by Lacey Thorn
“How attached to these panties are you?” he asked.
“What?” she asked, too dazed to get what he was asking.
“I’m sorry,” he said and placed one more kiss on her inner thigh.
“For what?” she managed to ask.
“For this,” he said and moved his hands to grab the lacy material at her left hip. With a hard pull he ripped the material in two, then holding her gaze, moved to her opposite hip and did the same.
Her stomach trembled, her pussy rippled, releasing more cream to dampen her folds, and her breath caught in her throat as he held her gaze, grabbing the top of her ripped panties and pulling them down to fully uncover her.
He tugged the material away easily and tossed them. She could feel the heat of his stare on her and closed her eyes. What was he thinking? She kept herself groomed, preferring to keep some of her curls trimmed and covering her mound instead of waxing it all off. Jacey teased her that she was putting a welcome mat out but not inviting anyone over. Every time they went to get waxed Jacey would try to talk her into getting it all removed. But that wasn’t for her.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jack finally spoke, breaking into her nervous internal chatter. She felt the trace of his fingers over her plump folds and shuddered with pleasure. “I love that you aren’t bare.”
He didn’t clarify why but she didn’t care when she felt his tongue move along the seam of her lips, tracing her from those curls all the way down to her opening. Her hands moved, and though she wanted to clench them in his hair and hold him close, she forced them to relax and just brush through his hair.
He flattened his tongue against her and moaned as if the taste of her was incredible. The tip of his tongue moved to rim her opening and his moan sounded again. His lips pressed in, surrounding her, and then his tongue was fucking inside her, rubbing, thrusting, claiming.
She cried out and her fingers did clench but he didn’t seem to mind. He used one hand to spread her lips wide, opening her further to his eyes and mouth. He pulled his tongue from her and traced back up to her clitoris. He glanced up at her and held her gaze captive.
His tongue traced all around the swollen bud of her clit, teasing and further stimulating it. Then he flattened his tongue again and pressed over the swollen bud, rubbing up and down. The other hand skimmed along her inner thigh until his fingers were at her opening, one digit dipping inside.
“Jack,” she cried his name and knew her eyes were begging him.
His tongue pulled back inside his mouth, his lips wrapped around the bud and he began to suck softly on it. One finger was joined by another and he scissored them inside her, rubbing and stretching the sheath of her pussy. His every move was slow and soft.
He moved his mouth back again but kept his fingers moving in and out of her. “Touch yourself for me, Dee. Play with those gorgeous nipples.”
They ached for touch and she was happy to give it to them, to let him see her do it. She licked her thumbs and ran them over her nipples until they were wet, hard points. He groaned and she pinched them between her fingers, catching her breath and dipping her eyes closed as the sensations washed over her.
“Look at me,” his voice was hard and rough with need.
She forced them open and met his gaze once more.
His fingers began to fuck her faster, rubbing her walls with each thrust. He took her clit into his mouth again and sucked more forcibly on it, his tongue flicking and jabbing at it. She pinched harder, her hips lifting closer to his face as she crept higher and higher toward orgasm.
When it came it was a violent storm raging through her. Orgasm claimed her ruthlessly and she cried out with the erotic pleasure of it. Her fingers clamped down tight on her nipples, using that sharp pleasurable-pain to prolong the moment as long as she could. Slowly, she released them and let her hips ease down to rest against the cushions again.
Jack turned his face to trail kisses along her inner thighs again. He pulled his fingers from her, triggering another smaller rush of pleasure that was no less intense.
“You’re so beautiful, Dee.”
She smiled. That was all she had the energy to do at the moment. Somewhere inside her heart stuttered, because this was Jack, her Jack, looking at her and saying she was beautiful. But she refused to think on it. There would be time for that later, when she was alone. Just sex. She had to keep reminding herself of that.
He shifted away from her, trailing his hands over her naked skin as he moved to stand beside the couch. His shirt had come untucked here and there. His hair was mussed from her fingers. But what held her gaze the longest was the bulge of his cock where it lay hard beneath the faded denim of his well-worn jeans. Until it finally dawned on her that while she was completely naked, Jack was completely dressed.
“Little overdressed, don’t you think?”
He grinned and held his hand out to her to help her up. “Best if my clothes stay on until we get to those condoms.”
“But I want to taste you.”
He shook his head. “Not a good idea right now, Dee. I’m close to losing control as it is and I want to be buried deep inside that hot little pussy of yours when I come the first time with you.”
“The first time?”
“We have all night,” he said, but there was a bit of a question to it as well, as if he were asking if he could spend the night with her.
She used his hand to help pull herself up to her feet and nodded. She definitely wanted him to stay the night.
“Apparently we can both still move,” she said.
“I have my work cut out for me then,” he agreed huskily. “Bedroom and condoms.”
“Bedroom and condoms,” she agreed.
Holding his hand, she led him down the hall to her bedroom. She’d left the soft glow of a lamp on earlier in the evening just as she always did. She hated walking into a dark room. Thank heavens it wasn’t all that cluttered tonight with just a few discarded clothes tossed on her chair and a rejected pair of heels on the floor.
She released his hand and moved over to open the drawer in her bedside table, pulling out the box of condoms. Opening it, she pulled one out and turned back to him. Her breath caught at the sight of his naked chest. He’d tossed his shirt while she’d been turned and even now his hands worked on releasing his belt and opening his jeans.
His chest was just as broad as she remembered though he’d gained more muscle over the years. The dark mat of hair still covered his chest and her nipples tightened again at the thought of rubbing against him. She stopped in front of him and let her hands move out to touch that chest, her fingers moving through his thick mat of hair.
“You are so gorgeous,” she told him, her eyes devouring the sight of him.
“I’m glad you think so.”
His hands moved to trace up her sides, leaving his jeans hanging open. He was so tall, taller now that she wasn’t in her heels anymore. But even with them on he’d towered over her, in her bare feet he was a full foot taller than she.
He bent his head and she lifted hers up to meet him. Their mouths brushed, retreated and came back for a deeper greeting. Lips meshed, tongues clashed and tangled. Her hands moved up to grip his shoulders and hold tight while his moved down to grip her ass and lift her up to him.
She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and held tightly while he carried her across the room to the bed. He bent to lower her, setting on the side of the bed, and she let her hands trace over his chest and down over his hard abs as he stood back up. He reached down and took the condom from her, freeing that hand to explore unhindered with her other.
She gripped the sides of his opened jeans and tugged them lower, licking her lips as the head of his cock was finally revealed, peeking over the band of what looked like a snug pair of boxer briefs. She heard the tear of the condom wrapper and leaned forward while his hands were busy.
She shoved his pants farther down on his thighs and then did the same with his boxers. His cock
was long and thick and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside her but she wanted to taste him first. She wanted that drop of cream that covered the slit in the head of his cock. She wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed while she ran her tongue up the length to lick over the head and taste his pre-cum. He was heaven.
“Fuck, Dee,” he said, one hand clenched in her hair, tugging her away from him. “I’m on the edge here.”
She wanted him on the edge. Wanted him to take her hard and fast this first time. First time. Oh yeah, that sounded nice.
“Why don’t you pull the covers back while I strip and sheathe my cock?”
She pressed one more kiss and watched his abdominal muscles clench and ripple as she pulled away. She licked her lips again, tasting him on them before nodding.
He released her hair and she sat and watched for a minute as he toed off his shoes and shucked the jeans and boxers in a heap on top of them. Reaching down, he pulled first one sock and then the other off before standing back up. Their eyes clashed before hers dropped, watching as he palmed his cock and gave it a stroke and a squeeze before using his other hand to roll the condom on.
Belatedly she turned over to pull the comforter back and heard him catch his breath. She glanced back and saw his eyes fixated on her ass, which was right in front of him now that she was on her hands and knees.
“Don’t move,” he whispered. “I want you just like that.” She watched him jerk his gaze up to meet her eyes. “You okay with that?”
One hand came out to rub over her ass and dip down to finger her pussy from behind. She shuddered a breath. “Yes.”
“Back up just a bit,” he urged and his hands guided her back so that her knees were close to the edge. He moved between her legs, pressing her knees just a bit wider as he stepped into position behind her.
One hand pressed on her lower back, urging her to bend forward just a bit more and she rested her elbows on the bed, leaning down so that her face was buried in her forearms. Her hips shifted higher, better opening her to his gaze and cock.
She felt his hands on her, fingers stroking through her drenched folds as if making sure she was ready. Then she felt the head of his cock. He let his shaft glide along her wet pussy lips, adding her cream to the pre-lubed condom. He stroked her that way, letting the head bump against her clit with every stroke.
“I won’t last long this first time, Dee.” His voice was rougher, deeper. “But I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“Just fuck me,” she begged, surprising them both.
With a groan he let the head lodge in her opening and pressed inside her. One torturously slow thrust that continued until he filled her completely. When he was buried as deep as he could get he stopped and held still. His hands clenched at her hips and she knew she would bear his marks on her skin come morning.
“Jack,” she whispered, and her pussy clenched around him.
“Fuck,” he swore, his breath coming harder and faster. “Give me a minute, baby. Just a minute.”
She tried to hold still, even turned her right palm so that she could bury her teeth into the fleshy pad there to hold back her cries for him to move. He was close. He’d told her that. But that was okay because she was too. Her pussy clenched and released around his cock again and his hands did the same where they gripped her hips.
“Fuck,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed.
And finally, praise Jesus, he did just that. Slow and easy at first he pumped in and out of her, never quite pulling all the way free before thrusting deep again. He was deep, so incredibly deep, and it was all she could do to muffle her screams of pleasure.
His tempo picked up, growing faster with every stroke, his cock pushing harder and impossibly deeper. She swore she could feel him all the way into her womb.
“I’m coming,” he moaned.
“Yes,” she moaned. Permission if he wanted it. Agreement if he needed it. She wanted him to come, could feel another orgasm beginning for her.
He cried out and the hard timbre washing over her sent her spiraling off the edge again into mindless pleasure. He slammed deep and stayed there, flexing his hips to the point that he lifted her knees clear off the bed and had her sliding farther down on his shaft.
She screamed, couldn’t contain it as intense pleasure and pain mixed at how deep he was inside her. She felt his release through the thin barrier of the condom and shuddered out a breath as she fought for air. She wiggled a bit and he shuddered behind her and collapsed over her back. Her knees hit the bed and his shaft began to soften with his release.
“Did I hurt you?” he panted.
“No,” she said. There had been that one brief moment when he’d lifted her knees and impaled her farther but the brief flash of pain had bled quickly into pleasure. Plus, she’d never had an orgasm like the ones he’d given her.
He stood up, pulling free of her and she slumped to the bed, sucking air. Her heart was still racing, her whole body boneless, and she marveled at the fact that he was still standing.
“Bathroom?”
“The door over there,” she managed to point a finger toward her master bath and closed her eyes as he moved in that direction. She had to catch her breath so that she could have a round two. She’d just rest for a minute, just a minute while he cleaned up.
Chapter Four
She’d fallen asleep. She couldn’t believe that she’d finally gotten Jack—Jack, for god’s sake—in her bed and she’d fallen asleep after having sex. Only once. She’d had him only once. And now with the morning light she was in bed alone, meaning he’d left at some point during the night. And that made him another one-night stand. With Mike, that made two. Jacey would be proud. Dee was a “ho” in the making. So why did it hurt?
She’d been the one who’d said they were all wrong, that she could have a one-night stand without her emotions playing a role. And, damn it, she could. She would. She had to shake this off. First, she had to quit wallowing in her bed and hit the shower. Then she had clothes to pick up off her living room floor and a pair of ripped panties to find.
She still smelled like sex and Jack and, if she was going to think straight, she had to wash that off. Besides, she had a plane to catch in a few hours. She had a meeting with her boss to go over his schedule for the next few months.
She loved the convenience of working from her home, setting her own hours and having all the free time she wanted, as long as she stayed on top of her boss’ schedule. She was a virtual assistant. She did all the things that a personal assistant would do in an office, only without the office. She took care of his schedule, travel arrangements, speaking engagements, projects, as well as some of his more personal things. Like sending his mom a birthday card and gift, as well as occasionally sending flowers to a woman he was moving on from. She’d worked for him since she’d graduated from school and they had a great repartee between them.
Once in a while she would need to travel and meet him at a venue but not that often. He’d been on a tour in Europe for the last six weeks and she’d overseen the entire thing from her computer at home. They used Skype when they needed to but most of the time it was through email, text, or phone conversations. She was good at her job and that meant she didn’t have to travel very much.
She pushed the covers back and gingerly stepped from the bed. She was sore, and glancing down at her hips, she smiled at the fingermark bruises where Jack had gripped her and held on. Her breasts were sore and one of them had a red hickey-type mark. She walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her appearance showed a woman who’d been well used the night before. She loved it. She hated it. She just shook her head and groaned. Sleeping with Jack was a complication she didn’t need, especially since he wouldn’t be shipping out again.
She turned and started the water running in the shower. Hot water and coffee. That was what she needed right now. And work. Work would keep her focused on other things and maybe by the time she returned on
Friday she’d be able to handle her current mess better. One thing was certain, her boss would keep her busy and laughing with all the stories he’d surely have to share about Europe.
He was a dynamic guy, which was why he had so many speaking engagements across the globe. She’d sent her resume to him a week shy of graduation, her degree in marketing a given. In fact, it had been a dare from Jacey that had prompted it. Jacey was always daring her to do stuff. But that time it had worked out.
She’d thought it was a joke when she’d answered her phone and the voice on the other end had stated he was Grunwald Netherly calling for her. He wouldn’t make the call himself, right? But he had and within ten minutes she was calling him Grun as if they were old friends and agreeing to meet him in his hometown of Chicago for a personal interview.
She’d booked a hotel but he’d snuffed that idea the first night, insisting she stayed with him. He owned a huge house just outside the city, a fully staffed house. And there was no better chaperone than his mother who lived with him. Dee loved her immediately.
Grunwald, she found out, was a name that suited him. He was eccentric, flighty, temperamental and obnoxious as hell most of the time. He was also brilliant and believed in giving back. He did a lot of work behind the scenes for charities and donated money as if it was water. Which for him, it seemed to be. He came from money and made more of it.
He’d published more books than she could count, taught online classes for several local schools when it interested him and spoke all over the world on how to be a published author, the importance of self-promotion, finding an agent and any number of other things that people wanted him to talk about. The man was just brilliant and everyone loved him. Including Dee.
Jack was right. She was very lucky. She had a job she loved that earned her great money all from the convenience of her home. She traveled when she wanted to, or on rare occasions when she needed to. She’d learned more about marketing from Grun than she had her entire time in college. She grinned, thinking about how lucky she really was. She had no room to complain.
