Chapter 19
ALISON
I paced in my living room, checking my watch every thirty seconds because the world was not spinning fast enough. I'd changed my outfit six times and checked my hair a million other times. Sarah reapplied my lipstick three different times because I was licking it off and she was annoyed.
But I couldn't wait. Ever since Jack was released, he'd been swept off by Bobby to run a series of interviews discussing his side of the events to vindicate him in the eyes of the public. We’d barely been able to see each other, and I was dying in a million different ways.
Sarah had left for a hot date twenty minutes earlier, leaving me alone in this apartment with nothing but my thoughts and a burning desire to jump Jack as soon as he walked through the door. As such, I nearly ripped the handle off the door as soon as he knocked.
"Wow," he breathed, standing before me in black jeans and a tight button down that featured the muscles I loved so much. He hadn't had a haircut in months, leaving little brown curls hanging out around his ears. He'd shaved, though, letting his square jaw tempt me with naughty thoughts. "You look absolutely stunning, Alison."
I was wearing the same red dress I danced for him in the night we met. "I thought you might like it."
He swept me up in his arms and claimed me with his mouth, fumbling to shut the door behind him. Heat spread through me like a forest fire just from the nearness of him, but now? Finally able to wrap my legs around his waist after two months? Pure ecstasy.
"I was going to take you to dinner," Jack murmured in my ear. His hands held tight to my ass, supporting me as I clung to him, and his fingers were starting to wander. "But I think I just want to eat you tonight."
A moan escaped my lips. It had been so long since we'd last been together and he had consumed my every waking thought. I didn't need dinner either.
He braced me against a wall and kicked off his shoes, his hungry mouth seeking out mine. "Is there a table open at the Alison Cafe?"
"Only one seat tonight," I gasped against him. I could feel his hardness pressing against my center and it consumed me. "I think I can fit you in."
"Fuck, I missed you," Jack groaned against me. Our hands were frantic, peeling off layers between kisses while our hands claimed the skin we'd missed for so long. "I don't think you understand how badly I missed you."
"I have a few ideas."
He set me on the ground to pull my dress off in one fluid motion. I was again in lingerie and heels, only this time on purpose.
"I dreamed of tearing that dress off you from the moment I met you." He stepped back to take me in. I offered a few silly poses, relishing in the feeling of his want. "I dreamed of you every night, Alison."
He had me backed up against the wall, my waist lifted to his. He kissed up my collarbone and across my neck while gently thrusting against me, making me dizzy from the nearness of him.
"Did you touch yourself?" I whispered, my hands in his curls. "When you thought of me?"
"Every goddamn night." Jack bit down on my shoulder. "My hand doesn't feel as good as yours, but just the thought of you drove me crazy. I couldn't help myself."
"I want you to act out every fantasy you had." I made him look at me, though he was venturing towards my breasts and the thought of my nipples in his mouth sent sharp waves of lust through me. "Everything you wanted to do to me, I want you to do it."
"That's a dangerous request." Jack sucked on one my fingers, his lips pursing, his tongue flicking against me the way it used to flick across my clit. "You don't know what kind of fantasies jail can put in your head."
"I want all of them," I whispered.
He braced his head against mine and groaned. "You won't be able to walk tomorrow."
"Is that a promise?"
"You better fucking believe it."
He carried me to bed with my body still wrapped around him like a koala. The first thing he did was finish stripping me naked before laying me down, his warm hands roaming my body with a desperate hunger. His smooth face slipped down my body, stopping to caress my nipples with his tongue for a moment, sending electricity straight to my center, and then continuing south.
I tried to pull him back up to my nipples, but he stayed my hand. "This is my fantasy, remember?"
"I thought I had perfect tits?" I breathed back at him as his jaw grazed against my inner thigh.
"I love hearing you talk dirty." He placed a kiss against my other thigh. "But I'm terribly hungry right now."
He carefully spread my lower lips and blew against my waiting wetness. He stole my breath, tangled my nerves into a knot and pulled tight. His mouth made love to my sex so beautifully I would have cried had I not been moaning his name.
His tongue teased my opening and his teeth scraped my clit. My center was church and he was offering praise. Strong hands softly grazed across my skin until he found my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers. My body felt like it was under attack and all I could do was roll myself against him for more, more, more.
I wasn't allowed to come. Not yet. He came back to my breasts and dragged his hardness against my throbbing center, teasing me endlessly. Even the tickle of his hair against my chest sent shivers through me. I was a live wire and he was playing with my voltage in such delicious ways.
He tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth and braced himself on one arm so he could roll it across his cock while still making love to my nipples. It only took two thrusts and he was buried within me, my legs wrapped around his waist, our lips pressed together like we were the only oxygen we needed.
This wasn't the wild sex we had in the trailer, fucking on the arms of the couch or braced on a countertop. This was sensual, powerful, slow even. He framed me between his arms and covered me in kisses that sang of passion and sex. Every thrust into me was another bridge and our moans were the unending chorus.
"I will never let anyone take you away from me again," Jack breathed in my ear. His voice was tight and he was starting to grunt with each thrust, a delicious sound that told me just how bad he wanted me. "I'm going to make love to you every day my dick allows."
"Even when it stops, you can use your tongue," I purred, arching my back into him, deepening his thrusts. I wanted to feel all of him in me, to have his cock branded inside my wetness.
We fucked for hours. I lay on the bed and took his cock deep into my throat, and his grunts bordered on wild while he fucked my mouth and I fingered myself. I worried I'd drown, but it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever witnessed, watching him come apart at my hand.
Then he entered me from behind, sitting against the headboard, so he could keep me in his lap, one hand on my breasts, the other stroking my clit. I was fucking his hand and his cock at the same time, overwhelmed by the sensations of him. He sucked on my earlobe as I came to a crying climax, and it felt like I would fly right off the face of the earth.
It was perfection, this man inside me, on top of me, underneath me. It was where I felt powerful and loved and aroused. Everywhere his hands touched seared within me something almost impossibly strong.
He draped his body over mine, pressed a sweet kiss to my lips, and whispered, "I love you."
The words bubbled out of my body with an almost identical sensation to the many orgasms he'd gifted me that evening.
"I love you, too."