by Tessa Bailey
“Yeah?”
She bends over the case and zips it back up, but this time I refuse to look at her ass. I’m too interested in hearing her explanation. “The Olympics was my father’s goal; a way to divert his grief. Joining the Emergency Response Unit as an instructor seemed logical, with my skill set.” A slow, dreamy breath leaves her. “But bags . . . that’s just for me. I thought if I could sell just one or two, it would mean what I love isn’t a waste of time.”
“I’ll buy all of them right now. Just give me a couple hours to sing on the subway,” I say without hesitation. Her rush of laughter hits me square in the stomach, heating every inch of me, inside and out. “Nothing you love could ever be a waste of time, honey. Nothing.”
I’m a far cry from Shakespeare, but hell if the words I managed to string together don’t chase away a little more stiffness from her body. “I have this secret wish to create them on the side, when I have time.” A tiny, too-quick laugh tumbles out. “A weapons instructor moonlighting as a handbag designer. Have you ever heard anything like it?”
“No. But I’ve never met anyone like you, either. That’s how I know it’s possible.”
Another dose of tension leaves her, those pale blues holding mine for heavy—important? I hope so—beats, before tracing down to my belt buckle, her palms rubbing the fronts of her thighs. I’m used to women wanting me, but I’ve definitely never wanted to crawl towards them on hands and knees. Never wanted to make every single thing so perfect, she can’t forget me, even if she tries. Before I can second-guess my intuition, I take off my hat and my shirt, letting the latter dangle in my fingers a moment, dropping it to the floor. With Katie’s wide eyes on me, I climb onto the bed, leaning back against the center of the headboard.
“Come here and kiss me,” I say quietly, crooking my finger at her. “I’ll kiss you all night until you decide you want more.”
Appreciation glows so brightly inside her, my hand drops. Stowing a lock of hair behind her ear, Katie walks towards me on her knees. Her weight barely dips the mattress and I’m suddenly so protective, my fingers curl into my palm with the urge to yank her close. Not yet. Not this time. When she’s only inches away, she hesitates, then rests her hands on my shoulders. I hold my breath as she eases herself onto my lap, straddling me.
There’s no restraining the moan that flies out of me. No stopping my hands from snagging her waist, holding her steady. Her pussy is hot and firm, pressing down onto my cock, her mouth a millimeter from mine and I beg, beg, beg myself not to lose control. Not to lunge forwards and pin her down. The idea of her being nervous or uncomfortable stops me, calming the crazy boiling of my blood. Somewhat.
“Did I tell you earlier how fucking hot you look in that dress?” My hands glide up her back, tangling in her hair. I tug a little on the strands and her head falls back, exposing her throat. My tongue takes advantage with a hungry lick, right up the middle. “Those boots were just cruel, Katie. My dick has been aching all night.”
She gasps when I set my mouth to work beneath her ear. Nibbling, sucking. Fuck, she tastes like mint candy and I can’t get enough. “Even though they made is necessary for you to carry me around?”
“Especially because I got to carry you around.” My mouth finds hers and delivers a nasty kiss. The kind that’s going to make her think about me eating her pussy. And yeah, I know it works like a charm when her thighs shimmy up higher around my hips, little whimpers leaving her throat and traveling into my mouth. “I loved carrying you on my back. Quickest way to let everyone know you’re all mine.” I rasp against her lips. “You are all mine, aren’t you, honey?”
“Yes.” She breathes against my lips for few beats, then leans back just enough to whip the green dress off over her head. “Maybe I should have left the boots on. Rookie move.”
Christ, it’s like a surgeon slaps me with electric paddles the way my pulse slams into hyper drive. There’s her tits, two plump little temptations, swelling over the edges of purple silk. In my periphery, I can see her panties match and I’m fucked. I’m so fucking fucked. My cock is way too stiff to be confined in my jeans. When she leans forwards for another kiss, pressing down on the erection from hell and I groan like a dying man through my teeth, understanding dawns in her beautiful, flushed face.
“Oh, we should get your jeans off.”
“I knew I liked you, Snaps,” I manage, my voice sounding like smashed glass. “Just . . . just the belt and zipper so he can breathe, huh?”
Her eyes widen, as if it just occurred that I’m hoping she’ll perform the job. I’m already crazy for Katie—let’s just face it—and I sink a whole lot deeper when she takes a bracing breath and squares her shoulders. Her blue eyes flick up to mine, once, twice, as she unfastens my belt. We both stare down at the trunk of flesh battling my zipper for freedom, our heavy breaths colliding in the space between us. She makes a sound of sympathy and hurries to slide my button through the denim hole and lower my zipper. My dick bobs out and rebounds off my bare stomach, the sudden lack of pressure wrenching a hoarse sigh from my chest.
“You . . . you don’t wear underwear?”
Unbelievable. I want to nail this girl until she’s a sticky, sobbing mess and she can’t even look at my cock without blushing. Everything she does ties my organs up in knots. “Might have to start wearing some around you. I’ve never had to worry so much about being hard in public.”
Her upper lip curls. “Don’t pretend you care about offending people.”
My heart squeezes. “Caught me.” Keeping our eyes locked, I slip my hands around to her ass, cradling her cheeks in my palm, skimming up and down, listening to her inhales and exhales accelerate. “You want to play a game, Katie?”
She nods jerkily, her throat working with a swallow.
“Since I don’t have any underwear on, why don’t you share yours with me?” I knead her tight, rounded ass. “Try to get my cock inside your panties. No using your hands, though. That would be cheating. Just your thighs and hips, you understand? If you manage to get me inside that purple silk with your wet pussy, you win.”
By the time I finish outlining the rules, her eyelids are at half-mast and I know, I know I could throw her down and give us what we both need right now. She’s ready. But I don’t just want Katie ready. I want her screaming for my cock and clawing me when I hold out. I want her to resent every second I’m not slamming into her. I want to own her.
Turns out, she’s going to own me, though. She kisses me once—to gather courage?—then the slick material of her panties settles against my erection. The back of my skull meets the headboard and lights flash in front of my vision. And that’s before she starts moving. That first slide of damp silk up and down my dick burns the inside of my throat, turns a molten hot wrench in my belly. She turns me into a desperate beggar and I want every inch of her against me. Want nothing between us. I release a broken growl on the next stroking writhe of her pussy, my hands flying to the front clasp of her bra, flicking it open with shaking hands.
“Ah, Jesus, Katie. You’ve got the sexiest tits.” Keeping one hand on her sweet ass so I can feel her ride me, I use the other to mold her left breast. Lifting it for my starved mouth to feast on. I do, too. I start by opening wide and rubbing the center of my tongue over her pointed nipple, up and down, until the pace of her hips kicks up. Then I lick a circle around the rose-colored bud, before sucking it hard between my lips.
“Jack! Oh my God.” Her breath shudders in and out. “D-do that again. Again, please.”
Praise Jesus, the Virgin Mary and Santa Claus. My girl has sensitive nipples. Not everyone does and if I couldn’t get my mouth on these little handfuls as often as possible, it would have been fucking blasphemy. “Move my head, honey. Put me anywhere you want. Make sure I give them both enough attention.”
I’m going to have a sore neck in the morning, but it’s going to be worth it. Katie drags me from right to left, demanding I suck her nipples with throaty whimpers that have pr
ecum beading on the head of my cock, dripping down the sides. “Please, Jack, please.”
“Good girl. Fuck me through those sexy little underwear.” I take a chance and slap her ass—a nice, firm swat—and I’m rewarded with a shocked moan of pleasure. “You haven’t won the game yet. Your pussy is still all alone inside those panties, isn’t it?”
Chapter 13
Katie
“Yes,” I reply through clenched teeth, a hot, uncontrollable shiver passing through my limbs, making them tighten around Jack. “I . . . It doesn’t want to be alone, though.”
Christ’s sake. He actually has me referring to my vagina as an it. I don’t care, though. I don’t have the available worry space to loan out. All I want is Jack between my legs, filling me, moving. Just like back on the subway, I’m lost to the sparkly, echo chamber known as lust and Jack is the one who locked me in here. He’s done what I thought was the unthinkable, getting me to a point beyond self-consciousness or thoughts of consequences. I’m lost to Jack’s magic.
His mouth on my breasts has turned my panties sopping wet, but I shamelessly arch my back and beg in a shaking voice for more. More of the addictive sucking. Lusty eyes glitter up at me as he dives in, capturing my nipple between his lips, worrying it, pulling on the bud with a harsh groan, his forehead wrinkling. “Feels so good.” I grip the sides of his face, holding him to my chest as my hips buck wildly. I’m mindless and hot and aching and exploding with need. Jack challenged me to a game and now, knowing he was serious about it, I wiggle right and left, trying to slide the head of his erection under the seam of my underwear. All I succeed in doing is rubbing my clit against his impossibly thick flesh and making myself throb all the harder. “B-but impossible. It’s . . . I can’t.”
“Try again.” His voice is a croak against my nipple, sending a rippling vibration through my core. I look down at him through hazy vision and catch the devilish wink he sends me. “If you need to cheat and use your hands, I won’t tell anyone.”
He levers up and catches my mouth in time to stifle my laugh. I really should slag him over using the ploy to get my hands on him, but I feel only appreciation. When we walked into the room, my nerves were hopping all over my skin and now I’m right here. Every ounce of my concentration centered on Jack and the insane way he makes me feel. My lips curve against his as I reach down and circle my hand around the base of his erection, holding tight. Stroking up to the tip and back down to the bottom.
“Fuck. Holy shit,” he hisses, his words running together. “Really loving those callouses about now, Snaps. Feels like you’re giving me a little teeth. God, don’t stop.”
Callouses. Who knew? Amazed that the simplest of touches can turn this experienced man into a shuddering mass of bunched muscles, I ease my grip up and down again. And again and again. Until Jack is pumping his hips into my grip, rasping my name between curse words. But he goes completely still when I tuck the head of his arousal into the wet swath of silk between my thighs, slipping him through my wetness, awe and need storming in my middle. “Did I win the game?”
I’m glad he recognizes my voice, because I don’t. “Yes. You win all the games. Forever.” Sweat starts to form on his upper lip, veins straining in his arms and neck. “Come on, Katie. Don’t be afraid to rub me on that clit. She and I work very well together, remember?” A memory of Jack’s head between my legs, his shoulders pressing my thighs apart, shimmers in my mind. The breath in my lungs run scarce, but I manage to slide his flesh closer to where it’s needed. “Yeah, you remember,” he says hoarsely, nipping at my mouth. “Remind her how much I love her.”
His hips give an encouraging nudge, then he’s there. I am, too. Rubbing that smooth part of him over a place only Jack and I have touched. In a matter of seconds, there’s a tightening in the dead center of my body. Like a spinning ball of feathers, tickling my bloodstream and nerve endings, making them clamour and race. “Jack . . . Jack, I’m going to . . .”
“No.” His hips edge back, taking his erection out of my greedy fist. But I only have half a breath to experience disappointment, before Jack shoots forwards and my back lands on the mattress, sending a thrill racing down my spine. He looms above me in the near darkness, looking like a thirsty man who suspects I’m the final source of water. “All that’s left is your panties, honey. But I want them off. And I want them off right fucking now. That work for you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, twining my fingers in the ends of my hair. “Yes, Jack. To everything, okay?”
His eyes flare, warm fingers dipping and curling into the waistband of my underwear, wrenching them down my legs. Throwing them aside. I’m naked. I’m totally naked with Jack Garrett and I’m thrilled about it.
“Everything, huh?” He falls forwards onto his elbows, sucking a red mark onto the inside of my right thigh. Following suit with the left as his hands slowly scoop beneath my bottom, holding it at the ready. He’s such an overwhelming sexual being in that moment, I feel a flutter of apprehension. Until what he says next. “Does everything include holding you all night? Kissing you back to sleep if you have a nightmare?”
An invisible hand slides between my ribcage and tweaks everything beneath. “Yes.”
Jack finishes leaving the marks and focuses on my center, humming deep in his throat as he gives my flesh a long, deliberate lick. The pillows are kicked off the bed by his anxious feet as he surges closer, pressing his mouth as close as it can get. It’s everything I can do not to scream as his tongue finds my clit, circling, circling until I begin to go mad. A fresh storm is building just south of my belly button and Jack is conducting it, whipping it into a frenzy. My thighs are draped over his wide shoulders, but I have no idea which one of us put them there.
“Oh God. Stay.” I trap a scream behind my teeth. “Don’t stop doing that.”
“Easy, honey. We’ll get there.”
His tongue leaves me, though, and I lose myself completely, locking my heels and trying to keep his mouth in that perfect place where I need it. Need it so bad. When Jack lays a kiss on my stomach and whispers my name, I loosen my muscles. Just in time for him to ease a finger into my dampness. Pumping it. And again, the storm whips. I’m looking up at the ceiling, but I don’t see it. His knuckle twists on top of my clit, his finger jiggling inside me. My pleasure is blinding me. I’m shaking. There are tears or sweat or both sliding down my temples and I don’t care. My body has a mind of its own, arching and clenching, my voice begging.
When he adds a second finger and flickers his tongue against my clit, I scream. Loud. I actually scream his name. I want him to fix the bone-shattering ache inside me and he finally seems inclined to do that. Although when he prowls up my body, the idea that he might have been reluctant to ease my pain becomes ridiculous.
If possible, Jack is needier than me. His eyes are so dripping with lust, he almost appears haunted with it. Even in the darkness, I can see his pupils block out every bit of green. His erection is parallel to his hard stomach, skimming up my curves as he crawls up and devours my mouth. Falls on it like I’m going to keep him alive. We kiss like the sky is collapsing, a roar beginning in my ears, but through the white sound, I hear him opening a condom wrapper and the sound of latex unrolling.
“Katie, I’m fucking dying,” he grates against my mouth. “Open your legs for me.”
They’re already open, but I don’t bother telling him. I’m too rolled up in his hunger, becoming a servant to it. I nod, running my thumbs over his cheekbones, lips, chin, and I hike my knees up, letting Jack feel them at his hips. Our breath races out of our mouths like two overheating engines as Jack reaches down and guides himself to my entrance, pushing in deep and collapsing on top of me, grinding a vile curse into my ear.
“Goddammit. Katie, Katie, Katie. You’re so motherfucking tight.”
There’s a slice of pain, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure of being filled. The pleasure of knowing the secrets of my body are enough to make Jack vibrate like a tuning fork
. I’m pinned, like a sacrifice, to the bed . . . and I love it. It’s as though I’ve drunk a potion that sensitizes my skin, makes every inch of me feel sexy, and I throw my head back and drink in the miracle, even as the urgency builds and builds in my loins.
Jack’s lips drag across my collarbone, up my neck, over my cheek to finally settle against my mouth. His eyes burn into mine and an answering bell rings inside me. “Feel this?” He slides his inches out of me and punches back in with a growl. “It’s yours for as long as you want it. You’ve got it locked down. The only reason I’ll take it out is to piss a circle around you.” His head dips, those sensual lips closing around my swollen right nipple and suckling, his cheeks hollowing until he sets my breast free of his torture. “Understand me, Katie?”
Satisfaction expands inside my chest. “I understand you, Jack.”
His mouth is on mine again before I finish chattering the words, his tongue invading to set off a new, stronger detonation in my belly. “You hurting?” he asks between long, filthy, searching kisses. “Ah, honey. Tell me you’re not hurting.”
“I am.”
“No. No.”
A hot, rough melding of mouths. “I am because you’re . . . pushing against all these places and making me crazy. I need you to move against them. Me. Please.”
Apart from those two initial thrusts, he’s been a hard, pulsing presence inside me. It was more of a shock in the beginning, but I must have gotten used to his size, because this time when he drives deep, I almost come off the bed, carried by a sizzling bolt of pleasure.
“Jack. Don’t stop.” I release a sound halfway between a gasp and a sob. “You feel amazing. Please, please.”
His head falls into the crook of my neck, a guttural moan pelting my skin. “Jesus Christ. This is it, right? You’re okay now?” His hands find my bent legs and push them wide, his own knees bracing, readying on the bed. “You feel too tight for a rough fuck, Katie, but I don’t know if I can stop myself.” He tightens his ass and grinds into me, circling, circling. “Fuck me. You’ve got such a hot little cunt.”
