Chapter Nine
Friday night. Jack knew he’d arrived early. He didn’t care. He hadn’t been able to think past the idea of having Ann under him for the next twenty-four hours. Even his introduction to his new job yesterday hadn’t dissuaded him from planning on how best to use his time with Ann.
Every minute spent with her only pushed home how right they were together. The hike. The sex—my God, the sex. Scintillating conversation, compatible senses of humor… The only thing he didn’t like was the way Ann held back from him. He could see the wariness in her big blue eyes when she watched him. He didn’t like it. He wanted to see her surrender, to see that the love between them had only been buried, not exhausted.
Tonight he planned to push past her comfort zone into some hard-hitting truths. In between making her come and cry out his name.
He grinned to himself and pressed the doorbell.
A frown answered him as the door opened. “You’re early.”
Ann wore a robe and had her hair up in a bun that made him hunger to take it down—but only after he’d kissed, sucked and licked every inch of her first.
“You’re not dressed.” He forced a frown. “Did we or did we not have a bet?”
“Oh, stuff it. I’m still getting ready. Go sit in the living room.”
He swore he heard her say jackass before she stomped down the hall and disappeared.
A glance around showed him more of Ann. The house was cozy. Neat, comfortable and colorful. She had a few pictures of her family and friends. None of him. But then, why would she? Still, it bothered him. He wanted to see a few photos of them smiling together. Them backpacking, touring Germany, France. Taking in a sunset at the beach. An awesome fantasy of a future he’d once dreamed about.
As he’d feared, coming back to Bend had been about more than reconnecting with family. Ann had been a large part in his decision as well. He wanted marriage, a family, and the one woman who should have been by his side and wasn’t.
Ann’s footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. He grinned as he noticed the shuttered blinds all around. Ann knew he’d go freaky on her from the start. Smart girl. “Are you wearing what I sent you?”
“How did you know my size?” she asked, her voice coming from right behind him.
Remembering what he’d purchased, he felt his blood race, his cock hardened and he had to swallow past the lump in his throat. Pouncing on her would not send the right message. Though he planned on making love to her all night, he needed to pace himself. He wanted her so hooked on his body that he’d be in her mind and heart before she could push him back out. He’d make sure she never looked at another man again for pleasure. Or love and affection.
Now that he’d finally admitted to himself that he had to have her and no one else, he forced himself to relax. Roll with it. She’s yours. Act the part. Be the man.
He unbuttoned the top of his shirt and sighed. With his knees spread, and relaxing into her couch, he felt like a sultan awaiting his servant and smiled at the thought. “Come here, girl.”
“Girl? Really?”
He stifled laughter. “I could call you slave.”
“No, no. Girl is fine. Bad enough I really do feel like a harem girl in this stupid outfit.” She moved in front of him and waited.
He took his time studying her, wondering if a man could orgasm from sight alone. She wore red high heels, a miniscule black skirt that cupped her ass, and a bikini top that might as well have been a length of dental floss with two tiny triangles for all that it didn’t cover her. The top barely hid her nipples but allowed him to see her full breasts and taut belly.
“Very nice. Any underwear?” He’d told her to leave it off.
“No.”
“How about ‘No, Master’?”
“How about ‘Kiss my ass’?” she said sweetly.
“Sure thing. Turn around.”
She blinked at him. “Ah, I was just kidding.”
“I’m not. You don’t do what I tell you to, you’ll be punished.” He spread his legs wider, trying to give his cock some relief from his constricting jeans.
She eyed him and bit her lower lip. So fucking adorable. He wanted to take her and ride her into the first of many orgasms to come. But she obeyed and turned around.
“Good girl. Don’t move,” he ordered.
She nodded, her hands by her sides.
He sat up and grabbed her thighs, delighting in the silky feel of her legs. “You shaved.”
“Everywhere. As ordered.”
Fuck. He drew in a deep breath, prayed for patience, and let it out. Then he ran his hands up her thighs to her ass. The skirt didn’t hamper him in the slightest when he pushed it up to hug her waist. The stretchy fabric had become his favorite new choice of material for all her play clothes. Because yeah, this woman turned him on, no question. One thing they wouldn’t have a problem with—their sex life.
He nudged her thighs wider, and she accommodated him on those heels that accentuated her slender calves. When he dragged his hands over her ass and down the inside of her thighs, he felt the wet heat of her desire. Needing more, he cupped her pussy.
“Jack,” she moaned and clenched her small hands into fists.
“You are fucking sexy,” he said. “And so mine.” He slid his finger inside her, closing his eyes to concentrate on how she felt.
She faltered on her heels as his finger explored. “Oh.”
“Don’t move,” he growled. He pulled his finger out and turned her around. Staring at her clean-shaven pussy, he palmed her ass and pulled her closer. Unable to wait any longer, he shoved his face close and sucked her into his mouth. Her tight clit and womanly scent went straight to his cock.
He licked her and ground his face against the sultry evidence of her need. “Want you to come,” he said between strokes of his tongue. “All over my mouth.”
“Yes, Jack. Please.” She clutched his head, grinding against his lips.
He speared her with two fingers, shoving hard and deep, and sucked her clit into his mouth, teething the nub.
She cried out as she came, and he lapped her up, wanting to devour her heart and soul. When she trembled against him, he pulled away and unbuttoned his jeans, then slid them down to his knees. He hadn’t worn underwear either.
“Sit on me.” He couldn’t help the deep timbre of his voice, or the slick shine of his cockhead.
“Condom?” she said between breaths.
“Not tonight. Not with you. I’m clean. So are you. You’re protected, right?”
“I…” She paused, and he knew if she told him to wear one, he would. Anything to get inside her. “Yeah.”
“I mean it. I’m gonna come inside you. You’re okay with that?” he asked—begged—as he guided her to straddle him.
“Well, only because I lost a bet.” Her slight grin relieved him.
And then he couldn’t think because the heat of her pussy was over him. He thrust up even as she sank down, and the deep push inside her was like coming home.
“Not gonna last long. Oh fuck,” he swore as she rode him. He gripped her ass as he pushed her up and down, her slender body milking him of pleasure. “You feel so good. So good, angel.” He couldn’t think as she took him past control, until he was fucking her harder, giving no quarter.
He wanted to kiss her again, to suck on her nipples, eat her pussy, all of it. But he couldn’t stop the rising lust rushing over him.
She bucked, gloving him in her tight pussy.
He had to be leaving bruises as he clenched her ass, but damn if he could stop himself. He was so close, so—
She slammed onto him one final time and swiveled her hips, and he lost it. “Fuck.”
Emptying inside her until he couldn’t breathe, Jack forgot everything but Ann. When he blinked his eyes open, unaware of having closed them, he saw her watching him with an unguarded expression of affection and hope. And just as suddenly, when she realized he saw her, the shutter came down.
Annoyed, spent, and needing some recovery time, he arched up into her, loving the feel of surrounding heat. Still half-hard, he refused to pull away.
“You feel good?”
She nodded, looking shy.
“Tell me how much you like my cock. Use the words.”
She colored but repeated his words.
“Tell me what you want me to do next. You want me to fuck that tight ass? Come down your throat?” He dragged his hands over her back and up, then circled to her front. He pulled down the left triangle hiding her nipple and sucked until it stood ramrod stiff.
She rocked over him, and the sudden return of a full erection didn’t surprise him. He could go twice, quick back-to-backs, if he could stay hard long enough. Obviously not a problem with Ann.
He let go of one breast, covered it up, and exposed the other. That one he pinched and tweaked with both fingers and teeth until she was a writhing, moaning mess.
“You like what I make you feel?”
She nodded, but again he wanted the words.
He gripped her hair and pulled her head back, aware of the choppy breathing and tightening of her body around him. Ann liked it rough. Kinky. And that made him like her even more.
“Tell me exactly what you want, angel. Or you’re going to feel this cock up your ass without the lube you’re gonna need. Maybe you want it to hurt?”
She clenched tightly around him, and he swore to himself he’d make this second round last.
“I love when you grab my hair and tug. Or when you bite and slap my ass,” she confessed. She rocked over him, her motion jerky. “I want to feel you come inside me. So hard,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
He took her nipple in his mouth and bit down, not to hurt, but enough to be firm. Sucking her wasn’t easy with her moving faster over him, but he held on and slapped her ass.
“Yeah. Oh yeah, baby.” She gripped his head and ground over him.
He couldn’t breathe, lost in lust and love. Ann might look sweet and innocent, but beneath the good girl clothes was a kinky woman who loved pleasure and took what she wanted.
He let her nipple go and shoved his face into her neck as he dragged her down over him and shot inside her again. So much need for this woman he couldn’t contain.
She kept rubbing herself against him, dragging out his orgasm, until she moaned and came with him.
The marathon sex should have tired him out. Twice in maybe half an hour. He almost wished he might have been done, because the woman would wear him out if he weren’t careful.
When he pulled his head back to look at her, he saw her satisfied smile. He wasn’t prepared for her tender kiss, or the way it deepened.
“That was amazing,” she said on a sigh. “You made such a mess inside me, but I don’t care. I don’t think I’ll ever move again.”
He laughed with her. “Jesus. Me neither. You feel so good around me. You just don’t know.” He leaned his head against her chest and hugged her.
She hugged him back. “I do know. Because I’m feeling you inside me, and it’s perfect.”
No. She was perfect. He kissed her again then sat back against the couch. “We’re just beginning, angel. Let’s go shower and clean up. Then we’ll really get started.” He nodded at the bag of tricks he’d brought. “I can’t wait to show you everything.”
…
Ann should have known that nothing would be simple with Jack. As if two mind-blowing orgasms weren’t enough, he’d brought toys and product with him. Body butter, some massage oil and lubricant for…easing big things into little things.
For the past two hours, he’d taken his time bathing her, then drying her before massaging her in oil until she wanted to curl around him and sleep for the next ten years. Thank goodness for the blanket she’d thought to put down over her bed or she feared she’d never get the oil—and other stains—out of her sheets.
The sex maniac had gotten hard after giving her a full body massage. She’d grown wet as well, and now he resumed exploring her body. She should have been embarrassed, splayed out on her back on the bed while he stood next to it and rubbed his hands over and in her. But she wasn’t. She was still turned on and wanting more.
“You have a big cock.” She stared at the thing, knowing Jack had a lot more than six inches.
“It’s all about what you do with what you’ve got, not how much you stuff into your pants.” He grinned at her. “But feel free to tell everyone how big I am.”
She snorted. “You and that ego.”
“Please. What about your ego? Don’t you like knowing you get me hard?”
“Everything gets you hard.”
He frowned. “Not everything. I just happen to have a thing for school teachers and redheads. Oh, and big breasts. Consider yourself warned.”
“Jack.”
He laughed at her. “Really? That’s embarrassing? I have my fingers inside you. I’ve eaten you out, rubbed you all over, and the fact you have large tits is embarrassing?”
“They aren’t that big.” She was a C-cup, but they fit her frame. Mostly.
“Honey, you have a tiny waist and boobs that fit into my hands. And I have big hands.” He spread his fingers wide in front of her face and wiggled them. “You’re my personal wet dream come to life.”
“Or you’re just a really horny guy.” She had to keep reminding herself not to fall for his physical charms or slippery tongue. His flattery was going straight to her head.
“You don’t want to see it, fine.” He didn’t look pleased. “Time for some tough love.”
“Ah, Jack?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll thank me for it soon enough. I’m going to sit here, and I want you to lay over my lap. Your ass up, belly down over my legs.”
She waited for him to sit up against her headboard, then eased herself into position—to be spanked.
He caressed her ass, and she bit back a moan. Then she noticed a toy in his hand, what looked like a stubby dildo.
“Um, Jack?”
He slapped her butt, hard, and she jerked.
“Stay still. You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He slapped her again, less hard, but the sting remained. Then he rubbed it away, and heat spread from the slap straight to her clit. Jack must have read her mind, because he fitted a hand between her legs and smiled. “Yeah. You like that. It gets you wet.”
He took the small dildo and put it between her legs. “What are you doing?” she asked in a breathless voice.
“Getting your toy wet. This is a butt plug, and it’s time I got that ass ready for me.”
She swallowed hard. “Will it hurt?”
“Do you want it to?”
She thought about it, amazed at how liberating it felt to be so sexually unrestrained with Jack. Her past boyfriends had never tried anything too kinky with her. Whether due to her being petite and looking innocent or being a schoolteacher, she had no idea.
“Well?” He smacked her ass again.
“A l-little.”
“Good.” He smiled at her. Never would she have imagined him to be so creative in bed. When they’d been younger, he’d been an amazing lover, but they hadn’t done much beyond vanilla sex. Blowjob, missionary, maybe once doggie-style. Jack had surely come into his own since then.
“Okay. Let’s try this. No, don’t tense up. Easy, angel.” He dragged the slender toy out from between her legs and spread her cheeks wide. Then he rimmed her with it. “You like that?”
She was thrusting her ass out, trying to maximize the contact. “Yes.”
“Let’s give you some more, hmm?” The toy rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings in her ass. Then he pulled it away and drizzled some lube over it. In seconds, he returned to her ass, stroking her and making her long for something more.
When he pushed the tip inside her, she moaned at the flood of sensation bombarding her. Then he moved deeper, and it felt good…until he came to a spot that hurt.
She flinched, and he put a hand on the small of her back. “Easy, angel.”
She squirmed. He pulled the toy out, then eased it back in. Small, short thrusts that didn’t go past the tight ring that burned. He pulled the toy out and squirted moisture over her anus.
“More lube. Fuck, I want inside you.”
She felt his erection under her. The toy returned, but this time it hit that burning spot and continued to slide deeper.
“Push out. That’s it. Take it inside,” he ordered.
She tried, but it hurt. “Wait.”
Jack stopped. “Just feel it.”
She let the foreign sensation linger. “Okay.”
Slowly, he added a bit more, then pulled the toy out. He thrust it back in, then out, and before she knew it, he was fucking her with it. And she liked it.
“That’s it. Oh yeah, that’s hot,” he rasped. “But there’s more.”
He moved them both and positioned her so that she was at the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. She was still belly down, but now he stood between her legs. The plug remained, but Jack tilted her ass up so he could…
“Jack.”
“Oh fuck.” He inched inside her pussy, the tight fit of his cock in conjunction with the butt plug overwhelming. “That’s it. Good girl. Take it.” He continued to slide inside her, until both he and the toy filled her. “Oh yeah. Time to submit to your master, angel.”
That he was so into the fantasy only enhanced her desire. She had never been so full, and she knew she could experience more. The need for him to move, to take her, made her impatient. “Fuck me.”
He slapped her ass, and she cried out with pleasure. He withdrew, then pushed forward again. The slow glide of his body in and out of hers broke any hope of remaining distant from her lover.
She panted as he took her, and his rough handling stirred her to near climax. Then he pushed a button on the plug, and it vibrated.
She screamed his name as she came, and he soon joined her, shoving into her so hard they seemed to fuse as one person.
When she could function again, she felt him withdraw. Then he removed the plug, and she felt empty.
“You okay?” he asked and kissed her cheek.
She lay flat, trying to voice an answer. All she could manage was, “Hmmm.”
He laughed and kissed her between her shoulder blades. “Good. You stay right there.”
Like I’m going anywhere.
He returned to clean her up, the cool damp cloth welcome over her sensitive skin. He turned her over and studied her, his gaze warm, happy. She noticed he’d cleaned himself up, but even flaccid he was imposing. So much muscle and sex appeal in one man. He should be illegal.
He tugged her to stand, then whipped the blanket off and tossed it to the floor. “Get in bed.”
“Is that an order?”
“You’re slurring your words. I exhausted you.” He grinned in triumph.
“I just need a break.” She yawned. Not a great way to show she could keep up with him. Her excuse was that she hadn’t gotten much sleep the last few days, wondering what he’d be like tonight. Though if she’d known to expect a man who’d give her so much pleasure she’d almost pass out, she still wouldn’t have gotten much rest.
“Sure thing. Let’s lie down so I can get my second wind too.”
“Don’t you mean third wind?” She laughed at herself and snuggled under the covers. She tensed at first when he joined her, not used to sleeping with a man. But when he spooned her and wrapped a hand around her waist to draw her closer, she sighed and gave in to the need to cuddle.
Life didn’t get much better than this.