With my ass in the air and my legs wide open, I feel totally exposed to him.
There is a long moment when nothing happens. I dare not turn around, but I can feel his eyes on my body. I try to imagine my white skin against the dark table. Like a sacrifice. I jump when I feel his hands on my hips again, sliding slowly down over my heated skin, his thumb tracing my spine, following the little bones down to my tailbone. I gasp when it moves down to the fully exposed crack of my ass.
A long finger pushes into my wetness. That finger dips in and out. “Just checking how wet and ready you are for me,” he says.
I arch with pleasure. Everything is so gentle and so smooth it is a shock when he suddenly leans over me again, his hard weight pushing down on my back. I can feel every inch of him pressing down on me. His powerful hands cover mine, and his breath is hot in my ear. His tone is soft, a challenge. “You want me to stop, Lauren?”
“No,” I cry hoarsely. The surge of desire in my body for him to totally dominate me and take me in any way he wants makes me feel almost drunk with need.
He straightens and I hear the rustle of his pants being opened, the sound of the condom. Then he grasps my hips as if he can’t get enough of me and impales me, forcefully and inexorably, stretching and filling me, until it seems as if his thick cock reaches the very depths of my belly. A place no man has gone before. The tightness makes every tiny moment feel incredible.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls.
I can’t think of anything cute or flirty of sophisticate to say. All I can do rock my hips back and forth. He grasps me around the waist so I can no longer move. He wants to take that control back. I become still. He starts to thrust into me, shallow quick movements that make my rub against the table.
I cry out with pleasure.
Suddenly, he begins to fuck me deeper and deeper, burying himself up to the hilt inside me. My pussy gets wetter and wetter. I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. My moans turn into a groan as I find my release. He carries on slamming deep into me as I totally lose it and scream. Suddenly, I feel him join me over the edge. For a long moment he doesn’t move, allowing us both to come back down to earth. Slowly, my eyes focus again and my breath becomes less ragged. I turn my head and look at him. His hair has fallen over his forehead and he looks like some sort of avenging angel.
His mouth meets mine. Incredibly, our kiss turns him on again and I feel him harden inside me. He straightens and pulls out of me.
“Don’t move,” he says. Getting down on his knees, he licks my pussy clean. Then he scoops me in his arms and takes me to his bed, where he has me all over again.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Lauren
I’m early to meet Andrea and as I walk towards the restaurant, I spot her getting out of a flashy Mercedes. She stops to kiss the well-dressed gentleman in the driver’s seat before striding towards me, her long chic coat billowing behind her.
She sees me and smirks. “Ha. Caught you, looking.”
“So, who was that then?” I inquire. “I see it pays off to turn up ten minutes early to see who drops you off!”
She’s still smirking as she slips her arm through mine and we stride towards the restaurant. “Well, I had an amazing afternoon of great sex! What did you do?” she says, throwing back her head and laughing.
“Same!” I giggle.
“We’re like Cheshire cats,” she says, pulling open the door with gusto and waving her hand for me to enter.
“Like the cats that got the cream,” I agree, smiling, as I walk past her. And then my hands shoot to my mouth in horror as I realize the unintended innuendo in my remark.
Andrea throws back her head and shrieks, unable to control her laughter.
People sitting at tables around us are staring and I just know I’ve turned a crimson red.”
“Classic, Lauren.” She shakes her head while draping her arm around my neck.
We select a table in the corner next to the window.
“I love to see the life of San Francisco, played out in front of me,” she mulls as I take my time to consider the menu, “And not being able to hear any of it is the best part.”
I look up to see what’s going on and we witness some kind of disagreement between a cyclist and a pedestrian.
“I’d like to be able to hear what’s going on at the moment,” I say, watching the man with the bike throw a final insult with the wave of his arm before jumping back on his cycle and riding away angrily.
“Oh, it’s far more interesting to make it up,” Andrea suggests with a wicked look in her eye. “I bet briefcase man had a sordid affair with bicycle man’s mistress.”
“Oh,” I say, sarcastically. “Not even the wife. The mistress! What a twist.” I roll my eyes. Andrea knows how I hate infidelity. “So, who were you fucking all afternoon then?” I ask her, arching my eyebrows. “Is he the guy you were talking about the other day? The one you might actually have an ounce of feelings for?”
“Maybe,” she says slowly. “
A waiter appears. “Can I take your drinks order ladies?”
We decide on a bottle of wine, because, it’s Saturday after all, and there’s no sunrise yoga class tomorrow. I’ve already promised to go to the next one. As well as, of course, the fact that we haven’t had a proper catch up just the two of us in such a long while. And, oh, just so many reasons for wine.
“How’s it going with this guy then?” I ask.
“Ricardo is extremely intellectual. And a health freak. And half-Italian,” she says, her mouth widening to a sly smile.
“Very nice,” I agree. “Do I want to know how old?”
“A mere 45,” she replies.
“A spring chicken,” I murmur.
“Don’t diss older men.” She sits up and wagging her finger knowingly. “They know what they’re doing in bed. And if they can’t get it up, they go down on you for hours. It’s a win-win situation.”
I can’t help but giggle. “Well, I’m glad you’ve found someone only twenty years your senior. Do you think it might be serious?”
“Serious, pah!” She makes a face. “We are very much on our own terms. But let’s just say if things continue as they are, he might get an invitation to our Friday night soiree one week.”
“Wow, that’s commitment,” I say, and we laugh.
“Enough about him, anyway. If I talk too much about him I’ll just get bored and ruin it. How’s your dashing Jackson?”
“I think I could happily talk about him forever and never get bored,” I gush.
“Ugh, please don’t. That would bore me.” Andrea grimaces. “I bet you guys have nicknames for each other already,” she says shaking her head.
I nod happily.
“Oh my god, you guys are too cute. So, what’s your nickname?”
“You’ll laugh.”
“Probably, but you’re not leaving this restaurant until you tell me,” she warns.
“All right. It started off as Appleton pie and now it’s little pie.”
First, her eyes widen, then she bursts out laughing. She laughs so hard, she starts cackling like a hyena.
The best part is I don’t feel silly or care. I love our names for each other. My heart flutters when I think of him.
She wipes her eyes with the napkin. “And where’s lover boy now? Did you wear him out this afternoon?”
“He’s having dinner with his parents,” I say primly. “We’re meeting up later.”
“Didn’t you want to do another dinner with the in-laws, then?”
“He invited me but I said I was hanging out with you.”
“Shucks. I’m honored.”
The waiter pours our drinks and we ask for another few mins before we order.
My phone pings and I see Jackson’s name pop up.
“Are they already done with dinner?” she asks.
I nod, smiling as I read the text that tells me he misses me. “Yep, seems like it.”
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�Old people eat so early,” she says. “We’d better order then, so you can rush back to Jack Sausage.”
“Ha, ha, very funny.” I wave the waiter over. “I’m starving.”
“Me too!” She nods. “I guess we both built up a bit of an appetite this afternoon.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Lauren
He’s kissing me before I’m even inside his house. His arms pulling me in closer, mine wrap around him, feeling the warmth emanating through his T-shirt. I relish the feel of my hands running all over his beautiful sculpted body.
“Hey,” he whispers in my ear between kisses on my neck. “I missed you. I’ve been thinking about you the whole time.”
“Me too,” I whisper back, my heart already racing.
He takes my hands and leads me inside where he’s transformed his living room.
“Oh!” I gasp.
The sofa is now pulled right in front of the huge TV. The coffee table has been cleared of the usual books and in their place sits a bottle of champagne on ice, a bowl of chocolate-dipped strawberries, and two champagne flutes. The sofa has been adorned with plenty of cushions and a huge fleece blanket.
I turn to him. “You just did all this?”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s perfect! So, what are we watching? Please don’t say a horror movie!”
“You love horror movies!” he teases, laughing and then adds, “You’ll see. Take a seat. Champagne?”
I take off my jacket and boots in about two seconds flat then jump onto the sofa, accepting the glass of champagne with a giggle.
He dims the lights and joins me. He’s pointing the remote at the TV and pressing a few buttons until the opening credits of the movie start rolling. He’s picked the Shining. I shake my head.
“Plenty of scenes for you to hold on to my biceps,” he says with a wolfish look.
“You know I can’t decide if you’re a bad boy, or the most romantic man I’ve ever come across,” I tell him, raising my eyebrows. “I guess you must be a bad boy.”
He pulls a moody face with a scowl, runs his hand through his hair and leans towards me, arching an eyebrow.
I burst out laughing and his face drops.
“I guess I need to work on my bad boy look a little more…”
“I like you just the way you are,” I whisper, reaching for a chocolate strawberry and holding it in front of his mouth. He licks the chocolate slowly, making sure his warm velvet tongue licks my fingers too. Watching him makes me remember licking him and my mouth begins to water.
He returns the favor and I deliberately suck the strawberry in the most provocative way possible.
Jackson pulls me in closer, kissing my cheek, my ear, my neck.
I turn to face him, kissing his beautiful lips, letting my tongue explore, finding his, feeling his hand on my breasts.
Chapter Forty
Lauren
We wake up late after a glorious night. I turn to him and grin, no longer caring what my mascara is doing.
He rolls on top of me and kisses me, stroking my face affectionately. I want more but he pulls away, wanders off.
I sigh with utter happiness and lean back against the pillow, watching the silhouette of his gorgeous naked body move around in the dimness of his bedroom.
“Are we ready for light?” he asks as he places my coffee on the table next to the bed.
“Sure,” I say, yawning and stretching, basking in the warm rays of sunshine that flood over my body as he opens the blinds.
My phone pings, but I don’t even glance at it. I’m not planning to answer whoever it is, anyway. Not at least for a couple of hours.
“Matthew Jones?” Jackson asks, seeing the name on the screen. “Isn’t that the guy from your work?”
“Yeah,” I say, sipping my coffee.
“What’s he doing texting you on a Sunday morning? Isn’t that’s a bit weird.”
“Oh, he’s probably just giving me some info for next week. I told you I’m going to be working for him for a while.”
“You didn’t tell me that,” he says frowning, “I thought you finished everything that night.”
“Yeah, exactly. We finished putting it all together now my team and I will be working on it and liaising with him. He’s the guy on the other end, you know?”
He frowns again. “He must have feelings for you.”
“He barely knows me. And he’s short-staffed. It just made sense, there’s nothing more to it.” I look at him and smile slyly. “Are you a little bit jealous?” I poke him affectionately in the side.
“Of that little surfer kid? Ha. Not a chance.”
But I can tell otherwise and something inside me loves the fact that my beautiful Jack Sausage is feeling a little possessive over me.
I put down my coffee and lie on top of him on the bed. We’re completely naked. The feeling of his skin next to mine is just wonderful.
“Look,” I tell him, gazing deep into his gorgeous green eyes. “He did get a bit flirty when we went out for dinner that night, but I put him straight immediately. He’s friend-zoned. I promise.”
His face softens and those gorgeous dimples appear again. “Maybe I’ll have to put him straight myself, just to make sure.”
I giggle. “What are you going to do, challenge him to a duel or something?” I know it’s silly but the idea of two gorgeous men fighting over me gives me a bit of a kick.
He rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. I don’t want him getting any ideas.”
“It’s fine. He won’t.” Then I lace my fingers in his hair, and softly steering his head towards me, I kiss him until he kisses me back and wraps his arms around me.
He brushes his lips down my neck, barely touching the skin. His lips feel softer, more luxurious than ever. I roll my hips, drawing him up and down my wet cleft. He enters me and my head rolls back, exposing my neck to him.
I whisper his name, “Jackson…”
I feel as if the rest of the world has dropped away and there is no one and nothing else other than us, this precious intimacy, and connection between our bodies. The exquisite gentleness of his shaft entering me inch by inch makes me moan. His hand caresses my breast. My body moves and bows, but almost as if in slow motion. I feel it all—the passion, the desire, the throbbing need. His tongue probes my mouth as his thumb finds my clit and slowly circles it. I shiver with the sensation.
He is fully inside me now and we are both breathing hard.
“Oh, Jackson,” I whisper again and again. Helpless to the wash of emotions and sensations filling my body.
I suck his on tongue, mindless with bliss, as he enters and withdraws out of me. Like the tide, the moment is smooth, relentless. It reminds of something that will last forever and ever. It’s beyond beautiful.
Jackson tenses. I know what that means. “Don’t stop. I’m nearly there,” I breathe.
His thumb moves in faster circles, heightening the pleasure, as he continues to slowly slide in and out of me, each movement a finely tuned play of muscles, bone, and sinew. All of it for my pleasure. And the pleasure is intoxicating. I’ve never been this intimate with anyone before. His thumb moves steadily, patient but wanting something from me.
I begin to breathe deeper and faster. My hips push back against his, seeking him, reaching out for that gorgeous release. I feel his cock swell inside me, filling with blood, becoming harder and more insistent.
Gone are the slow, tender thrusts, the caresses, the hypnotic kisses, the vast control. What remains is a wild hunger that pounds into me. Intense, it pushes me over the edge. Inside that passionate, hungry embrace, my body begins to shake uncontrollably, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up. Like the ocean he just keeps going, thrusting as deep as he can into me. An involuntary scream tears through me as I begin to soar—each breath that heaves out of me brings forth new ecstasy.
I’m shuddering, bucking, and spasming. Lost.
From far away, I hear him say my climax is the mo
st beautiful thing he has ever seen. Then he gives into his own pleasure. Our tense bodies meld, we rock against each other, both desperate to make it last. We stay like that, locked together, Jackson inside me, as our orgasms slowly ease away. We want to hold the moment to us, but it ebbs away like morning dew.
He is first to speak, his voice full of awe, “That was so beautiful.”
“I know,” I whisper. “I didn’t want it to be over.”
His eyes fill with light. “There will be more. Many more.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” he says softly.
I still can’t believe what happened. “Nothing like that has ever happened to me before.”
He looks deep into my eyes. “Me neither.”
I touch his face tenderly. “I’m glad.”
“Do you want to go back to sleep for a bit?”
“No, I have to go and check on Draco,” I say, and reluctantly pull myself away from him. “I need to feed him and give him his meds.”
“You can bring him in here if you like?” he offers.
“Are you sure?”
He smiles gently. His face is still softened with the intensity of our coupling. “Of course, I’m sure. Tyrion will love the company. Why don’t you go and do what you need to do and I’ll start making some breakfast? We can take them both for a walk, after that.”
“A short walk, though,” I say. “Draco needs to start getting some exercise again, but the vet had said not to rush anything. Little by little.” Talking about mundane things. helps bring me back down to earth. Slowly, the magic is easing, but it is not all quite gone.
“Okay,” he says.
“Oh, and my Mom is coming by later. Just to warn you. You don’t need to be around for it if you don’t want to.”
He smiles. “I’d love to see her again. Try and clear the air after last time… that was a little awkward.”
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