Chapter 19
Maisie
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I want is for Jack to keep touching me. When he kissed me in the kitchen, shock tore through my every nerve ending. But then that kiss ignited something. And now, if he doesn’t finish what he started, I may very well scream.
“Touch me, Jack. I need you!” I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him back to whisper in his ear. “I need you to fuck me, please.”
Jack growls. “Oh, sweet, sweet Maisie. You’re mine now.”
His hands slide up my thighs to the waistband of my leggings, and he rips them down. Hooking my knees, he shoves them up, baring my silk-covered pussy. Jack moans before burying his face between my legs, licking over the silver material of my bodysuit. I may not be a virgin, but in all my twenty-four years, I have never had anything happen to me that was as hot as what Jack is doing right now. He licks and sucks at me. My hips arch as I rub myself against his face.
I hear a noise and can’t figure out what it is until I realize the little keens and moans are coming from my own mouth. “Jack, please, I’m so close.”
He loops a finger into the suit, pulls the fabric to the side, and slides that finger into my entrance. My muscles clench around him. With a single crook, he rubs over my spongy bundle of nerves, and my upper body jerks off the bed. I come hard and fast, soaking the sheets under me. Jack laps at my pussy with long, broad strokes of his tongue that keep me twitching. Then he shoves my dress up and pulls it over my head.
When he sees the full extent of the bodysuit, he groans a bit more. “Did you buy that today?”
I nod, and Jack catches the zipper on the side, pulling it down with his teeth before removing the garment. I slide my hands along his chest, marveling at the trail of warm skin until I reach his belt. I fumble, trying to open it, and Jack reaches down to assist me. He kicks off the rest of his clothes and stands at the edge of the bed, staring at me. Even though we’re both naked, I can feel a blush start to stain my cheeks.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” His tone is reverent, and I bite my lip at the compliment.
“You’re not so bad yourself, hot stuff.”
Jack barks out a laugh before crawling toward me on the bed. I scramble back until I’m propped on the pillows against the headboard, with Jack kneeling between my legs and staring at me like I’m Rocky Road ice cream, and all he needs is a spoon.
Grabbing my ankles, he jerks me flat onto the bed, covering my body with his. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
Once again, all I can do is nod. I’m so ready for him. I’m borderline desperate, and that desperation bleeds through my garbled, “Please.”
Jack hikes my legs up over his hips and notches himself at my entrance, slowly sinking forward. Sliding in an inch at a time, both of us panting and moaning at the sensation.
“Jack,” I call out, my voice almost a scream.
“Maisie!” His breathing is ragged, and I see the strain on his face, as if he’s trying to hold back and let me adjust. But I don’t want that. I want all of him, and I want it now.
“Jack, fuck me like you mean it.”
His eyes meet mine, and something he sees there must convince him. Because he grins, sliding back before he rams inside me again.
“Fuccccckkkkk,” we both groan in tandem.
“Yes, please, fuck me like that!” I’m not above begging. And, thankfully, Jack is in a giving mood based on his punishing pace as he slams in and out of me.
“God, you feel amazing. Fuck. Princess.”
My legs twitch as the head of his cock brushes over that spot again and again. His eyes never leave mine as he licks his thumb before sliding his hand down and finding that bundle of nerves. It takes only a few swipes before I fall apart for a second time.
“Jack!”
He waits for me to fall over the edge first. Then his body tenses as he fills me. Jack collapses on top of me with a groan, his body blanketing mine. He presses a kiss to my temple and rolls over before pulling me to his chest. I snuggle against him, willing my heart rate to slow down. We lie here in a comfortable silence until a shiver racks my body.
Jack pushes up and pulls a blanket over us. “Are you okay?”
His concern is endearing, and I nod. I feel the pleased rumble echo through his chest. My eyes get heavy and I fall asleep with the smell of cherries and cedar in my nose and Jack’s hand on my waist.
***
The morning sun wakes me, and I blink in confusion, looking around an unfamiliar room. The first thing I notice is the heavy arm around my waist, and memories of the night slowly return to me. Jack woke me up twice after that first time and each experience was better than the last. I stretch my deliciously sore body, then roll over to face a sleeping Jack. In the morning light, he looks younger and less stressed.
What does Jack Foster dream about? Could he be dreaming about me?
Sliding up onto my knees, I sling a leg over and straddle his lap. The feel of his morning wood against my center makes me throw my head back and moan.
“Now that is how to wake a man up.” Jack’s voice is rough with sleep. I rub myself against him, teasing him against my entrance before moving away. “Maisie. Don’t tease.”
I grin down at him, and he reaches up and pinches my nipples. I moan, my head falls back, and I feel my hair brushing my ass and his legs. Two rough hands grab my hips as Jack repositions me and slams upward.
“Jack!” I cry out, jolting against him.
“You thought you would wake me up from dreams of your sweet pussy and then deny me? Oh no, sweet, sweet Maisie, this pussy is mine, and I’ll take it whenever I want. Isn’t that right, darling?”
The punishing pace addles my brain, and I can only nod in response before rasping out a weak, “Please.”
Jack chuckles. “Please what , Maisie? Please… this ?” He licks his thumb before swirling it around my clit, causing my legs to jerk around his hips. “Is that what you want, Maisie? You want to come?”
I nod, and his hand stills.
“Well, naughty girls don’t get to come just yet.”
I shriek as Jack rolls us over, sliding out of me.
“On your knees, ass up, now.” He smacks my ass when I don’t move fast enough.
As soon as I’m in position, he slams into me, grabbing a handful of my hair to help pull me back against him. Jack follows me over the edge of pleasure, coming in long spurts, splashing warmth into the center of my body. It’s absolutely delicious.
“Maisie. Fuck. Princess. This pussy could drive a man insane.” His tone is primal. It’s possessive, and I feel another shudder rack through my body. “C’mon.” Jack rolls away, and I stare after him, ogling his ass. “Let’s see about a shower. We still have to meet Marcus and Alexandra for breakfast.”
I follow Jack into his en suite. Once the water temperature is set and the room fills with steam, Jack pulls me into the glass stall, backing me up against the cold tiles. Popping open the top of his bodywash, he drizzles the cool gel over my chest before capping the bottle again. He cups my breasts, massaging the soap into my skin while tugging and pinching on my nipples. It feels like there’s a direct line between my chest and my clit, which pulses in time with his movements.
Jack snags a nipple between two fingers. At the same time, his other soapy hand slips down my body before settling between my legs. He then slides two fingers into my sheath, using his thumb to apply pressure to my clit. I can feel his cock hardening against my stomach as he continues his lazy assault on my senses. After every tug on my nipple, he presses harder against my clit, his fingers sliding in and out at a slow pace.
“Jack,” I pant. I feel like I may die if he stops, but I may also die if he doesn’t speed things up.
“Maisie.” His tone is light and teasing but tinged with heat. His pupils are so dilated there’s only a tiny ring of color. Jack removes his hand from my nipples and starts to stroke his cock in time with the fingers in my pussy. “You want this cock, Maisie?”
He strokes from root to tip, and I can’t take my eyes away. He’s so long and thick and delicious that I find myself nodding. Suddenly, Jack takes a step back, and I instantly feel bereft. He rinses off and quickly closes the distance again.
“You want this cock, then get on your knees and show me how much.” His voice is velvet over steel, and my knees shake as I sink to the floor, grateful for a solid surface under my body.
I cup his cock in my hands before sliding back and forth. Leaning forward, I dart out my tongue to lick the head, and Jack’s rough moan fills the small enclosure. I look up at him and see him staring down at me, his eyes blazing. My lashes flutter closed and I open my mouth to take him deeper.
He stops me. “Eyes on me. I want to see every expression on your face as you drain me dry.”
I hold his gaze and slide his thick length as far as I can take it without gagging. Hollowing out my cheeks, I start a slow rhythm that will allow me to take him deeper and deeper until he’s sliding down the back of my throat.
Jack leans over me with his hands on the tile, his breath coming out in hard pants above me. “Jesus. Fuck. Princess, yes, just like that. You look so beautiful with a mouthful of my cock. Show me how much you love it. Suck me deeper. Yes, God, fuck!”
It’s all the warning I get before I feel hot spurts of cum hitting my tongue and the back of my throat. I swallow quickly, not wanting to waste a drop, as Jack shakes and trembles. Then he grabs under my armpits and yanks me up, and my legs automatically go around his waist before he slams into me. How he’s still hard, I don’t know, but all thought is chased from my mind as the head of his cock relentlessly punishes my pussy.
“You just had to do that, didn’t you? You naughty girl. You just had to make me shoot into that perfect mouth. Swallowing it all like the perfect princess you are.”
Jack reaches up and pinches a nipple, tugging it while simultaneously biting my earlobe. “Yes, Princess. Come for me. Come all over this cock.”
That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I come immediately and so hard that I can’t even move. My limbs feel like lead, and I’m almost certain I’ll never be able to walk again.
When I tell Jack as much, he laughs and gently sets me on the built-in bench, washing my hair and body, all before cleaning himself up too. I watch in a haze until he’s done and the water stops. Jack wraps a towel around his waist, then grabs one to wrap around me and carries me back into the bedroom.