CHAPTER FOUR
Sword Swallower—Jack
Holy fucking shit, Sal has no gag reflex. She really is the perfect woman. Again, I find myself wondering what the fuck Evan’s problem is while at the same time not caring because she’s mine now. I’m sure when this little episode is over she’ll try to pull some bullshit about it being a mistake or a one-time thing, but fuck that. I want her and I want her for life.
She starts pulling on my dick in long sucking strokes and there’s no way I’m lasting more than 30 seconds. Nor am I having any coherent thoughts anymore.
“Darlin’, I’m gonna come,” I say caressing the side of her face with one hand while keeping my grip on her hair in the other. Then she does something that I never see coming.
She pops her mouth off of my dick and rocks back on her heels and in one swoop removes her tank top, offering her beautiful bare breasts to me.
I swear I start to tear up I have so many feelings right now. She grips my erection and sucks around the tip bringing me to the brink again. Again she pops off and starts jacking me off in earnest. It takes only a few pumps and I shoot all over her tits and chest and she catches some in her mouth at the end, cleaning me off. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed or been lucky enough to be a part of. She absentmindedly rubs my come around her breasts and toys a little with her nipples.
“Am I in some magical porn?” I ask, out of breath and I can tell it was not the right thing to say.
She stands abruptly and wobbles into me as I catch her. Her face is twisted up in a displeased frown. I sit her on a plush bench and turn in search of something to clean her up. I retrieve some soft towels from the bathroom and bring them back to her. She grabs one from my hand.
“Thanks,” she says coldly as I kneel in front of her and take over cleaning my DNA off of her.
I toss the towels into a nearby basket and grab her shirt and gently put it back on her. I lean into her face and hold my hands on her cheeks so she is looking at me. “Sal, that was amazing and I want to do more of that soon.” Her face is softening slightly. “I also want to spend more time with you, take you to dinner, play music, and dance.”
Her face lights up with amusement when I mention dancing because I am notorious for being a shitty dancer. “Do you really think this is going to work? We can barely tolerate each other.”
“Sal, I more than tolerate you, you’re the reason I love to come here. If I could convince you, I’d have you on every season. You make my days fun, interesting and challenging,” I say sincerely. “There’s no one I’d rather compete with, even though my girl is going to win, it’s still fun to watch you try.”
Oops, wrong thing again. She pushes me and I fall back gracelessly onto my ass. “You are a condescending asshole.” She stands and storms out and I know I’m completely in love with her.
The elimination show is predictable in that Carla’s 16-year-old Miley rip off was the one to go and she cried like a baby. I’m ecstatic that Grace made it to the finals. I had my doubts because voters tend to shun the women contestants over 30. I don’t like it, nor do I understand it, but such is the way of the world. Younger will always be perceived to be better. Sal and I stand on stage with our finalists and we stare each other down and are being silly pretending to choke each other. She is so beautiful and the most special woman I’ve known. She’s also going to lose this competition if it’s the last thing I do.
Grace and I spend the next six days rehearsing her four songs and I know they are perfect for her but I am having a few doubts so it’s time to play a little dirty pool. While Grace is singing a stunning version of “I Say a Little Prayer” by Aretha Franklin, I open my “Finsta” as the kids call it. I, of course, have an official Jack Hansen Instagram account but I also have one for tactical reasons. I opened Daisy Reid’s account during the first season of the show. Daisy is a 16-year-old girl from San Antonio, Texas and is a rabid High Note fan. She comments regularly on every contestant’s pictures, even mine. She is usually 50/50 on positive and negative posts. She never leaves a negative on one of mine though. No one would ever question it either, she loves me. Also, like 12,000 people comment on each picture so it’s a good scam because the contestants can’t help reading them and there’s no chance of getting caught.
I bring up Nic’s account and find his latest photo. I’m instantly feeling rage because it’s a selfie with Sal and she looks so happy to be squished up next to this little shit. I want to put that smile on her face, just me. I’m moody because I’ve been trying to talk to Sal this week and she is avoiding me like I’m shit on her shoe. Unfortunately, I don’t have her phone number and it’s near impossible to get. I refuse to try to reach her in any other way. I’m not that desperate, yet I am. I’m desperate to hold her again, to feel her soft skin on mine, and to fuck her into next week.
Daisy decides to leave a snarky comment about how Nic’s teeth are too big for his mouth and he sings like a dying horse. She leaves some genius hashtags too #nicforsecondplace #salistoogoodforhim #JackSalshipping. That last one Daisy made up when people started speculating that we were fucking—it’s caught on really well. If only we were actually fucking. I close the app and pay closer attention to Grace since this is our final practice before dress rehearsal tomorrow.