by Cathryn Fox
She stroked her breasts to ease the heavy ache and ran her thumbs over her pebbled nipples. “Yeah, I do.”
He pulled in a sharp breath and let it out slowly. “Then lie back and let me take you.” He gave a little push to her shoulder and she fell back on the bed, her hair splaying across her pillow.
He leaned over her and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Tearing into it with his teeth, he removed it from the foil. His cock throbbed in his hands as he sheathed himself, and she felt herself moistening even more in preparation. He lifted his head and stared at her for a long moment. The intensity in him was almost frightening. But she wasn’t frightened anymore. She’d never been so ready for anything…for Jack.
Greedy for his brand of pleasure, she reached for him. Her heart raced as he came down over her, pressing her into the mattress and caging her with his chest. His mouth settled on hers and he delved deep, sweeping his tongue inside to mate with hers.
“Legs around me. Now.”
She wrapped her legs around his body, her thighs squeezing his waist. He cursed under his breath as his erection throbbed against her pubis. He reached down, gripped his cock, and stroked her with his hard ridge, running the tip from the bottom to the top and applying pressure to her clit. He circled her swollen cleft, the intimate touch seeping under her skin. She rocked, and her body flushed hotly. He positioned himself at her opening and gave her an inch, introducing himself to her slowly.
As he gently pushed open her walls, she sucked in a silent gasp and held her breath, her hands going to his shoulders to hang on.
“Breathe,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along her cheek. “Breathe, Danielle.”
She drew in air, and he fed her more of his cock, widening her even more. The second he met with resistance, he stopped. He touched her face again, his caress so soft, so full of emotion, it nearly shattered her.
“You’re ready for this,” he said. “I know you are.”
She nodded eagerly. “I am ready, Jack. So ready for you.”
He briefly shut his eyes, and she saw the muscles along his jaw tick as he clenched. When his lids opened, he drew a quick breath and said, “I’m going to push a little harder. If it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“I will,” she said, even though she had no intention of stopping him. With Jack in charge, the pleasure would eventually outweigh the pain, of that she was sure. His mouth settled possessively over hers as he slowly inched his hips forward, pushing through the barrier ever so gently. Her body tensed at the invasion, a gasp bursting from her mouth. He swallowed the sound and jerked his hips forward quickly, to drive the rest of the way through.
He buried himself inside as deeply as possible, then broke the kiss. Panting hard, he pushed her hair from her forehead. His eyes were warm and tender as they moved over her face.
His brow creased. “You okay?”
Warmth pooled in her heart. “I am.” God, she wished he weren’t being so tender right now. It was making it harder and harder to separate sex from emotions.
He kissed her nose, her cheek, her mouth, his breath hot on her face. “As soon as you’re ready, I’m going to start pumping a little harder.”
“I’m ready.” She moved her hips, urging him on, and he growled. “Please, Jack. I’m ready.” With that he pulled his cock out, only to slide back in again.
He repeated the motion a few more times, then threw his head back. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Her body quivered, and she ran her nails gently over his back. Need mounted inside her as he fucked her. But there was something else building in her, something she was sure she could never come back from.
“This is so nice, Jack. It’s so good being with you like this.”
“Do you want to watch?” he asked, his voice a soft, intimate whisper. “Do you want to see the way my cock slides in and out of you?”
She nodded eagerly, and he angled his body so she could see him pumping. She went up on her elbows, the position giving her a better view. His cock plunged, then drew out, only to thrust back in again, and she moaned in response. It was the most beautiful, intimate thing she’d ever seen.
“You like that?” he asked, sliding in and out of her slick folds, a steady rhythm that fueled her desires.
“I do.”
She touched his shoulder, and as they came together, connecting on a deeper level, his hips shot forward. “Look at the way you take me in, baby. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
The rasp in his voice sent a barrage of erotic sensations through her body. “It’s so good, Jack.”
She’d never had sex before. Had nothing to compare this to. But she knew this guy was a true professional, setting the bar ridiculously high for any other man. Not that she ever wanted to be with anyone else, not after experiencing his brand of lovemaking.
He shifted, and his hand closed over one nipple. He kneaded her flesh, his touch spreading a tingling heat through her. Need soared, a desperate throb centered between her legs as her body screamed for release. Her hips rose and he came down at the exact same time. As their bodies united, she sank into a haze of euphoric sensation.
Drowning in need, a tremor shook her hard. His hand slid down her body, his finger brushing over her clit. He moved his hips and intense pleasure hit, so powerful she was sure she was going to pass out. His head dipped, and he took her nipple into his mouth, rolling her bud between his teeth hard enough to send a jolt to her sex. She gripped his shoulders and let out a cry. Heat burned between them, and her internal temperature rose to dangerous levels.
“Jack,” she murmured, and his lips closed over hers. He kissed her deeply, plundering her mouth, owning it. Owning her.
His cock plunged impossibly deeper, and she gave a small cry, feeling so gloriously full as he buried himself inside her. His hands found hers and he pressed them into the mattress as they linked fingers. He began to move with more urgency, encouraging her to match his rhythm. She rocked, meeting and welcoming each sweet thrust. Body ablaze with wanton lust, she shuddered, her breaths coming in labored bursts as a small explosion rocked through her. She pinched her eyes shut and ground her hips against his, rubbing her clit against his pelvis as another orgasm took hold.
“Look at me.”
Her lids opened. She could see desire reflected in his eyes as he cupped her face, his touch so gentle and caring she trembled again, but this time for an entirely different reason. Everything they were doing was so beautiful, it took her breath away.
His throat made a noise as he swallowed, and he pumped once, twice, then stilled inside her. “Fuck,” he cried out, tossing his head back as he came while high inside her.
She squeezed around him, every throb of his cock reverberating through her body. When he stopped spasming, he fell over her and buried his face in her neck. She ran her hands over his damp back, loving the way he was pinning her with his weight, even if it made drawing in air difficult. His strong heart crashed against her chest, and she breathed with him until a normal rhythm resumed.
He went up on one elbow, freeing her of his weight, and she immediately missed the closeness. His smile was slow, warm when his eyes met hers. “Hey,” he whispered.
“Hey yourself.”
“How do you feel?”
“Amazing.”
He shifted to the side and stroked a hand between her breasts. “Sore?”
His warm breath fluttered over her flesh, eliciting a shiver from deep within. “A little.”
His brow knit, and emotions clouded his eyes. “I hurt you.”
“No, you didn’t.” She cupped his face. “You were perfect, Jack. This was perfect.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He petted her sex, soothing the sting of her first time. “So you can take me again? A little later?”
She nodded, never wanting the night to end. “Yes.”
The smile he gave her nearly stopped her heart. His hand closed over hers, warm
and strong. “Can you walk?”
“I’m not sure.”
He climbed to his feet and helped her up. A protective arm wrapped around her waist as he led them to her small bathroom. He reached into the stall, turned on the shower, and guided her in. She tipped her head, wetting her hair and letting the warm spray run down her body. It felt glorious on her bruised and chafed skin.
Jack reached for the soap and lathered his big hands. Starting with her shoulders, he ran his palms over her entire body, touching her gently and taking extra care between her legs. He put the soap back and adjusted her under the nozzle to wash the suds from her body.
“How about your hair?” he asked. She blinked up at him, and her heart hitched at the new closeness between them. It was something she’d never felt with anyone in her entire life. She stepped into him and rested her head on his chest, craving the feeling of skin on skin. “I can wash it for you if you’d like.”
“No, it’s okay. It doesn’t need to be shampooed tonight. Besides, I want to wash you.” She took the soap from the ledge and lathered him up, running her hands over his broad shoulders, hard chest, and rippling stomach. He braced one hand on the side of the shower stall when she took his still-hard cock into her hands. She stroked him the way he’d taught her, and then put her hands between his legs to wash his balls.
“Fuck, Danielle. You better cut that out, or I’ll bend you over right here. And I’m not sure you’re ready for that.”
“Yes, I am,” she said, excited by the prospect.
“No, you’re not.”
He took her hands from his cock, rinsed, and turned the water off. The shower door creaked as he opened it, and he reached into the sliver of a closet to pull out two towels. With quiet strength, he tied his around his waist and dried her off, wrapping her in the warm cotton and taking her hand to lead her back to the bed.
He adjusted the blankets and gestured for her to climb in. Wrung out and sated, she dropped the towel and slid between the sheets, naked. She stifled a yawn and looked at his hard body, and the way his cock was tenting the towel. As he covered her up and tucked her in, it occurred to her that this had been the most satisfying night of her life.
He brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Sleep,” he said. “When you wake up, you’re mine again. And I’m not so sure I’ll have it in me to be gentle when I take you.”
Chapter Three
After sleeping for an hour, Danielle stirred beside Jack, and he shifted to his side to see her, his cock rock hard and ready to take her again. Waiting on her for the last hour had been hell, but he wanted her to rest her body before they made love again. Made love?
Stop thinking this is about love, dude.
The night was dark, but the full moon shining in through the cracks in her curtains and slanting off the wall gave sufficient light for him to see her. Her eyes opened, and the lazy smile that split her lips when she saw him watching her had him reaching for her, eager to touch her again. He put his hand on her throat and stroked downward, reveling in the softness of her skin.
“What time is it?” she asked, her body opening to him again. Christ, she looked so sleepy and sated, her hair a tousled mess as she easily stretched, it was all he could do to breathe normally.
“Early,” he said. “We still have all night.” He rolled, grabbed the glass of water off the nightstand, and handed it to her. “Drink.”
“Thanks.” She accepted it and swallowed eagerly. “I had no idea how thirsty I was.”
She passed the glass back to him, and he took a mouthful. Then he set it back on the nightstand and snatched a condom, dropping it beside him for later.
“How is your knee?” she asked.
“Fine,” he said, even though he’d been nursing it the whole time she slept. He pushed her back on the bed and swept his hand down, settling between her legs to stroke her pussy. “How do you feel?”
His thumb gently swiped her clit, and her hips lifted. “Good,” she murmured, her eyes closing as she tossed her head, her long hair falling over the pillow. Fuck, could she be any sexier? Her hand snaked out and found his cock. She gave a gentle squeeze, and he growled. “You feel good, too,” she teased, mischief dancing in her eyes. She arched a brow, her look playful. “What was that you said about not being gentle?”
“I wasn’t kidding, Danielle.” He slid over her and allowed himself to draw her soapy scent into his lungs before his mouth crashed down on hers. He kissed her, hard enough to bruise her lips. “I want you so fucking much, I’m not sure I have it in me to go slow again.”
She lightly ran her nails over his back. “I want you again, Jack. Fast or slow, it doesn’t matter, as long as I get to feel you inside me.”
He forced himself to breathe slowly. I could get so used to this. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
“For research purposes?” He wasn’t sure why he asked, but he was powerless to stop the words from spilling out.
“Yes,” she answered.
He strived to ignore the sudden knot in his stomach. Fuck, what did he really expect her to say? “No, because I want you?” This was an agreement between them, nothing else. He’d be wise to remember that. Besides, was he really thinking about more? Either he was headed back to a life of pro football or he’d be staying home, a former shell of himself. His future wasn’t even in his own hands, for Christ’s sake.
Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he slid off her, and with little finesse and much greed, he grabbed her and flipped her over until she was flat on her stomach. He heard her gasp as he reached for a pillow to stuff under her hips. The sight of her ass in the air, begging for his touch, fucked with his last working brain cell. Taking complete charge of her body and her pleasure, he pushed her hair from her neck and shoulders and ran his hand downward, tracking along her spine until he reached the soft swell of her ass. She was so damn perfect. He ran a gentle palm over one cheek, squeezed lightly, then drew back to give her a slap.
“Jack,” she cried out, arching into his touch. As her ass came up higher, tinged red from his hand, his body practically convulsed with need. He gave her another slap, and she yelped, but the sound was filled with pleasure, not pain.
“You have the prettiest ass, Danielle.” He gave her another tap, followed by a soft stroke to ease the sting left behind. “I told you before, I plan on fucking you everywhere, and I meant it. But it won’t be tonight. No, tonight I need to be back inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Oh my God,” she cried out and wiggled beneath him.
He leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back to hold her down. He put his mouth close to her ear. “You keep moving like that and I might just be tempted to take your ass tonight.” He felt a shiver move through her as tension hummed in his body.
She craned her neck to see him. “I’ve never—”
“I know,” he said softly to ease her worries. He wouldn’t take her that way tonight, but it was easy to tell the academic in her was curious. Her stroked her curves and kissed her neck. “But you’re intrigued by the idea, aren’t you?”
“I want to feel you everywhere, Jack,” she said, her voice a low, strained whisper, giving him the impression that this wasn’t all about research, that she might want more. His heart hammered, but he shut it down.
Don’t go there, dude. Be happy with the two weeks you have with her.
He dragged his hand over her thighs, a slow exploration upward, stopping when he reached her silky curls, wet with pleasure. His cock throbbed. Did she have any idea what it did to him to find her like this?
“Just so you know, I’m going to mark every bit of you before we’re done next week.” His hand dipped between her legs. She wiggled, and he teased a finger into her hot center. When he found her wet and ready, it drove every sane thought from his brain. Striving for composure, he asked, “Is your sweet pussy this wet because you want that, too?”
“Yes,” she murmured, moving urgently beneath him, despite his warning.<
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“I told you to stop moving.”
She whimpered and lifted her hips higher to grant him deeper access, and he clenched his jaw to keep his shit together.
He pulled his finger out and slid it back in, stroking the hot bundle of nerves just inside her. She pulsated around his finger, and he felt it all the way to his cock. He pulled out of her and she whimpered, but when he grabbed his shaft and ran it along her ass, her protests turned into moans. She reached above her head and grabbed the rails of the headboard, squeezing her fingers around them to hold on. It made him want to tie her down again. But that would require him to search for the ropes. And now that he had her where he wanted her, he wasn’t about to waste another second.
He ran his hand along the mattress until he found the condom he’d set there earlier. Her body quivered as he bit into it and tossed the foil away. “I need to fuck you hard.” He rolled the condom on, and his dick pulsed in his hands. “I need to be inside you so fucking bad.”
“Yes, please,” she cried out.
Gripping her hips, he lifted her higher and shimmied between her spread legs. He poised his cock at her warm opening, and she moved, trying to drive him in. Fuck, he needed her. He powered his hips forward and in one quick thrust, he drove into her, balls deep.
She cried out, her voice echoing around them, her body trembling. He pitched forward again, ramming impossibly deeper, yet unable to get deep enough. Blood pounded through his veins as he pushed, bucked, and grunted like a man starved for more than just release. He leaned over her and pressed his lips to her back, claiming her, branding her with his mouth and cock.
“Jack,” she said, her voice muffled by her pillow. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Panting, and barely able to breathe as blood rushed south, he put his hand on her back and splayed his finger as he pumped, pitching forward at a maddening pace. Her pussy grew slicker with each thrust, and pleasure gathered in his core as he pounded into her with hot, blunt strokes that built the friction and took him to a place he’d never known before.
