“You obviously like something right about now,” Jessie acknowledged. “Anyway I have to. Not allowed to stop dancing.”
She knew he thought she was inexperienced about sex stuff, but did he really think she couldn’t tell that he was rock hard right now? She wasn’t that innocent.
“When did I say you weren’t good at it?” Jack finally got words out, his voice a strangled whisper.
“The other night. You said it wasn’t me.”
Jack rolled his eyes. She had completely misunderstood what he’d meant, but there was no point in correcting her.
Jessie rocked against him, making it hard for him to think straight and remember what the fuck he was supposed to be telling her. She turned around so her back was facing him and kept rotating her hips and grinding against him. She leaned back against his chest, her hands on his thighs.
He closed his hands into fists, resisting the urge to touch her, which was against the rules, not only in their real lives, but also here.
He whispered to her that Amber was the girl she needed to get friendly with. He briefly filled her in on the information he had obtained from Sasha’s emails and journals about Isaac Moss.
Sasha had written about a kidnapping/torture fantasy that Isaac Moss had shared with her. He had gone into great detail as he jerked himself off while she danced for him. It had scared her. She wrote that she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened the night she and Amber had done a private party for him at his home.
Jessie nodded and continued dancing as the music changed.
Jack wasn’t sure he could make it through another song without ripping that thong off and pressing his face between her thighs. He wanted to taste her so bad. Wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything.
“Stop,” he whispered as she continued to dance and rock and grind against him, driving him crazy as he sat there trying to keep control. “I mean it, Jessie, tone it down,” he hissed in her ear. “What the fuck are you trying to do to me?”
“Ashley,” she corrected him, pulling away a little. “My name’s Ashley.”
What was she trying to do? She wasn’t sure. She had been perfectly clear with Jack that she would never be interested in casual sex with him or anyone else. In fact, she had told him a few months ago that she wanted him to stop toying with her, and now here she was trying like hell to make him want her. For what?
She and Jack spent so much time together it was almost like they were in a relationship, with one major thing missing. Sex.
His friend Sean had even joked once that Jack had the best of both worlds—Jessie—the perfect, sweet and doting girlfriend at home while he was still able to nail any hot piece of ass that he wanted. Jack had just laughed and told Sean to shut the fuck up.
“She’s not my girlfriend, dude,” he’d said, emphatically. “Jessie and I… we’re just friends.”
But Jack and Jessie both knew they weren’t exactly just friends. They had shared too many stolen kisses and smoldering looks to be just friends.
Jessie wished he could see how good they would be together. She loved his daughter as if she was her own. They did almost everything together, like a family. She and Jack got along so well. She was crazy about him.
She wasn’t sure what he felt for her, if anything. Sure, it was hard not to notice the raging erections he’d gotten during their hot and heavy make out sessions. But he had always stopped them abruptly and expressed regret afterwards. That was confusing.
It occurred to Jack that this was her fourth night working here. How many of these dances had she done? How many hard dicks had she been grinding against like this?
He felt hot anger rip through him, although he knew he had no right to be pissed off. He could have been balls deep in hot Vegas pussy all week, but he’d been too distracted, thinking about Jessie almost nonstop.
He couldn’t stand the thought of her doing this with anyone else. So he was a hypocrite. So fucking what? He didn’t give a fuck how many girls he’d been with in the past. None of them meant anything to him.
Jessie… she was different.
The thought of her with someone else was suddenly overwhelmingly disturbing. Why was he feeling like a jealous boyfriend all of the sudden?
JACK SAT ON THE EDGE of the bed in his hotel room, staring at himself in the mirror above the dresser in front of him. A cloud of steam from his shower drifted slowly out of the bathroom and he rubbed the white hotel towel roughly a few times over his still dripping hair.
Fuck.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Stomach knotted, heart racing, muscles so tight they felt like they might snap.
What had this girl done to him? His whole fucking life felt like it had been turned upside down. He couldn’t think about anything else. She had gotten under his skin somehow.
You need to get your shit together.
Those eyes. Those goddamn blue eyes. That sweet smile that made every day so… perfect.
She lit up his life.
What do you want? What the fuck do you want?
The answer to that used to be so simple.
Nothing was simple anymore.
Everything was fucked up, complicated, exciting, amazing. All because of that sweet girl who had invaded every part of his world and made herself so much a part of his life that he couldn’t even imagine it any different.
It was game time. They couldn’t keep going like this.
He either needed to make this girl his, or figure out a way to give her up so she could move on with her life. It wasn’t fair to keep her hanging on.
Make a call and play the game or get off the fucking field, you pussy.
JESSIE GOT OUT OF THE shower and dried herself off before rubbing lotion all over her body.
The ride back to the hotel from the club had been quiet, except for Jessie updating Jack on the information she had gotten.
She had struck up a conversation with Amber, who, as it turned out, was super friendly and extremely easy to talk to. They had made plans to have lunch the next afternoon.
Jack had walked her to her room and then mumbled goodnight as he walked away. They were both feeling awkward about the private dance, but Jessie wasn’t too worried. They’d had awkward moments before. They always passed quickly and then it was like nothing had happened.
She put on a white tank top and a pair of underwear and blew her hair dry. She brushed her teeth and walked over to the bed.
There was a knock at the door. She felt her heart start pounding, suddenly on alert. It was after three o’clock in the morning.
She pulled on a short silky robe and tied it loosely around her waist. At the door, she heard Jack’s voice.
“Jessie, it’s just me.”
She opened the door and Jack stepped inside. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, his hair damp from a recent shower.
“Hey,” she said, closing the door and locking it. “What’s up? Is everything okay?”
He took her hand and led her to the bed. He sat down on the edge and put his hands on her hips.
She stood in front of him, looking into his blue eyes. His hand slid around her back and pulled her closer as he leaned in and kissed her, his mouth crushing against hers.
She pulled away from him.
“What are you doing?” she asked, caught off guard.
He didn’t answer her. His hands slid to the front of her robe and he untied it, opening it to reveal her white tank top and panties. He took a deep breath as he looked her over. Fuck, she was beautiful.
He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. Now that he had made up his mind, his heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his head.
He was nervous.
Unbelievable.
He couldn’t remember ever being nervous with a girl before, not even in high school.
But he was nervous now. Jessie was his best friend. If he went through with this, there was no going back. After this night, nothing would ever
be the same between them again.
His hand gripped the back of her head as he leaned in and kissed her, his tongue lightly tempting her lips open and dipping into her mouth.
He tasted minty, like he’d just brushed his teeth. Jessie’s heart flipped as she tried to process what was happening between them.
He pulled away and looked into her sparkly blue eyes. He sighed. “Dammit, Jessie, why do you have to be so goddamn pretty?” he whispered.
Jessie felt herself blush. Jack wasn’t one for giving compliments, at least not to her. The ones he had given her were few and far between, and typically either laced thickly with sarcasm or inspired by the consumption of a ton of alcohol.
“Jack, what are you doing?” she repeated herself as he slid the robe down her arms and let if fall on the floor.
He stared into her eyes, his expression heated. “What do you think I’m doing? We both knew this was going to happen eventually. We’ve always known this is where we were headed.”
He turned his attention back to her body, his lips trailing across her neck and throat as his hands skimmed softly over her tank top and the back of her panties.
“I know how you feel about me, Jessie. I’ve always known. Isn’t this what you wanted?” he murmured against her body. “Me out of my fucking mind for you?”
“Jack,” she whispered his name, her heart racing.
She felt her body responding to him, her nipples hardened and a tingle was starting to pulse between her legs. She kissed him back, her hands resting lightly on his thighs as she thrilled at the feeling of his lips against her skin.
She was nervous. She braced herself for the inevitable.
He had instigated make-out sessions with her before and they always ended the same way. Him pulling away from her abruptly and apologizing, telling her he didn’t want her that way, leaving her confused and hurt and wondering what she had done wrong.
Jack slowly lifted her tank top up over her head, unable to tear his gaze away from her soft, silky skin, flat stomach, and perfect breasts. He stared at her for a long moment, as if he was memorizing every inch of her, captivated by her.
“Christ… this fucking body. You’re so beautiful.” His voice was low and strained.
Jessie felt her heart flip flop. He had never said anything like that to her before.
He leaned in to kiss and suck her pretty nipples slowly and gently, flicking his tongue across one, then the other.
They were perfect. Just like her.
He’d been so fucking stupid all this time. He had the perfect girl right here and he was letting her get away. For what? So he could chase pussy? No. Fuck that. The thought of her grinding all over some other guy at that fucking club was too much. Woke him up.
Jessie was his.
Well, almost.
He would make her his, right now.
“You’re the sweetest girl, Jessie… you’re perfect,” his voice was a low whisper against her breasts. “I don’t fucking deserve you. I’m no good for you. You know that, right?”
He rolled his tongue over an erect nipple, letting his teeth graze lightly over her as his hands clutched her ass, gently squeezing her soft flesh.
She moaned and he felt it in his cock.
He brushed his hand over the front of her panties and she shivered. He wanted to rip them off and bury his face in her pussy. But he held back, taking it slow and soft and easy. Jessie wasn’t very experienced. He wanted her to be comfortable. Ease her into it. He wanted it to be amazing for her.
He rubbed his fingers lightly over her panties, his face pressed to her breasts, licking and sucking her sensitive nipples, making her gasp with pleasure. She leaned into him and he rubbed her a little harder. Soon she was whimpering and grinding against his hand.
He slipped a finger inside her panties and sucked in his breath as his finger brushed against her smooth, soft pussy for the first time. He’d wanted to touch her like this for so goddamn long.
“You feel good,” he gasped. “Like silk.”
She was so fucking soft… softer than anything or anyone he had ever touched.
He gently slid his finger through her folds and down to her slick, wet opening.
Jessie felt him breathe hard against her chest, his forehead pressed against her. He twirled his finger around her wetness and rubbed it over her pussy lips and her clit.
Slowly he pushed a finger inside her. She was slick with arousal, but so tight around his finger that his dick pulsed in anticipation of the way that pussy was going to cling snugly around his cock when he finally got inside of her. He grunted his approval as his thumb rubbed lightly in circles over her clit.
He was breathing heavily now. He pushed another finger into her.
“Fuck, Jessie… you’re so goddamn wet for me already… your pussy’s soaked.” His voice was low and thick with desire. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you, taste you,” he whispered as he moved his fingers in and out of her slowly.
He couldn’t remember ever being this excited.
“Jack,” Jessie whispered as he expertly worked her clit with his thumb. “Mmmm… oh my God… I…”
Her legs felt weak and she held onto his shoulders as she climbed on his lap, wrapping her legs around him. She had never felt anything like this in her life.
He pulled her closer. He could tell she was close to coming and he wanted to feel her go over the edge.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby… come for me,” Jack encouraged her.
He had never used terms of endearment like baby with anyone else. He didn’t mean to now. It just slipped out of his mouth, and it felt right to call her that.
Who was he kidding? Jessie was his girl and everyone but him had known it for a while now.
“Yes,” Jessie panted.
Her head was spinning. They had never gone this far before. He had certainly never called her baby. He had never touched her there, except over her clothes.
It felt so good. Jack was touching her and making her feel things she had never felt before. She had imagined this so many times but the reality was a million times better.
She rocked and grinded against his fingers. She cried out when she came against his hand, her face pressed into his shoulder, her arms and legs wrapped around him. She had never come so hard before.
She lifted her head up and looked into his eyes. He kissed her, more urgently than before. His light, gentle touch became a bit more insistent and his breathing got heavier. He pulled at her panties and she could feel how much he wanted this, his cock so hard and pressing against her.
“Jack wait,” she was coming back to her senses after her explosive orgasm. “Wait,” she pleaded as he tried to kiss her and drown out her words.
“What?” he asked, his voice raspy.
“I don’t want to….” she began.
He kissed her to stop her from talking.
“Jessie,” he groaned, as his lips moved to her neck, her breasts, her lips again, her cheeks. “I’ve never wanted anyone else as much as I want you.”
“I want you too,” she whispered breathlessly. “But I don’t want to be just another one of your… other girls,” Jessie managed to say between kisses.
“You’re not,” Jack insisted, pressing his face to her neck. “That’s not what this is. Those other girls don’t mean anything to me… that’s just pussy. This is different. You’re different.”
“How?” Jessie asked.
“I don’t know,” he whispered.
Words like this didn’t come easily to him and he struggled to get them out.
“But it’s… more than that. We’re more. I’ve never… cared about anyone… like this, Jessie. Never… felt close like this with… anyone.”
“Me either,” Jessie whispered.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” Jack groaned as he shifted her a little in his lap so he could press her briefly against his throbbing cock. He had been resisting the inevitable, but tonight he was giving in to it.
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“Feel that? Do you have any idea how many times you’ve gotten me hard like this?” Jack’s frustrated voice trailed off as he sighed and rocked her against his erection again.
“Fuck!” he groaned. “All the nights we’ve spent together I’ve wanted to do this… the times we started to… you got me so worked up, it almost killed me to stop touching you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you say you didn’t want to?”
“I didn’t want to… hurt you. You’re so… sensitive. You know what I’m like. I’m a fucking animal, Jessie… I can’t be the kind of guy you need.”
“Then why are you here now?”
“I don’t know. You’ll probably end up hating me, but I have to be with you, no matter what else happens. I want to do everything with you, Jessie. Want to taste every part of you and find out what it feels like to be inside you. Make you come so fucking hard… all over my face and my cock. You’re going feel every goddamn inch of me tonight. I’m going to fuck you like no one else ever has.”
“Jack…” She was weak with anticipation.
The words he whispered sent shockwaves of desire through her. Her pussy was literally throbbing, just hearing him describe the things he wanted to do to her.
He stood up with her wrapped around him, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing, and laid her down on the bed gently, her head against the fluffy pillows.
He hovered over her as he kissed her slowly, working his way down her body. Her lips, throat, breasts, pressing soft kisses down her stomach until he reached the top of her panties. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her.
“These are so fucking sexy,” he said hotly. “Exactly how I always imagine you… in little white cotton panties.”
“You’ve imagined that?” Jessie asked.
“Fuck yeah. Christ, Jessie, I think about you all the goddamn time,” he said hoarsely. “Think about putting my hands all over you, tasting you, making you come… wondering what you would feel like under me. I’ve jerked my dick off so many times thinking about what it would be like to fuck you.”
Jessie felt a thrill rush through her. She also felt nervous. She hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed with her. Jack was used to girls who knew what they were doing.
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