she sucked.
Jack’s hands returned to her hair. He fisted them but didn’t pull. He guided her, but gently. She could tell he was holding back, holding firm to his awareness of her and not wanting to be too rough.
Ellie wanted him rough, wanted him to let go.
To trust that she could handle herself and wouldn’t be sorry to feel a little used.
She increased her speed and dug her fingers into his quad muscles, trying to communicate that but unwilling to break contact long enough for words.
It seemed to work because his grip on her hair tightened, and he pushed into her with more force.
Ellie ate it up, feeling completely powerful and utterly at Jack’s mercy at the same time. He came in a torrent of swear words, his whole body going rigid with it. She ate that up, too.
Jack flopped back onto the bed. Ellie sat on her heels and smiled. “Thank you.”
“Not fair,” he said, breathing heavy.
“No?” Ellie stood and batted her lashes.
Jack propped on his elbows. “Not unless you let me reciprocate.”
Oh, that’s how it was going to be. “I wouldn’t want to deny you. I know fairness is important to you.”
He pushed himself the rest of the way up and stood so that they were face-to-face. “So important.”
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
Instead of saying anything, Jack grabbed her and all but tossed her onto the bed. He slid a hand under each knee and spread her legs, settling his torso between them. “Something like this.”
Before Ellie could speak, Jack’s tongue slipped into her. She arched, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation and yet wanting more. Needing more.
She couldn’t quite manage words, but Jack didn’t seem to need them. In fact, he seemed to know exactly what would drive her to the edge and send her careening over. And that’s exactly what he did.
When the world finally stopped spinning, Ellie sucked in all the oxygen her lungs would hold and flung an arm over her head. She blew it out slowly and dropped her head to the side to look Jack in the eye. “That was amazing.”
“I’m glad you approve,” he said with the most perfect lopsided grin.
“Understatement.”
“I feel like I should say thank you, since that’s what you said to me.”
“You’re welcome.” She laughed. “Reciprocation is the best.”