Jack
Her lips part for me and I take advantage of her mouth, my tongue stroking along her bottom lip. It’s been too long since I’ve kissed her. Even with the lingering hint of flour, she tastes amazing. I drag her closer to me and welcome her arms around my neck. I swallow her moan and go back for more.
Her fingers curl in my shirt as I fist her hair and try to brand her with this kiss, to fully make her mine. She whimpers and turns slightly, just enough that I can pin her against a table. My hands explore every inch of her back until I grab her ass and drag her fully against me.
Groaning, I force myself to draw back. She bites my lip and tugs gently, finally setting me free despite the fact she leans toward me for a second kiss. I can’t take the way she looks at me. Her eyes darkened with need, cheeks flushed, lips raw and parted, ready for more. It’s like she’s begging me to continue, without saying a word.
I lick across my bottom lip and nod to her. “You taste better.”
She bites her lip and pulls me back, running her nose over mine without giving me the satisfaction of a kiss. “Do you want seconds?”
Fuck. My cock twitches at the invitation. I nod and take her hand tightly, pulling her from the kitchen as quickly as I can. Like a teenager, I race her back to my penthouse, but the need to kiss her gets to be too much.
In the stairwell, I shove her against the wall and revel in her moan. She motions me forward with a finger, and I kiss her hungrily. My hand collars her throat, and she grabs me by my belt loops. I grind against her, letting her know exactly how hot she has me.
She pants and presses her body against mine. I drag her off the wall and up the stairs to my place. As soon as the door shuts behind her, I trap her against it, watching her as she rubs her thighs together.
“Waiting for something?” she teases.
“It’s your birthday,” I purr. “So, tell me what you want.”
“You,” she breathes. “Just you.”
I grin and eye the flimsy straps of her dress. I want to tear her clothes off her with my teeth. Instead, I get on my knees and push her dress up. She helps, dragging the fabric over her hips and treating me to a view of her bare pussy.
“Seconds, right?” I ask as I push her thighs wider.
Nodding, she leans back against the wall. That’s all the yes I need. I grab her ass and jerk her hips forward until I can lick from her entrance to her clit. Her pussy is so sweet that I groan. I open my mouth to suck and lap at her clit, enjoying each whimper, memorizing which strokes make her moan the loudest.
Her legs tremble and I grip her harder, determined to make her come from my tongue alone. Looking up at her, I find her palming her breast in one hand, holding her dress with the other, watching me with her lips parted.
I groan and slip my fingers into her pussy. She’s so fucking tight and wet. Pure temptation. Charlotte throws her head back and whimpers. “Fuck, Jack.”
Turning my head, I bite her thigh gently. At the same time, I curl my fingers inside her as she grinds down on my hand. I know she’s close. I circle her clit with my tongue, then lap at her harder.
Gripping my hair in her hand, her hips roll against my face as she comes. My fingers are soaked, but I’m not close to done with her. Standing, I drag her to me and unzip her dress, letting it slide to the floor.
I plunder her mouth with my tongue. She clings to my shirt, then starts on the buttons. I lead her to the bedroom and sit her on the bed. Stripping in front of her is easy when she watches me with barely restrained need. I know she’s impatient for more.
Just as I undo my belt, Charlotte drops to her knees and undoes my pants, dragging them down with my boxers. Her hand strokes over my cock. I watch as she teases and rubs me before wrapping her lips around the head.
Groaning, I slide an inch further. Her mouth feels amazing as she takes me deeper and deeper. When she gags, I wrap my hand in her hair, trying to guide her. Her tongue and lips drive me insane. When her tongue flattens over the head, I know I can’t take it anymore.
And I’m not ending tonight by coming in her mouth. I pull her away and kiss her hard and deep. I push her back on the bed and follow, taking in the sight of Charlotte’s gorgeous body waiting for my touch.
I slide my hand from her throat, between her breasts, down her belly, and between her thighs. I pry them open to see her pink pussy, nice and wet for me. I grin and lick my lips before meeting her eyes.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Charlotte.”
Her hand strokes across my chest, over the muscles of my abdomen. “I want to make you come, Jack.”
“How badly?” I can’t give it to her easily, not yet. I want her to beg, to tell me how badly she needs my cock.
She groans and squirms closer to me. “Please, Jack.”
I grin and bite the swell of her breast. Her back arches for me and I hear her breathy whisper. “Please fuck me.”
“I didn’t catch that.”
She sits up, glowering at me despite the obvious lust in her eyes. “Fuck me, Jack.”
“Good girl.” She leans back and opens her legs for me. When I continue to stare at her, she rolls her eyes and slides her fingers over her clit, circling and teasing.
I grab her hips and drag her to me, until it’s my cock rubbing against her clit, not her fingers. I slide an inch into her, and she nods. “Yes. More. More, Jack.”
“You want me inside you, baby?”
“Yes!”
I chuckle, then thrust fully inside her. She pants, grabs the sheets, and lets out a deep moan. I kiss down her neck, trying to avoid leaving a mark, no matter how badly I want to claim her in full.
I move slowly, trying to draw this out and make the most of each moment. But I’m too greedy. My pace increases, and I fuck her harder, deeper. Her nails drag down my back as her legs wrap around me.
Her body moves with me, meeting each thrust. Fucking hell, I don’t know if I can last long. She feels too good. All I hear are her moans and the slick sounds of my cock going deep into her. Nothing exists but us, this.
“I’m so fucking close!” she yells.
I pull her on top of me as I rest my ass on my heels. It doesn’t faze her for a second. She grips my shoulders as she rides me, bouncing on my cock. Her breasts taunt me until I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I hold her ass and give it a smack when her pussy tightens around me.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” I groan against her skin.
She rides me so hard, so fast. Her hips move erratically as she gets louder, clutching me tighter and—Jesus Fucking Christ!
“Yes, Jack! Fuck!” She comes and drags me with her.
Tremors take over her body as we slump to the side. I stroke her back and kiss across her jaw as I bask in our post-sex bliss. I still feel the need to touch her. I turn her head and suck her bottom lip, then run my tongue along hers.
She melts against me, her chest still heaving against me. When I draw back, I run my nose along hers. “Happy birthday, baby.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I don’t think you have to ask that.” I chuckle and smack her ass. “We’re just resting up for round two.”
“You think you get a round two?” She grins at me. “Who said anything about that?”
I catch her chin and drag her closer. “I just did.”
Her face heats as I grab her ass and remind her that I’m still inside her. After soft kisses, I untangle myself from her and offer her my hand. Charlotte gives me a questioning look but takes my hand anyway.
We head to the shower and climb in together. I steal the soap from her when she tries to grab it and slowly lather it on her body. I can’t pretend to ignore her hardening nipples. I purposefully linger there, gently pinching and teasing with my fingers.
“Jack,” she moans, leaning back against me.
I chuckle and slide my hand down her body and between her legs. “Do you want to keep arguing with me about round two?”
“Maybe.” She gasps as her arm winds around my neck.
I nip her throat. I can’t wait to get out of the water and back to bed. Before I can slide my fingers back inside her, she turns around and pushes my hand away. Grabbing the soap, she lathers up her hands and scrubs my chest and abdomen with the suds.
Rolling my eyes, I welcome her soft hands over my body, unashamed that my cock is already half-hard for her. Just as she wraps her hand around my cock, I pull her against me and kiss her.
Moving us under the water just long enough to get the suds off, I break off the kiss. I quickly dry both of us with the towel, then toss her over my shoulder. She gasps and struggles until I throw her on the bed.
Charlotte rolls over on her belly, then spreads her knees and arches her back, offering me a mouthwatering view of her ass in the air, her pussy ready for me. I groan and climb on the bed behind her.
I stroke the curve of her ass, then smooth my hand up her back until I grab her hair and jerk back, forcing her on her hands. I smack her ass once and guide her hips back, encouraging her to grind on me.
She rolls her hips, so her ass actually bounces against me. I grin and slide into her. I last longer this time, making her come twice before I finally finish.
“Jack…”
“Yes, baby?” I murmur.
“I don’t hate you anymore.” Her face is half-hidden by her hand, but I can feel the smile.
I grab her around the waist pulling her closer, spooning her against me. “I don’t hate you either.”
“Good.”
“I think I might actually like you.” I chuckle, brushing my lips over the back of her shoulder.
She giggles and nods in agreement.
I do like her, more than I want to admit. I don’t trust myself to fall for the right woman, and I know how bad I am when it comes to trust. But holding her in my arms as her breathing slows makes me wonder how this is the first time she’s in my bed.
I won’t let it be the last.