Everly
“There isa camera over your shoulder, which means I’m not going to fuck you here, but I am going to make you come so hard that you’ll forget about whatever just ruined your day.” Jack’s low, gravelly voice sends anticipation rushing through my entire body. I rock into his lap again, and I can feel how much this man wants me. The gondola is quiet, empty, with only the two of us on this stretch of the ride. Only the darkness from outside of the gondola's windows surrounds us. We’re high enough up that nobody can see anything other than the shadow of the occupants in the car.
Jack drags his knuckles over my chin and grips it between his thumb and pointer, pulling my mouth closer to his. I watch and wait for him. I feel the warmth of his breath as he moves closer. He licks his lips, readying his assault. It's been a while since I’ve been angry like I was, and now it's morphed into a need to be consumed by this man in any way that he’ll allow. How can being wrapped in his arms be exactly what I needed without even knowing? He should be upset at me for being so hot and cold with him, but he’s not. I want him to control these next few minutes alone together. Make me feel something good, because I don’t want to think right now. Not about my career, not about new choices, not about the disappointment I feel toward my father, and not the frustration I just left behind with Jin.
“Hey, friend,” his deep voice whispers. Followed by the flash of his smile.
“Hi,” I quietly answer back, knowing he’s teasing me after our last conversation.
“I’m going to ignore what we talked about, and instead I’m going to kiss your perfect mouth. Is that what you’re asking me for, beautiful?”
I nod and draw my body closer. He drapes one arm around my back, resting his hand low on my hips. Jack kisses me softly and slowly, coaxing my lips to part, hypnotizing my tongue to move with his in a seductive roll. The way he kisses me is a contradiction; it draws shivers over my skin and warms my core all at once. Soothing and exciting with the same touch. He trails his fingers from my chin down the front of my jacket, unzipping it fully to find the hem of my sweater.
Moving his mouth to my neck, he trails open-mouthed kisses to right below my ear and growls, “I know you’re wet for me right now. I want to make you so needy for my cock, baby, that you're going to come just hearing what filthy things I’m going to do to you when we get home. How does that sound?”
If any other man called me “baby,” I’d shut it down, but from Jack’s lips, it fuels me. I’m so turned on that I can only hum in agreement and tilt my head so his mouth has easier access to devour me. He bites my neck. “Answer me.”
Anticipation and a twinge of pain rumble through me. “That sounds exactly like what I need right now.” There’s no clear thinking. No lines drawn or feelings shielded. I’m dripping at his words and movements. This man has me any way he’d like me, and I’m so ready for it that I’ll beg if I need to.
And just as I’m thinking it, he says, “I’m going to make you work hard for my cock tonight. And Everly”—he pulls back and looks me in my eyes and down at my lips—“if you’re good and you do exactly as I say, then I’ll reward your beautiful mouth.”
I’ve never wanted to be more obedient in all my life. His words ignite a swoosh of heat throughout my body, and I can feel my cheeks burning. This is the fire I’ve been waiting for. His roaming hand moves up underneath my sweater slowly, and as he grazes the underside of my breast, he changes pace and yanks the cup of my bra down, allowing it to spill out into his hand. The soft cashmere fabric grazes against my nipple and sends another shiver through me. The pad of his thumb rubs the hardened flesh back and forth lightly, teasingly.
His mouth captures mine again. Now with purpose, his tongue searches for mine, and then moves with a slow intention that coaxes my inhibitions to leave as I give my body over to him completely. I jerk my hips toward him, hoping to grind myself against what he’s promising. He may have been hard when I sat on his lap, but that was just a glimpse of what has now swelled into the most satisfying promise of what I get to play with later. I’m instantly reminded of how well this man fills me, fits me, and delivers pleasure so graciously.
“That’s right, beautiful, take what you need. Grind yourself against me,” he growls out.
The only response I’m capable of is a soft moan. He pinches my nipple hard, and it catches my breath. A flutter of excitement hits me and whatever state my panties were in before is irrelevant. They’re soaked now as I find deep blue eyes focused on my mouth. I can only smile. I feel so powerful being able to turn this man on simply by following his lead.
The hum of the electric gondola is the only other sound to fill the small moments of quiet between my breathy moans and Jack’s delicious promises. He smells like caramel, and it makes me crave tasting more of him. He moves his hand from my hip and pulls me closer, never stopping his torturous rubbing and plucking of my nipple with his other hand. As he leans back in his seat, he brings his thumb to my lower lip, and I nip at it playfully.
Jack pushes his thumb farther into my mouth, and I lick the pad, barely tasting anything other than the need to return some kind of pleasure. He hums so deeply that it almost sounds like a rumble.He likes that. Sucking his thumb deeper, I swirl my tongue around it, grazing my teeth slightly on his warm, wet skin. “Are you giving me a preview, baby?” He pinches my nipple again, and it rolls a new wave of pleasure through me. “You want me to fuck this pretty mouth?” I open my eyes, not even realizing I had closed them. Meeting his again, the soft icy blue has turned darker now, more like the stormy ocean. “Will you open for me? Take all of me down that tight throat?” He moves his thumb out and pushes his pointer and middle fingers into my mouth. I suck and lap at them without an ounce of shame. He takes another shaky breath in. “Fuck, I want you so bad right now.”
Before I can even think of a response, Jack sits up and pulls the top of my sweater down, stretching the neckline below my breast, and wraps his mouth around as much of it as will fit in his mouth. He shifts up just enough, so his bulge grazes my core, dragging his teeth over my nipple. Pulling back, he unbuttons my pants, drags the zipper down, and takes the fingers that were just in my mouth and drives them under my panties and right into my pussy. It takes my breath away, and he groans. He pulls me into him closer, his palm grinding into my clit and fingers working a punishing rhythm, and at that moment, I lose it completely. I unravel. I strangle out a moan as stars explode behind my eyes, the intensity of my release starting from the backs of my knees and making its way up throughout my body, pulsing violently exactly where my body craves his.
I rest my forehead on his shoulder as the world comes back into focus. The thought of what we just did makes me smile, and I tilt back to look at the sexy man who just turned me to putty in his hands. His satisfied smirk shows off one of his dimples, and my body swoons in response. He’s so damn pretty, it's almost worth complaining about. He removes his hand from my pants, bringing his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. “You’re my favorite taste,” he says, and then he buttons my pants back for me, shifts my sweater back into place, and the gondola dings as the interior lights brighten. Just in time for the bell. I stand up slowly, feeling punch-drunk, and smile as I start to zip my jacket.
“Did that help?” he asks as he stands, and the gondola comes to a slowing stop.
For a few minutes, as we moved quietly across the sky, I completely forgot why I was angry. The only thing that mattered was to submit to this man, this stranger turned lover, then friend, and now…who knows.
It was freeing.
“It did. You know it did.” I didn’t want to think about what it meant, or what happened earlier today with Jin, or how I needed to confront my father.And myself about what I want.“Thank you, Jack.”
We step out of the gondola and walk along the station's pathway toward the waiting taxi line. Jack hooks his pinky to mine to hold my hand, and without thinking, my fingers intertwine with his. The feelings I have when I’m around him scare me and excite me, but I know myself, perhaps too well. I can only handle so much life-altering thinking for one day.
When I pull my hand from his, his confused look hits me in the gut, and part of me regrets popping the bubble of lust we just built. I can’t forget the upheaval that is starting to take shape in my life, though. If I push it aside and jump into bed with him again, as much as I want to, I’ll hate both of us for it. I have too many unanswered questions.
Knocking myself back into the moment, I walk faster to catch the taxi a few feet from where we’ve stopped. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go home with you right now. I have some questions that my dad needs to answer, and I need to do it now before I lose whatever edge I have left.”
He doesn’t say anything, but then again, I don’t know that I want him to. The playfulness and excitement we held just moments ago are replaced with a cold seriousness of my doing. His tough exterior shifts back in place. Jack simply gives me a nod, turns, and walks away. As I pull away from the curb, steadying my resolve, I send a text to my father, letting him know I’ll be there in a few minutes. I look up and notice that it started to snow. Staring back toward the station, my eyes search for Jack, but he’s nowhere in sight. I’ve just messed up whatever we might have started. Friendship or otherwise.