Dead Pretty

by Samantha Towle

  It will be totally worth it.

  “Are you real?” I turn my head to look at him.

  He’s smiling. “I’m not sure how to answer that question.”

  I shift onto my side, placing my hand under my head to support it. “Your stamina is unreal.”

  He laughs.

  “I’m serious.” I press my hand to his damp chest. “It’s inhuman. Are you a machine or something?”

  He’s still laughing, louder now. He moves onto his side, putting us face-to-face. “You’re good for a man’s ego.”

  “And you’re good for a woman’s orgasm count.” I grin.

  His hand lands on my thigh. He lifts it, hooking it over his leg, bringing me closer to him.

  I like that he needs me near. I like it a whole lot.

  “And we’ve only just gotten started.” He kisses me once, softly, gently.

  So out of context with the way he just spent the last …

  Actually, what the hell time is it?

  My eyes seek out the alarm clock on my nightstand.

  Jesus. It’s late.

  “Do you need to go back to your apartment?”

  “Do you want me to go back to my apartment?”

  “Stop answering a question with a question.” I lightly bat at his chest, and he chuckles. “I’m not kicking you out. I was just wondering if Eleven needed to be fed.”

  “I put her food down before I left for our date, so she’s good.”

  “She won’t break out again?”

  “It’s always a possibility.”

  “You can … bring her over here, if you want to …”

  He stares back at me. “Are you asking me to stay the night?”

  Looking away, I shrug and bite my lip.

  I do want him to stay. But I’m afraid to admit it to myself as much as I’m afraid to admit it to him.

  His finger curls under my chin, and his thumb tugs my lip free.

  “Well, if you were asking me to get my pussy and stay over tonight, then my answer would most definitely be yes.”

  Laughter splutters from me. “Your pussy?”

  His brow rises, but I can see the humor in his eyes. “Cat. You pervert.”

  “Uh-huh. I’m the pervert,” I tease. “You’re the one who brought up pussies.”

  “I like pussies. They’re my favorite.”

  I’m laughing harder now. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this. “No kidding.”

  He gently pushes me onto my back. Climbing over me, his hips between mine, he holds himself up on his hands and stares down at me.

  “What?” I ask, smiling up at him.

  “I like it when you laugh. A fuck of a lot. Your whole face lights up, and you get this glow about you. You are always beautiful, Audrey. But when you laugh, you are on a whole other level.”

  My heart feels like it’s stopped beating. Like time has ceased moving.

  That’s literally the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I honestly have no words.

  All I can do is stare at him.

  I reach a hand to his face. I brush my fingers over his forehead, down his temple, along his cheekbone, loving the way his eyes close at my touch.

  I place my hand to his cheek and guide his mouth down to mine as I lift my head up to meet him halfway.

  “Ask me,” he whispers right before our lips touch.

  “What?”

  “You know what.”

  He wants me to ask him to stay over.

  Why is this such a big deal for me to say? It’s not like I’m asking the guy to marry me.

  Taking a breath, I shove my nerves away and whisper, “Stay the night.”

  He presses his lips to mine, softly kissing me. “My answer will always be yes.”

  I can’t help but smile against his mouth.

  Then, he gives me one more lasting peck on the lips and pushes off me, getting up from the bed. “I’ll go get Eleven and bring her back here. I’ll be five minutes, max.”

  I watch Jack as he pulls on his jeans and pushes his feet into his boots.

  “Your sweater’s in the living room,” I tell him, biting my lip at the memory of him removing it.

  Jack grins, and then he leans down and gives me another kiss before he exits my bedroom. I hear the click of the front door opening and shutting a second later.

  I flop back on my bed, letting out a giggle, covering my face with my hands.

  I can’t believe I just had sex with Jack.

  Multiple times!

  Oh. My. Sweet. God!

  He’s so frigging hot.

  And I can’t stop smiling.

  I have just broken every single rule in my own damn book, and I don’t care.

  Because, you know … orgasms.

  I know I should have ended the night just then. Not asked him to stay over.

  But truth be told … I want him here.

  And it’s not just the sex. Although that is awesome.

  It’s having him here. Talking to him. Listening to him talk to me. Having that physical closeness with another human being.

  Just to have one night when I’m not alone and afraid.

  And being with Jack, it’s so much more than I imagined it could be.

  It has been so long since I had anything near to what I’ve had tonight.

  Well, honestly, I have never had anything like what I have just experienced with Jack.

  To say the sex was phenomenal would be a severe understatement.

  The man’s stamina is insane. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to keep up with him at one point. Thank God he mostly took the lead.

  How the guy is currently single is shocking to me.

  How his girlfriend managed to let him go is beyond me.

  He’s gorgeous, and he screws like a porn star.

  My girl parts are tingling just at the thought of the things he did to me. The things we did together.

  The soreness between my legs is a constant reminder of having him there.

  How can I feel as empty as I do without him here right now?

  I actually miss him. He only went over to his apartment and will be back soon, and I’m lying here like a damn sap, missing him.

  Which is pathetic.

  But true.

  I’m acting ridiculous.

  God, get a grip, Audrey.

  Scrubbing my hands over my face, I let out something between a laugh and a wistful sigh before I clamber out of bed.

  Obviously, I still have my tank on. Which is damp from all the physical exertion Jack just put me through.

  But my boobs are hanging out the top.

  Classy.

  Chuckling to myself, I pull my tank back up, covering the girls.

  Jack seems to be a breast man. And an ass man. He also seems to like spending a considerable amount of time between my legs.

  Not that I’m complaining. Never, ever would I complain about that.

  I giggle again to myself.

  Listen to me, giggling like a little schoolgirl. I need to sort myself out.

  I grab a fresh tank top and a pair of pajama shorts out of my drawer. My back is to the bedroom door, and I know Jack’s not back yet because I would have heard the front door open, but even still, I glance over my shoulder, making sure I’m alone.

  I quickly tug off my damp tank top and change into the new one, covering myself back up. I toss the dirty one in the laundry hamper and pull on the pajama shorts.

  Then, I use the bathroom, giving my teeth a quick scrub clean, and then pad my way through to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

  I’ve just finished filling up my glass when my apartment door opens, and Jack walks through with Eleven in his arms.

  I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. My body lighting back up for him.

  It’s crazy.

  The moment Eleven sees me, she jumps down from Jack’s arms and comes trotting over to me. She hops up onto the kitchen counter, and I can’t even
tell her to get down because it’s so damn cute how happy she is to see me.

  I stroke her fur, and she purrs happily, wandering up and down the counter, winding her tail around my arm.

  After turning one of the dead bolts, Jack walks over, coming up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist. “Someone missed you.”

  “I missed her.”

  He presses a kiss to my temple. “And I missed you.”

  I laugh softly. No way am I admitting I missed him too. I’m not that weak for him. Yet. “You were gone five minutes,” I whisper, sliding my hands over his.

  He places his lips on the juncture between my neck and shoulder. “Five minutes too long away from you. And you.” His hand glides down my belly to cup between my legs.

  I turn in his arms, bringing us face-to-face. Well, my face to his chest. He’s so much taller than me.

  I rest my face against his chest. I can smell myself on his skin, and something primal and possessive passes through me.

  Lifting my head, I push up onto my toes and press my mouth to his.

  Jack makes this sexy, growly sound. Then, he picks me up, sets me on the counter, and stands between my legs.

  I hook my ankles together around him, holding him to me. Not that he seems keen to go anywhere.

  He presses his face to my neck, running his nose along my pulse point, inhaling. “I like smelling me on you.”

  His teeth graze along my jaw, making me shiver.

  “I like having you on me, period.”

  I feel his smile against my skin.

  “And how about in you, pretty girl? You like that too?”

  “I think you already know the answer to that, soldier.” I dig my heels into his ass, making my point.

  He nips my bottom lip with his teeth before fitting his mouth over mine.

  I moan into the kiss, my fingers winding into his hair.

  “Fuck. You taste good,” he breathes.

  “I brushed my teeth.”

  He chuckles. “I didn’t mean the mint. Although that’s nice too.”

  He takes another kiss from my lips before moving down my neck, trailing kisses to my collarbone. I tip my head back to give him better access. A hand covers my breast, squeezing, causing a bolt of lust to shoot straight between my legs.

  Needing contact, I press myself against him. He’s hard already.

  Knowing I do that to him only turns me on further.

  Jack licks a path back to my mouth. His hands find my hips, and he tugs me even tighter to his body.

  We’re hip to hip. Chest to chest. Mouth to mouth.

  The only way we could be closer is if he were inside me. And knowing that is happening real soon just drives my need for him higher.

  Jack circles his hips, rubbing his denim-covered erection against me. Creating a delicious friction through my pajama bottoms.

  I can feel how wet I am. I’m soaking through my shorts, likely leaving a wet patch on Jack’s jeans, and I can’t even care to be embarrassed because it feels so damn good.

  I tug Jack’s shirt up, needing to see him. He removes it in that sexy way he does.

  How can the way he takes off his shirt turn me on?

  No clue. But it does.

  I glide my fingers over his abs, up to his nipples, running my fingers over one, testing his sensitivity there.

  By the way his blue eyes flare, he seems to like it. A lot.

  I dip my head and kiss his chest, licking my way over one nipple.

  A growl rumbles beneath his skin. I feel the effect of it against my lips.

  He grabs my head, bringing my mouth back to his, and plunders it with his tongue. Practically fucking my mouth.

  Another erogenous zone found.

  Win for Audrey.

  Grabbing my legs, he pulls them from around his body. His hands make fast work of removing my pajama shorts.

  “Jesus,” he growls when he sees that I’m not wearing panties, making me smile. “And I thought the sight of you in those panties earlier was hot. This is so much better.”

  He brings my shorts to his face, pressing his nose into them, and inhales.

  Sweet Christ on a cracker.

  That is so freaking sexy.

  Dropping the shorts to the floor, he unfastens his jeans. The lowering of the zip is erotically loud in the silence of my apartment.

  He pushes them down, and his cock springs free from its confines.

  It stands hard and proud against his stomach.

  My mouth actually waters at the sight, knowing exactly how it tastes and feels when my lips are wrapped around his dick.

  “Going commando too?” I bite my lower lip, watching him from beneath my lashes.

  “Anything to aid quicker access to fucking you.”

  His bold openness in regard to sex is like crack for me. I love it when he talks this way.

  He kicks his jeans off, and then he is magnificently naked in front of me.

  My hands curl around the edge of the counter. It is all I can do to keep me there and stop myself from launching at him like a sex-depraved nympho.

  Jack steps closer to me. His hands wrap around my feet, and he lifts them up, setting my heels on the countertop.

  I’m wide open and exposed to him.

  “I fucking love how wet you get for me.” He dips his finger between my folds, dragging it over my clit, making me shudder.

  I shouldn’t be this turned on.

  I’ve already had more orgasms in the past few hours than I’ve had in the last few years.

  But even still, my body is crying out for more.

  For more of him.

  I wonder if I will ever get my fill.

  Part of me hopes not. The stupid part of me, that is.

  Jack’s eyes are fixed where his hand is. “Need to taste you again,” he rumbles. He drops to his knees on my kitchen floor and buries his face against my pussy.

  “Oh God,” I moan, grabbing hold of his hair.

  He runs his nose up and down, getting my wetness on his skin.

  It’s incredibly erotic. But then so is everything else that he does to me.

  His hands move between my legs, fingers opening my folds, exposing my most sensitive parts to him.

  “So fucking pretty.”

  The tip of his tongue licks my clit. It’s scorching hot. Like every single part of me.

  Then, he blows a stream of cool air over my clit.

  He repeats this over and over, driving me crazy.

  “Jack,” I whine. Needing more. More pressure. More him. More everything.

  His eyes lift to mine. The grin on his face is unrepentant. The bastard is enjoying teasing me.

  “You need this?” He leisurely slides a finger inside me.

  “Yes,” I hiss. “God, yes.”

  He starts slowly fucking me with his thick finger.

  In and out.

  Then, he puts his mouth back on me. With his finger buried deep inside me, he does a come-hither motion, hitting the sweetest of all spots. One I didn’t even know existed until this very moment.

  Then, he sucks my clit into his mouth.

  And I go off like a firecracker.

  I didn’t even see the orgasm coming.

  It hits me like the g-force on a roller coaster.

  My hips pump against his face, riding the orgasm out until I’m weak and boneless.

  But Jack isn’t finished. He’s still licking and sucking, like he can’t get enough of me.

  “Jack,” I pant. “I can’t.”

  “Yes,” he growls against my pussy, “you can.” He removes his finger, replacing it with his tongue, fucking me with it, while his thumb now rubs over my clit. Back and forth. In and out.

  “Fuck,” I whimper, falling back onto my elbows, no longer able to keep myself up.

  It’s barely seconds before I feel myself starting to climb to the peak again.

  Seems Jack knows my body better than I do.

  Because I come there again, minu
tes later, with Jack’s tongue buried deep inside me.

  I’m panting, gasping for air. Limp like a noodle. Shamelessly splayed out on my kitchen countertop.

  Jack gets to his feet. His hair is pulled in every direction from my gripping hands. His face glistening with my cum.

  He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I tell him.

  He likes that because his eyes darken with lust. “Need you,” he rasps.

  “Take me.”

  He grabs a condom from the pocket of his jeans and tears the foil open, rolling the rubber onto his engorged cock.

  I move to drop my feet from the counter and sit up, but Jack catches hold of them, shaking his head.

  “Stay put.”

  I lower my back down to the cool surface. It feels good against my overheated skin.

  Hands still gripping my feet, Jack lifts my legs. Turning his head to one, he licks a path up the arch of my foot.

  Holy hell.

  My whole body is trembling and shuddering.

  “You like that?” he asks.

  All I can do is nod.

  He repeats the motion again on my other foot before placing my legs over his shoulders.

  Taking his cock in hand, he rubs it between my folds.

  Pausing it at my entrance, he stares into my eyes, and then he starts to slowly bury himself to the hilt.

  My eyes pretty much roll back into my head when he hits home.

  It’s like feeling him for the first time all over again.

  I wonder if I will ever get used to taking Jack inside of me and the feelings it gives me … that he gives me.

  Part of me hopes I never do.

  One of his strong arms wraps across both my thighs, pulling my hips to the edge of the counter.

  Then, bracing his hands on either side of my head, Jack starts to fuck me.

  There is no tenderness in this. Just like the other times he screwed me.

  It’s a good, old-fashioned, lust-fueled fucking.

  He’s jackhammering in and out of me.

  My breasts bounce beneath my tank top.

  I wish that I could take this top off, let Jack see them … me … fully.

  But I can’t, and I’m not even going to wish for more when I have this right here.

  Him, right here with me. Giving me everything he has to give.

  “Fuck, Audrey. I love how incredible your pussy feels. Tight like a fist.”

  “Around your big dick,” I add.

  I surprise myself, saying it. I like hearing dirty talk, but I don’t usually say those things myself. I’m not really a vocal person in bed. Jack is a talker, and I really do love it. It is such a massive turn-on.