But for him, as soon as his breath was against my thigh, he had my hard cock all the way in his mouth and down his throat, pulling hard with hollowed cheeks.
I groaned against him, and his hands came around my ass. He was moving so fast I couldn’t think straight, the pleasure he was building was too intense for me to keep playing with him. I took him into my mouth, bobbing consistently this time, swirling the head, and then going back down where I could bury my nose in his groin.
His hand slapped hard against my ass when I began to toy with him again. Shit, that turned me all the way on. I fucking couldn’t think straight when he had his hands on me, sure as shit couldn’t even function if he was going to lay his hands on me like that. A tremor went through my body, and if last night hadn't been so intense I would have comeright there. As it was, I had to get him off before I exploded myself. I couldn’t help but moan as I tried to keep stroking him with my mouth.
“Perrin,” I groaned, words garbled by both his dick in my mouth and my moan of pleasure.
His hand replaced his mouth on my own cock, and his body bucked in response. “Moaning my name around me?Christ,” he panted. “I’m going to . . .” he mumbled, warning me, as his rhythm on my own dick stuttered for a moment.
“I want it,” I said, speaking around my sucks, pulling his assupso he stayed in my mouth. Perrin instantly came hard against the back of my throat as soon as my mouth was back on him.
Perrin slid out from under me and rolled me to my back.He came up to my face and kissed me, tasting himself, and making me squirm under him, wanting more. His eyes were dark and intense, but when his mouth dropped to my piercing and pulled, I bucked up against him, wanting his mouth back on my cock immediately.
“I love this,” Perrin said, pulling hard again, making my eyes roll back and slutty whimpering sounds come out.
He didn’t hesitate to takemy cockback in his mouth quickly, before I could react, and snaked one hand up to tease the piercing. Hot lightning shot straight from his hands to my groin. He put a firm hand on my hips, to keep them from moving, and once they werestilled,he began stroking with mouth and hand, still teasing me. Itwas going to sendme over the edge.
“Perrin,” I pleaded, my back arched up.
“Come for me, Jack,” he said, “let me taste you,” and he took me as deep in as I could go. My body shuttered against his mouth instantly.
Perrin
The second time I woke up spooned against Jack that morning was quieter than the first. The level of the orgasms I had achieved - back to back, from the sex last night, and the hot ashell sucking each other offthis morning was irrational. And exhausting in the best way.
After round two, I had climbed back up to him, kissed his neck, and then settled in to cradle his warmth as we arranged ourselves back in the correct direction of his bed.
Hospitals, hotels, airplanes, and snow. It seemed like I was always cold for the past five years. And Jack radiated heat in his sleep. I was so goddamned comfortable, that even though I knew it was much later than I should have stayed in bed, I still dozed in and out.
I felt him stir in my arms, “It’s almost ten, Perrin. When did you have to be at the hospital?” He asked and turned his face up to look at me with a crease in his brow.
I moved a thumb to the crease and massaged it out, although my eyes weren’t fully open, yet.
“Not until after noon,” I said.
“I’ll make you some breakfast,” he said, sitting up to pull clothes on. “Brunch? Lunch?”
“Call it whatever you want,” I murmured, following him up to brush my lips against his, and feel him respond. We kissed lazily, just enjoying the feel of each other’s mouth, and bodies pressed close, but then finally broke apart before it started anything else.
“So good, Jack,” I said, laying my head on his shoulder and running my nose down his neck.
His hand came up to run through my curls, and he tipped my chin for one more kiss.I pulled on my own clothes and took a minute in the bathroom to freshen up,before heading out to find him in the kitchen.My mind had definitely been on other things last night, and I hadn’t had the time, or inclination, to take in the apartment.
It was stunning.
While I took it all in, Jackcame from the kitchen, placed a hot cup of coffee in my hand, with a kiss on the cheek,and went back to the bathroom himself.
I smelled bacon.
The door we came in last night opened from the foyer to an open floor plan. It was in a similar style of Quinn’s, but more traditional to fit the Inn, rather than the modern look Quinn had. There were windows on two sides of the wall, about half of the way up, and reaching to the ceiling. The view was of the forest, but you could catch a glimpse of one of the main ski runs. The windows were smaller squares than Quinn’s large plate-glass, and they were wavy, showing the age of the glass. It was white and wood, masculine yet soft, and very Jack.
I sat at the bar, enjoying my coffee when Jack returned.
“Can I help you?” I asked as he walked into the kitchen, pulling things from the refrigerator.
“Nah, just sit and look pretty,” he smiled.
I laughed. Did he even notice this about himself, Iwondered.This was the usual Jack, in charge, taking care of people and business. Mr. CEO. But last night, and this morning, I found another Jack.
