"I think you're a little scared," he whispered in my ear, "but then why did you come up here if you didn’t want my big thick cock?"
His hand pressed lightly between my legs.
"Too bad you don't like Christmas," I told him, "because I could give you one hell of a present."
"I could give you one any day of the week."
"I want to see your cock," I said.
"And I want to see your tits." He pulled me around to face him and kissed me deeply and powerfully. I knew what his mouth could do. I felt as if maybe I should have worn panties, he was making me so wet.
I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down as he kissed me. Greedily, I let my hand run over his bare chest then down and around his silky boxer briefs.
"You're amazing," I said to him.
"You haven't seen anything yet." Then Jack picked me up and took me into his bedroom. I was sprawled on the bed, and he was half over me.
He took the corset in both hands then ripped it, exposing my breasts.
"Your tits," he said, kissing and licking the nipples, "are amazing."
He ripped the flimsy skirt off of me, then his tongue was back. He kissed my torso, his hand working between my legs. He kept kissing down, down, and I laced my fingers in his hair, coaxing him. Jack was slow and deliberate as he dragged his tongue in the hot pink flesh between my legs, going daringly close to my clit but not quite there. I was panting.
"Faster," I told him, rotating my hips in little circles, trying to make him go where I needed him to go. Jack laughed then flicked his tongue, eliciting a moan from me. He inserted two fingers in me then kissed and sucked my clit until I was a sweaty, moaning mess.
I came too soon.
"You didn’t." I ran a hand down the length of his cock.
"You want my cock?" he asked, pressing it to the hot wetness between my legs.
"Yes, you promised." He put on a condom, looking at me while he rolled it onto his cock. Then he flipped me over, pulling my hips up. I was still relaxed and wet from his hands and tongue, and he was able to slip inside me in one motion. He pushed in and out, finding a rhythm, as his fingers worked furiously on my clit while he fucked me.
"You're so tight," he said, talking dirty in my ear. "Your pussy is so hot and tight."
I couldn't say anything intelligible back. My hips didn’t know whether they wanted to push against his hand or back against his cock. My breath came out in mewling gasps as he fucked me methodically.
I knew he was close when he started jackhammering. The bedframe creaked against the wall as his balls slapped me with every thrust. I came in a jumble of ohmygods and curse words, and he fucked me a little longer, drawing out the aftershocks of the orgasm, then he came too.
Sweaty, he held me against him, kissing my neck.
As I came down off the endorphin high, I realized that I had slept with a competition judge, for real this time. If anyone found out, I could lose my spot in the bake-off and my chance at the prize money.
Jack nuzzled my neck. "This was perfect," he said.
No, it wasn’t!I thought in a panic.It was a disaster!
36
Jack
Waking up next to Chloe, I felt more relaxed and at peace than I ever had. I kissed her, reveling in the fact that I could, that she was finally mine.
She blinked at me and kissed along my jaw to my ear. "I'm going to make you something good for breakfast."
"I already know what I want," I said, pushing her back down against the pillows.
She was just as hot and tight as she had been last night. Her moans as I thrust into her were intoxicating.
