I trailed my nails down the skin of his hot, sleek, hard back, digging in to bring pain. I don’t know why, but I needed him to feel me, feel my pain and my pleasure. I had never had the urge to bring pain to another person before, but I couldn’t control myself.
I felt his mouth tense as I scarred his back and he bit into my lip in response. The pain sent pleasure down to my throbbing clit instantly.
He rolled us until I was on top of him, one leg straddling each side of his thick thighs. I sucked in his lip and bit down. I was so engrossed in the kiss that I didn’t see his hand coming. His large right hand connected firmly with my ass, making a loud smack. The sting made my eyes water but my body reacted to the pain without warning. I was on the verge of an orgasm and I needed him inside of me so badly it hurt. I rubbed my swollen clit over his long hard cock, desperately seeking friction. I tried to reach down and grab him in my hand, so that I could put him inside me, but Jack grabbed my wrists and flipped us again, so that he was back on top.
With my arms pinned to my sides by his weight, his head dipped and his mouth greedily covered my nipple. His tongue lashed and swirled and he bit down hard, elongating my already swollen nub.
I moaned in response and tried to grab at him, but my arms didn’t move under his strength.
He licked his way over to my other nipple, applying the same torture. He bit down until my breath caught, and then sucked in deep.
He didn’t release me until it started to burn and I was panting uncontrollably.
He buried his head into my neck and rammed himself deep into me without warming. I gasped. He was so hard and deep, but it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed more. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside of me and then slammed into me hard again, his balls slapping into my ass. I was desperate for more of him and grinded my hips up to rock into him, but he pinned me back into place with his body. He slammed into me over and over again until our bodies were dripping in sweat and we were both panting for air.
He reached around and lifted my ass into his thrusts, adjusting the angle to go even deeper. His c**k rubbed that place inside of me that cried out for him, until my body tightened and I began to climax. I shuttered at his words “Look at me” as my body spiraled longer and harder than I ever imagined was possible. Jack watched me intently as he drained every last reflex from my body, before allowing himself to empty inside of me.
I have no idea how long we laid tangled in each other arms, I was exhausted and my body and mind were bruised and battered.
***
The next morning I woke with an aching feeling in the pit of my stomach. I reached to my side and touched the cold bed, Jack was gone. I laid still, listening for signs that he will still there, but my heart knew the answer before my brain caught up with it.
After an hour of allowing my mind to pretend that Jack had only gone out for breakfast for us and was coming back, I dragged myself out of bed. The only thing I had to wear was my evening gown from the night before, so I found Jack’s tuxedo shirt from the night before and put it on. It hung to my knees and I stupidly allowed my senses to take in Jack’s smell as I closed my eyes.
I walked through the penthouse, it was all unfamiliar from the night before, except the kitchen. I knew there was no note, but I allowed myself to look for one so that I wouldn’t spend the next month beating myself up that there could have been one that I missed. It was almost 11 o’clock on Sunday morning and even I couldn’t convince myself that Jack had ran out for pressing business.
I snooped around for a little bit, amazed at the expanse of the place that he lived. There were three bedrooms and five bathrooms. Why would one man possibly need five bathrooms? The master bath off of his bedroom was larger than my apartment and had a view of Times Square. I remembered that Jack’s friend Tyler had commented that Jack was wealthy, but I couldn’t have comprehended the magnitude of that statement at the time.
I searched in his closet for something to wear, dreading the thought of doing the walk of shame through the hotel in my evening gown on a Sunday morning. I decided on his tuxedo shirt and a pair of black compressions shorts to make my escape. Luckily I had packed flip flops in my purse, knowing that it might take me a few blocks to find an available cab in Times Square after my performance.
I didn’t have a problem hailing a cab right in front of the hotel and I even made it out without too many odd looks. Walking around Times Square in a man’s tuxedo shirt and compression shorts, while holding an evening gown, didn’t even raise any eyebrows compared to the really crazy looking people out there.
Chapter 14
My days off were usually Sunday and Monday, so I had two full days for my pity party. I spent the balance of Sunday going over the last 24 hours in my head.
Monday morning I was convinced that Jack was my destiny and I needed to find him, confront him and make him see the light. By Monday evening, I had decided that he was a bipolar sexual deviant and if he ever tried to come near me again, I would get a restraining order. Needless to say, I was confused and distraught and I was left with no choice but to fess up to Sienna and seek counseling.
All it took was one simple text.
Had a bad night Saturday night…saw Jack, slept with him, he disappeared again. She was at my door in less than a half an hour with a bottle of tequila, two quarts of Ben and Jerry’s and her guitar.
“Spill babe, and start from the beginning, we have all night.” Sienna grabbed two shot glasses from the kitchen, which were, incidentally, also the house warming gift that she gave me when I moved to New York last month. She plopped herself down on the couch, cracked open the tequila, poured us shots and I started at the beginning.
As I told my tale, I added in bits and pieces about Jack’s relationship with his dad that I had learned on our trip to Hawaii.
By the time I was done, and we had analyzed everything that had transpired, we were both convinced that Jack’s dad had known who I was somehow and was using me in some sort of demented game he was playing.
There truly was no better friend in life than Sienna. She was pissed at anyone who didn’t adore me, and hated anyone who screwed with me, without question. I found it interesting that my best friend knew more about my relationship with Jack, that transpired over an eight day period, than she did about my relationship with Michael, which lingered over seven years. Why did I share so much about Jack with her, yet I never felt the need to talk about Michael, even after a fight?
I started to wonder why my eight day relationship meant so much more to me than my seven year relationship with the man that I had planned to marry. Had I ever really loved Michael, or was he just my safe place? As I rewound time in my head, I realized that Michael never took my breath away. He never made my heart beat out of my chest so loud that I thought the whole world could hear it. And her certainly never made my body quiver uncontrollably with just a kiss. Jack did, and the realization tore my heart out.