Chapter 35
She didn’t have to tell him twice. Jack bent at the waist and picked her up in his arms, taking her to the closest bedroom and flipping on the light.
It didn’t matter they still had things to work out and that he needed information from her.
She was alive and wanted him to make her forget.
That was his new mission, and he gladly accepted it.
She was willing to trust him, at least with her body for now.
He wouldn’t rest until he had her heart because she damn well had his.
At first, he hadn’t been sure. It was just a funny feeling he got when he was with her. Like butterflies trapped in his stomach when Andrea gave him a certain look or smile. It grew from there like a virus, spreading throughout his limbs until she became all-consuming.
It explained why the thought of torturing information out of her was abhorrent to him. Or the fact he delayed completing his mission and instead just enjoyed time with her.
Even now, he should be giving her space to process all she had learned and mourn her sister, but he couldn’t make himself leave her. Especially not after she told him she wanted him. It may only be a physical reaction to her near-death experience, but he wasn’t going to question it.
He planned to show her in the only way he knew how to show her his affection, with his body. He was glad he’d had the foresight to make sure both beds were made. He didn’t want a rushed fuck up against a wall or on the couch.
Jack set her down on her feet and quickly stripped her of her clothes. He loved seeing her in his clothes, but he loved her even more naked.
Andrea didn’t say a word, just lifted her arms as the hoodie and shirt came over her head and used his shoulders as support when he pushed her sweats down. He could only stare at her beautiful naked body underneath.
If he had known that while they’d been having a conversation only a moment ago that she was sans underwear and bra, he never would have been able to focus.
“You didn’t give me underwear, or a bra, and I didn’t want to put the other pair back on.” Andrea seemed to feel the need to fill in the silence as he continued staring at her.
“I didn’t think about it. I don’t have feminine clothing. Tomorrow, we’ll get you some stuff, or I can go to your house and collect anything you might need.”
“Okay.” A shadow crossed her face. Jack didn’t want her thinking about those things now. Now was the time for pleasure.
He stepped closer and took her lips in a claiming kiss, pouring everything he was feeling for her into it. His tongue darted out and licked along the seam of her lips. She opened easily for him, and he dove in.
Andrea groaned against his mouth, her hands coming around and stroking through his hair as she pressed her naked chest against his front. He wished he could feel her pert nipples against his chest without the hindrance of his shirt.
An oversight he planned to rectify immediately.
Jack backed Andrea up to the foot of the bed. He planned to overload her with so much pleasure she wouldn’t even be able to remember her name when he was done with her.
He left her mouth and sucked on the column of her neck. Andrea’s head fell back, granting him greater access. His hands travelled down and cupped her heavy breasts, his thumb swiping over a sensitive nipple.
“Jack,” Andrea husked.
His cock pulsed at hearing her say his name. His real name. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream it as he pounded into her. It strained against the front of his jeans to get to her. He gritted his teeth as it pressed painfully against the zipper.
Not yet. She needed at least one or two orgasms before he freed himself from his denim cage.
Jack bent over so his mouth could take over for his fingers as they dropped between her legs. Andrea spread her legs as his fingers glided over her seam before plunging two digits inside, instantly coated in her juices.
She’d never been so wet for him. Andrea was practically gushing. He pumped his fingers inside of her, encouraged by Andrea’s panting and her claws digging into his scalp as she rocked into his hand. His free hand kneaded her right breast as he alternated nips and suckling on her breasts.
Jack curled his fingers, finding her hidden spot. “Yes,” Andrea screeched, throwing her head back as she convulsed around his fingers.
His fingers stroked inside of her until her crises abated. Only then did he remove his fingers and release her nipple to lick his fingers clean.
Andrea stared down at him, her eyes gleaming with lust and her mouth hanging open as her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch her breath. Jack rose to his full height and took her mouth in a drugging kiss. His hands gripping the back of her head so she couldn’t escape him.
Not that she tried. She returned his kiss with one of her own, just as voracious as her hands pressed between them and reached for his pants.
Jack snatched them before they could meet their goal.
Andrea reared back, a look of puzzlement on her face. “Why not?”
“Because if you touch me, I’ll be buried inside of you in seconds, and I want to make this perfect for you. I want you to forget your own name by the time I’m done.”
“You already do,” she assured him.
“You’re still talking, so not yet.” He smirked, kissing her.
Jack leaned over her, forcing her to bend backward until her knees hit the back of the mattress, and she sat down. She looked up at him, a look of pure lust in her eyes. Andrea knew what was coming next.
Jack dropped to his knees between her splayed legs.
She rested on her elbows, watching him like a hawk.
While maintaining eye contact, Jack lifted first her left foot, draping it over his shoulder, and then her right, opening her wide.
His hands stroked up and down her smooth tan legs from ankle to knee and back down.
“Jack, please…”
“Please what?” His kissed her ankle and rocked forward to nip on the inside of her thigh.
“I ache,” she panted.
“I’ll ease it.” He kissed up along the inside of her thigh and stared at her center. Her pink pussy lips glistened with her juices.
With the flat of his tongue, he swiped up from ass to clit, lapping up all of her juices. Licking her like a melting ice cream on a hot day. Her knees shook, threatening to clamp around his head. Jack wedged his shoulders closer as he continued to lick her seam and swirl around her clit.
She tasted like pure ambrosia, and he was addicted.
He thrust two fingers inside her tight passage and worked her in tandem.
Her legs started to shake and close around his shoulders.
She was close. He curled his fingers, and she went off like a rocket, bellowing as she climaxed.
More juices coated his fingers, and he licked everything until she was clean.
Jack stood up to his full height, staring down at Andrea. She lay on the edge of the bed like a broken rag doll. Her eyes closed, her hair in disarray. He loved seeing her like that. Knowing he had done that to her.
“Don’t tell me your done, baby girl.”
Her eyes fluttered open, the banked fire in their depths lit with rekindled interest. She sat up, keeping her gaze on him as she gripped the front of his jeans and pulled him forward. Her fingers clawed at his jeans to free him.
Jack didn’t try to stop her this time. His cock ached to sink into her. He groaned in relief when the pressure to keep him inside his pants was eased, and his jeans and boxer briefs were pulled down to mid-thigh.
His cock bobbed for a second until her slim fingers wrapped around him. “Now it’s your turn,” Andrea husked before she leaned forward with her mouth open and swallowed his length.
“Fuck,” he hissed, feeling her hot mouth wrap around his cock. Only half of it fit in her mouth; her hands had to cover the rest of his length.
She pulled back until only the tip rested at her lips, and she licked the crown like it was her favorite sweet she was trying to lick all the flavor from before sinking back down.
Her hands rotated, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach.
She did that for several minutes. Jack rested his hand on the back of her head.
Not to guide her but only to touch her. He would never force a lover to deep throat him.
“Enough,” he growled, stepping back when she reached for his balls. He already felt close to coming, and while he was all for coming in her mouth and watching her swallow him down, he’d rather be inside her when he came.
Andrea licked her lips, and he nearly stepped forward again to sink back into the recesses of her mouth. She had a sweet mouth with a wicked tongue.
He shed his clothing quickly as Andrea scooted toward the middle of the bed. He climbed on top of her, her legs instantly wrapping around him, cradling him to her. His cock dragged against her sex, and Jack froze when he realized something. “Shit.”
“What? What is it?” Andrea asked, looking around in alarm as if they had stopped because of danger and not another reason.
“I don’t have protection.” He hadn’t planned on a seduction here, so he’d never stashed condoms, and he hadn’t taken a bag with him when he’d driven after Andrea.
Andrea pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, looking off in thought.
“I’ll take care of myself, baby.” Jack started to crawl backward, but Andrea’s thighs clamped around him.
“Don’t leave me.”
“I can beat off and come on your stomach.”
“No, I need you inside.” Her hands latched behind his head, holding him immobile. He could break free if he wanted to, but he didn’t. He wanted nothing more than to stay where he was.
His heart stuttered at what she was saying. Take her bareback? “I’ve never taken—done bareback,” he corrected; now wasn’t the time to be talking about previous lovers. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself and pull out in time.”
“I trust you.” She nodded, a soft smile on her face.
He could see the trust in her eyes. He didn’t know if that meant she had forgiven him, but she was pretty damn close.
He kissed her softly, tenderly, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. She was to him. Nothing mattered more to him than her. Not even his career. If she asked, he’d give up his job—he would. If she wanted to remain in Florida, he’d stay. Only she mattered now.
He had never thought about settling down and having a family before, but now he’d found someone he wanted to share his life with. He wanted to watch her belly swell with his child. These thoughts had his cock pulsing.
He needed to slow down. They had only just met, and he’d dumped a lot on her over the past hour. He needed to take things slowly before he told her he loved her and wanted to be with her.
“Thank you,” he whispered as he reached between them to align himself with her opening.
“I’d say the pleasure is about to be all mine.”
Jack thrusted forward, his cock sinking to balls deep in one thrust. Two orgasms had loosened her up, and her juices eased the path.
Everything felt more heightened without a condom. He could feel everything now. When her sex rippled around him. Gliding along her walls and hitting spots that had her groaning. Fuck, he could get used to this. No, best not.
Jack pushed up on his hands, titling his hips for a deeper angle, and picked up his pace. Andrea clung to him as he shook the bed with his thrusts. She shuddered in his arms, nearly dragging him with her when he felt her coming.
“One more,” he grunted, more to himself than to her.
Jack flipped them over, allowing Andrea to take control. She didn’t even balk at the change of position. Just widened her thighs and braced her hands on his chest as she rode him like a cowgirl.
He wasn’t sure if he could last the seven seconds. Already his balls tingled, signaling that his climax was approaching fast.
Jack swiped his thumb over her clit with firm pressure as he lifted his hips, driving deeper inside of her. Andrea’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and he felt her Kegels flex. She was close.
Just as close as he was. It was now a race to see who would come first. He just hoped it was her. Sweat dotted his forehead. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hold his climax at bay for just a moment longer. His abs strained from the workout of lifting his hips.
He didn’t think he was going to make it. He closed his eyes and groaned as he felt his balls boil; at the last second, he remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom and lifted her enough to pull free as ropes of semen shot from the tip, painting her stomach.
To make up for his lack of restraint, he kept rubbing her clit until she came. Andrea screamed his name as her body shook, and she collapsed on his chest, uncaring of the mess he’d left on her.
“I’m sorry,” he panted, trying to catch his breath.
“For what?” Her voice was far off, distant, as if she were already half passed out.
“The mess. I also almost came inside.” It had been close. If he hadn’t remembered at the last second, there would be real concern for a possible Jr. A possibility he hadn’t really considered before.
She rolled to her side, still tucked up next to him, leaving a smeared trail behind. “That is a downside to no condoms.”
Jack rose from the bed, almost stumbling as the blood from his brain was still returning from his cock, and made his way to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth for Andrea to clean up with.
He collapsed back on the bed. Andrea snuggled up to him, one arm tucked under her chin and the other wrapped around his middle.
Jack tucked his arm under her neck and kissed her temple as his other hand rested on top of hers.
He still had questions for her, but sleep started to pull him under, and Andrea went limp in his arms. After they napped, he would get answers, and then he would figure out their next move.