by Frankie Love
Her lips part as she takes a deep breath. The concave dip at the base of her neck deepening as she breathes, as if she’s holding her breathe for whatever happens next.
I don’t move, just watch her as she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down, stepping out of them. And then she’s before me.
And I don’t fucking know how a night that started with me BS-ing with the guys at the whiskey bar has landed me here, with this innocent creature, who is bare, undone, offering herself to me.
But Tess, in her stripped-down state, is a force to be reckoned with. She isn’t like any girl I’ve ever known.
Tess is raw, vulnerable. Transparent in her desire for me, she stands before me with her hands grazing her body, her fingers sweeping across her perfect little pussy.
And right now, with her clothes shed, I know what she wants.
Her thighs glisten with wetness as her eyes plant themselves on my obvious hard-on. Her hands touch her breasts, desperate in her longing. It’s as if there’s an ache in her belly and she wants it gone.
And I’m the only one who can set her free.
TESS
I’ve never felt so exposed in my life.
But I’ve also never felt so wanted.
I never knew tacos were such an aphrodisiac, but they are. Maybe it’s the spicy salsa, burning us up.
I don’t know. I just want—scratch that, need—Jack to take me. Hard. Like, now. Otherwise I’m gonna have to press a finger inside myself, circle my clit all on my own. Because I can’t stand here, staring at this man for much longer, without letting myself orgasm.
He is that hot.
I’ve never seen Jack undressed in any shape or form. He takes off his shirt, and as he does, I can’t help myself. My fingers graze lower, to my downy hair, and press themselves into my opening.
“Damn girl, where did you come from?” His eyes are on the space between my legs.
“I was here all along,” I tell him, touching myself because he isn’t.
He takes off his pants and all that’s left is his boxers, which are hiding the one part of him I need to see the most.
“Let me see you,” I ask in a whisper. The loft is so silent, so still. It’s only our voices here, our breath. Our bodies.
He takes off his boxers, and his cock springs to life. I could tell from how hard he was under his pants that he had a cock girls fantasize about, but this isn’t even my wildest dreams.
No wonder Ashley was freaking out in public about the breakup. She’s taken this cock plenty of times, and knows what she’ll be missing.
But tonight, I’ll have him in me. And all I want is to be devoured.
“You’re so big, Jack,” I tell him, my breath short as my anticipation grows.
“Does that scare you?” he asks, stepping toward me, stroking himself. He comes so close I can feel his tip against my belly.
“I’m not scared of anything,” I tell him. Because I’m not. When you’ve been where I come from, nothing scares you anymore.
He kisses me again, holding my face with both his hands, and I moan, knowing, now, what is to come.
My body is already thrumming. Ready.
He picks me up with the strength I knew he had, holding me in his arms, carrying me to his bed. As he carries me, I notice my surroundings for the first time.
The loft is open; bookshelves are used as dividers to separate the fluid spaces. Everything is white or wooden, with green plants everywhere. It’s a jungle oasis in this skyscraper. So crisp, so fresh. So natural.
I’ve never been in a house like this. It feels magical, like someone drew this room in the pages of a coloring book ... but somehow it’s real.
His bed is raised from the ground with massive ropes on all four corners. As he sets me down, it swings ever so slightly.
“You sleep on this?” I ask, my head falling against the white pillows, my legs stretched out on the duvet.
“I do, but you won’t be, not tonight.” He follows me onto the bed, hovering above me. His cock is so thick, the only thing between us.
“Show me what we’ll do tonight.” I spread my legs, my pussy so ready, so wanting.
On his knees before me, his inked-up arms run down my torso, stopping at my thighs. He smacks them gently, then his hands grip my ass.
I gasp, my back arches.
He smiles.
He runs a hand over my opening, teasing me. Delighting me. Fingers slip into my folds, circling my pleasure spots.
“You like to be touched, don’t you?” he asks softly.
“I do.”
“What else do you like?” He moves his fingers faster, in and out, his thumb against my clit, his other finger deep inside me, pulsing against my pussy walls. “Tell me what else you want, Tess.”
I feel myself release against his fingers, and he takes his hand from me, grabbing my thighs. My wetness glistens on my skin.
He gets off the bed, pulls me to the edge. He stands before me, his bed the perfect height for him to enter me.
I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock is so close to me. I want it inside my pussy. I want it inside my mouth. I want to suck him and lick him, and come all over him.
“I want you to fuck me, Jack, now.”
“Good.” He rolls on a condom, and as he does I can’t take my eyes off his cock. It’s so thick, so long. I moan, my pussy still dripping with desire. I need him in me. “You think you can handle it?” he asks, his eyes on me.
“I’ll die trying.”
He spreads my legs again. My pussy lips are already warmed up, but nothing could prepare me for his rod.
“Oh, God,” I scream, my fingers digging into the bed. Not because I want him to stop, but because I have never been fucked with a cock so impressive, with a cock that filled me up so well.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “Because you know you want it.”
“I do want it. I want it so bad. I want your huge cock in my pussy.”
His pecs flex as he pulls my legs over his shoulders, as he thrusts inside of me, just like I asked.
“How bad did you say you wanted it?” he asks, liking the dirty talk—and that’s good, because I do, too. It fulfills my fantasy, the way I always imagined Jack coming in me.
But this is no dream. This is real.
“I want to be fucked until I scream your name. I want to be fucked until I forget where I am.”
That seems to be what he wants to hear, because he comes in me deeper, filling me completely. As he moves inside of me, the bed moves too, and we’re in a rhythm, in sync.
“I’m so close, Jack. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
“Cover my cock with your come. You know you want to.”
“Yeah, I do,” I tell him, moaning loudly.
He takes me until I explode.
“Jack. Jack. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
I feel his release inside of me. The warmth in my pussy makes me writhe in pleasure, causes another wave to crash over me as he thrusts for the final time.
When we both finish, he lays beside me on the bed; both of us are gasping for breath. Turning my face to look at him, I see his eyes are already on me.
“What?” I ask.
His clear blue eyes are on mine, and this feels like more than a fuck, even though that’s exactly what it is.
“I did not expect this night to be like this,” he says.
“Like what?”
“So damn perfect.”
Chapter Five
JACK
The next morning, I wake with a still-sleeping Tess beside me. I wasn’t going to make her leave last night.
I’m not an asshole, and I know Tess is not some average one-night stand. I am going to be seeing her, presumably, for the rest of my life. She’s close with everyone I’m friends with.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
But then she rolls toward me, and her perfect, perky breasts are exposed, and I know this was the
best decision of my life.
Lowering myself under the blankets, I decide to wake her up so she feels as amazing as she looks. Last night she fucked me so hard, in a way that I will never forget.
I can do my best to repay the favor.
We fell asleep naked, so now, as I gently spread her legs, I have easy access to her little mound. Her legs subconsciously wrap around my neck, and I begin to lick her folds, wanting to pull her awake with an orgasm.
My tongue glides over her slit, up and down, and she soon begins to release her wetness on my tongue, tasting like honey, sweet and sticky. Damn, I fucking want to eat her until she’s pouring if she tastes this fine.
My scruffy, few-week-old beard rubs against her thighs, and I kiss her skin, my hands reaching toward her perfect tits, her nipples hard and excited, even while she sleeps.
My cock is so hard, so turned on, but right now I am focused on her. I suck her clit, my mouth devouring her, and I can tell she’s starting to wake up by the sounds she begins to make.
“Ohhhh, baby,” she purrs. “Oh, yeah, suck me hard.” Her hands find my hair and she squeezes the legs that wrap my head.
Tess shocked me last night. She seems so innocent, so naive—but that girl knew how to talk dirty, how to make my cock rock hard, how to come again and again.
Just like she is right now.
Her juice is pouring out and she gasps, tightening her hold on me. And I don’t care if I can’t fucking breathe. I want her to orgasm so hard, I want her to gush nice and good all over me.
“Oh Jack, fuck, fuck, yeah.” When she stops coming and lowers her legs from their hold, I pull down the bed sheets, grinning up at her.
“Morning sunshine,” I say, squeezing her little nipple.
“You are in so much trouble,” she scolds, with a smile.
“Was it bad of me to wake you up? Are you one of those girls who needs their beauty sleep?”
“Well, I am, but I suppose I can’t stay mad at you,” she says, pushing my hand away from her breast. “I mean, I can’t think of the last time I woke up and orgasmed with something besides a vibrator.”
“So when you make yourself come, what are you imagining?” I roll over next to her on the bed. The sheets are pushed off the mattress.
“Basically what just happened. A scruffy-faced man sucking me dry.”
I laugh. “You don’t hold back, do you Tess?”
“Not much.”
“I like that.”
“I bet you’d like something else, too,” she says, mischievously.
“What’s that?”
“Looks like you could use some help with that.” Her eyes lower to my stiff cock.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, thinking of the hundred ways I’d like to fuck her before she leaves my loft.
“I want to ride you,” she says, crawling on top of me. Her tits are bouncing, her pussy slick. And my cock is so ready. “I want to ride you so fucking hard.”
She lifts herself onto me, her eyes closed as she is filled.
And then she moves her hips, swiveling against me until we come, again, and again.
After Tess and I shower and dress, I make us coffee and a few pieces of toast and try to think of ways to thank her for coming to my rescue. And also for coming in general. So many fucking times. My sheets are soaked, and hell, we had ourselves a good time.
“So do you work today?” I ask her as she spreads raspberry jam on her slice of bread.
“Nope, got today off. Have to do laundry though, and need to get some groceries. It’s my Sunday routine. Errands and clean up my studio.”
I don’t want to ask anything that might shift the dynamic. But I am curious about her life. I know nothing besides the fact that she works at the casino.
“Do you live nearby?”
“Near old town.” She states the fact as vaguely and as simply as possible.
“How long have you lived in Vegas?” I pour more coffee into my cup and top hers off as well.
“About a year.”
When she doesn’t add any more details, I don’t press.
“So,” I begin again, trying a different topic. “Think things will be awkward with everyone?”
“With like Emmy and Claire and the guys?”
“Yeah, I mean, do you think they will think...”
She smiles, looking away as if she is bashful. Already I miss the Tess I got to know in the bedroom, the Tess who told me what she wanted, who gave more and more of herself until she was undone.
It seems like the girl evaporated the moment she put her clothes on and washed her face.
“Well, my friends knew about my crush. And they’re going to be asking questions. Lots.”
“And what will you tell them?”
She shrugs. “Nothing.”
I swallow, wondering why her answer rubs me the wrong way.
“You don’t want them to know about last night?”
“Do you?” she asks. “Honestly, you don’t need drama right now. I’ve read the news and you don’t need anyone talking.”
“Our friends won’t sell me out.”
“I know, but people overhear, or well-intentioned people accidentally slip up. All the time. The last thing you need is the press to get wind of a fling.”
“I didn’t really read much of the news on the break-up.”
“Well, that’s probably a good thing. It was rough.” She bites her lip, as if holding back.
“What?”
“I just don’t think we should mention last night to anyone.”
I don’t know why her insistence on this staying on the down-low bothers me. Especially since Ashley told the media everything about us, whether it was true or not. But for some reason, the fact that Tess doesn’t want anyone to know she slept with me bugs me.
To be honest, I want the world to know we fucked and that it literally blew my mind.
“Are you embarrassed about having been with me?” I ask her.
He eyes bug out of her head. “No.”
“Well, then why ... never mind.” I shake my head, feeling like my alphaness is going out the window with each moment I dwell on this. So what? She doesn’t want to sleep and tell. That’s a good thing, especially after the relationship I just ended.
But Tess seems to gather what I’m implying, without me needing to say it.
“Look,” she says. “I had an amazing time last night. And this morning. Like, you aren’t some asshole, you are a complete gentleman. You could have told me to leave last night after we fucked, but you woke up, made me come, and then made me coffee. You’re a good guy, Jack. It’s just, this is a one-time thing, right?”
I nod, knowing that it should be a one-time thing. Tess is a sort-of friend, and nothing more. I barely know the girl.
“So us telling people about it just creates drama. I don’t want the attention, Jack. Even if it is just from our friends. I don’t want to be in the limelight—with them, or the press, or anyone.”
“That’s cool,” I tell her. “Honestly. I just have an ego. Don’t want a girl to walk away unsatisfied.”
She sets her empty coffee cup in the sink, then grabs her purse from the kitchen counter.
“No worries there, I’m completely satisfied.” She leans over and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Jack. Last night you made me feel incredible. It’s been a while since I felt that good about myself.”
“I sent for a car. It should be waiting for you. But let me walk you out.”
She smiles. “Thanks.”
We take the elevator down to the lobby. We stand side by side, and it isn’t an awkward silence that fills the air, more of a why is this ending so soon silence.
I know Tess is the last thing I need right now. A yearlong cluster-fuck of a relationship should turn me off of women for a while. But Tess isn’t just some woman.
And, hell, I don’t know what she is exactly ... but it’s worth finding out.
As the elevator st
ops on the ground floor, I reach for her hands before the doors slide open.
“Can I take you out again?”
The doors open, and before she can answer, the paparazzi overwhelm us. Photos are taken, one after another, as we press through the crowd.
The limo is waiting, and I see fear in her eyes. Pure pain. She wasn’t fucking around about not wanting drama.
“I can’t ... Jack, I gotta go. Now.”
She ducks into the limo as the driver opens the door for her.
And they’re gone before I can ask her to stay.
TESS
Shit. Shit. Shitttttt.
I want to scream. Probably both.
Fuck.
The limo drops me off, but some of those shitty paparazzi followed us here and continue taking my photo as the driver opens my door, and as I jam my key into the door leading to my studio apartment.
“Get the fuck away,” I yell at them. “Seriously, go.” I’m not playing nice, because this is my worst nightmare and it is literally all my fault.
I should have never played with fire. Never have gone with Jack Fucking Harris to dinner, to bed. Hell, I never should have become friends with such high-profile people in the first place.
I came to Vegas to disappear. Not to be on page nine of some gossip magazine. I came here to hide.
And now ... I’m terrified I’ll be exposed.
Once inside my studio, I take off yesterday’s clothes, find a pair of sweats, an old hoodie. I put the kettle on for some tea, and as it heats up I dig in my closet, under a box of books, to make sure my money is there. Not that it wouldn’t be, but that cache of cash is my one safeguard. If I need to leave, I can. And that money will ensure that I can start over.
I take last night’s tips from my wallet and shove them in my money box, lock it back up. Closing my closet door, I make four strides, back and forth, the width of my place. This apartment is my favorite place in the world, my teeny-tiny sanctuary that has now been compromised.
The paparazzi followed me here.
Dammit!
The kettle screeches and I make myself some lemon-ginger tea, hoping the ache in my belly disappears. Screw groceries and laundry. I don’t want to step foot outside this apartment.
