A loud thud at the front door took me out of my memories, and then I saw Jack stumbling along the wall. I rushed to him and noticed his hand; the knuckles were bruised and cut up, thoroughly raw-looking. There were splatters of blood on his face, his jacket, and his jeans.
"What happened? I rushed to him, my hand urgently roaming his body, trying to make sure he wasn't hurt. "Dammit, Jack, answer me. What the fuck happened?"
He stared into my eyes, a stare so intense that I felt like I'd fallen down a hole and would never get out. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip. "Watch your mouth."
I ignored his bossy tone; he had a thing with me swearing. He didn't like to hear it unless it was in bed…where he wanted my mouth to be as dirty as humanly possible. "Don't give me that. What happened?"
He pulled the tie of my robe, leering at my naked body.
"You get fucked?"
I was so frustrated. I was standing there worried about how battered and bruised he was, and he was trying to change the subject. That was what he always did when he didn't want to actually talk to me about something important. He'd start to distract me with talks of sex. It usually worked. Something about how he looked at me made me feel so desirable, like there was nothing more attractive in the world than me.
He pulled me to him, his rough hands making wetness pool at my center. That was all my men had to do…touch me…and I was revved up, ready to go. "You trying to change the subject with sex?"
"No, I just need to fuck you. I need to be buried so deep in your warmth that I forget every fuckin' shitty thing that's ever happened in my life."
Jack turned me around as the robe slipped off my shoulders and pooled by my feet. "Jack, can you please talk to me?" I begged as his rough hands moved up my body and grabbed both my breasts.
"Fuck, your tits are so perfect." He squeezed them before his fingers found my nipples. Jack knew exactly how sensitive my nipples were. He squeezed them, making them both pucker, standing at attention.
I knew I should have made him stop, should have made him sit down at the kitchen table and talk to me, but his touch made me forget all sense of reality, and all I wanted was to make him feel good in any way that I could. If that meant with my body, so be it.
Jack pushed me up against the wall. "Are you wet, baby?" he asked. He didn't wait for my answer; his hand roamed down my body to my folds. His fingers moved inside my folds, and he began the slow torture of barely touching my clit.
"Why don't you find out," I challenged.
Jack growled in my ear before taking my clit between his thumb and forefinger and pinching.
I moaned into the wall. It hurt, but in a good way; the pain was primal. Animalistic. That was Jack as a lover, but it was so sexy. He kissed my shoulders passionately, the kisses feral, alternating between tenderness and violent bites that told me just how desperate he was for me. Just how much he needed me. Sex was how Jack dealt with life. When he was happy, he was gentle. He was more aggressive when he was angry; either way, I loved it. I loved him.
Jack moved his hand down to my asshole and gently touched me there, as if asking.
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes," he whispered on my skin.
"Then do it."
Jack dropped his hand, walking away from me.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm getting lube. I'm a crazy motherfucker, but I ain't that crazy."
"Lip's sleeping. He seemed tired. Don't wake him."
I heard the fridge door open, and then Jack was standing in front of me with butter in his hand. "That'll do,” he said, smirking.
He grabbed me by the neck, crushing his lips to mine. The kiss was consumed by hunger, his teeth grazing on my bottom lip before he bit hard. When he'd pulled back, he'd drawn some blood. He took his thumb and smeared it along the side of my mouth. There was something forbidden about that act, and it drove me crazy.
"You're fuckin' crazy," I moaned.
"I am, and I'm all yours." Jack pushed me down on the kitchen table. He didn't give me a warning before he rammed his huge cock in my pussy.
I felt a moment of fear. Jack was huge. I wasn't sure I could handle his cock in my ass. There was no way he wouldn't tear me apart.
"Your pussy is always so wet. Always ready for me. Such a good girl. You know exactly how to make my cock feel good."