I think for a split second that he may have stopped because he realized it’s wrong to do this here, but his eyes say something different.
He’s turned on.
“Good, let my good friend Romeo see so once and for all, he can back off my girl,” He pulls me into his chest. “You understand, don’t you sweetheart?”
“I do, Jack,” I moan as he runs his hand over my sex.
“That’s what I like to hear, B.” He brushes his lips along my jaw. “I’m afraid if he doesn’t get the point, I’ll be attending every meeting with you.”
I let out a small chuckle that turns into another loud moan. “That's unreasonable. I have many good-looking male clients.”
Back and forth, I feel the outline of his fingers perfectly through the thin material of my dress. He cups my breast with his free hand. “These are mine.” He caresses them for a moment, then taps my heart. “Mine.”
“Yes,” I grit with desperation as my legs buckle from the intense pleasure radiating through me. “Jack, more. Please.”
Heat pools in my core, and suddenly, my drunk body is extremely turned on, though now it feels more like a punishment than anything else with the way he’s withholding.
“I’ll give you more when you realize nothing comes between us. Not work, clients, friends… nothing and no one. I’ll trample over every meeting you have if it means keeping everyone in check. I’d be stupid to think they aren’t all ogling you, but it also makes me murderous that anyone gets a glimpse of this sexy body, this perfect mouth.” He kisses me lightly. “Your tranquil eyes that have me bound to you.” He kisses me again. “Tell me.”
“I’m yours and only yours.” I bite my lip, not caring if there are potential cameras, because when Jack looks at me like this… like I hang the moon… I lose all ability to think straight.
“Tell me more. Tell me what I need to hear,” he demands as his fingers work quicker.
When my legs turn useless, he lays me on the ground between the rows of vines, lifts my dress, and pushes my knickers aside. “I need more,” I beg again.
“But I love exploring you, running my fingers through, feeling the wetness pool between your legs, knowing I’m the cause of this.” His words hit my core, and my body reacts the only way it knows how when Jack’s fingers are pressed against me.
“I’m going to come,” I cry, but he pulls back one second before my pleasure hits. “Why would you bloody stop?” I yell.
“Because…” His hand finds my center again, this time tracing around my lips, where it’s just enough to tease but nowhere near enough to put me back over the edge. My hips buck up shamelessly, trying desperately to make contact with his fingers. “You never told me what I want to hear.”
“What do you want to hear?” I yell, frustrated. “That I love you? That I’ve always loved you? That I will love you and tell you so every single day for the rest of my life?” I gasp when his fingers move to my center. “Because I do. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you,” I chant repeatedly as pleasure overtakes my body, tingling through every possible inch. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” I keep screaming, opening myself to him, exposing my only weakness but my biggest strength.
Somehow amid my outburst, Jack has unzipped his pants and is now positioned to enter me. “I need to feel you. I need every inch of us to be connected right now.” He pushes in, and the second he enters me, combined with his fingers working me to perfection, shuddering cries leave my lips as my orgasm bursts through my body.
He lets out a guttural roar through the dark night as I pulse around him. I can feel myself contracting, squeezing him tightly, and I can only imagine it’s driving him insane.
Reaching up, I grab onto his shirt so he’ll come closer, then take his face in my hands to finally kiss him. The second our tongues touch, dancing together, his hips slow, sliding in and out of me as we savor each other.
I cling to him desperately as we kiss for what feels like forever.
He pulls back, our chests rising and falling together as we try to catch our breath. It’s been like this every time, completely in sync.
Jack reaches around and lifts my hips, and his eyes darken as he hits a new angle inside me.
Oh, bloody hell, that feels good… like, really fucking good.
Jack’s jaw goes slack, his eyes hooded as he picks up the pace. His eyes scan my face, then travel down my body, and I see it the second he realizes that holding me up doesn’t give him access to his favorite things in the world.
My boobs.
He leans over and grabs my jumper and his trousers, rolling them up to push under my hips.
“Smart.”
He smirks. “I know. I needed to feel these tits bouncing in my hands.” He squeezes them tight, almost painfully. “I still need to make you come like this.” He tweaks my nipples between his fingers, causing my breath to catch. “You think we can do that, sweetheart?” He leans down and licks my swollen nipples that are trapped between his fingers. My sex clenches, and his smirk deepens. “I think you like that idea. I think you’ll come one day without my dick or fingers on your clit. I think my tongue and teeth”—he bites down—“on these thick pink nipples will be enough.”
“Yes, oh… Jack. Fuck,” I murmur while his thrusts pick up, quickening his pace.
