Chapter 20 Just One Night #2
“I want to learn every sound you make,” he breathed into my skin as he moved down my chest, kissing and licking. He slid his other hand under me, unclasping my bra, and continued his assault on my breasts unobstructed. His hot mouth felt like heaven on my sensitive flesh.
I arched under him, offering more of myself, and keened in pleasure.
It had been almost a year since a man last touched me like this.
I pushed that underwhelming memory out of my mind as quickly as it had slipped in.
I wanted to focus on Jack and how good he was making me feel.
We only had one night. I needed to maximize the opportunity he was giving me.
Being with him like this was a bad idea. I would have to see him tomorrow and the next day and the next. But as he sucked the hard bud of my nipple into his mouth, I decided that was a problem for tomorrow.
He slid a broad hand down the outside of my thigh, hooking under my knee and spreading me wide to make more space for himself between my legs. I mirrored the movement with my other leg. He paused again with his hand pressing into my inner thigh just above my knee. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay.”
“You’ll tell me to stop if you don’t like something?”
“I can’t imagine you doing something I wouldn’t like.”
He huffed a laugh, his warm breath puffing against my sternum, and ran his hand further up my leg until he reached the apex of my thighs. He pressed the pad of his thumb into the thin fabric of my panties, finding my clit immediately.
I gasped, and my hips bucked. “See,” I said, breathless. “You’re doing great. I’ll be coming in minutes.”
“Hmm,” he mused, trailing his thumb up and down my slit, feeling the dampness of my panties. “That does have some appeal, but I think I’d rather take my time. Draw this out.” He pressed his thumb against my clit again, and I whimpered.
“Or,” I countered, “we can go fast now, and then slow later. How’s that for a plan?”
He hummed as he pressed a kiss to my stomach, seeming to consider. He was traveling slowly down my body leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
“That… is an interesting proposal.”
“It’s not a school night. We can stay up late. Sleep in tomorrow.”
He pressed a kiss to my navel and then to my pelvis just above the top of my panties. Then, he looked up and met my eyes with his own molten gaze.
“That’s a very convincing argument, Princess.”
I smirked. “I have good ideas from time to time.”
“Is that what you think?”
“Of course,” I replied flippantly. “You don’t agree?”
“No,” he said as he pulled my underwear to the side, exposing my pussy, swollen and wet for him. “I think you’re a bad influence.” Then he dipped his head and ran his tongue up the full length of my sex.
I threw my head back and gasped as he repeated a second pass and began circling his tongue lightly around the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex.
I thought I heard him murmur something to himself but I couldn’t make out words, just the deep rumble of his voice over my sensitized flesh. An orgasm was building, but his delicate treatment was going to drive me crazy with need before I stood a chance of coming.
At the risk of further proving his point about me being a bad influence, I slid my hands into his hair and attempted to grind my hips up to get a little more friction.
This backfired as he pulled back and smirked up at me. “I always knew you were entitled.”
I scoffed and sat up on my elbows so I could look at him. “Entitled?”
He squeezed my inner thighs. “And demanding,” he added.
“Demanding?” I repeated, with a mix of confusion and incredulity.
Jack nodded and sat back on his knees between my spread thighs so he was once again looking down on me.
“And beautiful.” He grasped my panties at the sides of my hips and began drawing them slowly down my legs as he continued speaking. “Fierce… willful… brilliant… sexy…”
I was glad he couldn’t see me blushing in the dim light. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt like a partner saw me—not just the rich girl or the party girl or the Burke legacy. Maybe it had never really happened. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special,” I whispered.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t already know.” He threw the panties to the side once they were free of my feet, and then he removed his own briefs, freeing his erection.
I stared, entranced, as he knelt over me stroking his length. He released himself and leaned forward with a hand on either side of my head and lowered his mouth to mine again. His hard length pressed against my stomach between us, searing into my flesh.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he murmured.
“Absolutely,” I said, pulling my knees up so they brushed along his sides, my hips open wide for him. He had to know. He must be able to see how much I ached for this. For him.
Without another word, Jack lowered his hips and notched the head of his cock at my entrance. I tilted my hips up, reveling in the intense stretch as he pressed into me. My fingers dug into his shoulders, but I tried to relax the rest of my body, welcoming him.
When he was fully sheathed in me, Jack paused, and we both released heavy breaths. The stretch, the fullness—it was divine. My head spun. It had been so long since I had been with a man, and much longer since I had been with one that stimulated me intellectually as well as physically.
“Is this okay?” There was tension across his handsome face and a thin sheen of perspiration. His muscles quaked with effort for him to stay still.
I smiled and pulled his mouth to mine again. “Much better than okay,” I said before kissing him.
With our lips pressed together, we began to move, rocking our hips together until we found a rhythm, and then sinking into it. Our breaths were heavy and labored, and I hoped that the suspense would last as we drew out the sensations.
The fullness was delicious.
The friction was overwhelming.
Pleasure built deep in my core, but remained out of reach. I needed to take control. Maybe he was right about me being entitled.
“My turn,” I said, rolling us over so that I sat on top of Jack’s hips, my hands braced against his chest.
“Anything you want, Princess.” I could hear the smile more than see it.
He felt much deeper in this position, and I was able to rock back and forth, grinding my clit against his pelvis even as I continued to slide up and down his length. His hands had a firm grip on my hips, but he let me lead, riding his thick cock to find my climax.
Murmured words of encouragement and praise swirled through my brain. My eyes fluttered closed as I succumbed to the sensations.
His voice, his hands, his body—he was everything.
I finally broke in a shuddering orgasm, blasts of electric pleasure shooting through my nerves to every inch of my body. I fell forward, catching myself on his chest. His arms moved up to circle me, and we held each other close until I caught my breath.
I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, slack jawed in the dim light. I was suddenly self-conscious. Was he upset with me for taking control?
“Jack, I—”
He groaned and squeezed me tight against his chest, damp with sweat.
He had asked me to call him Jack before, and I had been happy to do it as our relationship evolved.
Using his name somehow seemed more intimate than what we had just done—never mind the fact that I was still impaled on a very rigid shaft.
“Can you do me a favor?” he asked.
“Anything,” I agreed.
“Next time you come, I want to hear you screaming it.”
I bit my lip to hide my smirk. My hips rocked, sliding my wet heat along his length, testing to see if I was too sensitive for another round.
I was ready.
“I can probably manage that,” I said.
“How many times have I told you not to bite your lip?”
A grin spread across my face. “What are you going to do about it?”
“This.”
Suddenly, I was on my back again, and he was leaning over me, kissing me fiercely and tugging my lip between his own teeth.
I grabbed onto his shoulders and wrapped a leg over his thigh as he began thrusting at a demanding pace. It was all I could do to hold on as he slammed his hips into mine again and again, the most delicious punishment.
He grabbed me behind the knee and titled my hips forward, deepening the angle of penetration. I saw stars as he hit my G-spot.
“Jack, yes! Right there!”
“That’s right, Princess, come again. Come for me,” he demanded, not faltering his merciless rhythm.
It didn’t take more than a few minutes of this fierce, relentless treatment, and I was coming again, calling his name just like he wanted. Somehow, he managed to hold on through my bucking and shaking and found his own release after a few more powerful thrusts.
Panting for breath, he rolled off of me onto his back, but he pulled me tight against his side as though he wasn’t ready to part from me.
I spooned against his firm body, my head nestled into the curve of his shoulder and my hand splayed across his chest. My fingers brushed through a thin patch of hair between his pecs that I hadn’t noticed before.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close while we both caught our breath. His scent filled my nose as I sighed into him.
A comfortable silence filled the room. I was content to stay in his arms as long as he would let me, so I didn’t make any moves. We only agreed to one night.