Jack - Perfect Burn: Hot Crime Romance

by Alice May Ball

  There was nothing I wanted more. After everything I’d put her through—all this poor, lovely, wonderful woman had had to endure, and all because of me—I was thrilled to be able to give her something. Something precious. Something she needed and deserved. My lips encompassed her, from her mound to the crack in her ass, and my tongue probed, parted and plunged into her petals, pressed, pushed and reached to the fold, high, deep, and soft. Tapping and trilling, I shook, twisted, and drove the tip of my tongue to feel her spasms. Her currents, her rises and turns, and her ascent from one plateau to the next was music to me.

  Gripping her ass, I pulled her tighter, closer, driving my mouth and my tongue for more contact with her lips and her walls, stretching my tongue longer, farther, and deeper to stroke the edges of her inner folds, to part them and push her higher.

  Whenever she moaned my name, I called back, “Yes. Haley.”

  When her moan was deep I took her higher. If I heard the edge of a sob, I trilled my tongue faster and touched more lightly. Her fingers raked through my hair and her thighs and her stomach arched and curled tighter around me. When she clenched, I pressed and dove to drive her on.

  Her hips bucked in my mouth and I knew she was rising inside, coming to a higher pitch. I sucked as I shoved my tongue in and up, making longer strokes, flattening it as I slid it gently over her hood, thicker and harder as I flowed firm into her, and then with forceful vibrations as my lips pressed around hers and my tongue reached her, high and deep inside. One shoe fell and her legs crossed tight behind my back. Her juices flowed and filled my greedy, eager mouth. Her buttocks trembled as I squeezed her in my hands, pulling her rhythmically apart and together. Tighter and looser. Deep and shallow. Hard and soft. Wet and hot.

  She shouted, “Ryan!”

  “You’re beautiful.” I know she felt the hard vibration of my voice as I said it, straight into her. “Haley, you are fucking beautiful.” I felt her quiver as the hot column of air pushed my voice inside her. “You are the most beautiful woman on Earth.” She shuddered and quaked and I dove deeper with my tongue, moved my lips to kiss her more completely and pressed a rhythm, deep and unrelenting, all the way into her.

  She was wet. She drenched my face. I rubbed the stubble on my chin, my nose, and my mouth against her. Soaked up every drop that I could of her sweet gush. Her body shook and shuddered, gripped around my head, hard, tight, and desperate. My head and ears burned from the rub of her thighs. My face was raw as she rocked herself faster and harder against me. She shouted and moaned. And I lapped, licked, and lashed my tongue faster and thicker, longer and deeper.

  “Ryan!” she shouted. “Ryan, fuck!” And as I squeezed her ass, she cried out. I tasted a deeper note in the pulse of her juices. The wet folds of her dress clung to my face and I felt her wrench at the buttons to pull it open and peel it off. The welcoming, ample softness of her breasts brushed against my head. I wanted to reach up and cup them. Squeeze them. Feel her heartbeat and her shudders through their lovely, rippling bounce. But I couldn’t bear to take a finger from the grip of her ass, the tops of her thighs.

  As I widened and flattened my tongue to lick up along her petals—lick her all the way inside—and lay a wet, soft wave over the hot, hard buzz of her clit—Haley shouted my name again. Her breasts and thighs, her stomach, and her sweet lips all melted around me and squeezed as I reamed her with my strong, shaking, shuddering tongue.

  Her walls trembled as she gripped me. I knew to stay deep and hard. My tongue flexed and stretched as she cried out and quaked. Long and hard, deep and firm, I filled her until she crumpled and fluttered, soft, gentle, and spent. Her little ripples of sounds were a floating, bubbling song with no words. Sounds like a kitten asleep, stretching and dreaming.

  I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the bed. Her eyes fluttered as I laid her across the mattress. Dozy, she tugged at my belt. Her dress was open. The bra was unfastened and hanging. The soft blue cotton of her little panties was drenched and askew. One shoe hung from her toe.

  I lifted the shoe and put it on the floor. Slid off the wreck of her panties. Then I couldn’t stop myself from fluttering butterfly kisses on her stomach, in her navel, and onto her sweet mound and her swollen lips. The shake of her belly as she chuckled pumped a hot pulse in my aching cock.

  Slipping the strap of her bra out through one armhole, then the whole bra out from the other, I left her tangled, disheveled, and barely clothed in the wet, rumpled remains of her dress. Unclothed and unkempt, but almost unbearably beautiful.

  My heart pounded. I didn’t deserve a moment with this wonderful woman. Yet here she was. It hurt to think that I was all the protection she had. But I would protect her. Whatever it took.

  I moved to cover her with my body, my legs bracketing hers. She deserved much better than me, I was in no doubt, but as long as I was all she had, I would give her all that she needed. Propped on my elbows, I gazed in wonder at her.

  “You’re fabulous,” I told her. “You are the sexiest, most delicious woman I have ever seen. You’re perfect.”

  She reached for my belt again. I plucked a kiss from her soft lips. Brushed the hair from her forehead.

  Her eyes went down to my mouth as her fingers stroked the sharp stubble on my jaw. Our tongues met and our lips caressed. It was a kiss like no other kiss had been. Not for me. It was a taste, a meeting, an approval, and an acceptance. But so perfect. Again, her fingers slid down to my belt.

  “Come on, Jacker,” she murmured. “Break in. Drive me away.”

  My fingers traced her lips.

  She tugged at my belt. Even half-asleep, she was determined. My cock was so huge and hard it hurt, trapped inside my jeans. Her lips parted, wet and soft. Her breasts were so beautiful. I leaned down to kiss them, to cup and feel them and rest my head in their gorgeous warmth. To suck on them. Squeeze them into my mouth. She bucked, and her back arched slowly as her nipple slipped wet in between my lips. It hardened when my tongue flicked it.

  I kissed her between her breasts then pulled back up, gazing into her eyes. I wrestled my belt open and snapped the rivet buttons on my jeans. As soon as the buttons parted, Haley gasped.

  “Oh, my God.” Her voice grated as her shaking fingers reached toward my rod. Her eyes rolled, dreamy and dazed. When she touched the soft cotton veiling it, she jolted at the hardness, the heat and the weight of my pulsing flesh. She gulped and licked her lips as she prepared to roll the elastic waist of my boxer briefs down and free the python.

  I held her breast, stroked her neck, and traced her ribs. The flesh of her lip reddened as she chewed it in anticipation. An inward breath caught in her throat as her eyes widened and the heft of my cock fell out free in front of her.

  She leaned up and put her arms around my waist. Her breasts squeezed against my pelvis. Between the billows of them, the ache in my cock grew urgent. Insistent. The damp warmth of her breath fanned against my chest and I struggled to keep my hips from bucking to drill my cock through the soft alley of her breasts.

  Her hair flowed in my fingers and smelled like summer. She kissed my chest and my ribs. We rocked together and my cock slid in between the warm sides of her luscious cleavage like a piston in a chamber. I yanked up my shirt to feel the hot hardness of her nipples on my stomach and ribs. The friction was enough to lift my blood pressure and temperature both.

  The pulse in my shaft made me groan. It was hard to hold off now.

  I flipped her over. Pulled her up by her pelvis. Dragged her fabulous ass to meet my hips. I reached down and felt the sweet river of honey and helped it slather over her plump lips. The back of my rod slid along them. Nosed up under her hood. Nuzzled and grazed the bottom of her clit. Her lips wrapped my length as I drew it back and forth, deeper, higher and closer.

  “Now,” she moaned. “Now, Ryan. Put me in gear.”

  Her petals parted so perfectly.

  “Steal me,” she whispered. “Take me.”

  She was soft, so wet, and
warm, waiting, tilting her hips, eager to ease my entry. I cupped her breast as I slid inside. Her walls welcomed me, sucked and caressed me.

  Along the fat length of my shaft, I felt the vibration of her moan. The ridge of my underside scraped the front of her opening. Inside, the head of my cock divided and parted her sweet, soft, trembling walls.

  She pulled up her dress and tried to shrug it off. Our skin came alive as it touched, like a whole other being got free. The perfect dip in her back deepened and she shouted my name as I split her wide.

  My name formed on her breath and it spurred me on. My thighs slapped her buttocks into waves as I slammed up to my hilt inside her. She shuddered and shouted, and when she reached between her trembling thighs, cupped and squeezed my balls, and stroked the hot length of my cock as it drove into her and slammed her, my body broke free of my control.

  Pulling her hard onto me, I slapped her ass. She jolted in clenching spasms. I slapped her again. She shouted my name, “Ryan! Yes!” and gripping her hips, I hammered her ass.

  “Yes!” she shouted again in a desperate sob. I took a fistful of her hair, “God, yes, Ryan!” The backs of her thighs and her ass slapped and reddened against my hips, and the whole of me tensed and expanded in pulses, just as she contracted and pulled and my cock exploded with gushes of thick, hot cum.

  I gripped and held her tight to me as I poled into her, wild and unrestrained. Her arms flailed and she shook all over and her voice was hoarse, wet, and soft as she said my name again. “Ryan…”

  She collapsed in my arms. I held her as currents of tremors trickled and rolled through her.

  It wasn’t how I’d wanted it to be. I had wanted to watch her. See her eyes shine, watch her lips part. See her smile. Make it special. I was right. I anticipated it, and I knew it. The moment my cock had slid inside her soft, hugging wetness and felt her tug on me, I’d lost control. I wanted to stay there forever. I never wanted it to be anywhere but rocking deep inside her eager heat. And when I heard her say my name the way she did, I couldn’t hold back.

  What I’d done so often in the past, I had wanted to do so differently with Haley. It was just more confirmation, clearer evidence that I didn’t deserve her. And still, with all it hadn’t been, that was the most wonderful time of my whole, sorry life.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  IT COULD HAVE BEEN two hours later. It might have been ten minutes. All I knew was that it wasn’t time for me to wake up, but there was something I had to know. Something bad. Strange how, even when you’re fast asleep and dead to the world, the sound of someone trying to speak so you can’t hear them will set something in the brain wide awake.

  Exhausted, I had wrapped myself around Ryan’s body and nestled inside the dark scents of his muscles. Even as I was dozy, drifting back and forth across the blurry edge of consciousness, I knew that however wonderful it felt, however right, this couldn’t be. Not for more than a little while.

  I expected a little longer than what we got, though.

  While I curled up in the hot ridges of his glistening, velvet flesh, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold onto a criminal, a renegade, like Ryan. There was no way it could work out, not for a man like him and a girl like me. He should have been headed for LA, if he had any sense. If he could find a way to use his talents, there was no limit to where a start in the movies could take a guy with his looks.

  Since he didn’t have any sense, he would probably sign on with whatever gangster put himself up to fill the vacuum that Gregor’s arrest would leave. There was a vacancy on the streets. Mobster required. Would suit psychopathic sadist. Candidates with experience of murderous treachery preferred.

  As we dozed together, he put on the news and we heard about the raid, and how “Police arrested four men who they think may also have been responsible for the robbery a few days ago.”

  Four? I was thinking it while Ryan said it. He looked to see if I was awake before he spoke. That was sweet.

  “Jared, Hannes, and Lubic—there’s no way any of them could have got clear. They were surrounded.”

  Sleepily, I said, “It looked like Ratke and Gregor were pretty surrounded, too.”

  “Sounds like one of them got away.”

  We looked at each other. I figured it was a mistake or something. I didn’t see any point in stressing about it now, and I snuggled deeper into his arms.

  Like I said, I didn’t know how much later it was. All I knew was that Ryan wasn’t there, and he didn’t want me to hear what he was saying. Or, more likely, who he was talking to. He talked about a car, a RAV4. And a meeting. From the sound of his voice, I knew he wasn’t talking to Tynie. It was Gregor. For a moment I wondered who called who, but then I decided it didn’t matter.

  “I’ll bring you the RAV. It will get you out of town. Yeah… I’ll meet you at the old mall.”

  He hadn’t seen that I was awake. So I just listened.

  He was pulling on his jeans and his shirt while he talked. Listening to him talk, I wanted to pull the phone out of his hand. Ask him how he thought he could ever trust Gregor. Tell him what an idiot he was being. But I knew it would be pointless. I knew my man. It might not be too hard to put an idea into his head, but there wouldn’t be room when there was one there already.

  I knew how it had to be, and what I had to do.

  When he got off the phone, he went into the bathroom. I heard him run water in the sink. I slid on a clean pair of panties and wriggled into a t-shirt of his. Leaning with my knees crossed, up against the bathroom door, I lifted the heel of one foot and held the hem of the tee shirt up while I waited for him. As he stepped out, I was close. Pouting and looking up.

  “Hey,” he said, sliding his big arm around my shoulders. “I thought you were sleeping.” I saw the look of regret in his eyes. He kissed my forehead.

  “I’m going out. I’m not going to be long.” And he gave me a squeeze. I thought how easily lying came to him. When I scraped my fingernail down the front of his shirt he gave me a smile. But it was thin. He was starting to move for the chair where his jacket was. I pushed my body against his. Felt the hot strength in his big, hard chest. Slid my hand to hold and squeeze the round cheek of his ass.

  Holding my chest against his abs, I slid up and down a little, and from side to side. Pushed my shoulders forward to give him the most of my big, soft breasts. A sigh rose in his chest. I slid my hand down his stomach to his jeans. I lifted the hem of the t-shirt and pushed my breast against him as I stroked the rising front of his pants.

  He steered my shoulder to turn me around and whispered, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

  I said, “How long do you think it takes, Ryan?”

  He murmured, “Oh, God, Haley,” as I tilted my pelvis to rock the cheeks, the crack of my ass along the ridge of his thigh. I arched my back to push the lips of my pussy on his leg.

  He squeezed my shoulder and he bent his head to whisper, “I’ll be back in no time.”

  I crawled onto the bed. Looked back at him over my shoulder. Parted my knees. Sunk my head down to the mattress and bent my back to stick my ass up high.

  “You don’t have to go right now, though,” I purred sulkily. “Not right now.”

  “I promise, Haley.” As he moved across the room, I moved my knees so my ass followed him. “Haley, I…” I rocked my ass at him. High. The angry bulge I saw in his pants was on my side. He couldn’t hold his smile and it dropped off. His eyes were hard. Intense. I rolled my hips and licked the top of my lip.

  “Haley…” My fingers slid up the inside of my thigh. I traced the sides of my panties, then reached up to press between the cheeks of my ass. I drew a line all the way along the middle, over my lips, pausing to touch the base of my clit, just enough to make my eyelids droop, and on to my mound.

  The pain on his face was an inspiration. I rocked my pelvis as I pushed all four fingers slowly, very slowly, from my mound all the way back up to my ass. Looking him in the eye. Pressing my tongue betwee
n my lips.