TWELVE
Eden
I’d got back home that night after meeting Jack feeling both nervous and excited. I wasn’t an expert at covert operations by any stretch of the imagination, but I was pretty confident I hadn’t been seen by Conall or any of his goons. Even if they saw me leave, the chances of them managing to follow unnoticed and catch my meeting with Jack were remote.
My woman’s intuition was telling me that I’d gotten away with it, and it felt good. I’d had a spring in my step for the whole following day, smiling and chatting with colleagues and customers alike at the diner. I was back to my bubbly, confident and slightly flirtatious self at the bar.
I found myself thinking of Jack, his large, strong and masculine presence so close to me in the car. His smell, the taste of his lips as he’d kissed me gently at first, then more passionately as his desire grew. I was barely able to ask him to stop, and I wondered how I’d managed to stop him from having his way with me in the back of the car, there and then.
I had a recurring day dream, the image of us writhing together in the back of the car, windows steamed up, straddling Jack as he thrust into me, large hands guiding my hips as our eyes were locked....
Calm down, Eden. You’re seeing him tonight. Let’s hope he’s as good as you’ve been building him up to be in your mind…
In reality though, I wanted companionship, security and protection more than I wanted sex. But it had been so long, I could barely think of anything else.
I hope he’s not only using me to get at Conall. He seems genuine, like he really cares. Still, some men will do anything to get in your pants, and with the bonus of taking down Conall as well…
I shrugged off the niggling doubt which whispered unbound at the back of my mind. There was no way of knowing if Jack was using me, or even if he was just after something casual. I was going to have to wait and see and enjoy whatever happened nonetheless.
I was equally excited and nervous as I returned home. I had less than an hour before Jack was due to turn up, and I wanted to look good.
I had worn an understated outfit to work, wanting to save the best for Jack. I went upstairs and quickly shrugged my way out of my clothes, dropping my work outfit and underwear into the laundry basket. I felt the chill of the bedroom air on my naked body, nipples hardening slightly as I quickly tidied up.
I’ve got a feeling I’ll be bringing Jack up to see my bedroom soon… and a lot more besides…
Satisfied that the room was presentable, I found myself looking at my naked body in the bedroom mirror. Petite, but buxom. Full figured. I was confident about my body, and Jack sure didn’t seem to mind it. I frowned slightly at my slightly unkempt bush, dark hair that was obscuring my pussy. I decided to give the hair a trim, heading to the bathroom to grab my electric razor.
The tingle the vibrating electric razor made me shudder slightly, and I was already horny enough without the pleasure it gave me as I tidied the hair. I had to resist the urge to press the handle of the razor against my clit, enjoying the brief waves of pleasure, gasping slightly as my mind was filled with thoughts of Jack, his head between my legs, soft lips on me, rough stubble on my thighs…
I finished shaving quickly and had a lukewarm shower to calm myself somewhat before heading back into the bedroom to get dressed.
I chose my new baby blue underwear which I hadn’t worn yet, satisfied at the sight of my curves within the sexy lingerie. I decided on a short but not too short skirt and a loose white blouse. My bra was showing through the blouse. I smiled to myself, pleased with how I looked.
I brushed my hair loosely and let it sit long and slightly curled over my shoulders, happy with the way it cascaded around my face and shoulders.
After applying a little makeup, I studied myself in the mirror once more, hands on my hips.
Well, if this doesn’t work, nothing will.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen, heart pounding in my chest with anticipation. Jack was due here in about five minutes, and the wait was difficult. I looked around the kitchen, which was already tidy and clean. Nothing to distract myself with here, then.
I shrugged and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the side, pouring out two large glasses. I took a sip from one, leaning back against the kitchen side seductively, mouth pouted, one hand on my hip, and eyes heavy, expression serious but inviting.
I gazed longingly at the back wall, wondering if Jack had possibly been spotted and decided to bail or possibly come back later. Then my heart stopped as a large figure jumped deftly over the wall, strong arms carrying him over effortlessly into a half crouch in the garden on firm feet.
The figure rose to his full height and brushed himself off. I smiled when I saw his trademark black leather trench coat, jeans, boots, and an immaculate white shirt he was trying to brush a crease out of.
Don’t worry, Jack. You won’t be wearing that for long, anyway.
As the figure approached I could make out Jack’s features. Slim but with wide shoulders, muscled and athletic. Strong jawline, short blonde buzzcut hair. Clean shaven, clear confident eyes sparkling with intelligence and wit. Confident strides brought him to the house, and he knocked gently on the kitchen door.
I set my glass down and approached the door slowly, trying to pretend I wasn’t eagerly waiting by the back door. I unlocked the door and swung it open gently to find Jack standing there, a smile on his face.
The smile faded slightly as he saw me, eyes wide as he took me all in.
“Wow. I mean, hi. You look… stunning…” His voice trailed off and he smiled at me warmly.
“Hey, Jack. Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself. Wanna come in?” I cocked my head, smiling at the rhetorical question.
“Yeah, sure thing. Thanks.” He took a deep breath, a hint of nervousness showing as he brushed past me. I didn't make an effort to move, letting his body brush past mine as he walked into the kitchen. A rush of desire rose within me at his close, masculine presence.
I closed the back door and walked over to the two glasses of wine, hips swaying. He gratefully accepted a glass as I passed it to him. We both took a gulp, a silence stretching out between us as we drank.
I was filled with pleasure and satisfaction with merely having him here in the house. It was the complete opposite of Conall’s presence, comforting not scary, pleasurable not sickening. I felt warm with anticipation as I studied him.
“So h…” We both spoke at the same time, laughing like teenagers at the awkwardness we likely both felt.
Maybe he’s as nervous as I am. I’m guessing he knows what I really invited him here for. I get the impression it’s been awhile for him as well. Don’t worry Jack, I’ll be gentle…
I waited for him to speak, smiling warmly at him.
“So, you been ok? No sign of Conall right?” His voice was strained with concern as he looked at me, studying my features.
“Nope. No sign of him or any of his stupid goons. I think our secret meeting the other night went off without a hitch. Well done us!” I raised my glass, clinking it with his. He laughed good naturedly.
“Good work, Eden. I was impressed. Really. You did great, and you went about talking to me in the right way. Can never be too careful, y’know.” He paused to take a sip of wine. I glowed at the compliment, proud he thought I’d played it well.
“So, about the meth Conall gave me. Do you wanna take some? I mean, I won’t be in trouble getting some drugs out in front of a police officer, will I?” I raised an eyebrow, peering at him cheekily over my wine glass.
“No, that’s alright. I won’t have to handcuff you or anything… well, unless you want me to. But that’s got nothing to do with the drugs…” He trailed off, expression hardening with desire as he stared at me.
Guess he wants me to know he’s interested, too. Got you loud and clear, handsome.
I giggled at him.
“Now now, Jack. Let’s not get carried away just yet.” I strode past him, hand brushing his arm as I passed. I bent lower than was necessary to open the drawer where I’d been hiding the meth Conall had given me.
I rose and turned to pass the bag to Jack. His eyes widened as he saw what I was holding. He held out a hand gingerly to take the bag off of me.
“Shit. That’s a lot. It’s....” He studied the bag under the light in the kitchen, turning it so the crystals sparkled slightly, “it’s exactly the same color as the other stuff I’ve found on the streets. And it came straight from Conall. More than just coincidence now.”
He was speaking professionally, in short succinct sentences. Mind working as he spoke.
“So what are you gonna do with it, Mr. Detective?” I asked as I set my glass down, both hands on the kitchen counter openly.
Jack looked up to study my features and my posture. An unreadable expression crossed his face.
“Well, ah. If you’re happy for me to do so, I’ll take it in and have it sampled. Don’t worry, it isn’t gonna go on record just yet where I got it from. I’ll say I busted a dealer who was getting too confident or something. If it matches the percentage of the other samples we’ve got, well…”
He paused to look at me, concern once again crossing his handsome face.
“Well, with you testifying that Conall gave you this bag, then we have a connection. Between everything, all the samples of meth. Plus, if I can get hold of that scumbag Goldie and get something out of him too, well, we can take them all down.”
He strode over, standing a few feet away from me and looking down into my eyes. I gasped inwardly as he took one of my hands in his, holding it gently as he spoke.
“Look, Eden. You’ve been through enough shit over the years. I can’t imagine what it’s like having to go through it again.” He looked away, staring out of the kitchen window, a faraway expression on his face.
“Believe me when I say I know what it’s like to deal with men like Conall. The way they manipulate, intimidate. They’ll do anything to get what they want or what they covet.” He looked back at me, green eyes sparkling as he gazed into mine.
“I’ve got an idea…” he started to say, his expression turning serious once again.
“Jack,” I said, and he paused as he looked at me, eyebrows raised. “Let’s talk about it later.”
I guided his hand to my waist just above my hip and the other followed suit as he stepped closer to me. I pulled his hips toward mine, pushing myself against him. I felt the warmth from his body through my thin blouse, my breasts pressing against his muscled chest.
“Kiss me…” I said, voice thick as I held his gaze.
He leaned down, bringing his head down to my level. I raised my neck to look up at him as our lips met.
He kissed me gently, caressing my lips with his. His tongue entered my mouth, caressing mine as his hands squeezed my waist.
I pushed my hips forward, feeling him start to swell in his jeans against my thigh. I groaned with pleasure at the thought of him big, hard and erect. I passionately kissed him back and slipped a hand down to grab at the crotch of his jeans.
He groaned as I grabbed his cock through his pant. I felt him swell and twitch under the pressure of my hand. He reached up to cup one of my breasts through my blouse as he moved his hips rhythmically, in time with the movement of my hand on him.
I took my hand from off of his jeans and pushed his trench coat off onto the kitchen floor. His expression serious, he started to unbutton his shirt as I reached for his belt, looking up into his eyes as he gritted his teeth, face filled with unbound passion.
I had undone his jeans before he had got halfway down the buttons on his shirt, his muscled, masculine chest inches from my face.
I quickly pulled his jeans down to his thighs and grabbed his cock again through his thin boxer shorts. I massaged him gently, and he paused from unbuttoning, eyes half closed as he held his head back with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck…” He groaned.
His shirt dropped to the floor, joining his jacket and jeans, which he’d stepped out of. I looked down his muscled chest and abs, my gaze resting on his bulge showing through his underwear.
Wonder how big it is… hopefully I can handle it. Only one way to find out…
I slipped his boxer shorts down slowly, eyes on his cock as it left the confines of the underwear. It stood proud and erect, brushing against my stomach as I leaned down. I guessed it was roughly seven inches long, not too big and definitely not too small.
I looked up into his eyes as he stood there, naked in front of me. His hand guided mine back to his cock, and I began to jerk him off harder. He groaned again, clawing at my blouse hungrily with animalistic desire in his eyes.
“This isn’t fair...” he said in a deep, soft voice. “Time you took something off, Eden.” He began fumbling at my blouse, large fingers struggling with the small buttons. I helped him with them and before long my blouse was on the floor with the rest of his clothes.
I leaned forward, accentuating the cleavage of my breasts between the tight, push up bra I was wearing.
“Oh, I guess you mean you want me to take more off…?” I said, teasing. I could still feel his hard cock brushing against me as I leaned into him.
I slipped my skirt down and stood there before him in my sexy lingerie. His eyes were on me, and I felt a tight knot of pleasure in my stomach as his gaze roved my body.
“Let’s go upstairs. Then you can take these off, too.” I walked from the kitchen, and he followed me as I went up the stairs. I felt his hand grab my butt through my panties.
“Like what you see?” I said as I turned toward him at the foot of my bed.
He nodded, taking a step forward.
“Yeah. I wanna see what’s underneath them more, though.”
I obliged, unfastening my bra and letting it drop from my shoulders. He stepped even closer, grabbing my breasts with his hands, massaging them gently. He leaned down to kiss me while he played with my breasts. He pushed me back onto the bed so I was sitting down, and I groaned as he kneeled down to grab my panties with both hands.
He looked into my eyes as he drew them down my thighs slowly, teasing. I felt myself swelling, wet and horny already. He pulled them off completely and threw them over a shoulder.
His eyes still on mine, he opened my legs by my thighs. Then his gaze went down past my breasts, all the way to my naked pussy. I could see his eyes widen with pleasure at the sight, and I longed for him to touch me. I felt my face flush.
His gripped my legs under my knees, pushing them up and spreading them open further. Then he leaned forward and kissed my lips, then my neck. He kissed his way down my breasts and stomach, and then my inner thigh.
I gasped as he kissed my pussy, gently. Then his tongue began to caress me, and I felt a rush of pleasure run up from my pussy, up my stomach and into my spine.
“Oh, Jack. Yes…” I said softly. I put my hand on his head, pushing him into me.
He gently kissed and sucked at me, his hands firm on my thighs. I hadn’t known pleasure like this in a long time. In fact, I’ve never felt pleasure as real as this. I moaned softly as his tongue caressed me. I was incredibly turned on, wetness soaking the cover of the bed beneath my ass.
I looked at him as he raised his handsome face above my stomach to look at me. He stood, and I could see his rock-hard cock standing erect.
Guess he enjoyed that almost as much as me…
Then, suddenly, he stooped down to pick something up from the floor at his feet. I looked down at his hands as he stood back up.
Handcuffs.
I gasped with mock surprise, still lying supine and submissive on the bed.
“What are those for, officer?” I raised an eyebrow as he stepped onto the bed, lifting me to the headboard with strong hands and arms.
“You said you were worried you’ve been naughty. Well, you have.” His knees were either side of my chest, his ass on my stomach. He lifted my hands further behind my head and handcuffed me gently to the headboard. I frowned at him playfully, wriggling my body under his.
“Guess you’ll have to teach me a lesson then,” I said firmly.
He moved himself off of me and lifted me by the thighs again, angling my hips up towards his as he scooted towards me. His cock was inches from my pussy as he looked down at me, face contorted with passion.
He held my thigh with one hand, and his cock with another as he edged forward and began to tease me with his solid erection. I moaned with pleasure at the feeling.
He began to push himself into me slowly, and I felt a strong urge to pull him closer, to drive his cock deep inside me. But with my hands cuffed behind me, the frustration made me want it even more.
“Fuck me Jack. Please...” I moaned. He pushed himself into me, getting deeper with each push.
He looked up at my eyes, mouth open in pleasure. His gaze went back to my pussy. It was so wet and I was so turned on that he slipped into me with ease.
“Oh. That’s it.” I said gently, and he pushed himself fully into me, pushing my thighs open with strong hands, spreading my pussy as I took all of him in.
The pleasure was intense, and I gasped as he thrust into me gently. My hands cuffed to the bedpost made it almost unbearable. I longed for him to fuck me hard and fast, forgetting about self-control, until he reached a climax. I didn’t care about anything else. I wanted to make him happy, and I was certainly enjoying myself in the process.
His hands were under my knees in a firm, strong grip as he lifted them up, positioning my hips to a perfect angle as he guided his cock in and out of me with strong thrusts.
I gasped with every thrust, moaning his name. One of his hands grabbed at my breasts, which were standing pert, nipples solid. I moaned at the sensation from his hard squeezing, along with the waves of pleasure spreading around my body from my pussy.
It felt so good, I didn’t know if I could take it.
“Ah shit, Eden,” He said through gritted teeth, “you’re so hot. Oh, fuck.” He was frowning while leaning forward to unlock the handcuffs. His big, hard cock pushed into me deeper than before as he did so. I bit his muscled chest, which was inches from my face.
I was grateful of the freedom, and sat forward to put my hands on his ass, guiding him in and out of me with increasing speed. He thrust into me, and I bit his chest again as his pace increased, strong muscles supporting him as he fucked me.
His face was contorted with pleasure, and I kissed his lips hungrily. His tongue entered my mouth, passionately caressing mine.
Pleasure almost turned to pain, it was so intense. I pushed him into me as hard as I could, feeling him fill me up.
I screamed as an explosion of pleasure hit me, and my stomach clenched rhythmically with the waves of climax as they tightened my body.
Jack’s eyes were on mine as he watched me orgasm, still fucking me hard.
“Wow, Eden.” He said gently, leaning down to kiss my neck.
“Your turn.” I said, face still twisted with pleasure as I frowned up at him.
He fucked me harder and faster, grunting with uncontrolled pleasure.
“Come for me, Jack. I want you to come.” I said, looking into his eyes as his cock pulsated within me.
He half shouted as he twitched jerkily. I felt him come, and my pussy clenched about his hard cock as it convulsed inside me. I moaned in pleasure, smiling at him as he came, thrusting hard, steady and deep into me.
“Wow, fuck. That’s it, Jack.” I said, whispering as his thrusts slowed.
His arms were trembling, barely able to keep his big muscled frame off of me. He kissed me deeply.
Passion and pleasure began to fade. But I felt another feeling rise to take its place as we kissed.
Could it be? Could I be falling for him already?
I didn’t think it was unlikely. He was hot, handsome, clever.
And he’s got a nice cock, too. Wow.
I kissed him back, hoping he had felt the same connection between us, too. I rested a dainty hand on his chest, enjoying the kiss, and the feeling of him still inside me as we both panted heavily.