I eyed his bulging erection and the dark wet spot on his pants. “This says otherwise.”
He palmed his erect cock, shifting it in his pants. “You’re just going to torture me and I can’t do that. I just need to jack off.”
I gave him puppy dog eyes. “I don’t get to watch?”
“I don’t want to give you the satisfaction,” he spat.
My lips fell open. “You mean you didn’t like it when I watched you stroke yourself in your backyard?”
His jaw flexed and his nostrils flared. “God fucking dammit, where the fuck did you come from, devil woman?”
His fingers fumbled over his belt, his hands shaking as he undid the tab and zipper. He cussed and growled. “You drive me up the fucking wall, you know that? You want to watch? Here it fucking is.”
His hand picked up a furious pace.
“I drive you up the wall?” I asked.
“You fucking know you do!” Jack’s teeth were gritted together, his pants splayed open with one hand bracing himself on the counter. “You play this little fucking game, Mara.”
I tipped my head to the side. “I didn’t mean to frustrate you, Jack.” I slid off the countertop and stood in front of him, putting a gentle hand over his. “Let me.”
“Goddammit, Mara,” he whimpered as he let me take over.
I kissed him so gently, skimming my lips over his stubbled neck. “Maybe you need someone to take care of you too.”
He didn’t nod or shake his head, simply melting under my touch. I used my toe to scoot my discarded sweatshirt between us, lowering to my knees. Jack helped me down, knowing what I needed.
I dragged my lips over his shaft, a steady trail of precum dripping from the tip. I put sweet, tender little kisses all over his cock, holding him like he was some precious jewel. His head rolled back on his shoulders and he whined. “Mara, please. I’ve been so good.”
“You have.” Poor thing had taken enough torture. I spit on his length, then ran my tongue up it. His fingers clawed the underside of my hair as my mouth surrounded him. His grasp conveyed his desperation.
“You are so beautiful,” Jack whispered as I let him hit the back of my throat. “So perfect.”
I tightened my mouth around him and sped up to his groan, running my fingers over his balls. I was getting so fucking turned on, completely lost in how much he was losing it for me. His hips moved in time with my mouth. “It’s almost time, sweetheart. Pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth.”
I did pull off, but not in the way he expected. I tipped my chin up and stuck my tongue out.
“Fuck, you want me to paint your tongue, sweetheart?”
I nodded, letting him stroke himself. Warm, salty bursts popped onto my tongue, along with another below my lips.
“Never been more gorgeous,” he cooed, dragging his finger through the bit on my chin. I couldn’t quite talk, but I pulled on his forearms to get him to help me stand. I pushed his shoulder to make him kneel, his eyes rounding.
Then I gripped his chin, bent my mouth to his, and gave him what he’d given me.
“Swallow, Jack.”
His throat worked and his eyes remained wide.
“Show me.”
Jack stuck his tongue back out, showing me how well he’d cleaned up. I planted another kiss on his lips. “What a good boy you are.”
Then I propped my foot on the counter. “Now finish me off.”
THIRTY-ONE
JACK
