This is different from last time because I thought I knew what it felt like to be kissed by Jack, but this moment blows our first one out of the fucking water.
My hips move on their own accord, seeking more friction against Jack’s muscular thigh as he wraps my curls around his hand, exposing my neck as his mouth moves, latching onto the sensitive skin of my throat. His fingers slip underneath the denim of my shorts, and a soft moan escapes me when his fingertips dig into my skin. Jack helps guide me against him, the seam of my shorts rubbing against my clit with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
I like that he’s not treating me like I’m made of broken glass.
“I think ordinary suits us,” I say, wishing we were wearing less layers.
God, I can’t remember the last time I felt this desperate to be touched by someone. “Didn’t think I’d like it so much,” he says, chuckling softly, palming my ass through my shorts. I want more of Jack than I should. “Fuck, Al, you’re . . .” Jack trails off, kissing me again instead.
I really like kissing Jack.
And then he stops, his breathing labored as he looks at me through dark lashes.
“I’m what?” I ask, trying to calm the chaos Jack’s created inside my body.
Jack stops, shaking his head as his thumb sweeps back and forth across the back of my neck. “You’re beautiful.”
“Don’t,” I say, feeling a blush crawl up my neck, and I move to untangle myself from him.
“I’m not saying anything that isn’t true, but I am stopping to check in with you,” he says, his hand sliding to rest on the smallof my back instead. “Are you okay, or do you want to run?” Jack asks, looking me over.
Somehow, in the six weeks since we met at Twin City, Jack has infected me with his kindness, and I think I’m better for it.
Hell, two weeks ago, I would have never believed I’d be in this position with Jack, but here I am.
“I think I’m okay,” I say, exhaling a soft breath. “This doesn’t mean anything, right?” I ask, needing to hear him say it, because the longer we stop to talk about this, the more my brain is tempted to overthink everything. I want to be ordinary for a little longer.
Jack nods, leaning down to kiss the corner of my mouth. “It doesn’t change anything,” he says, and I’m tempted to ask more, but out of fear of running out of time, I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him again before he can tell me something different.
He’s smooth as he reaches behind my thighs, his bare hands making my whole body hum with electricity as he lifts me in the air to wrap my legs around his waist. “Where are we going?” I mumble against Jack’s mouth, and he silences me with another kiss as I’m vaguely aware of him moving for the bedroom at the end of the hall, fumbling with the door handle until it’s just us in his room alone, surrounded by the echoing noise of the party below.
“Too many people,” he says, flipping on a lamp before taking a seat on his bed, keeping me in his lap. “I don’t always mind an audience, but I wanted you to take what you need without getting in your head,” Jack says, but I can barely think as he pulls aside the collar of my shirt to kiss my collarbone.
Did he just say he likes to be watched? The idea of someone watching me and Jack in the hallway sends a thrill through me as his talented mouth licks and sucks at my skin. “And what do you think I need?” I ask, shifting in his lap to find the samepressure to apply to my clit. My hands drag over the rippling muscles of his shoulders, his skin hot underneath my touch.
Fuck, I like how it feels to have his mouth on me.
Jack lifts his head to look at me, a playful smirk forming. “Do you trust me?” he asks, and as unbelievable as everything else tonight has been, this might take the cake.
“I do,” I say, my voice husky, and Jack’s hands squeeze my ass one more time before moving to the front of my shorts.
“Stand up, Alondra.”
“Why?” I ask, my heart kicking into overdrive when he unfastens the button and pulls down the zipper.
“Because I think you need to come, and you’re going to do it riding my thigh just like you tried to do in the hallway,” Jack says, and I rock my hips against his bulge, loving how his jaw flexes. “Now are you going to argue, or are you going to let me feel how wet your pussy is?”
My legs are definitely shaking as I untangle myself, but I sure am glad I picked a pair of lace underwear tonight. I kick off the red boots, to let the denim fall as Jack watches me. “Put the boots back on?” Jack asks, and it makes me laugh, giving me something else to focus on besides how exposed I feel right now.
“You got a thing for boots?” I tease, stepping back into them.
Jack smiles, motioning for me to come back to him. “I’ve got a thing for seeing you in them apparently.” The second I’m within reach, his hands fall on my hips, toying with the lace material. “Goddamn,” he mutters, pulling me down to sit on his thigh, the fabric of his shorts having ridden up so I’m seated on his bare thigh, and I bite my lip, trying to hold back another moan at the feeling.
I lean forward to cup his face in my hands, kissing him again as he molds my body like putty, encouraging my hips to move the way I need them to. He groans into my mouth, and I drag my thumb over the stubble lining his jaw, grabbing his shoulderwith my other for leverage to rock my hips, feeling the wetness soaking my underwear.
The pressure continues building in my body as Jack’s sinful mouth devours me, helping to work me toward the edge as I ride his thigh. I gasp, breaking our kiss, digging my fingertips into his shoulder.
“That’s it, darlin’. Use me however you need to,” Jack coaxes, encouraging me to continue. “Your pretty pussy is dripping, making such a fucking mess on me,” he says, and I never thought dirty talk would be something I was into until now.
