Always Delightful: A Romantic Comedy (Always Series Book 1)

by Shayne McClendon

  I managed a shrug. “I enjoy retro lingerie and the heels are positively magical. My own things made it a bit easier when I was getting dressed this morning.”

  There was no warning.

  Jack was over me, on top of me, one of my dark pink nipples between his lips while his fingers played with the other one.

  I may have screamed his name.

  I don’t know. I do know I’d never felt anyone suck me so hard or deep before and I wasn’t sure I’d survive it. It triggered a drawing sensation in my womb and my clit throbbed in urgent desperation.

  Without realizing I’d moved my hands, I found my fingers buried in his thick, blonde hair.

  Releasing my nipple with a pop, he moved to the opposite breast. The cool air further stimulated the damp tip.

  “Oh god, Jack.”

  He greedily suckled and pulled away long enough to say, “Just Jack is fine. I don’t want to replace your preferred deity in your heart of hearts.”

  I would’ve laughed but he returned to the task at hand.

  He used his tongue and teeth to play with the taut peak inside the wet warmth of his mouth. Back and forth, he plumped, sucked, nibbled, and massaged my breasts.

  Most men might love tits but most men didn’t give them the kind of attention Jack delivered.

  My hips had a mind of their own. They worked against his hard length to get pressure where I needed it most and he didn’t disappoint. He maintained the pressure as he worshipped my breasts.

  He was a multi-tasking motherfucker.

  It was when Jack started moving, rubbing the head over the exact right place that I went staggering over the edge of an orgasm I had no idea was so close.

  Hell, who knew it was possible at this stage of the game? Not me. Usually, it was difficult for a lover to make me come.

  More often than not, I ended up handling things myself.

  Jack rested his face between my breasts as if he was listening to my heart. “You gorgeous creature.”

  He rocked against me as I rode the climax and when my body started to settle, he moved to my side and stared at my face as his palm drifted over my torso and beneath my panties.

  “Bare and wet. You’ll be the death of me, woman.”

  “I’m up by one.”

  He grinned. “I fully intend for you to kick my ass in scoring.” My eyes widened. “Now that we’ve humped like teenagers, it’s time to get serious, Petra.”

  Then he moved down the bed, leaving kisses on my skin as he went. I tensed and started to close my thighs but he moved his body in the way to prevent it.

  Settling his shoulders between my legs, he maintained eye contact as he planted kisses on my mound through the diaphanous silk.

  Going up on my elbows, I watched his hand pet my inner thigh before moving the material aside. He dragged his tongue through my folds.

  Releasing a growl that didn’t seem human, he ripped one side of my panties to see all of me.

  I thought he murmured thickly, “I’ll replace them.” I couldn’t be sure because he started to feast on me.

  Never had oral sex been like this.

  Shaking uncontrollably, I tried to breathe as he licked and sucked my lips. One of his hands slipped under my thigh and around to hold my folds open for his attention.

  The other disappeared from my line of sight. Moments later, two fingers entered me carefully.

  “Jesus, Petra. Tight and hot. My cock throbs for you.”

  The words made me whimper but I was too incoherent to respond. I didn’t want to miss a single moment as he exposed every weak, begging part of me.

  Unable to hold myself up, I dropped to the bed and raked my fingers through his hair. He worked his wicked tongue on my body until I worried I’d fly apart.

  His name was a rambling chant in the quiet room.

  I thought I would die from the need to come but he didn’t stop swirling around my tortured clit while he increased the speed of his fingers inside me.

  Then he moved his body down, slid his hands under my hips, and lifted me to his mouth. My eyes opened and met his gray ones over the glistening skin of my mound at the same moment I felt his tongue push inside.

  I could feel how hot I was, how wet, as he stroked. My body clenched around the intrusion, trying to keep him with me.

  The sounds I made reminded me of an animal but I couldn’t make them stop.

  Easing away, he planted open-mouthed kisses at the entrance before slipping his fingers deep again. He watched them move in and out as if he was in a trance.

  “Right there. That’s where my dick wants to be.”

  “Now, Jack…please.”

  He looked up at me with a shake of his head. His mouth and chin were glazed with my fluids. He kissed my inner thigh while maintaining eye contact and I couldn’t stop shaking.

  “After you come on my face, Petra. I need more of you.”

  He pressed his fingers deep and turned them, stroking the place right behind my clit. Bending, he pushed at the underside of my clit with his tongue.

  The words, the touches, the suckling all combined to shove me into the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced with another person.

  Moaning, he lapped at me and continued to stroke as the pleasure stole my breath.

  “All of you. Mm…” I could feel his tongue licking around his fingers thrusting in me and it was like filming a porn while watching a porn at the same time. “You taste divine. I knew you would. I could get addicted to your pretty pussy.”

  The climax lasted longer than felt rational or possible and when my body settled, he thoroughly cleaned me of my release.

  His body flexed impressively as he crawled up the bed. He whispered, “I’m not wasting a drop. Taste.”

  Chapter Twelve

  I’d never tasted myself on a man’s lips and didn’t realize it would be so sensual. The kiss was aggressive, almost brutal, and called to a primitive part of me I never knew existed.

  My nails dug into his back, I pulled his hair as I held his mouth to mine, and I gave as good as I got. Wrapping my stocking-clad leg around his ass, I realized I was still wearing my heels.

  Breaking the kiss, he groaned and returned for another one. His palm had a vise grip on my ass cheek and he worked himself along my slick folds.

  Shaking, moaning, I silently cursed every man who’d been with me before Jack. Past lovers hadn’t even tried to please me. Only their pleasure had ever mattered to them.

  Jack was present as he explored my body with patience and skill. He was with me. Fully with me in a way that was new and different and beautiful.

  He stretched to the side and a moment later, something pressed against my palm. A condom.

  “Hurry, Petra.” He kissed me again. “Help me. I need to be inside you.”

  I tore it open, wrapped my fingers around his cock that reminded me of satin over steel, and rolled it in place.

  He stared at me as he coated the latex in the fluids from my body. His rhythmic growl intensified as I reached between us to press him harder into the cleft of my body with my hand.

  Looking him directly in the eyes, I whispered words I’d never said in my life, “I need you to fuck me, Jack. Please fuck me.”

  Adjusting his hips, he positioned the head at my pussy and pushed forward. I gasped and he slid his hands up my back to grip my shoulders from beneath.

  “Yes,” I begged.

  His body was taut with tension and he wasted no time powering to the root of his dick inside me. He never took his eyes off my face as he set an almost violent rhythm.

  “Petra,” he said through gritted teeth. “Tight as a velvet fist.”

  My eyes rolled back in my head as Jack fucked me the way I never realized I needed to be fucked.

  Without one ounce of mercy.

  He filled me harder, deeper, and faster than anyone I’d ever allowed access to my body.

  His lips covered mine and there was nothing gentle about the kiss he gave me. I
t was powerful, dominant.

  Had someone asked me if I preferred hard sex, I would have told them no. I wasn’t weak. I didn’t surrender power to a man.

  It was fucking fascinating to be almost thirty with multiple sexual partners in your past and suddenly realize you needed a man to lay it on your ass like a goddamn animal.

  I felt taken, claimed in a way that didn’t affect my sense of self, my strength as a woman.

  His fist tightened in my hair and he pulled my head back so he could rake his teeth up the column of my neck. He traced the heavy vein there and settled his teeth over it for the space of two thrusts.

  Distantly, my sexually ravaged mind realized the primal nature of the act. In the wild, the powerful man inside me would have just claimed me as his mate because he made me submit.

  I wouldn’t even argue because fuck.

  Jack moved his lips to my ear. “I want to feel you come all over my cock, Petra. Coating me, coming apart while I drive you higher.”

  My heart stumbled as my body took over. The muscles in my pussy contracted to try and hold his shuttling length inside me.

  I heard him shout my name a moment before my climax ripped me out of myself and flung the person I thought I was into some unknown oblivion.

  Everything inside me reached for him after knowing him less than a day. I shook violently for so many reasons.

  Sexually, he’d turned me inside out. Emotionally, I figured the pain was going to get serious, pretty damn quick.

  Nothing about this experience was like me at all and suddenly, I didn’t know what to do, how to react.

  There must have been tears because Jack kissed the corners of my eyes. He held me tighter, drove into me harder, and kept me disconnected from the distance I desperately needed to slam between us.

  “Don’t hide from me. You don’t have to do that. Not here, not with me, Petra. I’ll keep you safe. Come for me again.”

  On and on he whispered to me, held me, fucked me.

  Jack turned my body into a grasping, needy thing I didn’t recognize. I’d never been so out of control of my feelings or my physical reactions. It was dangerously seductive and scared the shit out of me at the same time.

  “Jack…” My voice broke on his name.

  “Let go and feel everything. I’ll keep you safe. You’re so slick and hot, tight around me. Don’t be afraid. Let me show you.”

  He lifted his upper body on his hands. We were covered in each other’s sweat. It literally dripped over my sides and into my hair. The cool air of the room made my damp nipples pebble tightly.

  “Look at us, Petra. Look.”

  Tearing my gaze from his face, I let my eyes travel down his torso and gasped at the image we made together.

  “Oh, my god…”

  “I’ve never been so hard. Not once. I’ve had to fight for control every second with you.” He thrust and I watched his length disappear into my body. “I love having you all over me. It looks almost as good as it feels.”

  I inhaled sharply as another orgasm broke loose and sent chills over me the surface of my skin. I dug my nails into his biceps and my upper body rose off the bed.

  Jack lowered, holding me immobile with unbelievable strength as he drove us both through ecstasy that didn’t seem real. My pleasure went on and on and on.

  “Fuck, yes! Petra!” Another thrust. Another. Then he sealed our bodies together and threw his head back with a guttural roar that vibrated from his body to mine. “It’s too fucking good. Fuck…”

  The heat of his semen filled the condom and I absently wondered how much hotter it would feel without the latex as a barrier. It wasn’t a thought that ever occurred to me.

  His mouth on mine, eating at my lips, as he continued to rock gently against me. Our moans, our panting, the sound of the blood pounding in my ears were the only things I could hear.

  I would never be the same again.

  Jack changed everything for me. I’d been cheated by every lover who took my body before him. I’d been used. Not once, not until him, had it ever been about me.

  One orgasm had always been hard for me. I’d faked almost all of them unless I was alone. It fucked with my head, made me feel broken, different, and incapable of truly enjoying sex.

  Until tonight. He’d ruined me for anyone else.

  We struggled for air and I could feel the sweat slicking our skin and dripping to the bed. The racing of his heart pressed against my sternum and I thought he could feel mine beating out of control.

  Jack’s mouth moved over me as his cock continued to tunnel gently in and out.

  Raising his head to stare down at me, he said hoarsely, “You won’t run from me, Petra. Our bodies are still humming from the most mind-blowing sex of my lifetime and you’re already thinking too goddamn much.”

  His intuition was uncanny.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Jack…”

  He stole my words and my ability to think them with his lips. Deep kisses while his hands massaged my skin.

  “You won’t run from me. No one has ever pleased me half as much and the moment my cock recovers from the shock, I’m taking you again.”

  Another first…he still wanted me after getting off.

  It took several minutes for my muscles to calm enough to lower my arms and legs. My thighs continued to tremble.

  He smoothed his fingers through my hair. “Thank you, Petra.”

  “For what?”

  “Allowing me the privilege of your body. A privilege I hope to be able to thank you for often.” I blushed and he smiled. “You don’t get it yet but you will.”

  “I really, really don’t.”

  “One thing at a time, beauty.”

  Resting his forehead against mine, he slowly withdrew his cock. I clenched my teeth at losing the feel of him.

  Breath huffed from his lips. “Jesus.”

  Chills raced over me as I watched him sit back on his heels. I was surprised to see he wasn’t completely soft.

  Tracing his fingers over my garter belt, he unhooked my stockings. Moving to his feet beside the bed, he slipped off my shoes and slid everything down my legs.

  The panties weren’t salvageable.

  I was fully naked, sprawled limply across his bed. I’d never been so vulnerable in front of another person.

  He used tissue from the bedside table to remove and wrap the condom. It was strangely intimate seeing him do it.

  Jack leaned over, kissed the skin just above my mound, and helped me into a sitting position. Taking my hands, he assisted me to my feet.

  My legs felt like marshmallows.

  “Quick cleanup and a snack.” He didn’t let go of my hand as his eyes moved over me. “You, fully naked, is the stuff of fantasy.”

  Then he hugged me close to his chest.

  “You feel just right here, Petra.” He kissed the top of my head and chuckled. “Not very big without the shoes.”

  Turning my head, I stared up into his face. “Five-six. How tall are you?”

  “Six-two. Enough of a difference that you can wear the highest heels you own and I’ll still be bigger.”

  “Taller,” I corrected him without thinking.

  “Bigger.” He moved his hands as a new instrumental began to play and danced with me. “How smoothly you move. Dancing with you is fantastic.”

  Holding me, he changed the music and we moved barefoot around his bedroom. It wasn’t until the end of the song that I remembered I was naked. I looked at him with a blush.

  “That’s what I want,” he murmured. “Complete comfort, full confidence. Whatever you’re wearing…or not wearing. I want that for you. For you to trust me with all of you.”

  Dropping a quick kiss on my lips, he held my hand and led me to the bathroom. I watched in confusion as he started to fill a large jetted tub in the corner of the massive space.

  “The water closet is through there. I don’t have any hair products and stuff you’ll need but I’ll get them.”<
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  Tilting my head, I asked, “Now?”

  He grinned. “No. For the next time you’re over.” His palm smoothed over my ass. “Put me out of my misery now and tell me you’ll be back.”

  “I…yes. If you want me to.”

  “I want you to. I want you to more than I can explain.”

  I walked into the water closet to handle some priorities and when I came out, there were lit candles around the tub.

  Candles. The man had candles.

  “I’m going to get the champagne.” He held out his hand and I put mine in it. Only when I was secure in the water did he let me go. “Be right back.” He winked. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  I relaxed back in the tub and let the water sooth my well-used body. A sound made my eyes open and I watched as he set a small table with a tray on it within reach.

  He slid into the water beside me, our thighs touching. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and handed me a glass of champagne.

  When he had one, too, he clinked our glasses together. “To attending a wedding I was certain would suck and meeting a spectacular woman.”

  “To a man who has great taste in shoes, oral sex, and candles.”

  We sipped our champagne between pieces of dark chocolate and fresh raspberries. It was refreshing and strangely comfortable.

  Another unique experience from a man who affected me too strongly, in too many ways, for my peace of mind.

  * * *

  I helped him strip away the sweat-soaked duvet. Jack pulled back the rest of the bedding and covered me before stretching out beside me. The feel of his arm slipping under my shoulders was fabulous.

  Once the room was dark, my exhausted and alcohol-soaked system crashed hard.

  The sun was barely coming up when Jack woke me to another round of oral sex that left me incapable of reciprocating.

  He didn’t expect me to.

  Curling against my back, he pressed his face to my hair and we slept for several more hours.

  The second time I woke, it was with an urgent need to pee. I worked my way from under his ridiculous body and tiptoed to the bathroom.

  Taking care of business, I peeked out of the bathroom and smiled at him still sleeping.