“Make me forget.”
Jack
Hannah’s words made me feel like someone punched me in the gut. In all the years I’ve known this woman, I’ve never seen her any way but confident and in control. Now she’s looking at me as though she may shatter at any moment and I’m the only one who can keep her together.
I’m touched. I’m humbled. And I’m gonna make her come so damn hard she’ll be lucky to remember her own name.
Taking her mouth in a tongue-tangling kiss, I shifted forward on the couch, readjusted my grip on her ass, and stood. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held on while I walked the short distance to the bedroom. Without releasing her mouth, I set Hannah on the bed and settled between her widespread thighs. Her moan vibrated against my chest as I pressed against her and deepened the kiss, giving her everything I have.
When we were both in danger of passing out from lack of oxygen, I ended the kiss, and dragged my mouth along the long column of her neck. She arched her back as I licked and nipped my way over her collarbone down to the sweet crease of her cleavage. I shifted back just far enough to pull her shirt up and over her head then dragged her bra down until her nipples popped free. I teased first one then the other, moving back and forth between the two, laving and sucking, until they tightened into hardened little buds.
I could do this forever, but her insistent thrusts against my rock-hard dick tells me she needs more. Without taking my mouth off her sweet skin, I kissed my way down and nipped at her navel before unbuttoning her shorts and revealing the baby blue lace beneath. I decided to leave her panties on and sat back on my knees to drag her shorts down her long legs. After tossing them on the floor, I leaned forward and kissed my way back up toward paradise. When I got to the juncture of her thighs, I rested my chin against her mound and looked up the expanse of her body.
“Hannah, look at me,” I said. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked several times, most likely trying to bring me into focus. Without her glasses, she probably can’t see me clearly, but I still want her eyes on me. “Watch.”
I opened my mouth and sucked until I could taste her sweetness through the lace. She arched and pushed herself closer against my mouth, but never once closed her eyes or looked away. Slipping my tongue between her folds, I licked and laved her clit, using the soft lace to increase the sensation.
“Jack.” My name came out on a hoarse plea.
As much as I’d love to tease her all night, I know she needs the release. I moved her panties to the side thrust two fingers inside.
“Mmm, you’re so damn wet.”
With my gaze locked on hers, I licked at the skin I’d revealed, lapping up her sweetness. Curling my fingers slightly, I stroked her deep inside and sucked on her clit. That’s all it took to push her over the edge.
I stayed with her, offering soothing kisses and sweet words until her body sagged against the bed, relaxed and replete. Her inner muscles grabbed at my fingers as I pulled them free and she watched as I slowly slid her panties down and off.
Holding them up, I said, “I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I really like your taste in underwear.” After tossing the scrap of lace to the floor, I reached behind her back and released the clasp of her bra. Holding it up to emphasize my words, I said, “Every time I see you, I wonder what you’re wearing under your professional clothing. It’s a little distracting.”
I threw it in the direction of its mate and slid up the bed until I rested next to her.
She shifted onto her knees and her eyes took a lazy tour of my body.
“How is it that you always manage to get me naked and stay fully clothed?” she asked.
“Just lucky I guess.”
Placing her hands on my waist, she dragged them up my chest, taking my T-shirt along for the ride. I lifted my shoulders and yanked it over my head before resting back against the pillows.
“Better?”
She nodded and ran her soft hands over my pecs and down my abs. Before she could get any ideas, I reached down to intertwine my fingers with hers and pulled her forward. Her tight nipples dragged against my chest as I took her mouth in a kiss that would hopefully leave no doubt in her mind that I’m not done with her. One orgasm isn’t nearly enough to distract her from what’s going on with her father.
Ending the kiss, I looked into her glazed eyes, happy to see they looked less troubled than before. But she still needs more. I need to give her more.
“Come here.” I wrapped my hands around her elbows and lifted her until she straddled my chest. Hannah started to shift back and I grabbed her ass to hold her in place. “Not that way,” I said and nudged her forward. Her eyes widened when she realized my intent and I couldn’t hold back my smile.
“Jack, I can’t do that.” Somehow her words came out as both a whisper and a shriek.
“Sure you can.” I shifted my shoulders down until they rested flat on the bed with my head raised slightly on the pillow.
I pulled her forward until her knees tipped over my shoulders and her calves straddled my biceps. The muscles in her thighs felt rock hard against my chest as she held herself back. Mere inches from my face, the sweet scent of her release made my mouth water. I wanted to taste her more than anything but I need to make sure that, despite her words, she’s okay with this.
Looking up at her face, I watched her nostrils flare with her deep breath then she licked her lips as she met my gaze.
“Just relax,” I said around a small smile.
She nodded and the corner of her mouth curled slightly as some of the tension left her thighs, putting heaven within reach of my tongue. I licked her from back to front, lingering on the still-distended nub at every pass. Bending my elbows, I rested my hands on her hips and tilted them forward allowing me to give her a good tongue fucking. Hannah leaned back and rested her hands on my waist, thrusting herself into my face, opening her fully to me.
Looking up, I watched a trickle of sweat run from her neck and down the middle of her chest until it absorbed into her skin. Her tight nipples rose and fell with every panting breath she took. The look of pure bliss on her face made me want to beat my chest like a caveman, but I still have work to do here.
I licked, laved, and sucked, feasting on her until one orgasm crashed through her, then I kept it up until another followed.
“Jack!” Hannah’s screech echoed through the room as she leaned forward and smacked her palms against the wall behind my head. Her new position put her clit in the perfect position. I tickled it with the tip of my tongue then nibbled before fully drawing it into my mouth and sucking.
Hannah’s legs trembled with another orgasm and I heard her hands sliding down the wall as more of her body weight settled against me. I pulled her down until her head rested against my chest and her hot heat teased my dick through my shorts. He’s not happy about being left out of the action, but tonight isn’t about him.
I ran my hand up and down her back, enjoying the feel of her silky skin. Her breathing slowed and I thought she’d fallen asleep so she surprised me when she sat up and shifted down my legs. Gripping me through my shorts, she slowly stroked.
“We should do something about this,” she said. “It can’t very comfortable.”
“I’m fine,” I said. Maybe I should take up acting because that actually sounded convincing.
She unbuttoned my shorts then slid both them and my boxer briefs down my legs. I kicked them off and reached for Hannah. Shaking her head, she tucked her hair behind her ear then leaned forward and dragged her tongue along my throbbing erection, from base to tip before swirling it around and sucking at the head, pushing me dangerously close to the edge.
“Hannah.” My voice came out as a strangled croak.
She looked up at me through her lashes then slowly slid down, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing in an attempt to get myself under control. If Hannah stopped what she was doing, I might have been successful, bu
t she didn’t. She kept moving up and down in a slow rhythm, taking me deeper with every pass.
“Come here,” I growled and grabbed her shoulders to pull her away.
Tossing Hannah back onto the pillows, I settled between her thighs, and pressed my lips against hers. Our tongues thrust and tangled and I opened my mouth wider, deepening the kiss, taking and giving and losing myself in her sweetness.
Hannah shifted, dragging her hot, wet core against my now-throbbing erection. I groaned against her mouth and pulled back, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a tug before releasing it and looking down at the beautiful woman beneath me.
“You’re killing me, you know that?” Her sly smile didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “The condoms are in the nightstand on the other side of the bed.” I gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
She twisted her leg around my waist, holding me in place.
“Hannah?”
Looking away, she licked her lips and swallowed before meeting my gaze again.
“You don’t have to.” I raised my brow, silently asking her to explain. “You don’t have to get a condom. I’m on the pill and we already had that one issue and…” She trailed off and shook her head. “Nevermind, it was stupid.”
This isn’t the first time I’ve had a woman offer to skip the condom, but it’s the first time I’m seriously considering taking one up on it. I cupped her jaw and stroked her cheek, drawing her eyes back toward me.
“It’s not stupid, but it is a big step.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “Are you sure?”
The certainty in her big brown eyes as she nodded tugged at something deep inside me. I’ve never had sex without a condom and more than anything I want to experience it for the first time, right now, with this amazing woman.
I reached down and positioned myself at her entrance then thrust forward, filling her in one long stroke, and froze.
“Holy shit.” She’s so tight and wet, even baseball stats aren’t going to slow this down. “Hannah, I’m not gonna last very long here. You feel too good.”
She dragged her leg further up my hip, opening herself more and pulling me deeper inside.
“Mmm, you feel amazing,” she said.
Once I mustered a semblance of control, I pulled out slowly then pushed in and repeated the motion, settling into a comfortable rhythm. Her inner muscles gripped and tightened around me every time I retreated, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
Knowing I wouldn’t last much longer, I shifted onto my knees, creating a tiny gap between us and reached down to stroke her clit.
“Oh God! Jack! I can’t...I…”
She tightened with every pass of my finger and when I pinched the hard bud between my thumb and forefinger, her muscles clamped down on me over and over, and for the first time in my life, I came inside a woman with nothing between us. I pulsed between her legs, drawing out the sensation, enjoying the aftershocks.
Once I caught my breath, I pushed back and looked down at Hannah. Her blissful smile and glowing cheeks gave me a sense of inner peace I’ve never felt before. I slowly withdrew and gave her a small kiss.
“I’ll be right back.”
In the bathroom I wet a washcloth, then studied myself in the mirror as I cleaned myself off. I don’t know what I was expecting to see, but I don’t look any different. But I have to admit, I feel different. Peaceful. Content. Happy. I don’t know. All three, I suppose. The antsy feeling that’s been beneath the surface as long as I can remember is noticeably absent at the moment.
I shook my head and ran the washcloth under warm water before ringing it out. Grabbing a towel, I walked back into the bedroom and found Hannah sound asleep. I sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her forehead, than ran the washcloth between her folds and along her inner thighs. She thrust into my hand as I washed then dried her off, but didn’t wake.
Between the long day, running into her father, and four orgasms, she’s probably down for the count. I stood and threw the washcloth toward the bathroom and heard it land on the tile floor with a splat. Climbing into the other side of the bed, I pulled Hannah back against my chest, wrapped my arm around her waist, and tucked my hand between her breasts.
I relaxed and matched my breathing to hers, pushing everything I’d learned today out of my mind until only one thought existed. Before I drifted off to sleep, I muttered it out loud.
“Hannah Adams, what are you doing to me?”
Chapter 26
Hannah
The scent of coffee and frying bacon tickled my nose and brought me fully awake. My muscles protested as I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. We’d gotten back to St. Pete yesterday with just enough time for me to get to work at a decent hour. The Waves lost by one run, but that didn’t dim Jack’s enthusiasm in the bedroom afterwards.
I’d asked Jack to make me forget, and for the past couple nights he’d done that and more. I’m not sure if I fell asleep or passed out after that last orgasm. I half woke at some point during the night and snuggled further back against Jack’s chest before drifting off again as he tightened his hold on me. But other than that, I slept like the dead.
I stood and stretched, working out the kinks. Sex with Jack is definitely a full-body workout. Not that I’m complaining. Padding to the bathroom, I took care of business, then studied my blurry reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. My breasts are sporting light whisker burns and Jack left a love bite on my right hip. The man does like to leave his mark on me, but as long as they’re in discreet places, I don’t mind. In fact, I kind of like it.
Back in the bedroom, I collected my clothing from the floor, shook out the wrinkles, and decided not to get fully dressed just yet. After slipping into my panties, I pulled Jack’s discarded T-shirt over my head instead and followed the delicious smells to the kitchen. I grabbed my glasses off the end table where Jack had placed them last night and slipped them on, bringing the room into focus.
Speaking of delicious. Standing at the stove with a spatula in hand, wearing only a pair of jogging shorts riding low on his hips, Jack looks good enough to eat. Something must have alerted him to my presence, because he quickly turned his head. The naughty smile he flashed not only upped his yumminess factor, it also told me he’d caught me shamelessly ogling him and didn’t mind one bit.
“Good morning,” he said, then turned his attention back to the stove. I watched him expertly flip four eggs in turn. “Have a seat, I’ll bring your plate over in a minute.”
I sat at the table and took a sip of orange juice he’d already placed on the table. The cool drink soothed my throat, that was a little sore from all the panting and screaming I did last night.
“How’d you sleep?”
He filled two plates with bacon and toast, then picked up the pan and tipped it, somehow managing to slip two eggs onto one plate then the remaining two on the other. His kitchen skills astound me.
“I’m not sure if I slept or died,” I said.
Picking up both plates with one hand, he snagged the handles of two coffee mugs with the other and walked in my direction. His shorts slipped lower, fully revealing the cut of his hips. As he placed a plate in front of me, I resisted the urge to turn my head and run my tongue along the sexy V-line in front of me. I’m sure Jack wouldn’t mind, but I have to go to my hotel and change before work, and he has a game, so it’s better to hold off on any licking until later.
“Yeah, you kind of passed out.” He sat across from me and picked up a strip of bacon. “But you needed it.” He shoved the entire piece into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and said, “How do you feel today?”
“Good.” I picked up my fork and dragged it through the perfectly cooked, over-easy eggs, and watched the runny yolk seep out. “Thank you for being there for me the last couple nights.”
Jack didn’t say a word as he chewed his toast but he didn’t have to. His sweet smile and warm look said everything. We ate in silence for a while,
the perfectly cooked meal quieting my rumbling stomach. I don’t normally even eat breakfast, but it seems like when I’m with this man, all my appetites are bigger.
He pushed his empty plate toward the center of the table and sat back in the chair, coffee in hand.
“Any idea what you want to do now?” he asked. “About your father, I mean.”
I put down my fork and shrugged. “I told him I’d call him, and I know if I don’t, he’ll come find me.”
“If you’re not ready, I’ll talk to him and explain that if you want me to.”
Jack’s image blurred and I blinked the tears away.
“Thank you.” I cleared my throat. “Thank you for offering, but I have to deal with this eventually. I’d really like it if you’d be there when I do talk to him though. If not in on the conversation, at least close by.”
“If you’re sure that’s what you want, I’ll be there,” he said.
I dragged my toast through a pool of yoke. “He said he’d come up to St. Pete.”
“You can meet him here if you’d like.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded. “You can’t meet him in public and it’s more private here than at the team hotel.”
“That’d be great. Will tomorrow after the game work for you if he’s available?”
“I’ll make whatever time you set up work.”
“I really can’t thank you enough,” I said. “For just being here. Talking about it the past couple nights really did help. I still find the fact that my father knocked up my best friend a little icky, but they’re both adults.” I flashed him a small smile. “Something you said the other night helped me with that.” His right brow rose in that sexy way prompting me to explain. “You said that you didn’t know why it took you ten years to notice me this way. Maybe it’s the same thing with my dad and Melanie. Kind of like us, maybe it just happened.”
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