My mouth parts, giving way to his demanding mouth as his fingers loop underneath the waistband of my underwear, sliding it down the sides of my thighs. I shiver when I feel the damp fabric brush against my skin, and Jack smiles.
Goddamn, I need him to touch me before I lose my mind.
“You’re evil. I’m never going to be able to think of anything except how fucking beautiful you looked wearing my name on your back with my cock in your mouth,” he says, this time lifting the jersey up over my head, getting rid of my bra next, flipping us back into our original position with him braced over me. Jack drops his mouth to the swell of my breast, his hand teasing over my lower stomach, my thighs parting in anticipation.
“You want me to apologize?” I ask, a short laugh escaping me.
“Never. You’re a dream come true, darlin’.”
Jack renders me speechless when he takes my peak in his mouth, sucking hard while his hand teases along the insides of my thighs.
I thread my fingers through his short hair, gasping when he drags a finger down my center, slick with my arousal. Jack’s kissing everywhere but where I want his mouth to be. I feel alive right now, arching into him as he pushes a finger into me. “All this for me?” he asks, moving his finger in and out a few times before adding another, but I’m past the point of being able to give him a coherent response.
His thumb swirls over my clit as he curls his fingers in me, and without skipping a beat, Jack kisses me again, swallowing my moan. I grind against his hand, shamelessly chasing my high, and his cock rests against my thigh. He sweeps his tongue through my mouth as I turn into a puddle of mush, my body focused on one thing only.
He’s making me feel safe and sexy—a prize to be won with the way he’s worshipping me.
A third finger stretches me in the best way, and I clutch Jack’s broad shoulders, breaking our contact as I tip my head back, crying out when his thumb applies more pressure, pushing me over the deep end, pleasure coursing through my body.
“One,” he says, and my eyes flutter open, wondering what the hell he means by it. His smirk makes me want to strangle and kiss him at the same time.
“One?”
“I think I can get a second hat trick tonight,” he says, kissing my bruised lips again.
“I’d like to see you try,” I say when he moves to reach for his nightstand, pulling a condom out of the drawer.
Jack laughs, his dimples making an appearance as he smiles at me. He rips the foil open with his teeth, rolling the condom on, and I take full advantage of the opportunity to stare. He’s beautiful.
“You with me?” he asks, his gaze meeting mine as he braces over me.
“I’m with you,” I whisper, and Jack pushes in, his thumb finding my clit again a moment later as my body tenses, helping me relax as I try to adjust to the stretch of his size. I knew he was big, but my god, I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.
“Relax,” he says, keeping his eyes on me the entire time, the eye contact only making the moment more intense.
“Jack, please don’t stop,” I say, my breath catching as Jack continues to push in, and I’ve never felt so full.
“I’ve got you.Fuck, Al.You’re a perfect fit, taking me so well.” He kisses me sweetly, and my heart swells at the praise. I can feel him tremble above me with the effort it’s taking to stay still, and I rock my hips up, causing sparks to fly from the living flame I’ve been consumed by.
“You feel so good,” I say, the words sounding more like a whimper, and I hook my leg over his, encouraging Jack to move.
He sighs in relief, shifting his hips back before thrusting into me. I gasp, my eyes shutting as he holds onto my hip, helping to guide us together. The sheets tangle below us as our bodies collide, the sound of his headboard hitting the wall.
Jack moans against my skin, kissing my collarbone. His necklace feels warm against my chest, and our movements become more fluid as stars fill my vision, the pressure coiling in my body again. “Fuck me,” I beg, twisting under Jack as his movements pick up in urgency.
“Your pussy was made for me,” he says through gritted teeth, and I hold on tight, taking everything he’s giving me, doing my best to give it back as I time my thrusts with his. I drag my handsalong his back and shoulders, and if anyone’s being wrecked, it’s me.
Jack’s mouth is messy against mine, capturing the sound of my moan as it rolls off my tongue while my body thrums with pleasure, tipping over the edge again. His hips jerk at the same time as his body tenses underneath my touch, and a groan rips from his throat.
My heart is beating erratically in my chest, as he takes a few deep breaths before pulling out, getting up to discard the condom. I give myself a moment to catch my breath, watching Jack’s powerful body walk across the room again. His upper back has faint red lines, and I feel my cheeks flush because holy shit, I didn’t mean to leave those there.
“What’s the look for?” he asks, as I sit up, covering my mouth.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologize, laughing, and his handsome face twists in confusion. “Your back. You look like you were attacked by a cat,” I say, sputtering, and Jack relaxes, dragging a hand through his hair.
“If you think about it, I kind of was,” he says, chuckling. “Death by pussy. I can’t think of a better way to go out.”
I pull myself out of the bed, shaking my head at Jack as his hand skims over my hip when I pass him on my way to the bathroom. Just the simple touch from him already has me tempted to jump him again.
