Everly
Somethingin me just came alive and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to cage it. I’ve never been timid in bed, but I’ve also never been confident like this. I like this dance of dominance we’re keeping time with. The anger I felt when I saw Jack holding my sketches flipped a switch in me. I’ve never felt more exposed, vulnerable. Designing is a part of who I am, but I don’t allow people access to it unless I grant it. And as quickly as I went from sleeping to seething, his words caught me up. What he said meant something to me. For Jack to see me, want me even after I demanded he leave. For him not to want anything I can offer him, besides to feel wanted, is what slapped me back into the moment. He made me feel desired, unbelievably sexy. And for the first time, I wasn’t afraid to try something new, to not hold back, and to follow an instinct. Live in the excitement of how he’d react to a new kind of demand. And he didn’t disappoint.
Every sensation in my body is primed. The anticipation is intoxicating, and I’m drunk on it. The lustful need that’s coursing through my blood invigorates me. I’m ready to give this man every inch of me. I want him to own my body as much as I want to dominate his.
I watch as he follows my order, stroking his cock for me. It’s perfect, already glistening with excitement that started weeping the moment I dragged a finger under my panties. He stands before me, his tall frame and broad shoulders commanding as I look up at him. Something about his size makes me feel protected, the sculpted muscles that I want to touch and lick, and the size of his cock that’s front and center, pointing at what it wants. Me.
As I stand before him, I reach out and drag my hand down his chest. The dark hair where you would expect it to be runs downward and lightens as the pads of my fingers drag to the top of his abs. His body is so well maintained, so much strength displayed through protruding muscle that ripples from his shoulders down to his forearms. His chest rises and falls quickly, keeping up with the pulse that I can see ticking along his neck. I lean in and lick the drumbeat movement, and a soft groan rumbles through him. His skin is warm, hot even, and the taste makes me crave more.
My body is thrumming with anticipation to feel him inside of me, how well he’ll fill me. He continues to slowly move his hand up and down, his eyes following my every movement. Dragging my gaze back down his body, I swipe my thumb across the head of his cock, taking some of what's already dripped to his fingers, and I bring it to my lips. His hand stops moving as I suck his arousal off my thumb. The warm, slick saltiness hits my tongue, and it makes me moan, wanting to do all the filthy things I can imagine, and his reaction only fuels me more.
He opens his mouth, but no words come out. He’s stopped moving altogether. His obedient nature from moments ago cracks; I can see the switch in his eyes, and in the next instant, his mouth is on mine, stealing the breath from my lungs in a hungry, almost desperate kiss. He drags his lips down to my neck and my entire body remembers how it felt to have him pressed against me from lips to hips and I’m writhing for more. I gasp as he lifts me off my feet, hoisting me up and over his shoulder.
“My turn.” He takes a few long strides, then tosses me onto the bed, and I land with a bounce and a laugh. Grabbing my ankle, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, hooking his fingers into the hips of my undies and pulling them down slowly. I can tell he’s trying his best not to rip these to shreds right now. He was holding back, allowing me to run the show, but not anymore. Jack is the kind of man who does whatever the fuck he wants. It’s obvious in the way he carries himself. The way he runs his business. I guess that he’s never met a woman that lives her life the same way.Nice to meet you, Jack.
He throws my underwear behind him and kneels at the edge of the bed. “Tell me what you want, beautiful.” Looking me over again, he grazes his fingertips over my thighs. “Tell me you want me to drag my tongue from slit to clit, because if you don’t, then I think this little game of telling me what to do might be over, Miss Riggs.”
I prop myself up on my elbows so I can look at this delicious man ready to taste me and enjoy every moment of it like a Michelin-star chef's tasting menu. “This isn’t over until I say it is, Jack. And right now, I want to feel your tongue everywhere. Then I want you to fuck me the way I deserve. And Jack?” I pause and wait for his eyes to meet mine again. “Say please.”
He lets out a groan and a small laugh as he moves his mouth down my body. Then, as his lips drag along my skin, he says, “Please.”
I spread my legs, and the moment I do, he moves from kneeling to lying his body on the mattress. Pulling my hips closer to him, he drapes my legs over his shoulders. His mouth hovers and the warmth of his breath, the anticipation of his tongue have me pulsing. “You look good down there, Jack.”
He bites my inner thigh in response. I’m completely caught off guard, and I burst out a scream. Then he licks where he bit, a small smirk playing on his lips. With his tongue, he draws a path to where my thigh creases and meets my pussy. I’m so turned on that I barely recognize myself right now. I want to chase this feeling of excitement of being rewarded for saying what I want, praised for feeling confident and sexy. There’s no overthinking or worrying about how I look, or if it’s going to take too long. I can only be present at this moment with a man that ignites something uncontrollable inside of me. His breath trails a frantic pattern on my skin, before he drives his face, his entire face, nose, mouth, chin right into my center and murmurs, “You’re so wet for me.” Lick. “Fuck, you taste good.”
There are no words to respond to that, so instead, I moan in agreement. Because I am. I’m so sensitive right now, I can feel my arousal dripping. The man has barely begun, and I’m already dizzy. He does as he promised. He flattens his tongue and drags it slowly from my slit to my clit. And I’m done for. I can’t say a thing, never mind register a response for later, because my body is already working toward an orgasm. With one pass of his tongue.
“I was wrong, Everly,” he says, catching my attention. I tilt my head to look at him. His head between my legs, chin glistening, and a wicked smile. “I thought your mouth was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.”
It takes me a second to understand. “Oh hell,” I groan.
I’m lost in his words, his hands. His mouth.
He drags his lips and tongue along the edges of where I want him to sink into me. It’s too good. I’m practically screaming for the teasing to stop and never end all at the same time. “Jack, please. Please. Feels too good.”
In my next breath, without warning, his fingers thrust into me and work their way in and out, coaxing me to give in and dive over the edge. With his fingers still working, stretching me with a fluid come-hither motion, he moves up my body. Dragging his lips along the curve of my hips to my waist and up to the swell of my breast, he pauses there to lick and nip in a lustful appreciation.
“Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel what I’m doing to you.” It only takes three more thrusts of his fingers and my body listens to his request.
My world slows down. I’m thrown into a full-bodied orgasm that starts at the back of my knees and rolls its way like a storm raging over the ocean, higher and higher, stopping at my core to grip Jack’s fingers in appreciation. It continues its path up the rest of my body, leaving a chill in its wake and a burst of white fuzz behind my eyes.
“That’s it. So beautiful.”
I've barely recovered and Jack is rolling my body over the top of his. He kisses me gently, palming my breast and tugging my nipple. His attentive touch sends a rush through me again. I find my way out of the haze that my orgasm left behind, and rest my head on his chest. I drag my fingers up and down his warm skin. Skating over his nipple is the last lazy movement I’m allowed.
“I need to be inside of you. Right now.” I nod, and seconds later, he’s lifting us both off the bed. My arms circle around his neck and my legs naturally wrap around his waist. “Don’t let go.” In three strides, he moves around the couch to reach his camera bag that’s propped open on the coffee table, pulling out a small box of condoms.
“Very prepared,” I say with a smile.
“I am,” he replies, pressing a soft kiss to my lips as he walks us back to the bed. He could have easily jumped up and grabbed these, but he didn’t want to let me go. And I’m wet all over again. “I was hoping things would go this way for us. I was thinking optimistically.” He tears one out of the pack, giving me his full smile, dimples and all.
I was waiting for him to give me a look or something to let me know he was being cheeky about that comment, but his smile and the way he’s ready to bury himself inside of me has me thinking that Jack might be telling me the truth. Maybe it’s not just a line. I grab the condom from him, rolling it down onto his very hard, very ready cock.Hell yeah, that’s going to be a full fit.
Grabbing his face, I kiss him hard, biting his lower lip, and run my hands through the back of his hair. “Get that inside of me, right now.” He pushes my chest back so my back hits the mattress and yanks my hips to his, thrusting into me in one hard, fast motion that makes me gasp. It takes a moment to even moan, but then I hear him groan above me. Why is that so sexy? Hearing a grown man groan in pleasure.
“Fucking hell,” he exhales. Taking a second to steady himself, he pulls out slightly and grips my hips as he pushes into me, more slowly this time. He stares at where our bodies meet. It’s so erotic to watch him roll into me, to feel him drag his cock in and out, that I feel another wave ready to hit me. Our eyes meet at the same time and his thumb starts to rub in circles exactly where I want it. He drives into me, changing up the pace from a slow drag to a fast, deep thrust. My orgasm crests and hits me hard. It knocks me breathless. No build-up this time, just instant, full-bodied heaven. “That’s it, beautiful. Come all over my cock…so fucking sexy.”
As my legs tremble and moans turn to whimpers, Jack grabs my hips harder, possessively. I realize he’s barely holding it together, ready to come undone as he drives into me one more time. I see his orgasm working its way through him, and he growls out my name as his body ripples. The gravelly rumble of his voice is like smooth caramel meeting uneven dips and cliffs of the mountains outside. It’s one of the most sexually stimulating sounds I’ve ever heard, and like a beacon, it calls out for what’s left of my orgasm.