And why the hell wasn’t he wearing a shirt?
Oh, yeah. She had accidentally spilled salsa all over him when she reached across him to grab another chip. As clumsy and awkward as usual.
“A year, huh?” His eyes trailed over her body. She wore a tank top and leggings that showed off every curve.
She felt good underneath his hands. Too good. He felt his dick start to get hard. He wasn’t sure if that was from being so close to her sexy body or hearing how long it had been since she’d been fucked.
He remembered what Chris had told him at the beach. That Jessie didn’t have a lot of experience. He usually didn’t find inexperience very arousing. But for some reason the thought of fucking Jessie was the most exciting thing he thought about anymore.
He let her go before she could notice the hard bulge forming in his pants.
“See that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She laughed and sat up. “Okay my turn.”
“What do you want to know?”
She reached toward him and ran her finger over the scar on his upper left chest. She felt him tense a little at her touch. “How did you get this?”
He sighed. “I already told you. Iraq.”
Jessie’s mind quickly replayed the night that they had fooled around in the hot tub at Jack’s beach place. That was the night she had asked him about the scar.
“I know, but what’s it from? This one looks like it’s from a chest tube.” She ran her finger over another small scar on his side.
“How did you know that?” Jack looked at her, his expression hesitant.
“My mom’s a trauma surgeon, remember?”
He nodded. “Took a bullet in the chest. Collapsed my lung.”
“Who shot you?” Jessie swallowed, her heart racing.
“All that matters is I took that mother fucker out before I hit the ground. Nick dragged me out. Saved my life.”
His face was impassive, but Jessie could see something in his eyes that told her he wasn’t as unaffected as he appeared.
Jessie shuddered and nodded.
“And this one?” She reached across his body and gently ran her finger over a very faded scar on the right side of his abdomen. The Fireball was definitely getting to her. She was officially drunk.
Jack grasped her hand and pressed it against him, covering the scar. He stared into her eyes.
“That’s two questions.” His voice was steady.
“Okay. You can ask me another nosy, personal question after you answer mine.”
He was silent for another moment. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke. “I was in a car accident when I was a kid. Got sliced pretty deep by a piece of broken glass. The scar is where they stitched me up.”
“A car accident?” Jessie asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Jack’s eyes were blank when he nodded.
She slid toward him, putting her arms around him instinctively, wanting to comfort him.
He reached for her without thinking, pulling her into his lap. He pulled her close, his nose against her soft, silky hair.
“Were you in the car accident that killed your mom?” Jessie ran one hand through the hair on the back of his head and the other hand rubbed his back.
“Yeah.” She felt him take a deep breath and exhale, his lips brushing against the skin on her throat.
“Was Sarah in the car, too?”
“No. It was just me, Chris and my mom. We were coming back from my baseball practice. Some asshole not paying attention ran a red light.”
“Chris was in the car with you, too?” Jessie asked, surprised. She wondered if Zoey knew that.
Jack nodded.
“Do you remember the accident or were you unconscious?”
“I remember. I never lost consciousness. The car was upside down. I saw… blood… she was crying, but she was talking to me and Chris, telling us it was going to be okay. It seemed like forever until anyone got there to help. I finally heard the sirens, saw the lights. By then she wasn’t talking anymore. She was just making this… gurgling sound. She was… dying. I wanted to help her but… I couldn’t.”
He never talked about this. How did Jessie always seem to find a way to get him to talk about things?
“I’m so sorry, Jack.” She hugged him. “You must have been so scared. You were just a little boy.”
A tear ran down Jessie’s cheek.
Jack’s face was its usual mask of indifference, his voice low but controlled.
“My dad was supposed to pick us up, but he never showed. Turned out he’d left work early that day and gotten wasted at a bar. He’d picked up some slut and taken her to a hotel room. While my mom was bleeding to death he was fucking someone else. Nice, huh? They couldn’t even find him until the next day.” His voice was hard and bitter.
He pulled away from her embrace and they stared in each other’s eyes. He used his thumb to gently brush away her tear.
“Why are you crying?” Jack smirked. “Don’t look at me like that, Jessie. I’m fine. It was a lifetime ago. I never even think about it.”
He looked down at her lips and Jessie was sure he was going to kiss her. She waited breathlessly, her heart pounding in anticipation.
But instead of kissing her, he gently moved her off of his lap and back to the seat on the couch next to him.
“I think you owe me a few questions now. That was way more than one,” Jack said, smiling, and lightening the mood.
He wanted to change the subject. Talking about his childhood traumas made him uncomfortable. Who the fuck cared? It was over. Ancient history.
She swallowed her disappointment and laughed. “Okay, fine. What do you want to know?”
“Do you play with your pussy… get yourself off?” Jack asked.
“Jack! I am not talking about that with you!”
He laughed. “What’s the big deal? We talk about everything else.”
Jessie rolled her eyes. “No, we don’t talk about everything.”
“I answered your questions,” Jack reminded her, his eyes focusing between her legs as he spoke. “We had a deal.”
“Why do you want to know?” Jessie asked.
“I don’t know. Just curious.”
Jessie sighed. “Okay, fine. Yes, sometimes.”
“Really?” Jack raised his eyebrows, a salacious smile spreading across his face. “Hard for me to picture you doing that.”
“Why would you picture me doing that?” Jessie asked shyly.
“I don’t know. Would be a good X-rated mental image to jerk off to,” he laughed.
“Oh. How often do you do that?”
“What? Jerk off? Or think about you while I do it?” He laughed again and poured another shot.
Jessie blushed and looked away. “Yeah, right. You always say I’m not your type.”
He shrugged and teased her. “You’d be surprised how sexy I can make you in my demented fantasies.”
“Well that was just rude.” Jessie’s heart was racing. Where was this conversation going?
Jack didn’t say anything for a moment. He stared at her, his expression unreadable.
“That came out wrong… didn’t mean to imply that you aren’t attractive. I’m sure a lot of guys are into you.”
Jessie laughed and her cheeks flushed. “Yeah… tons of them! I’m sure a lot of guys like the virgin little sister/good girl thing that I have going on. But you prefer your women already broken in. Isn’t that what you said?” She playfully punched his arm.
Jack rolled his eyes as she threw his words back at him… words he had spoken to his friends about her. “Guess Kyle told you I said that.”
Fucking Kyle. What a big fucking mouth that guy had.
“Kyle didn’t have to tell me anything, Jack. You’re the biggest manwhore I’ve ever met but you’ve never tried to have sex with me, even when we’ve slept together in the same bed. Not even when we’ve… you know…” She looked away, her face heating up despite the alcoh
ol loosening up her inhibitions. “So I’m pretty clear on the fact that you don’t want to have sex with me anymore than you’d want to have sex with Chris or Nick.”
He laughed at her joke. She couldn’t be more wrong about him not being attracted to her, but he didn’t correct her. It was better if she thought he wasn’t. Honestly if she knew all of the perverted things he fantasized about doing to her while he jerked his dick off she probably would never speak to him again.
“Well if I ever have to pick one of you to drive my dick into, trust me, you’re getting fucked, princess, broken in or not.”
She laughed nervously, his words sending that crazy shiver down her spine. “Ew… don’t talk like that. You still didn’t answer my question. How often do you… you know…”
Jack gave her an amused look. “I usually rub one out just about every morning and again before I go to sleep, unless I get off with someone. Then I don’t need to.”
“Really? That often?”
“Yeah. You wouldn’t believe how much I think about pussy, Jessie. Depraved shit, too. I mean, it’s bordering on obsessive. Why? How often do you do it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe once a month or so? I’m not sure. I don’t keep track or anything.” Jessie shivered, wondering what he thought about that was so depraved.
What was wrong with her? Why did the thought of finding out what got Jack crazy, passed-the-point-of-no-return, and out-of-control horny get her so turned on? Even now, she could feel her pussy tingling with curiosity just at the thought of Jack showing her what he liked.
“Doesn’t sound like you’re very horny.”
“It’s not that, I just… sometimes I can’t…” Jessie trailed off.
“What?” Jack prompted her.
“Promise you won’t make fun of me?”
He nodded. “Okay.”
“Sometimes I can’t, you know… make myself… finish.” She felt herself blush.
“No?” Jack’s eyes moved up and down her body. “Why is that?”
Jessie shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just… frustrating.”
“How do you do it? Use your hand? A vibrator or something?” Jack’s dick was uncomfortably hard from this conversation.
“I can’t believe I’m talking to you about this. I’m way too drunk.” Jessie laughed, pouring herself another shot.
“Well?”
“My hand. I don’t have a vibrator.”
“If you want I can watch you do it and let you know how your technique is. Go ahead… give it a go.”
His eyes were lit up with amusement as he leaned back as if he was preparing to enjoy the show.
“Yeah, right! You wish.” Jessie laughed. “Do you just… think about sex while you do it?” she asked.
Jack nodded. “Yeah. Usually.”
“Like sex you’ve already had or sex you want to have?”
“Both. Sometimes I look at porn, too.”
“Really? What kind of porn? I mean, what’s it like?” She thought of the porn magazines she knew he had in his bedroom.
“Just regular stuff, I guess. Threesomes, girl-on-girl, girls getting fucked in every hole, getting themselves off, getting blasted all over. Why? Want to watch some with me?” He was teasing her.
Jessie was blushing furiously. “No, of course not.”
She looked away. He was making fun of her and she was starting to get annoyed.
“What do you think about when you get yourself off?” Jack’s dick was rock hard, envisioning Jessie, lying in bed, her fingers in her pussy, moaning and throwing her head back. If she thought about him when she did that it would only make it that much hotter.
Jessie shrugged. He was looking at her like he knew. “Maybe we should put the movie back on.”
He reached for her then, pulling her onto his lap so she straddled him. “Is this what you think about?”
Jessie’s eyes widened in surprise as she felt Jack invade her personal space, his hard, muscular body pressed against her, his lips hovering just over hers. She felt his erection straining through his sweatpants and digging into her skin.
“Jack, you’re drunk. And so am I,” Jessie whispered breathlessly as she felt his hands slip around her back and tug on her tank top. “What are you doing?”
“Fuck if I know,” he murmured as he pressed his face into her neck. “All I know is thinking about you rubbing your clit and fingering yourself made this happen.”
He pressed her against him so she could feel his erection, rock hard and massive, right against her pussy. The material of her leggings was thin enough that she could feel his cock throbbing as he took a shaky breath. “Feel how fucking hard I am?”
Jack lifted her tank top over her head and dropped it on the couch next to him, leaving her in a pretty black bra. His eyes drank her in, his breath coming faster now.
He kissed her then, his lips hot and demanding, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hands roamed freely all over her, like he had every right. Like he owned her. Over her bra, cupping her ass, rubbing in between her legs over her leggings.
His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra as he kissed her neck. The mood had changed from light and teasing to something darker. Even his voice had changed. He sounded hard, angry, frustrated. “Aren’t you going to stop me? Or are you going to let me finish undressing you? Probably won’t be the way you like it. I don’t do sweet.”
Jessie moaned and welcomed his touch and his kiss. “How would you know how I like it?”
“Just a guess. So tell me then. What do you like?”
“I’m not… I don’t know,” Jessie whispered.
Fuck. Why was the idea of helping Jessie figure out what she liked so goddamn hot? He trailed his hands down her sides, hooking his fingers into her leggings and tugging gently.
He stood her up and pushed her back a few feet so she was against the wall. He turned her around roughly, so she was facing away from him, with one hand gripping both wrists together and lifting her arms above her head, pinning her against the wall.
He grinded his erection against her ass and grunted.
“That what you want? Is that what you think about when you touch yourself?”
“Mmmm… Jack… yes…” Jessie panted, unable to form any other words.
“Yeah? Tell me what you think about when you rub your pussy… what gets you going?” Jack whispered against her ear as his hand continued roaming roughly over her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“I… I think about what it would feel like for you to… touch me… down there… like you have before, but… against my skin,” Jessie whispered.
Jack let out a breath and she felt him press his hard length against her. “Yeah? What else?”
“You… inside me… what it would be like. Ever since I felt your… felt you against me… how hard you were… it felt so… big,” Jessie stammered. She was so excited she could feel how wet she was and she ached for him to slip his fingers inside her panties.
She felt Jack shudder as he groaned. “Yeah… that’s what you want? Bet you’ve never had your pussy pounded, have you?”
“No, never… but I want you to… do that to me,” Jessie whispered hoarsely, even though she wasn’t exactly sure what he meant.
“No, you’re just drunk. Trust me, you don’t want me to… fuck, Jessie. What are we doing? Tell me to stop touching you,” Jack hissed.
Jessie didn’t answer him, but shifted slightly and pressed her ass back into him, rotating her hips in invitation. She wanted Jack to touch her.
She heard his shuddering sigh and it sent a jolt through her. Her pussy was dripping wet. She could feel her arousal tingling.
His hand slid around to her front and rubbed in between her legs.
Jessie gasped at the feeling of his fingers through the thin material of her clothes. It felt so good. Her heart was pounding like crazy.
His fingers rubbed harder over her clothes, against her clit in a circular motion and she gri
nded against him, moaning and panting. Soon she was close to coming against his hand.
“Jack,” she whispered his name as she gasped with pleasure. Just another minute and she would come. “Oh my God that feels so good! I’m so close…”
“Yeah? You like that?” Jack grunted. He felt the wet spot that had formed between her legs and it took his arousal to another level. “Dammit… your pussy must be fucking soaked,” he whispered roughly.
His head was spinning and his dick was so fucking hard it felt like it was going to tear a hole through his sweatpants. Christ, he didn’t think he’d ever been this turned on.
He felt his cock throbbing against her ass, heard her panting and whimpering as his fingers rubbed that wet spot that was making him insane.
“Oh my God Jack… you’re going to make me… oh Jack… I’m almost there… oh please don’t stop! I’m going to come! Oh yeah… mmmmm Jack!”
“Yeah… that’s it… come for me,” Jack hissed, no longer in control. No way could he stop now. She was literally getting ready to have an orgasm as he rubbed her clit through her clothes.
Jessie cried out as she came against his hand. Her whole body shook and she rode the wave of the orgasm until she fell limp against him, the shockwaves of pleasure finally subsiding.
Jack couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was the last thing he had expected and so fucking hot. He fought to regain control of himself. It took everything he had in him to forcibly remove his hands from her body and step back.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he muttered as he let her go and sat down on the couch.
She turned and followed him, straddling his lap and kissing him. Instinctively, he kissed her back briefly before pulling away.
“Don’t be sorry… it felt amazing. Jack… don’t stop, please. I want to make you feel good, too. I want to know what it’s like to… make love with you.”
She was still reeling from the pleasure his hand had brought her, she was flying high, hardly able to believe this was happening. She had wanted him for so long. She reached down and stroked her hand lightly over his erection, feeling him throb under her fingers.
The fact that she referred to it as making love was all he needed to snap back to reality. He pushed her away gently.
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