Just Jack: Everything laid bare

by K. L. Shandwick

  “I’m an only child, the last male heir in my family, actually. My father has three brothers who all had girls so the pressure is on me to produce a male Cunningham to keep my family linage going.” Jesus Christ, Jack, what in the hell did you say that for? How pompous did that sound? She’s telling you she loves you and you’re sending a message that she has to give you a son?

  Gesturing for her to take her seat, I began to dish up the food between us and tried to change the subject yet again because I was making a real arse of things as they were.

  “Tell me another thing that no one else knows about you,” I quickly added.

  “I used to hate playing the guitar because it caused so many fights between my dad and Uncle Rick. My father is a corporate money-man and Uncle Rick…? well my father thought he was just a wayward layabout.”

  Chuckling at her comment, I wondered if her dad had changed his mind when Rick became a world famous rock star earning shed-loads of money and a very big and loyal fan-base. I bet he felt pissed off about that.

  As the evening wore on, we continued to share a few very basic things about each other, although there was nothing earth shattering in our revelations. Mya wanted to know about Lily, but that would have lowered my mood so I excused the topic as being too long to go into and she let the subject drop. By the time we’d finished eating we’d drunk an entire bottle of white wine between us and I was feeling more relaxed again so decided to surprise her with the second thing I had purchased that day. The iPad.

  “I know you have a tablet already but I’ve put a few things on this one to keep you company when we’re apart.” Glancing between me and the parcel she had just finished unwrapping, she took out the iPad and sat it on her lap.

  “Check out the camera gallery,” I told her.

  Mya scrolled to the apps and opened the camera gallery, there were about a hundred pictures waiting for her. I had chosen them from several hundred and uploaded them earlier. As well as the band photographs, Phil had taken tons of candid shots of us together, ones of her doing her job or conversing with various members of the band and crew. I found one of the pictures incredibly inspiring and I wrote a song about it, recorded it using some voice software on my computer and uploaded it to the iPad as well. It wasn’t exactly about her but more about life on the road and it was fitting for that night because it referenced a couple going their separate ways for a while.

  “Oh, Jack, this is awesome. I love it. Aww, look at this one of us, we look amazing together.” She was right, we did and the look shared between us was so passionate it could have been a book cover for a hot romance novel.

  Tilting her head to the side she looked at me out of the corner of her eye.

  “You did all this for me?”

  I had, and I’d wanted to do a lot more for her, especially with the sexy way she was smiling at the pictures. Leaning over I placed my hand on her cheek.

  “I wish I could do a hell of a lot more, but we’ll work it out.”

  I sounded more confident than I felt. America seemed a long way away and I was a spontaneous sort of guy, how I was going to achieve that spontaneity I had no idea.

  Mya excused herself and went to the bathroom, leaving me worried the night was going to go downhill and we’d end up all tears and tantrums before bed. I decided to surprise her again, that time by playing a tune on my guitar. I had planned on sharing my secret talent with her during the night at some point but there was no time like the present.

  It was either going to work or it was game over and we’d leave feeling like shit about not making the most of our time left together. Finding some courage, I pulled off my shirt and sat cross legged on the bed feeling nervous because it would be the first time I had performed to anyone other than Graham and the others at the retreat. Plus Mya was pretty much an expert on the guitar so I wasn’t that confident about impressing her.

  The first song I thought of was one that got me through some bad memories while I was on retreat. ’Living In The Moment’ by Jason Mraz. I began to quietly play the intro, and took a deep breath. I’d never really played and sang at the same time in front of anyone and I hadn’t realised how nerve-wracking it would be until now.

  I’d sung Karaoke hundreds of times, but not to impress anyone other than myself. Then there was the fact that Mya’s uncle was one of the best singer-performers in the world. No pressure there then.

  It’s strange how music lightens the heart with just a few beats of the right song and before I knew it, I was singing loudly and lost myself in the spirit of the song. Forgetting my inhibitions was very liberating and I figured that if I was going to play for her, I had to commit completely or I would have sounded half-arsed and made mistakes as soon as my confidence waivered.

  When I’d finished, I opened my eyes to find Mya standing in the bathroom doorway wearing sexy matching lingerie with suspenders, black fishnet stockings and stiletto shoes. Initially I was having difficulty figuring out how all of that had gone into the little bag she was carrying earlier. I quickly dismissed the thought as my dick woke up and hardened painfully.

  “So…Clark Kent has a phone box and you have a bathroom? Are you figuring on saving me in that outfit? Because it’s giving me heart palpitations and if I look at you without touching for much longer I think I’m going to need mouth to mouth resuscitation, love.”

  Mya stood still as she blinked a couple more times before shaking her head as if she had been day dreaming. She then brought her hands in front of her chest with her palms facing me in a ‘stop right there’ gesture.

  “Hold it right there, Jack. You never told me you played the guitar and could sing like that. Were you in a band? Are you in a band, back home in London I mean? You’re incredible, amazing, fucking hot. No one ever mentioned you playing. Fuck, Jack, I didn’t think it was possible to be any more attracted to you but after that…” Mya’s eyes were wide with lust as she wandered over to me, her legs looking ultra-sexy in her stockings.

  What is it with me and legs all of a sudden, I used to be an arse man.

  When she reached me, she took the guitar from my hands and placed it on the floor before pushing me backwards onto the. She climbed on the bed, straddled me and lowering herself, she sat directly on my dick and began to rock back and forth. The friction her dry humping created made me desperate for more, so I rolled her over face first on the bed. Mya protested weakly, but I pulled her up onto her knees and pushed her shoulders into the mattress so that her arse was up in the air.

  “Fuck, Mya. You can’t do that kind of thing to me and expect me to carry a rational conversation. You’re attire foreplay outshines my guitar playing foreplay any day of the week.”

  Mya started giggling and tried to protest again.

  “It’s only underwear, Jack.”

  “Only underwear? Fuck it’s lacy, matching, black see-through underwear with nipples and a hint of clit showing and silky skin next to lacy fish net stockings and fuck me heels…”

  Mya interrupted my distracted lust-filled babble, “All right take a breath, Jack, I get the message. Note to self, order fresh supplies of kinky lingerie for Jack’s visits.”

  “Yay! And they don’t have to be fresh as long as they were worn recently…”

  Mya tried to turn and look up at me with her mouth gaping in shock at my smutty comment. To pull her out of it, I pulled the straps on the back of the suspenders and let go, snapping them against her skin. They made a sharp slapping noise against her thighs and I was so turned on by the sound that I wanted to do everything to her.

  “Ohh. Jack, Let me get up,” she cried out, pretending to struggle underneath me. The smile she was wearing told me she was coping just fine.

  “Nope. You think you can tease me in that lot, get me all hot and horny and I’m going to say sure, Mya, let me assist you baby?” Chuckling at her weak attempts to move, I knelt on the bed with one knee and placed the other foot on the floor.

  “Let me show you how it feels to be
on the other end of that sexy get-up you’re wearing.”

  Yanking her small knickers down as far as I could with the suspenders still in place, I gave her a short, sharp smack on her arse cheek. Mya cried out and I bent over to lick her stinging flesh before spanking it again. That time I had struck it hard enough to sting my hand and I’d branded her with a red handprint. I immediately kissed it better and rubbed my hand over it. Mya wriggled her arse in my face until my mouth was between her legs and my tongue sought her wet pussy. Instantly her attention turned to making those erotic sounds I loved hearing.

  “Oh, Jack, ah, ooo.”

  I straightened up and my dick was almost bursting out of its skin never mind my trousers. It was getting harder by the minute and was screaming to be inside her.

  “Hmm, you like a little kinky play do you, Mya? That’s my girl.”

  My dick felt uncomfortably restricted by the seam of my trousers so I quickly unfastened the buttons and yanked them down my legs before pulling my boxers low enough to let it spring free. From that point on I lost all control. I stepped off of the bed and quickly dropped my trousers, I fumbled for the condoms that were in my back pocket and eagerly sheathed myself as quickly as I could.

  I’d been trying to be gentle with Mya since I’d met her, given her age and experience, and because I’d never been around a girl as innocent as her apart from Lily. However, if we were going to try and have a relationship then it was only fair she knew how I liked to have sex. I felt I had to be more how I wanted to take her that time. We had no more time to take things slowly and to my mind it was a now or never moment.

  With her shoulders still on the bed, I knelt beside the bed and pulled her arse up to meet my face, instantly tongue-fucking her without warning. Mya gasped loudly as her body sagged in my arms while my dick leaked into the condom with the thrill of tasting her. I kept swirling my tongue and poking into her entrance until her flimsy knickers became too restrictive. I stopped momentarily to push my thumb into the lace, making a hole before quickly ripping them clean off of her.

  Mya’s breath caught in her throat as I climbed on the bed and knelt behind her. I held her shoulders down with one hand on her neck then licked my other hand and stroked it down my sheath before pushing my dick inside her in one long steady thrust. The long even-toned moan she emitted was all I needed to hear. My eyes closed momentarily at the exquisite feeling as her tight pussy engulfed me. The combination of the two things temporarily rendered me silent. I gathered her hair and leaned over to kiss the back of her neck.

  Seeing Mya completely submitting to me without any trust issues drove me on to ride her harder. I straightened back up on my knees and as soon as I grabbed her hips, she turned to look up at me. I could see she loved what I was doing. Her eyes were heavy with lust and her open mouth was making occasional breathy sounds alongside soft moans and little growls before she pushed herself up onto her hands.

  I gathered her hair again at both sides of her shoulders and pulled it into a pony tail tugging it back to extend her neck all the way until I could see her face properly. She looked fucking sensational in that position, her plump little arse cheeks were accentuated by the way her spine curved in at her tiny waist then rose again up towards her shoulders.

  Mya made more erotic noises and swallowed audibly before licking her lips. I licked mine then ran my tongue the length of hers and kissed her hard. All of me was working hard to please her. My dick was rocking in and out of her steadily, my tongue was tantalising her, I scraped nails the length of her back while my other hand held her firmly by the hair. There was no doubt who was the boss.

  Trembling from her legs to her shoulders Mya began to come, her core tightened and almost incapacitated me inside her. Her pussy walls temporarily crushed me with the force of her pending orgasm. I let go of her hair and grabbed her shoulders to increase my traction and speed to take her over the edge in a screaming, shaking experience that she had been overdue for.

  As soon as I stopped she collapsed onto the bed with beads of sweat on her back, her neck red and her legs trembling. .

  “Jesus, Jack. Where did that come from? That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” Mya croaked in her weakened state and I smirked, satisfied she could handle me in the bedroom.

  Chapter 32 ~ Expressions

  Mya turned over to stare up at me, her eyes clear and sparkling in her post-come glow and suddenly my heart was fucking with my head again. I didn’t want her to leave but I couldn’t ask her to stay. I almost choked with emotion at the thought that this was all we could have for the moment.

  With that thought I didn’t want to waste another minute so I crawled on top of her and held her head in place, kissing her deeply. I absorbed the moan she breathed out and I pressed my hips against hers. Mya’s hand slid in between us to hold my length and she positioned it at her entrance again. I pushed myself inside with one long glide and began to fuck her hard again, taking her by surprise. A groan of pleasure tore from her chest and she wrapped her legs around me, digging her heels into my back in her effort to get even closer to me.

  Placing my forehead on hers, I rode her at a punishing pace while we stared intensely into each other’s eyes. I struggled again with how I was going home without her. A couple of times I caught sight of what I was feeling reflected in Mya’s expression so I kiss her, and told her how beautiful she was and how much I liked her, but I couldn’t allow myself to say what I really felt because that would only have made it more difficult for us to be apart.

  Entertaining the thought I loved Rosie had taken a lot out of me. I’d never said it to any woman before apart from Lily and our families, and the feelings that gave me were hard to get past. However, despite all the warnings I kept giving myself about Mya I knew I was teetering on the edge of falling in love with her. If I had another week with her like that, I’d be sold on her.

  Strangely, my feelings angered me, maybe because it felt like an unfair world. Every time I thought I had it figured out, another curve ball was tossed in my direction, and I felt that time it was especially difficult because with an ocean between us, I had no control over any of it. If we did survive together it would be a miracle. Distance and time can fade relationships.

  Mya began to push me back and I thought I was hurting her but she pushed me down onto the bed and took the reins for a bit. I went down easily. As far as I was concerned she could do nothing wrong and I wanted to see what she wanted to do. I was turned on by her confidence to take over and try to please me.

  Straddling me, she lowered herself onto my length and began to undulate her hips like she was in the twerking Olympics. I’d never known any female to ride me that fast and for that long before. When I voiced that out loud, Mya lost her rhythm and started chuckling but tweaked my nipples for being cheeky. Of course, I responded in kind and tweaked hers back and she cried out smacking my chest. I caught her hand and once again changed our position to lay her on her side. Lifting her leg over my hip then I began to ride her from a spooning position.

  “Fuck, Mya, my dick is so deep inside you.”

  Mya kept trying to turn to look at me, so I held her gently by her throat and continued to direct her by talking into her ear and telling her how I felt about being inside her. When I stuck my tongue in there she cringed and scrunched her neck up, her skin, which was glistening with sweat, was suddenly crimped in goose bumps again. When I eventually allowed her to move her head, she was so close to me we were sharing the same air with her breathing into my mouth. During that time I was watching her intently for signs of her impending orgasm.

  Mya came again then rolled away from me and got onto her knees, whipping the condom off of me. She tried to take me in her mouth but pulled a face at the taste of latex. Moving quickly she grabbed a glass from the table and took a sip of wine, she then placed me back in her mouth. I was mesmerised by the fact that she hadn’t given up after the first time.

  Mya liked sucking dick, I could tell by the way
she was handling me, sucking my balls and stroking me with her other hand at the same time. It felt amazing. Every time she tried to deep throat me she gagged and spluttered then grinned as her eyes watered and yet she did it again and again.

  She made me come, and I’d have liked to say she swallowed but she pulled me out just as I began to tremble and stroked me off between her breasts. It was still one of the best experiences of my life maybe because it was her who was paying attention to me.

  After I came I was feeling restless. Probably because I didn’t want daylight to come. It was early morning by the time we settled down. Mya was facing me with her legs and arms entwined in mine, sleeping peacefully with deep even breaths that wafted gently on my chin. I lay there looking down at her and every time I thought about how I was going to say goodbye my arms squeezed and I pulled her a little closer to me.

  At some point I must have fallen asleep because I woke to a knock on my hotel door. Mya was still deep in slumber so I eased my way out from our entangled limbs and headed over to see who it was. Phil was standing ready to leave and asked if I wanted to share a ride with him to the airport. I’d overslept and should have been ready to head out.

  Glancing back to the bed I asked him for ten more minutes to pull myself together and softly closed the door resting my head on it with a heavy heart. The time had come for me to leave her behind. Cobham Street and their crew were flying out to California at five in the afternoon, but my flight was leaving at eight fifteen. My first thought was to stay and catch a later flight, but that would only be delaying the inevitable, so I wandered over to the bed and sat down with my leg underneath me, bending down to kiss Mya softly on the lips.

  Slowly, Mya stretched out with a smile on her face, her eyes fluttering open and I must have looked grim because her expression changed to one of alarm.

  “It’s time for you to leave isn’t it?” Mya’s voice sounded like I felt, heartbroken.

  Nodding slowly, I took in a deep breath and sighed.