Chapter 22
JACK
‘This is a one-time thing,’ she rasps, her back hitting the just-closed front door.
‘Agreed.’ The word falls against her lips, chased by my mouth.
‘We’re just finishing… what we… started.’
My thumb runs over her clothed nipple, her body curving into my hand.
I’ve been dying to touch these for so long.
They’re perfectly sized – a handful. Any more is wasteful.
I want them in my mouth. I pull her top off and, swelling over the rim of a lacy pink bra, they look even better than I imagined.
I scoop her into a fireman’s carry and make for my bedroom before my resolve crumbles and I fuck her on the living room floor.
But to remind her I’m not a total gent, I dump her unceremoniously on the bed.
As I tug my shirt off, small fingers begin pawing at the rim of my sweats.
I reach to stop her but she smacks me away.
‘It’s your turn this time,’ she whispers, looking up at me with doe eyes. I note her repeated use of the word ‘turn’. Sex isn’t about turns, like we’re sharing a Magic 8 Ball.
Me going first isn’t how I usually like to play things, but who am I to deny her?
My trousers fall to my feet and my boner’s already standing to attention.
She’s breathing on it through my boxers, and it’s almost too much.
With the tips of her fingers, she strokes down its length.
I can feel the sensation all the way to my toes.
‘Does that feel good?’ she asks, sliding to her knees on the floor.
This sight alone is a masterpiece. I’m about to answer when a whisper of nails drag up and down. My mouth’s robbed of speech, and I settle for balling my hands into fists at my sides.
She inches my boxers down slowly and my dick springs free. She sucks in a breath at the sight of it and oh my god she’s doing everything right. I’ve never been more turned on as I watch her little pink tongue slip free and lick the very tip.
‘How about this?’ she says softly.
Before I can think about replying, she’s taken me in her mouth.
I rest my hands on her head and feel her try and open up her throat to greedily fit as much of me as she can.
She anchors the base of my dick as she alternates between sucking fast and slow, tender and savage.
Shitting hell, she’s a fucking animal, devouring me like I’m her last meal.
Everything in my body is molten as I hit the back of her throat again and again.
Could she not be bad at something? Lazy head, sloppy hand job – a little flaw to stop me pre-coming like I’m thirteen and have just discovered Babestation. It’s not fair. I’m not strong enough for this. My eyeline sticks to a shadow on the ceiling. I’m hanging on for dear life.
Then she squeezes my balls.
Fuck.
No.
Can’t.
Ahh.
I hook a hand under each arm and fling her on the bed. I’ve thought about this in detail for way too long, and it turns out my imagination isn’t a patch on the real thing. I seriously need to pace myself.
This short reprieve is exactly what I need.
Before she can say anything, I’m tearing away her skirt and thong (it matches her bra.
And it’s lacy too). This right here is my favourite sight of them all, and I sit back on my feet to drink her in.
Normally so put-together, clean-cut, perfect – but now?
Her lips are swollen from sucking my cock, finger-swept hair framing her face, arousal brightening her gorgeous blue eyes.
I love that I made her so wild. It tugs at something carnal inside me.
‘It’s your turn,’ I say, caging her naked body below mine. Her nipples brush me with the rise and fall of her chest.
‘I had my turn in Italy.’
‘That’s not how this works.’ I kiss her and she burrows her fingers in my hair. Her nails scratch my skin and drag across the top of my neck, giving me goosebumps all over.
Before I get hooked, I start my descent. If this was a long-term thing, I could spend days exploring her incredible body. The sensitive parts, the ticklish parts, the unloved parts, the parts no one but me gets to see. As it happens, my course has to be pretty targeted.
‘But—’ she starts.
‘It’s always your turn,’ I say against her nipple, and suck hard.
She lets out a strangled yelp and I lick my way to the other one, rolling it on my tongue.
‘That... doesn’t sound… fair.’ The groan that follows will soundtrack my showers for eternity.
‘Sure it is,’ I tell her stomach and lick the centre. Why does her skin taste so good? Some girly magic. A body butter or some shit.
‘I—’
Enough talking. I flick my tongue over her clit and she almost takes off. I chuckle against her.
‘Not funny,’ she pants.
Oh it is. I lick for real this time, trailing a path from bottom to top that has her throwing her head back in a delicious moan.
God she tastes so sweet. Her pussy’s smooth like butter – it’s just asking to be eaten.
I go again before turning my attention to her clit.
Her hips roll in time with me. I could do this all day.
I dip my tongue inside her and her whole body tenses.
She sits up, making me jump. ‘Do you have a condom?’ she asks, breath ragged.
Why’s she rushing this? I put a hand on her stomach and guide her back down. ‘I’m not done yet.’
‘But—’
I come up beside her and slip my hand between us. If she doesn’t want me down there for long that’s fine, I can flex. ‘I said, I’m not,’ I ease two fingers inside her and savour her muscles contracting, ‘done.’
She arches off the bed. I follow every infinitesimal change in her face as I start to move my fingers.
Her eyes close, her lips part, her breath quickens.
She looks so fucking beautiful. Totally pliant beneath my fingers.
She may have liked getting head, but she likes this more.
I store that knowledge away. I don’t know why.
When she’s sufficiently loose and no longer stuck in her head: ‘Now,’ I lick her neck, ‘we can get a condom.’
Her delirious expression’s downright indecent as I leave her and lean over to my bedside drawer. When I look back, she’s on all fours. That won’t do at all.
‘Lie on your back,’ I order.
She bats her eyelashes at me over her shoulder. ‘You don’t like this view?’
‘I never said that.’
With the condom on, I knock her thighs so she flops flat on the bed before spinning her over. She lets out a flushed laugh, eyes bright and expectant. She likes a little dominance, huh? I store that away too.
I want to play it cool but I can’t help myself. My hands run appreciatively along the smooth plane of her torso. ‘You’re fucking fit, you know that?’
She bites her bottom lip but says nothing. Her legs are open, and it would be nothing to stick my face back there one last time, but she wants sex. I couldn’t do half the things I wanted to. Maybe I can try again in the morning. It still counts as once, right? Technically it’s one sleepover.
‘Tell me how much you want it,’ I whisper, pausing at her opening.
She’s wriggling, impatient. ‘Just put it in.’
Not a fan of dirty talk? Fascinating. Or is it delayed gratification she doesn’t like? How I want to tease her out, learn what she likes, what she wants to try. Be the one to make it all happen. I push that disturbing thought away.
‘Not until you tell me,’ I press, rubbing myself up and down her clit. ‘I could do this all night.’
‘I want it,’ she says through an in-breath, struggling to stay level.
‘How much?’
‘So much. Bloody hell, Jack, stop teasing and put it in.’
Wow, romance really is dead. ‘Your wish is my command.’
As I line up, her hand touches my arm. ‘Slowly. You’re kind of… big.’
Was that a compliment? From Minnie Roberts? My chuckle’s hoarse. ‘Got it.’ She can take it. I know she can.
I sink inside and holy fucking hell she’s tight. If I thought I was on the edge before, I’m now over the precipice, clinging on by one hand. She keeps taking me, little by little, until I’m fully seated.
‘You ok?’ I breathe.
She answers with a breathy moan as she grinds onto me. I’ll take that as a yes. Her breathing catches when I start moving, and I cover her lips with mine. It feels unbelievable to finally be filling her.
She palms my chest and I pull back. She wants to ride me, and even though we’ve barely started, I can flex on that too. I like Bossy Minnie. Bossy Minnie can come out to play whenever she likes.
Her hands grip the headboard as she rocks back and forth on my dick. A small voice in my head wants her to lean on me, use me for support, touch me anywhere, but I silence it – let her do her thing. Her panting sharpens when I play with her nipples and squeeze them between my fingers.
She swivels to reverse cowgirl and kicks things up a notch.
Hands anchored on the bed between my legs, she starts twerking, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away even if my flat was on fire.
That perfect peach is shaking for my eyes alone.
I fist it with both hands and drive her faster from underneath.
Her arse feels so good in my fingers. Firm enough to be flawlessly round, but loose enough to spill from my hands.
Time for a change of pace. I sit up so my chest meets her back, and move beneath her gently, deliberately. She rolls her head against my shoulder and groans like a pornstar. My hand roams her tits while the other rubs her pussy. My lips find her collarbone, her neck, her jaw.
‘I want you to come like this,’ she gasps.
Like this? I can’t even see her. ‘You want me to come, baby?’
‘Uh huh.’
‘Then you need to come too.’
She says nothing, probably because of what I’m doing to her clit.