Fuck me. Straight to the point.
“I want you,” I whispered.
I gasped when he grabbed me by my upper arms and spun me roughly to face him before he slammed me back against the door and placed his lips down on mine.
He thrust his tongue into my mouth before I felt him reach down and grasp my thighs. He roughly parted my legs before I felt him lift me by my hips.
I grabbed hold of his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips. I moaned when I felt him rock against me, feeling him so much more in this position. I grabbed the collar of his jacket and pushed it back, smiling against his lips when I felt him shrug his shoulders to pull it off. He threw it to the floor before I felt him grasp the bottom of my jacket against the door.
I quickly did the same with my own jacket, relieved when he grabbed it and tugged it down over my arms. I grabbed it from him and threw it over his shoulder, giggling when he wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked. “Unless you want me to . . .” He gestured his head to the door before giving me one of his sexy grins.
“First door on the left,” I whispered before I bent my head and kissed behind his ear.
He stepped back, wobbling when I tugged on his earlobe with my teeth.
“Ah, shit,” he gritted out before I felt him tighten his arm around my waist. He walked straight to my door, stopping at it to reach down and grasp the handle. He huffed after a moment when he couldn’t grab it.
“Do you need help finding the knob?” I giggled against his neck, unable to resist from taunting him.
“I got it.” Seconds later, he pushed the door open before he marched us through the doorway and stopped at the bottom of the bed. He lowered me down to the floor, chuckling when my heels fell off before my feet could touch the carpet.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly turned us before giving him a gentle shove until he was sitting on the end of my bed. I smiled when he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him. He parted his legs and pulled me closer until I was standing between his legs.
Looking down at him, I knew that he had been with many women and I knew that there was a chance that I would never measure up to them. They were beautiful, glamorous, and way more experienced than I was sexually. As I looked down at him, loving the way he looked up at me, I knew that right here, right now, they no longer existed for him. He looked at me like I was the only one for him and I loved the way that made me feel.
I reached down and grasped the hem of my dress before I slowly peeled it up my body.
Every inch of skin that was exposed, it felt like his eyes were burning into me and it was a burn that I think I was more than happy to blaze in.
Chapter Ten
Jack
Watching her pull that sinful as fuck dress up her long body was making me hard as hell. This woman had been making me sexually frustrated daily for a while but as she revealed her body to me—the body that I had been obsessing over in my shower fantasies—I knew that one night of her was never going to be anywhere fucking close to enough.
She had burned me and it was a burn that I knew I was never going to soothe if we weren’t together.
She pulled the dress over her head, her hair falling down her back as she tossed it aside on the floor.
I looked down and grasped her hips, loving the sight of her in the lingerie. She was lit up in the light from the doorway and it was enough to ruin any fantasy I may have had of her. The real deal was more fucking sexier than anything I could have ever predicted. She was wearing the sexiest fucking white bra and matching boy shorts. It had lace trim around the cups that led to the sexiest fucking cleavage I’d ever seen.
I had always been a thong man but seeing her in these shorts that cupped her ass cheeks. Fuck me, she looked like my own wet dream come to life. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her stomach over her belly button.
“That tickles.” She trailed her hand through the top of my hair before resting it at the back.
I grabbed the back of my t-shirt and quickly pulled it up, revealing my upper body to her. I loved the way that her eyes travelled over my chest before moving to the tattoos on my arms.
“Come here,” I whispered. I placed my hands on the back of her thighs, the tips of my fingers gently touching the curves of her delectable ass cheeks and pulled her closer.
She quickly took the hint and placed her knee to the side of me, climbing astride me.
“Like that?” she asked. The action brought her cleavage level with my face. She settled her ass down in the gap between my parted legs before placing her hands on either side of my neck. “Don’t drop me,” she whispered. “I don’t want to fall.”
I stared up at her, getting the sense that she was talking about something else. Was she trying to tell me that she didn’t want to fall? That this was just a one-time thing and that falling wasn’t even an option?
“I think I’d like to fall with you,” I whispered.
Being honest with a woman was never something that I usually did but I had wanted this woman for far too long. I’m not saying I wanted forever but I was happy to take a little longer than just one night.
“I don’t believe in Prince Charming, Jack.” She shook her head and it made me want to kick my own fucking ass at how defeated she looked. “I never took you as a forever guy.” She brought her face closer to mine. “Don’t change for me, okay?” She stared into my eyes, waiting for me.
“Okay,” I whispered. I really didn’t know how to fucking reply to that. I didn’t expect her to fall at my feet but I also didn’t expect her to say that.
She pressed her lips to mine before pushing me back, making me lose all thought and reason. When she was on top of me like this, my body took complete control.
I grabbed her around the waist and rolled us over before crawling up the bed, chuckling when she clung to me, her arms and legs wrapping around me, bringing her body flush against mine. I collapsed down against her, chuckling when her hands immediately went down to my belt buckle.
“Eager, are we?” I asked.
“Yes.” She quickly undoes my belt buckle and pops open the button on my jeans. “Off. Now,” she ordered.
“You’re sexy when you order me around.” I climbed off the bed, kicking my shoes off before standing up and undoing the zip. I groaned when she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her underwear and began sliding them down her sexy as silk legs. “Ah, fuck.” I quickly grabbed a condom out of my pocket and shoved my jeans down my legs before kicking them off to the side.
She kneeled up on the bed, unclasped her bra and tossed it at me with a wicked smile on her face.
“I never knew you were so dominating in the bedroom.” I loved teasing her as that beautiful blush never failed to disappoint me.
“What can I say? I’m a naughty elf.” She reached out and pulled me toward her before collapsing back down on the mattress. I tossed the condom next to us, loving the sight of her beneath me.
“Maybe you and Santa need to have a performance review.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her again, loving the laugh that escaped her.
“I think that could be beneficial,” she whispered in a sexy tone. “I am sure there’s a lot that Santa could teach me about where I’m going wrong.” As she said this, she moved her hand down between us and grasped my cock, giving me a few pumps.
“I think my naughty elf is teaching me a few things,” I gritted out. I moved my hand down and pushed two fingers into her, fucking loving how wet and warm she felt.
She moaned when I thrust my fingers inside of her, arching her back. This brought my attention to her tits that were begging for my mouth.
I dipped my head and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, chuckling when she rocked her hips against my hand. Her hand dug into the back of my hair, holding me against her breast, obviously loving my mouth on her.
I could feel her begin to tighten around my fingers, so I quickly pulled them
out and leaned back, kneeling in between her legs.
“Where are you going?” She had a sexy pout on her face and I knew that she had well and truly screwed my entire fucking world up. “I was almost . . .”
“I know.” I grabbed the condom next to her head and quickly tore it open before sheathing it over my cock. “I want to be inside of you when you come.”
“Do you only have one . . .?” She looked down at the condom in my hand, obviously disappointed at the idea.
“Only one with me.” I pumped my cock a few times before I grasped myself and lined my cock up with her entrance. “One time with you is nowhere near enough, Faith.”
She looked up at me surprised.
“Is the manwhore actually committing to something?” she joked.
“I already told you,” I whispered before leaning down and kissing her lips. I pushed my cock inside of her heat before pulling back and thrusting back in. “I’d like to fall with you.”
I thrust my hips forward, groaning as her muscles tightened around mine.
She moaned at the action before she parted her lips and pulled my mouth down to hers.
“Enough talking,” she whispered against my lips before she wrapped her legs around my waist and rocked up against me.
Chapter Eleven
Faith
Lying in bed the next morning, I chuckled when I saw Emma walking past the open bedroom door. We hadn’t closed it after our night together and Emma had no tact. Seconds later, she proved it by walking straight into my bedroom and plonking herself down on the bottom of my bed.
The action woke up Jack and I could have smacked her for it. I was enjoying my uninterrupted staring at him.
“What’s going on?” he gritted out. His arm tightened around me before he leaned down and kissed the top of my head where I was laying it on his chest.
“Aw, you guys!” She let out a loud squeal before she continued, “You two are so damn cute together.”
“Emma!” I snapped. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I glared at her, waiting for her to get the hint.
She rolled her eyes at me before she got up off the bed.
“Obviously, I’m intruding,” she needlessly declared. “I’ll see you both at the workshop later,” she called before she closed the door.
“Sorry about that.” I lay back into the crook of his arm, smiling up at him.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked. He grinned down at me before I felt his hand begin tangling in the strands of my hair.
“You,” I admitted. “Just surprised that you’re still here.” I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing how to explain my thoughts without them coming across as bitchy.
“Surprised,” he muttered, repeating the word. “Because I’m a manwhore.” He didn’t use his fingers to indicate quotation marks but his voice did.
Did he really not see himself as a manwhore?
“Jack . . .” I started. I held the blanket to my chest, not wanting to start an argument naked but he seemed content to want to have this conversation now. I wrapped the blanket around me and scooted to the edge of the bed.
I froze when I felt the mattress dip and seconds later, Jack came around the bed, wearing only his boxers.
“Don’t run away from me yet,” he said before he knelt down in front of me, stopping me from escaping. “Why am I getting the impression that last night was just . . .?” He stared at me for a moment before he reached up and tucked a loose strand behind my ear. “Was last night just a one-night stand?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I whispered. “If I say it was just one night, I’m lying to you and if I say it was more than a one-night stand, I’m kidding myself.” I placed my hand on his. “Either way I lose.”
He stared up at me and I knew what he must have been thinking. He was probably thinking that I was being such a girl about it.
“Okay.” He nodded his head before he spoke again. “Last night was amazing.”
He gave me one of those boyish smiles of his that I loved so much.
“It was,” I whispered.”
“And it’s something that I definitely want to do again.” He leaned up and kissed me, swallowing my moan as he did. “So, I’ll say what I said to you before. Give me one chance. One chance to do this and let’s see what happens.”
“What about all of those other girls?” I asked.
“They don’t mean anything to me,” he gritted out. “I want you. Just you.” He looked so honest and truthful when he said that.
I wanted so desperately to accept what he was offering me but I was afraid to. I had never had anything long-term or serious with a guy but if he wanted to give this a go, I was willing to try if he was.
“Okay,” I whispered. “One chance. No other girls.”
“None.” He beamed at me, giving me a breath-taking smile before he leaned up and sat next to me on the bed. “One chance,” he vowed, repeating my words back to me. “One chance and only one girl.” He gave me a sexy wink before he leaned down and kissed my lips before pushing me down on the bed.
The weeks had slowly passed and it was now Christmas Eve.
Emma and Paul had decided to go and visit her parents so it would just be me and Jack. Neither of us had family that we still spoke to, so we had decided to spend Christmas together.
I was excited about it. Jack had always been unattainable to me; the guy that I thought I could never get and would never have a chance in hell with. Now, he was my person. He had become the one that I was excited to see each day and whenever I had something new to share, he was the one I was excited to tell.
Considering I hadn’t been the easiest one in this partnership to be open with him, he hadn’t made me regret it. He’d changed his number and our nights together just kept getting more perfect. If you had told me that I could have something like this with Jack, I would have told you that you were crazy.
“Are you ready yet?” he asked, coming in through the open bedroom door. “We’re going to be late for the little—”
I looked up, wondering why he had stopped talking. “What’s the matter?” I pulled my stripy tights up my leg, giggling at the way that he was gawking at me.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He shook his head before he asked his next question. “What happened to your stockings?” he asked.
“What stockings?” I asked.
“That first night I turned up at the workshop,” he explained. “Paul said that you were wearing stockings.”
I laughed loudly at him when he said that.
“No stockings, I’m sorry.” I stood up and pulled the tights up beneath my dress before letting the skirt drop, covering my upper thighs from his gawking. “Would you like to see me in a pair of stockings?” I walked over to him, swaying my hips more to tease him.
“You know I fucking would.” He grasped my ass cheeks beneath the skirt and pulled me against him. “I’d also love to peel those fuckers off you.”
I giggled at him, knowing exactly how much he would love that.
“I hope we have an amazing Christmas together,” I whispered. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders before leaning forward and pressing my lips to his.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispered.
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