“Then watch me.”
She waited until he opened his eyes and looked at her. Then she made a big production of getting to her feet and turning slowly, her ass now level with his face.
Then she wiggled slowly, enticingly, out of her skirt.
“You have the best ass, honey.” He reached for it, but she swatted him away.
“Not yet, big guy.” And she meant that in every sense of the term.
She ran her hands over her cheeks, cupping them, the lube slick upon her skin.
And then she ran her fingers up her cleft.
“Deb…”
She fingered herself, bending over just enough to let him see her do it.
The next thing she knew, his tongue was where her finger had just been.
Good thing he’d packed the flavored lube.
Her sex swelled and she pushed back against him, the stubble on his chin so erotic against her sensitive flesh as she rubbed herself with it.
Jack tongued her ass, his hands gripping her thighs so tightly she’d probably have bruises, but she didn’t care. She needed him to hold her tightly. To work that talented tongue inside her and prep her for his big, throbbing cock.
She bent over farther and reached between her legs to find him.
Jack growled against her ass.
“I want this in me, Jack. I want you to fuck me in the ass and rub my clit while you do it.”
He dragged her to her knees, bent her forward over the edge of the tub, and worked the head of his dick into her.
“More, Jack. I can take more.” She was breathing through this tight possession.
“Not yet, babe. I’m too big. You have to get used to me. I keep telling you that.”
And she kept telling him she could take more. She’d started with small plugs last year this time, prepping herself to take him. Jack had always wanted to do her anally, but she’d been uncomfortable. But then she’d seen him use a plug on himself in the shower when he hadn’t realized she was home and it’d started her thinking. Wondering.
So she’d started. Then, on her birthday, she’d finally been ready to try it.
They’d worked on it ever since. And while she could take his full length, he never wanted to hurt her by taking her too roughly. He always eased himself inside of her.
So she’d moved on from a plug to dildos. Had even used the double one on herself on one of the few occasions he’d been gone on business.
Now she could take a lot more of Jack a lot faster and a lot harder than before.
She wanted to take him fast. And hard. And long. Over and over again.
She leaned back into him.
“Christ, Deb. I can’t stop—”
She pushed back even more, seating him to the hilt.
The feeling was intense, so intense it bypassed pain as it shot through her, filing every part of her, and went all the way to amazing.
She panted as her body adjusted to his complete possession, her muscles adjusting to the breadth of him.
“Are you okay, sweetheart? I told you we shouldn’t—”
“Move, Jack.”
“Huh?” He pulled out a little. “Yeah. Sure. Okay. We don’t have to do this—”
She reached back and clawed at his sides, dragging him back toward her. “Don’t leave. Move. Shove yourself back into me. Move, Jack, dammit.”
The steam from the hot tub rose in front of her; that had to be why everything was hazy. Or maybe it was a cloud of lust as she waited for—needed—him to fill her again.
He obliged.
“Yes, that’s it.” She pushed back against him. He felt so good.
Jack withdrew. But only slightly.
Then he pushed back into her.
“That’s it, Jack. Take me hard. Rough. You know I like it that way.”
“Jesus, Deb. In your pussy, yeah, but this is so much tighter.”
“Then you should enjoy it more.”
His answer was a couple of quick thrusts. Then he buried himself to the hilt, his sac tight against her pussy. “I don’t think it’s possible to enjoy this anymore than I already am.”
“Sure it is.”
She reached for one of his hands on her hips and dragged it around to her poor, aching, lonely, unattended clit. “Rub me, Jack.”
He was only too happy to oblige.
Jack had played the drums in a college band for good reason; the man had rhythm, and he put all his years of practice to good use.
He took her ass, quickly, with short fast strokes, not the long hard thrusts she wanted, but this and the clit stimulation were working well for her. The tension built, the pleasure threatening to take her away before she could wrap her brain around what was happening.
And then Jack snaked a hand up her shirt and shoved her bra up over her breasts, pinning them in place, her nipples rubbing against the wet fabric so erotically.
And then against Jake’s palm.
“You have the best tits, Deb.” He tweaked her nipple as he thrust inside her.
Jack was so very good at multitasking.
Her head fell forward as she braced herself against the edge of the tub, pushing back against hin, tilting her pelvis just enough to get the full contact of his fingers on her clit.
“I want a dildo in me, Jack. I need to be filled more.”
His cock jerked at that suggestion. Dear God, the man was so well equipped for a woman’s pleasure. And he was hers. All hers.
“Hand me one, then. I picked all your favorites.”
Debra dragged the basket over. She didn’t care which one it was; she just wanted her pussy filled.
He’d packed the waterproof ones. Such a smart guy, her Jack. Especially since he’d picked her absolute favorite—the one with the butterfly wings and clit stimulator.
“This one.” She held it up.
“But I want to be the one playing with your clit.”
It was amazing, really, what Jack’s words could do to her. She’d never been into dirty talk before Jack, but now… She’d been missing out all those years.
“You can. You and this.” She spread her legs a little wider to take the bulbous head of vibrator inside her.
“That’s it, babe. Open wider. Clamp down on my dick.”
Of course she did. The suggestion alone was making her do so.
The pleasure was making her stay there.
“Now do it, Deb. Shove that thing inside you.”
Jack’s voice was strained and she looked in the sliding glass door beside her to see his reflection, the straining muscles in his neck, the rigidity to his shoulders that said he was trying to hold back his own orgasm. Jack was always so thoughtful.
She slid the vibe in.
“Ah, yes, that’s it. I can feel it filling you against my dick.”
He’d always liked this one. The extra big head stimulated his big head when he was inside her at the same time.
She rubbed the toy in and out.
Jack sucked in a harsh ragged breath behind her and his fingers tightened on her hip.
She did it again.
Jack’s cock jerked and he thrust against her like a piston, half a dozen or so short strong bursts that would have knocked her off her feet if he weren’t holding her so tightly.
“Get it all the way in, babe, and turn it on. It’s not going to take me long.”
Jack lied. The man was a master of control. It took him as long as he wanted it to take.
And oh, did he take.
He pressed the butterfly against her clit, holding it there with one finger while he angled his hand to feel the toy as it slipped inside her. Jack had such long, talented fingers.
“Un. Fucking. Believable.” He panted with each thrust he made, repeating it over and over like a litany as his thrusts sped up, his grunts a sign that he was losing his sought-after control. Debra loved when she got him to that point because he was no longer in control; she was.
She clenched her ass around him and fucked herself
faster with the toy.
“Deb.” He ran his left hand from her hip down to her inner thigh and pulled her back against him even harder. “I…” He thrust again. “Can’t.” And another. Double time this time. “Hold.” His finger slipped in beside the vibe. “On.”
She pushed the ON button.
“Fuck!” Jack got off like a shot at the first vibration.
She’d known he would. Had wanted him to.
He pounded her ass now, no finesse—which made it all the better. Control was highly overrated unless he was losing it.
Then it was everything.
Debra shoved herself back against him, bracing herself against the tub, and she fucked herself faster with the vibe, loved that the rotating the head kept Jack from knowing where it’d rub him next when he thrust back inside her.
Control.
She had it now.
Jack jerked and thrust into her, his hips gyrating as she fucked herself. God, getting off in both holes had to be one of the best pleasures in the world.
The only thing better was to have two men get her off.
That sent her over the edge. The image of David in her ass while she’d been on top of Jack, taking him in her pussy…
Color once more exploded behind her eyelids and she had to clench the vibrator with her pussy so she could catch her weight with both hands
Jack quickly grabbed it and fucked her with it himself, filling her from both ends at the same time.
It was too much. She couldn’t take the intensity, and her knees threatened to buckle.
“Ride the wave, sweetheart. You can do it.”
Jack kept thrusting.
No, she couldn’t do it. Her arms, her strength, was giving out. And she dropped her elbows.
Oh, God the change in the angle…
It was just what she needed. Her orgasm ripped through her with an intensity that rivaled the hot tub’s jets, exploding from where Jack and the vibrator worked her and raging through every cell she had.
She didn’t know how long they stayed like that once she’d finished. Not that she had, really. Tiny spasms still rippled through her as Jack held her hips and the vibrator and himself rigid inside her.
“How are you still hard?” she had to ask.
“The ring, your ass, and you, Deb. A powerful combination.” He ran his left hand up her thigh then down her spine, ending at where he joined her body before sliding out.
She moaned out her protest. “Don’t leave me, Jack.”
“Never.” He removed the toy and gathered her in his arms, then twisted them around, so that he was sitting on the tub with her on his lap.
And he kissed her. A full, tongue-filled, melt-her-heart sort of kiss. “I love you, Debra.”
She cupped his cheek and she looked deeply into his eyes. She could see forever in their depths. “I love you, too, Jack.”
He nipped her nose. “You know, any holiday—any day—is special with you in it, sweetheart, but this year, I have a feeling it’s going to be the best Christmas ever.”
If he only knew how right he was.
They stayed there for a while. Jack had indeed bought strawberries and champagne. Only one glass for her; the hot tub circulated the alcohol through her system too quickly and she didn’t want to get drunk and confess her plans.
He had pulled her onto the reclining chair on the inside of the tub so they could see out through the deck railing to the canyon. It was a horseshoe-shaped canyon, designed by Nature just for the effect of being able to watch the winter solstice moon hang in the very center as it cast its light on the rim. It would’ve been perfect if there was a full moon, but she had perfection wrapping his arms around her, and a person could only take so much perfection.
“You know, I’ve always loved the story of The Gift of the Magi.” They were discussing Christmas traditions and favorite memories. She and Jack were always talking, and she always learned something new about him. Like this, for instance.
“I would’ve pegged you for A Christmas Story sort of guy.”
“Well, duh. I mean, who doesn’t love that leg lamp?” Jack resettled her on his lap and crossed his arms over her breasts. “But for the pure spirit of the season, nothing beats two people giving each other the ultimate gift.”
She nodded, biting her lip against the smile that wanted to come out because Jack would see her reflection in the sliding glass door beside them. “What do you want for Christmas, Jack?”
He tightened his hold on her. “You’re asking me now? I thought you were out shopping today for the perfect gift for me?”
She’d found it. “I know, but is there something special you want? Maybe I didn’t come up with it.”
Again, his arms tightened, but this time, he pressed his palm against her heart. “Sweetheart, I already have everything I could possibly want right here in my arms. What more could a guy want?”
She was going to show him…
Chapter 5
She replayed Jack’s conversation the next day as she got ready to go to his office party. Yes, their life was pretty perfect. Was she taking an unnecessary chance bringing Amanda into the mix?
She hadn’t thought about that. What if Jack wasn’t interested in having two women do him at once? What if the threesome was a memory of those old party days that he’d said he was more than ready to put behind him once he’d found her because he was well and truly satisfied with just her?
But then she remembered David. Jack had enjoyed them all being together. He’d even had lunch with David, so there were obviously no hard feelings.
Nah, Jack would like having Amanda join them.
One more day.
“You look stunning.” Jack came up behind her and stared at her in the mirror. He always liked her in red, and the high-necked, sleeveless sheath hugged her body in all the places he liked to touch.
“You do, too.” Jack in a suit was gorgeous. In a tux? Devastating.
And he was hers.
He kissed the curve of her neck. “You’re looking a little bare right there. Don’t you have a necklace or something you can wear?”
Since when had he ever commented on her jewelry choices? She’d never been big into jewelry; what pieces she now owned were because of him. But the diamonds would be too much for the dress’s neckline and any of the bigger pieces would look clunky on a sleeveless sheath that’d been designed with simple elegance in mind.
“I have my grandmother’s locket if you think I should wear something.”
He growled in her ear. “You know me; I prefer you not wearing anything. Jewelry or clothing-wise.”
She tapped him on the top of that glorious head of hair. “We have to go to this party. It’s for your office. Don’t get me all distracted with your sex talk.”
“Is it working?” He waggled his eyebrows as he stood up and looked at her in the mirror.
She twisted out of his embrace. This Christmas party was one they could not miss; it was important to his career. And she really didn’t want to have to re-do her hair and makeup.
And anyhow, Jack was going to have so much sex tomorrow, they’d be able to take a hiatus from each other.
Right. Like that would happen. That was the thing about her relationship with Jack. No matter how much they were together—in bed or out of it—she wanted more.
“Come on, Jack. We don’t want to be late.”
He arched his eyebrow. “Uh, yeah, I do. And have a very good reason to do so.” Her gaze shot to his groin. Yup, he wanted her. She giggled; she’d never get over the chemistry between them.
He glanced down. “You know, if I were insecure, that laugh would have shriveled me up.”
“And we both know that will never happen, so keep Mr. Happy inside your boxers and let’s get going. I don’t want you to have to do any explaining to the partners.”
“The partners wouldn’t be surprised. You’re a knockout, and I’m the luckiest SOB on the face of the earth to have gotten you. Oh, and the
re are no boxers.”
Those words kept Debra flying high all night. Whenever she was in the hotel ballroom, she felt Jack’s eyes on her, heated with desire. He could look at her from across the room and it was as if no one else existed but them. She knew other people felt it. It made some uncomfortable; others, jealous. Some were amused, but those were usually the older women who were probably remembering what it’d been like for them in their early days of marriage.
“How do you handle him, Debra?” Cleo Jamison, one of the partners’ wives, asked her. “If I had a man looking at me like that, I’d never leave the house.”
Debra smiled and blushed. It was one thing to be so uninhibited with Jack in the privacy of their home, but quite another for other people to see what was between them.
“Good lord, Cleo, why don’t you embarrass the girl?” Margot Prescott took a glass of champagne off the waiter’s tray and handed it to her. “Here, Debra. You look like you could use this.”
Debra took a sip to be polite. The last thing she needed was alcohol. As the day had gone on, she’d been fidgeting, trying not to tell Jack what she had planned. She didn’t need any reason to loosen her tongue.
“Embarrassed? The woman ought to be grinning from ear to ear. I sure as hell would be if I had that in the bedroom.” Cleo glanced over at her husband at the bar. Approaching sixty with a waistline of the same milestone. “Russell certainly isn’t lighting my sheets on fire.”
“Try satin ones.” Debra couldn’t believe she’d said that. One sip of champagne and already her tongue was wagging?
And wouldn’t Jack enjoy a good tongue-wagging…
She drank half her glass.
“Satin? Really? I thought those were just for porn films.” Margot took another sip of her champagne as nonchalantly as if they were discussing a charity luncheon. “Though we did have them on our honeymoon, come to think of it. Tom had enjoyed himself quite a bit with those.” Margot smiled and looked at her husband next to Russell. “And I do mean enjoyed himself.”
Debra wanted to fan herself. Instead, she finished her drink.
“Well, if you two are saying satin sheets are a good idea, I’ll have to get some. Won’t Russell be surprised when he opens them Christmas morning?” Cleo giggled and twenty years disappeared from her face. Good sex could definitely keep you young; apparently even the thought of it worked wonders, too.
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