Lawson

 

 

I wasn’t normally so brazen to suggest such things outright, but I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t ready for this to end right now; I needed more of him. And from the way he kissed me, I was certain he felt the same.

“I think we should move to somewhere more comfortable.”

I took his hand and pulled him toward the couch. I didn’t think the bedroom was strictly appropriate. Not yet, anyway. I stopped in front of the sofa, and Jack’s nostrils flared. He licked his lips, and sliding his hand around my neck, he crushed his mouth to mine hard enough to push me backwards. His other arm wrapped around my back, and he lowered me onto the couch.

His strength surprised me. Of course I was aware of his height and his huge shoulders, but he simply manoeuvred me as though I weighed nothing―I was suddenly on my back, lying the length of the sofa and he was over me, caging me in with his arms as he slowly lowered his body onto mine. And it was glorious.

His weight on top of me, between my legs, was heavenly.

He kissed me slower this time, deeper, but with no less passion. Every nerve in my body sang. I rolled my hips, grinding against him, and his breath stuttered as he broke the kiss. “God,” he murmured; his voice was rough. He kissed along my jaw to my ear and down my neck. “I want more of your neck, but I really like the bow tie.” I could feel him smile against my skin.

I reached up and pulled on one end of my tie, unravelling it, and scrambling to undo the top button. “I don’t care much for the bow tie right now,” I rasped, tilting my head to give him more of my neck. “Not when you do th―”

Then he scraped his teeth across my skin, and he chuckled as my words stumbled to a stop. But his hot breath down my neck and shoulder sent a shiver right through me, and that made Jack moan.

“Lawson,” he growled. He pulled back, and his eyes were dark but his smirk was nefarious. “If you keep squirming like that, I won’t be responsible for what I do to you.”

I laughed and rolled my hips, rubbing my erection against his through the fabric of our clothes. From what I could feel, he was in proportion―to say the least. He was big, and he was hard. I writhed against him again because he felt so incredible. His weight, his hard-on…

Jack’s huge hand stilled my hip while he pinned me with his body. “Lawson.” There was more warning in his tone now. He began to pull away. “This is about to get embarrassing very fast. You have no idea how much you turn me on.”

I hooked my foot around the back of his leg to prevent him from moving. I wanted him right where he was. “This doesn’t have to stop,” I whispered. I ran my hand down his back, over his arse, and then slowly―so he could deny me if he wished―slid my hand between us and palmed his erection.

Jack whined. He closed his eyes as though he was trying to summon willpower from a higher being.

I’d never felt so empowered. He was half a foot taller than me, outweighed me by twenty kilos, he was athletic and I was academic, yet I was in complete control.

So using both hands, I undid his belt, pulling it roughly through the buckle. Then I popped the button and slid my fingers underneath the elastic of his briefs. His erection was confined toward his hip, so wrapping my hand around him, I pulled his cock free.

His eyes flew open, a mix of lust and abandon stared back at me. “Lawson,” he murmured my name before crushing his mouth to mine. I stroked him, gyrating my hips, needing to feel him. Needing more. Needing everything.

Jack pulled back, almost to his haunches, and he undid my trousers. I was transfixed, watching his face as he revealed my cock. He licked his lips and his nostrils flared, and when he gripped my shaft, his eyes met mine, and I just about caught on fire.

“Jack.” I don’t know what I was insisting on, or begging for. Something. Anything. “Just fucking do it.”

His eyes lit up and his smirk was wicked as he aligned our cocks and wrapped his huge hand around us both. I gasped at the onslaught of pleasure, before he kissed me with a fervour I’d never known.

I’d never been wanted like he wanted me.

He broke the kiss and spoke against my lips. “Please come.” He groaned, a pained sound. “Need you to come first, and I’m not gonna last.”

His hand, now slicked with precome, slid our cocks together, and the feeling was incredible. Knowing I was turning him on so much was dizzying. I looked down between us, my forehead against his neck, and watched as our cockheads squeezed through his hand―it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt, been a part of, or had happen to me. God, I was so turned on. I couldn’t ever remember being this aroused…

“Lawson,” he growled, pure sex and wonder. “Need you to come.”

And I did. A coil, wound so tight, sprung deep at the base of my spine. I came in spurts between us, groaning through an unspeakable pleasure.

“Oh, God,” he whispered in my ear, and his cock pulsed against mine as he came. “Fuck!”

Jack held himself above me with one hand, trembling as his orgasm rocketed through him. His face was the picture of ecstasy and bliss. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips parted in a silent cry.

Thick ropes of come covered my stomach and shirt. Jack collapsed on top of me, his weight immense and divine, and he nuzzled into my neck. With him in between my thighs, I shifted a little to get more comfortable. He clearly had no intention of moving.

He nuzzled my neck some more, then kissed lazily up my jaw until he found my lips. He rested against his open palm and snugged his elbow in beside my shoulder. He smiled down at me languidly. His eyes were dreamy.

He sighed happily. “We’re a mess. I probably should apologise, but I’m not sorry at all.”

I bit my bottom lip to stop from smiling too much. Though I doubt I had him fooled. “I probably should apologise for being so bold as to insist you join me on the couch, but I’m not sorry at all either.”

He chuckled and planted a soft, wet kiss on my lips. “I do like the way you speak. But I will admit, I like it when you swear even more.”

“Swear?”

“You said fuck. Actually, you said ‘just fucking do it.’”

“I did not!”

“You did too.” He grinned and kissed me again. “And it was hot.”

I could feel my cheeks heat. “I’m sure I’m aware of what words come out of my mouth. I’m not one to curse. The English language has many thousand words, some much more indulgent and better serving than swear words.”

Now he laughed. “You totally swore. Next time I’ll record you so I have proof.”

“Next time?”

“Please tell me there’ll be a next time.”

I found myself smiling at his expression. Blinking innocence and hope. “Will it be the best third date ever?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly. “Though, just as a gauge, how did the second date go?”

“I’ll let you know when it’s over.”

He laughed into a sigh and smiled as though he couldn’t possibly have been happier. “I think you should stay the night.”

Oh. My heart squeezed with his words and the look in his eyes. “Well, no. I think I shouldn’t. I appreciate the offer, but I have none of my belongings here and I have an early start tomorrow.”

“Am I not coming with you tomorrow?”

“If you want.”

“I want. You, me, and Rosemary. I thought we had a deal?”

I looked over to find her still sound asleep in front of the unlit fireplace, then back to Jack. “Okay, deal.”

“So you’ll stay?”

I smiled at his insistence. “No.”

He pouted gorgeously. “Then I better make Date Number Three even better.”

“Or even Date Number Four…”

He kissed me with smiling lips. “I’m not afraid of working for it.”

“It? As in sex? You presume a lot.”

“I wasn’t referring to working for sex, no. I was referring to working on making you happier with each date.” He seemed amused. “If more sex is a reward for awesome date planning, then I’m not opposed. And I’m not presuming anything. I seem to recall you dragging me to the couch to get more comfortable.”

I’m certain I blushed. “I believe in asking for what I want. There’s no point in yearning for something if you can actually have it.”

Jack traced his thumb over my heated cheek. His eyes followed his thumb, then scanned my face. “You are something special,” he whispered. “And you can have me anytime you want me.”

I leaned up and kissed him. “I think I need to get cleaned up.”

He jumped off me with the agility of a cat and walked off down the hall. “Take off your shirt. I’ll get you a clean one.”

I pulled at the unravelled bow tie, sliding it from around my neck, then undid the buttons on my shirt. I slid it from my shoulders just as Jack came back with a wet washer in one hand and a folded shirt in the other. And he stopped. And stared.

I felt warm all over as he examined me with his gaze, as though his eyes were hands that skimmed over every inch of my skin.

Jack licked his lips and took a robotic step toward me. “Oh wow,” he said, now appearing to be fixated on my chest. He swallowed hard and finally met my eyes. “Right, then. Shirt?” He held up his hand with the shirt. “Though I’ll be completely honest with you, Lawson, I’d rather you didn’t put it on.”

He stood in front of me; his height and size never seemed more apparent. I felt slightly vulnerable, I was half-naked and he towered over me, his shoulders dwarfed mine. But he very tenderly put the washcloth to my abdomen, gently washing me clean in slow, deliberate circles.

It was the most adoring, indulgent thing anyone had ever done for me.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my shoulder, and I almost told him I was staying…

Jack took a small step backward and let out a slow breath. “A shirt,” he said, his voice low and lovely. “It will be too big, but it’s the smallest I’ve got. I haven’t worn it in years.”

I took the folded shirt. “Thank you.” I slipped it on over my head, and yes, it swam on me.

When I finished pressing it down into submission, I looked up at Jack to find him biting the corner of his bottom lip. “Looks good on you.”

“It’s far too big.” I tried tucking the front in a bit, but it was pointless.

Jack put his fingers under my chin and gently tipped my face upwards so I would look at him. “I like my clothes on you,” he murmured before pressing his lips to mine.

I slid my hand along his jaw, the feel of stubble scratched my skin in the most delicious way, and I deepened the kiss. He let me kiss him this way, deep and slick until he put a hand on my hip and pushed me away. He chuckled, a disbelieving sound. His voice was gruff. “If you intend on leaving, you probably should go now. Before I take you to my bed.”

I blinked, staring up at him, and somewhere in my brain a voice was telling me to breathe, breathe, because I’d somehow forgotten how to. I took my lungs full of air and my mind buzzed as a response to the reprieve. I put my palm to my forehead, staving off a dizzy spell.

Jack’s eyes were a mix of amused and concerned. “You okay?”

“While it’s correct that breathing can be both a voluntary and involuntary process, I’m not certain I’ve ever actually forgotten to breathe before now.”

Jack barked out a laugh, and he smiled with a hint of mischief. “You know, if you’re feeling lightheaded, you can always stay.”

This time, I stepped back. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m fine. Though I really should be going.”

He looked disappointed, which made me happier than it should have, but he nodded. “Fair enough. We still on for tomorrow, though?”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

“Me too. And I need to put my thinking cap on about Date Number Three. Is tomorrow night too soon?”

I picked up my laptop satchel and smiled at him. “Tomorrow night is fine.”

“Good.” He collected the storage tub I’d brought with me from the table and followed me to the front door. “I’ll wash your shirt for you and leave it here for you then.”

I stopped by the light on the front porch and turned to face him. “So, Date Number Three will be here again?”

He blanched and the corner of his lip pulled down with uncertainty. “Well, I thought… we can go somewhere else if you’d prefer. I just thought you could bring your work here and get the paperwork done while I cook dinner, that way we have more time…”

I smiled at him, letting him know it was fine. “Sounds perfect.”

He beamed a smile that made my heart soar. Then he ducked his head a little and nodded toward my rental before taking the three porch steps with a familiar ease. He opened the back of the Defender and slid the tub inside. I opened the driver’s door and leaned in to put my satchel on the passenger seat. When I straightened up, he was standing behind me and he made no apologies about being caught ogling my arse. I raised my eyebrow at him, but he only shrugged.

“So, do I get a score on tonight’s date?” he asked. Then he apparently remembered something out of the blue. “Oh, wait! Hold that thought.” He dashed off to the corner of his house, disappearing from the light the front porch allowed. He came back holding a strand of jasmine: dainty white flowers on a sliver of green. He stopped in front of me and presented them to me. There was a nervousness to the set of his lips. “For you. A date’s not a date without flowers, apparently.”

I reached out slowly and took the flowers. “Perfect.”

His smile was my reward. “What’s perfect?”

“My assessment on Date Number Two.” I took a deep breath and looked up at the amazing blanket of stars above us. The silence, the open space, and seclusion of where he lived was incredible. “I’m starting to think all dates with you might be perfect, varying only in their degree of perfection.”

He smiled victoriously, happily. “I’m already looking forward to tomorrow.” He put his hand to my face and kissed me. “But if you have to go…”

“I do.”

“Then goodnight.”

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. “Goodnight.”

He watched as I manoeuvred the ridiculously sized Defender out of his driveway. When I looked back to wave, I saw that Rosemary had joined him on the porch. Jack patted her forehead, said something to her, and waved me off.

I drove back to town with an absurd grin on my face. I went to sleep with it too.