Still,Ineeded more.Ineeded his hands on my breasts, toying and tugging on my nipples.Ineeded his hand in my hair, yanking and controlling it.Ineeded his mouth on my throat.Ineeded his filthy vocabulary whispered in my ear.Ineeded him holding me, talking me through each soul-snatching orgasm.Ineeded his hand circling my throat like a priceless necklace.Ineeded his arms around me, keeping me safe in the crash.
Fragments of him would never be enough.Hewas all-consuming and exhilarating like the coastline he had convinced me could be my home too.
Pinpricks crept up my thighs and arms as he edged me closer and closer to an orgasm.
My breathing became ragged as he slowly pumped his thumb in and out of my ass.Itfelt likeIwas filled with lightning.Histongue circled my clit, teasing it in a predictable rhythm that ratcheted up the impending orgasm.
I opened my mouth to warn him thatIwas about to come, but the warning fell short.Ishattered, arching off the drafting desk as he sucked on my clit through wave after wave of bliss.Withhis fingers still deep inside me, he squeezed my pussy, making me cry out as aftershocks pulsed in a steady rhythm.
“Keep going, baby girl,” he soothed. “Giveme all those little flutters.You’renot done yet.”
I whimpered as he started stroking again.Mybody was hypersensitive and overstimulated, butJackwas a man on a mission.Theflat of his tongue was soft against my clit, massaging it until the sensitivity passed and ecstasy began to build again.
“Come for me,Roar.Don’tfight it.”Histeeth grazed my clit. “Ican feel your body begging for another one.Yourass is so fucking tight around my thumb and your cunt is choking my fingers.Goddamn,Iwish you could see what you look like right now.You’rea fucking sight to behold, baby.Iwant to see you like this again, butIwant your tits out.Iwant your arms and legs spread and tied down soIcan play with your body as long as you can take it.I’dmake you come over and over until you beg me to stop.”
“Yes,” was the only syllableIcould get out as the second orgasm rushed in without warning.
Jack pulled his fingers from my pussy and licked my release from my skin like he was parched. “Youtaste so damn good.”
My chest heaved asIcaught my breath.Jackpeppered my inner thighs with minuscule kisses and murmured praises.Hepulled my sliced underwear off my hips and tossed it in the direction of the bed.
“So, that was amazing,”Isaid with a dry laugh.Ineeded waterSTAT. “Countme in for sexy hide-and-seek anytime.”
“That isn’t even close to everythingIwant to do to you,Aurora.”Jackkissed my knee. “Noteven close.”
28
JACK
IT’S MY PARTY AND I’LL HIDE IF I WANT TO
“Ican’t believe you talked me into hosting an open house,”Auroragrumbled from the front seat of my truck. “Aren’tyou supposed to have open houses when the house is on the market?”
“People are curious about what you’ve done to the place,”Isaid asIstretched my arm across the back of her seat and gently stroked the back of her neck. “Thinkof it as a show-and-tell to get some interest going before you put it up for sale.Folksaround here will gossip about it for weeks and get buyers interested.”
“I hope those buyers are ready and willing to write me a check with a lot of zeros on it,” she muttered as she scrolled through her phone.
Aurora’s lips pursed in frustration.Itwasn’t a frown.Sherarely let those slip, preferring to remain neutral and unreadable, butIhad learned the tells of her frustration.Namely, the groove that would form between her eyebrows when she was displeased.
"What's the matter?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly as she pocketed her phone.
Busted.
“Come on,Roar.Iknow when something is bothering you.Justtell me what it is.”
She huffed. “WhitneyandWilloware being weird.They’vebarely talked to me all week.”
I hated seeing the hurt on her face, but the fact thatAurorahad no idea what was about to happen was the icing on the cake.
“Isn’tWhitneyon a book tour?”Isaid asIswerved around a crater-sized pothole. “She’sprobably just busy.”
“No.Thetour ended last week.”
I already knew that, butIwasn’t above egging it on.
“Whatever.It’sfine,”Auroraclipped as she pawed through the hardware store bags. “Thesefancy-ass house numbers better be the selling point you think they are,” she said as she ran a finger over the gilded numbers.
