Chapter 5
Jay’s room was nicer than mine, and when I pointed this out as he sorted through his toiletry kit, he said, “You’ll be saying here now.”
“There’s that arrogant attitude I know and loathe.”
“Make me repent, darling.” He handed me a strip of condoms. “Check the expiration dates.”
I had to turn on a lamp and lean in close to make out the barely visible dates. Jay kissed my neck and fingered my pussy while I did it. “These are fine,” I said, though I made no move away from the night stand.
“You are a fucking dream,” he said into my nape. His lips brushed over the shell of my ear. I shivered. “How many times can you come before it’s too much?”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted.
“How many times does the boyfriend make you come?”
There was enough misunderstanding between us already and I wouldn’t add more to the list. “That’s over. We ended it.”
“I know,” he said, rocking the heel of his palm against my clit. I pitched forward, my hands braced on the table. “I saw you at the curb yesterday. At the airport.”
“I guess I’m not the only eavesdropper here.”
He shifted against me as he worked his belt open one-handed. “I almost punched him in the mouth for the way he talked to you.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” I said. “He’s not worth screwing up your hand.”
“He was a jackass,” Jay said as his trousers hit the floor. “A fist to the face would’ve helped.”
“Yeah, except you would’ve ended up needing surgery for an MCT injury. Not to mention, he’s an attorney and he’d take great pleasure in suing your ass.”
He gripped my backside, giving it a thorough shake. “This is a very long way of explaining that he never made you come.”
“Let’s not talk about my ex anymore.”
He gave a quick slap to my thigh. “The last I’ll say on the matter.”
I crawled onto the center of the bed, staring back at him as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. This all-fours position was gratuitous, my breasts swaying, my legs planted wide and putting my most intimate places on display.
His gaze seemed to fog over as he curled his fingers around his cock and gave it a good tug. “You’re stunning,” he said. “Absolutely beautiful.”
“You like what you see?”
He worked his cock for another beat before saying, “So much that I fear I’m going to come within five seconds and then you’ll never marry me.”
I went down on one elbow as I reached between my legs to circle my clit. His strangled growl told me he liked the look of that too. “Why do you want to marry me?”
“To feed you pistachio gelato and jerk off on your toes.”
I glanced back at him. His cock jutted up as he stroked, nearly pointing straight at the ceiling. The head was shiny. Wet. “Is that what you like?”
“Not particularly but you might’ve reordered my world view tonight.” Another growl. “Elizabeth, please. Let me give you what you want.”
I responded with a single nod and he tore into the condom. “It’s good for me like this,” I said, still working my clit. “I like the—ohfuck.”
He was inside me with one perfect stroke and I felt it everywhere. Behind my belly button, the base of my skull, in the back of my throat. He was thick and long, and I was so, so ready.
It was incredible, really, the difference that came from letting go of everything I’d once let hold me back.
“This fucking cunt is going to end me,” he said. “Just—if I come too fast, I promise I’ll make it good for you. Just give me that chance, my love.”
He said this but the truth was, I knew it was almost over. I couldn’t stop the chants of more, fuck, my god, fuck, Jay, yes, fuck, fuuuuuuck. Even when I planted my face in the mattress and bit the sheets, I couldn’t stop.
One hand on my hip and the other snarled in my hair, Jay fucked me like I’d never been fucked before.
It was rude and dirty and ripe in a way I’d only imagined sex could be for other people.
It was rough and senseless and indecent—and I kept wanting to catch a glance at us, at his brutal hold on my hip and my body spread wide, wide open for him.
I wanted to watch him unwind me and I wanted to see the same happen for him.
He fucked into me with that baldly arrogant, possessive attitude of his.
He told me he adored my sweet little cunt—which was not the way I’d ever permitted a man to speak to me—and he knew he’d adore my sweet little ass when I let him fuck me there just as much.
He told me I was tight like a fist, I was milking his dick, I was going to make him come so hard, I tasted him on the back of my tongue for days.
And I loved it. I’d never, ever experienced anything like this and yet I wasn’t even mildly uncomfortable with it.
If anything, I wanted more. In the back of my mind, I knew I’d have a good, long think about this later but for now, while his balls slapped my pussy, I was too desperate to reach my release to care about anything more than the way his shaft filled me.
As I’d told him, this position did all the right things for me, and when he reached around me to pinch my clothespin my clit between his fingers, the orgasm hit fast and hard. My knees went out but the arm he had hooked around my waist kept my ass up.
“That’s my beautiful girl.” He went right on hammering into me, didn’t miss a beat. “Can you go for another?”
I hooked a glance over my shoulder. “I thought you had five seconds in you.”
He grinned at me, asking, “Would you like me to stop? Or would you like to sit on my lap and ride like a good cowgirl?”
My core gave a wild clench. I nodded but cut a quick glance to the small bottle of lube he’d left on the nightstand with the other condoms. “Can I have some of that?”
“I’ll never say no to you.”
He shifted back against the pillows and arranged me like the drunk rag doll I was.
With the lube dispatched, he filled me again, his arms around my torso and his lips on the back of my shoulder.
This position was incredible. I didn’t know where to put my hands or how to move, but I’d never felt a better cock.
I swiveled a bit, tried out a few different movements. It was all strange—but so good.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Work those hips, Elizabeth.”
He pressed a hand to my lower back, gently urging me forward. The subtle shift made it even better and from there, my body knew exactly what to do. I rocked against him, my hands in front of me like I was holding a pommel.
“I wish you could see yourself,” he said, his fingers running down my crease, pressing into my asshole. I heard the cap on the lube bottle flick open and then I felt the liquid sliding between my cheeks. “You’re fucking mesmerizing.”
“We’re going to need a mirror,” I moaned. “In the bedroom. To watch.”
Saying this out loud had the stirrings of another orgasm gaining momentum inside me. It galloped ahead as he pushed a finger into me, as he said, “Anything, my love. Anything you want.”
“Pay attention to my tits,” I said. “Make it hurt a little.”
He moved one hand around to my breast, quickly snaring my nipple between his knuckles. It burned in the most divine way. Small orgasms spiraled through me as a greater one went on building. So much greater.
“When we’re done, I’m going to lick your entire body.” He said this in a low, rumbly way that sounded something like a threat but I knew it was a promise. A very, very good promise.
Heat started pouring down my spine, raking up my legs, spilling out from my center.
He thrust up into me, his cock still aggressively hard and thick.
Suddenly, all these sensations started melting together.
The cock in my pussy and the finger in my ass felt like one endless throb after another.
The pinch on my nipple hurt until he released me, and then it pulsed and womped, and I was nothing more than a slick, panting collection of spasms. It meandered into my limbs and then gathered quickly, expanding and spreading as it swallowed me up.
“There it is,” he said as he shook beneath me. I felt his teeth pressing into my shoulder before I felt the violent shudder of his orgasm.
He banded an arm under my breasts and pulled me to lean against his chest. We stayed there for a long minute, my body still pounding with the pressure of his cock and the overwhelming intensity of…everything. All of this.
Eventually, he pulled out of me, rolled me to my side, and kissed my shoulder. “I’ll be right back, my darling.”
I knew I needed to get up and pee, but I also knew I could fall asleep right now. That I’d experienced a catastrophic orgasm—several, in fact. That an extinction-level event had occurred here tonight and life from this point forward would be very different.
Jay returned with a damp towel and did a nice job of cleaning up the mess we’d made of each other. He helped me to my feet and seemed invested in walking me to the bathroom until I said, “Thank you, but no. I’m a closed bathroom door kind of gal.”
“Then I’ll have a private en suite added on, just for you,” he said.
He was stark naked and his dick was mostly hard, and for reasons likely owed to cheap wine and shattering orgasms, I wanted to tell him I could see myself loving him.
When I’d handled my needs, I returned to the bedroom. Jay was sitting up and reading something on his phone, the sheets pooled around his waist. A glass of water sat on my nightstand, along with my phone—plugged in, too—a bowl of fruit leftover from breakfast.
I had to bite my lip to keep from crying. It was ridiculous to cry over water and fruit and a plugged-in phone. That was nothing.
But it was also almonds. And a succulent garden. And wanting to punch Grant on my behalf.
“I’m having work done on my condo this week,” I said, still staring at the bowl of fruit.
“Come home with me, then,” he said, patting the mattress beside him. “I don’t want you inhaling paint fumes or construction dust. You’re much too precious for that.”
I climbed into bed, pulled my knees up to my chest. My body was pleasantly sore. “You make it sound very easy.”
“It’s as easy as you want it to be.” He leaned in, captured my lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
“Stay at my place. I do need help with all the Christmas cacti I’ve collected in your honor.
” He cupped my jaw, pulling me in for another kiss.
“Leave your practice. They never appreciated you anyway. Join me and Sowelby. He’s retiring next year.
I’ll need you to take over for him.” Another kiss.
“And then, if it isn’t too much to ask, marry me. ”
Jay and I married six months later. We returned to Bermuda for a small, private ceremony on the beach. I didn’t lose my luggage this time but my bags from the first trip never did turn up.