I don’t get a chance to answer. He pushes in in one hard, swift movement.
Oh God.
I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep from screaming out.
He holds still, buried deep inside me, trying to catch his breath. “This is going to be hard and quick, B. Sorry… I’ll make it up to you later. You feel too good, and I’ve been dying to get inside of you all night. I’ll never last.”
“Oh God, me neither, Jack. If you so much as touch me, I’ll explode all over you right now.”
“Fuck, don’t say that.” He pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, then again, and again. “Belle,” he moans loudly, and I have no strength to tell him to be quiet.
His hands encase my waist, pulling me hard onto his dick with every measured thrust. His hips swivel up, hitting a spot that almost no man ever finds, and for the first time in my life, I think I could come like this.
“Holy shit, Jack,” I cry. “Don’t. Stop!”
He leans over, trails his tongue up my back, and places an open-mouth kiss on my neck, sucking hard to make another mark.
“Oh God… B.” He stands back up and continues the magical movement that has me seeing stars. “I’m going to come, Belle. You need to come soon. Are you almost there?”
He moans loudly, and I can picture his head thrown back as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down his sexy neck.
“I-I don’t know.” I shudder. “Oh God, it feels so good, but I don’t know. Rub my clit, Jack! Please,” I cry.
The second his fingers are on me, I explode all over him, screaming his name, clenching hard around his dick as my orgasm rips through me.
“Ughhh… Fuckkkkk.” Jack explodes a second later, hammering into me until every last drop of his come is released.
After a few long seconds of catching our breath, he wraps both arms around me, pulling me up and pressing his front to my back.
He buries his head in my neck, placing small kisses and squeezing his arms tighter around me every few seconds. As fun as that was, I wish we were upstairs, where I could hold and cuddle him back.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers.
“That was Belle and Jackson!” I hear Nora yell outside the door.
What the hell?
Jack snickers behind me, and all I can do is laugh alongside him while he zips me up quickly. “She better be talking to Declan and no one else.”
I whip open the door, and sure enough, there stand my Irish friends. “Can you shut up, you two! Anyone could hear.” I grab Nora’s arm and drag her into the room, motioning for Declan to follow.
Okay, this room is a little tight for all of us, but it’s better than getting caught in the hall.
I turn around, and now Jack’s and Declan’s phone lights are on. I can see Nora’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. “I fecking knew it!” She points between the two of us.
“Yeah, yeah. Miss fucking detective over here. Don’t you say a word, Nora Buckley, or I’ll kick your arse!” I narrow my eyes, and Nora laughs louder, rolling her eyes.
I might have five inches on her, but she would dominate me. There is no way I’m kicking her arse.
“I told you!” she tells Declan, except he already knows and isn’t hiding it.
She sucks in a deep, exaggerated breath and pokes Declan hard in the chest. “You knew? Since when?”
“Not long. And before you get mad, it wasn’t my place to say anything.”
Jack interrupts us to stop the impending fight. “I asked him not to say anything. I’m sorry.”
She softens at Jack’s voice but still throws daggers at Declan.
