by Candy Quinn
“What’s his name?”
I look up at her with a hesitant expression. She’s not gonna believe me. “Uh...Jack. Jack Delaney.”
Casey freezes in her steps. “...you’re shitting me.”
I laugh, “I promise! I mean, I don’t have his shirt to prove it, but…”
“Oh my god, that makes sense! He was missing from the afterparty and I heard someone saw him leaving in front of some foreigner and —” Casey actually does jump up and down this time. “Jess! You fucked Jack Delaney!”
“Shhhh!” I say urgently, waving my hand at her under a laugh. “God, Casey!”
“Oh hell no,” she says, grabbing my wrist. “If you’re gonna talk about falling in love this year then drop that bomb on me, then you’ve gotta look the part, girl.”
“Wait, what?!” I exclaim, but I’m already being yanked inside. Within is so much lace and fine cloth that I feel dizzy. This place is like a dream. Mannequins line the walls, and to my surprise, one of the songs the band performed last night is on the radio while a sleepy employee mans the register.
“Casey, I don’t even know where to start with all this!” I whisper to her, but her eyes are roving over everything and anything.
“This one’s on me,” she says, and I blush. “If you’re getting in good with Jack — you are seeing him again, right?”
I hesitate. I don’t know if I should tell Casey about tonight, if it’s supposed to be by invitation only. “Yeah,” I finally say, “He wants to see me again tonight at an invite-only concert.”
Casey squeals again, and we spend the next few minutes rifling through various pieces of Dutch underwear.
Half an hour later, I’m in a changing room, looking at what Casey picked out for me with wide eyes. “This is...wow.”
“I know, right?” she chimes from behind the door.
I’m clad in lacy baby blue bustier with pale pink silk laces, matching baby blue lace panties, and a sheer, silvery chemise to go over it like a transparent short dress falling to mid-thigh. It’s definitely the opposite of what I’d normally wear, but I have to admit...I look pretty good in it. I do a little twirl and start feeling out how it hugs my skin in the mirror.
“So,” Casey’s voice comes again, “how was he?”
“Jack? Well, he’s tall,” I say stupidly. Obviously he’s tall. Casey’s snort behind the door makes me roll my eyes. “I didn’t get a really good look at him, I mean, we weren’t in a bed or anything, just in a nook on the roof.”
“Holy shit, you little exhibitionist!” she cackles, and I blush furiously.
“Nobody saw!”
“That you know of.” That makes my heart drop, but Casey laughs again after a moment of my silence. “I’m kidding, girl, oh my god. But like...how was he?”
“He was...big. Really big.”
“Mmph,” Casey’s voice comes, and I knock on the door with a furrowed brow.
“Alright now, enough of that!”
“Let a girl dream!” Casey retorts.
Hours later, we’re finally getting back to our rooms and changing for our nights out. Casey told me a little about her guy — sounds like she’s hooked up with the guy who snatched her at the afterparty. She’s heading out on a date with him tonight, too.
We emerge from our respective rooms, having gotten dressed, and while Casey is wearing a sensible cardigan outfit, the look she gives me makes me blush and want to run back into my room.
“Oh. My god,” she says. I’m wearing the lingerie I bought earlier today under a white belted trench coat and pale pink shimmering scarf. “You look like a porn star.”
“Casey!” I protest, looking down at myself. “I don’t know...this might be a little much. This is only my second time actually seeing him, you know? What if it turns him off and I don’t get invited to the afterparty?”
“Girl, dressed like that, you are the afterparty!”
My cab lets me out at the venue, if it could be called that, and I look around with a puzzled expression. There’s not a soul around, and it’s pretty dark but for the few street lights and the lights from the ships in other wharfs.
Oh god, what if I heard him wrong? What if he was just setting me up? What if this is all some awful prank? Jesus, I’m an idiot.
I’m just about to turn around and call up the cab again and go home when I hear the distinct thrum of an acoustic guitar, and I blink, turning to look for the source.
And my mouth falls open.
Girl your gorgeous sea-blue eyes
And hair like silvery white gold
Can’t keep me from lookin’ at your thighs
And babe, you’ve got me sold
Jack is stepping towards me as I cover my mouth with my hands out of embarrassment, but the lopsided grin on his face as he plays tells me he knows damn well how bad his freestyle is.
“I’d leave that one out of the next album if I were you,” I say, giggling as he reaches me. I look around, and suddenly it dawns on me — the rest of the band isn’t here, and there’s nobody else on the whole wharf. It’s just me and Jack. My face goes beet red.
He got me out on a date alone.
“Yeah, well,” he says, leaning in to plant a kiss on my lips that warms the chilly air around me, “I hope I’ll get a little time to brush up on it. What do you think?”
“I like that idea,” I say softly, the breath nearly taken from me by his kiss.
We make our way toward the edge of the dock to the water, where the lapping of the waves makes for a romantic scene with the moon rising over the horizon.
“I’m surprised you came out here,” he says, plucking the guitar strings idly and letting the notes float across the waves softly. It’s like something out of a movie, it’s so peaceful. “But I’m glad you did. You look gorgeous, Jess. You’re putting the locals to shame, and on the continent, that’s impressive.” He was impeccably dressed himself, this time wearing a stylish blazer in place of his usual flannel.
“Are you kidding?” I say. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world, but I think you exaggerated about a few parts of this concert.”
I giggle, but he nods for me to take a seat with him on the dock’s edge, where he strums his guitar softly and looks up at me, those gorgeous eyes looking right into my soul as I feel my heart sing. “Well alright, fair enough. But how about I make it up to you?”
I nearly fall off the dock as he starts singing the harmony from a few of his songs, a beautifully serene acoustic version of the songs that made me fall in love with his music to begin with. What’s more, when he sings them, he looks into my eyes, and good god, I see that spark in them again.
This is surreal. I’ve always been an average girl, I thought. But now Jack fucking Delaney is sitting in front of me as if I’m the girl of his dreams.
The lyrics of his songs are like honey in my ears, and before long, I swallow my nervousness and start to sing along with him, backing him up with my voice. His expression lights up as I do, and he picks up the pace a little.
I’ve gotta say, we make a good pair. I’ve been told my voice is pretty good, but the way Jack looks at me makes me feel like a regular Nina Simone.
Finally, his singing subsides, and he grins at me as he sets his guitar aside. “I didn’t realize you were a singer!”
“Me neither,” I say, blushing.
“Ever thought about going into music?” he asks, sliding close to me and turning to let his legs dangle off the edge of the dock. I do the same, scooting closer to him as he puts an arm around me.
“I...well, I never let anyone hear me sing. Guess this is kind of a fluke? Kind of like the rest of, uh, all this,” I say with a laugh, gesturing between the two of us, and he gives a good-natured laugh in return.
“Well that’s a mistake. You’ve got a voice like an angel, Jess.”
I bite my lip, leaning into him a little closer. “I guess that’s because I’ve got someone to let me feel comfortable doing it.”
He turns to look down
at me, and I feel that huge, strong heart beating in his chest as his grasp warms me.
“If you’re this tense when you think you’re comfortable,” he says, his voice getting low again, that same dark tone that sent shivers up me our first night together, “then I’ve got to see what you’re capable of when you’re really unwound.”
When he presses his lips to mine, I feel myself melting into his arms. My pussy warms as I turn to let him feel me up, at once more caring yet more invasive than he was last night. I love the feel of his hands exploring my body. I’ve never felt so desired, so wanted, and I want him to take everything he wants from me.
His tongue dives into my mouth, and our tongues meet between our lips to play with one another, fire in my chest spurring me on. I’m making out with a rock star, and I can’t stop myself. His grip on me is so strong yet so gentle. I know that he can hold me however he wants me, turn me any way his lustful desires spur him.
We make out tenderly, but he starts getting more aggressive, pulling me tighter into him, and god, that bulge between his legs is bigger than ever.
His hand roves up to my breasts, and he slips under the jacket and under all the beautiful lingerie I put on for him to feel me up, squeezing me hungrily and moaning in his chest.
“I want you again, Jessica,” he growls, and the sound sends shivers up my back, “I want to fuck you here on the docks, and I want to feel you come on my cock. Do you want that? I want to hear you beg for it.”
“Please, Jack,” I whimper without hesitation. What’s this new lust blooming inside me? It’s like a new energy that fuels things I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing before. Before Jack came along, that is. Now, in this instant, all I can think about is that gorgeous body wrapped around me, shielding me from the cold. “I want to feel you inside me. God, I’ve never felt anything like it! Don’t keep me waiting, Jack, please.”
He chuckles bemusedly, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger and looking down at me as his hand moves around to my back, feeling the smooth skin and roving down to my ass. “You’ve been good, Jess. I owe you a little something.”
I’m about to ask what he means when he strips off his jacket and starts to remove his shirt. I start to say something about the cold, but it’s already off, and my jaw hangs open.
Everything I could feel about his body was an underestimate. He’s like a model, a Greek statue carved from the hardest stone available. I reach out in childlike wonder and trace my fingers across his every ab muscle, up to his chest, a little soft hair well-groomed without losing that animalistic appeal. And his shoulders are so broad that two of me could lie on top of him. I feel myself getting wetter as I put both hands on him and feel how hard he is.
“Aren’t you cold?” I venture, looking up to him with doey eyes.
“With you around, Jess, I could take a Russian winter,” he says, and he wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me into a deep kiss, slipping his fingers down to my waistline.
“Did you get all dressed up for me, baby?” he purrs into my ear as his fingers search for my pussy, and I nod desperately between gasps.
“D-do you like it?” I breathe, desperate for his approval, my pussy pulsing with need for him.
“I could have anyone from anywhere in the world, babe,” he says, finding my clit and sliding a finger in to start toying with my swollen nub, stealing a breath from me as it sends a pulse of electricity through me. “But you’re better than any of it, Jess.”
My mind is swirling. There’s nothing dishonest in his words, no deception in what he says as he starts to finger me right there on the docks.
My wetness was already starting just from the thought of being with him, so when he swirls his finger on my clit, my heart pounds and my honey gets my whole pussy wet under the lace, and I can tell by the look in his eye that he’s enjoying this almost more than I am.
I crave his touch. I want more of him on me, in me, all over me, whatever. In a matter of seconds, he’s sent me over the edge of rationality and into a daze of lust and desire.
“I’m going to take you right here on the edge, babe,” he says in a husky tone, “but I’m going to give you a world-class view while you take it.”
I start to ask what he means, but before I can, he opens his pants and lets out that colossal pillar of masculinity, dark and hard like it was the night I first saw it. Standing up in the moonlight, though, it looks even more impressive than before. I wonder if that’s just how it looks at this angle, or if it’s really more eager for me now that it’s had a taste.
Again, I feel a pulse of warmth shoot through me as I think about this god among men getting turned on by me of all people, but god, I need him now. I’m addicted to him. He lets me reach forward to stroke his shaft, and it thickens at my touch, making my heart race. I hardly notice as he slips my jacket off.
I run my hand up and down it a few times before he grabs me and picks me up effortlessly. What kind of workout routine does this guy have? The thought of him pumping iron and working out those massive, perfected muscles keeps me company as he lifts me up and perches me atop his cock, my back facing him, giving me a view of the glittering water out in the harbor while his bulging crown teases me at my pussy.
“I took it easy last time, doll,” he says ominously as he swirls me around the tip of his cock. It’s torture. I need him in me, all the way, and I need it badly. But can I take it? “You won’t get it so easy this time.” He leaves no room for protest, no room for anything but utter surrender as he starts to lower me onto his shaft.
It’s so slow I can’t stand it, but god, every inch of it is utter bliss. I feel his crown pushing through my lips, my honey making the entry a tight fit but unbelievably pleasurable, making me feel whole again as he makes his way in. Every second, I feel more of my inner walls being filled, and before I know it, I’m sitting on his cock, my heart pounding as my ass touches his thighs and my eyes look out on the sleepy harbor.
I can feel how close he is to falling off the dock. My fingers can touch the edge of the dock, freezing water below us, and there’s no way my weight isn’t making it hard for him to keep us up. But then again, with those muscles, anything could be possible.
“Enjoy the view?” he asks, reaching a hand up to grope my breast, taking time to enjoy the feel of the outfit I spent so much time assembling for him while savoring the natural feel of my body.
“It’s...amazing,” I gasp, hardly able to focus with a monstrous cock inside me. I can’t believe all of this. I’m sitting here looking out on a gorgeous view of the Amsterdam harbor, the icy waters of the northern seas glittering like sapphires before me, while inside me is the cock of a man whose net worth is greater than that of anyone in my family for generations, all put together. This guy goes on vacations worth more than my college tuition — and he’s hungry for me.
“I have to say the same,” he whispers, kissing along my neck as he squeezes me, and before I can respond, he starts bouncing me on his cock.
My jaw hangs open as he starts pushing me up and down, and I’m so helpless as he spears me, his cock grinding against my g-spot immediately. He knows exactly where to find it, one session with me more than enough for him to know every secret my body has.
He’s an expert. A master of this. And I know absolutely nothing, except that this is the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life.
“B-be careful, Jack,” I gasp as I feel us inching forward slowly, “the dock, it’s-”
“What’s that, babe?” he teases me, bouncing me harder on his cock, silencing me as I feel waves of ecstasy wash through me, an orgasm swelling up in my body already. “I can’t hear you, what should I be careful of?”
I realize he’s inching us closer to the edge, pounding me harder and harder, making me utterly useless atop him, and only a squeak comes out when I try to protest. His cock slides in and out of me with such precision — how is he maintaining that at this awkward position? But he does it expertly, like my pussy was made f
or him.
“You’re perfect, Jess,” he growls into my ear, his hands gripping me greedily, hungrily, possessively as I’m rocked atop him. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known, do you know that? And I’m going to make you mine. I want everyone to know.”
That does it. The thought of being so animalistic possessed, claimed by this massive man sends me spiralling over the edge like we’re so close to doing into the freezing water below, and I feel warmth spread up my body as every muscle tightens and relaxes as I come, honey flooding his cock as I let out a gasp that carries so far over the water.
Anyone could hear us. That was loud, I realize as my face blushes even harder. But he isn’t stopping like last time. Instead, he chuckles deeply, stroking and playing with my hair idly while he just keeps bouncing me. I’m like a toy in his grasp. “Good girl,” he praises, “that’s what I like to hear.”
He bounces me rhythmically, every bit as much precision and relentlessness as he had last time, but this new angle opens up my body to so many new sensations. I’ve never done anything like this to myself — this is all him.
Finally, just when I think we’re really about to fall off, he slides back and hoists me off his dick, a string of my honey trailing out of it with his precum before he sets me aside and gets on his knees. I feel something soft under me and realize that he just set me on top of his jacket, padding my knees. I blush as I realize what’s about to come.
“Bend over, Jess,” he whispers, but I’m already getting into position, pushing my ass up towards him as I bend my head down, my pussy quivering with need for him.
“Take me, Jack,” I breathe, “everything you want, I want to give it to you!”
There are no charming words from that — I’ve awakened something fiercer in him. He grabs my hips, the sight of my ass driving him wild as he enters me rough and hard. I’m so slick that it doesn’t hurt, but it takes me by surprise — angled like this, he feels bigger than ever, and the moment his crown strikes my g-spot, I let out a cry of pleasure as I nearly come from that alone. It doesn’t take me long to actually come again as he starts ramming into me with such ferocity, such base desire that I feel like an animal.
