The moment he whipped the door open,Ibolted, knocking into him asIdarted out of the room.
Jack scrambled to catch up to me, but he wasn’t fast enough.Icareened down the stairs to the main floor and darted to the kitchen without thinking.
"There are no doors here,”Jacksaid with a maniacal laugh.
Shit.Hewas right.Fuckingopen-concept houses . . .Ihated them.
I circled the kitchen island and darted into my bedroom.MaybeIcould pull the closet trick on him, then run outside onto the beach.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,”Jackteased as he went straight for the closet.Heopened the door asIsprinted out, but a thick arm caught me around the middle and lifted me off the ground.
“You’re going to hurt your shoulder!”
But he didn’t pay any attention to that.Iwas unceremoniously flung over his good shoulder as he marched across the room.
“Jack!”Ishouted asIkicked my feet to try to get him to put me down.
ThenIwas falling.Myass hit something hard and unforgiving.
The drafting table.
It was enormous; something like six feet long and five feet wide.Itwas a little bigger than a twin mattress.Jacksat me down on the drafting surface, then unlocked the tilting mechanism and pushed the edge closest to him down.Myback pitched up as my ass slid down to the edge.
Jack locked the tilting mechanism, then stood in front of me with predatory eyes.Heflicked open the button on my denim shorts and yanked them down with one swift pull.
“You wet for me,Roar?”
WasIever.
Jack sat in the desk chair, putting him eye-level with my pussy.Hetrailed his fingers over the gusset of my panties, teasing me through the fabric.Adeep groan dripped from his mouth. “That’sall right.Youdon’t have to tell me.Ican see it.”
He pressed his thumb into a quarter-sized wet spot that was quickly growing, rubbing the fabric into my pussy.
“Always ready for me,” he said as he grabbed one ankle and pressed my foot flat to the top of the drafting table, forcing my knee to bend.
“Lie back,” he ordered as he did the same to the other leg. “Icaught you.Timefor me to enjoy my winnings.”
The sharp click of a pocket knife opening made my breath hitch.Ipeered through heavy lids, watching as he hooked two fingers in the gusset of my underwear, protecting my skin from the blade of the knife.
“Don’t you dare ruin my underwear.”
He chuckled. “Toolate, darling.”
The slice of fabric paralyzed me.
Jack hummed to himself. “Ithink you liked that,” he said as he sank two fingers deep inside me. “You’refucking soaked, greedy girl.”Hepressed his thumb to my clit. “Ican feel your pulse.”
I lay back against the tilted drafting table and stared at the molding along the edge of the ceiling.
“Open those legs wider for me,”Jacksaid as he nudged my thighs. “Ineed room to eat.”
“Jack—”ButIcouldn’t finish the word.Notwhen his mouth sealed over my soaked pussy. “Ohhhhh. . .Fuck.”Mytoes curled around the edge of the desk as he lapped at my clit like a man starved. “Jack.”
Those stupidly talented fingers curled inside me, stroking in time with each hard pull from his mouth.Iclawed at the surface of the desk.
“More,”Ibegged. “Please, more.”
His thumb prodded at the tight ring of muscle between my cheeks.Igasped at the breach, feeling the hot, blazing pressure melt into indescribable pleasure.Jacknever let up.Thetwo fingers in my cunt, his thumb working my ass, and his mouth teasing my clit filled me in the best and most desperate ways.
