Katie

“Yes,” I reply through clenched teeth, a hot, uncontrollable shiver passing through my limbs, making them tighten around Jack. “I . . . It doesn’t want to be alone, though.”

Christ’s sake. He actually has me referring to my vagina as an it. I don’t care, though. I don’t have the available worry space to loan out. All I want is Jack between my legs, filling me, moving. Just like back on the subway, I’m lost to the sparkly, echo chamber known as lust and Jack is the one who locked me in here. He’s done what I thought was the unthinkable, getting me to a point beyond self-consciousness or thoughts of consequences. I’m lost to Jack’s magic.

His mouth on my breasts has turned my panties sopping wet, but I shamelessly arch my back and beg in a shaking voice for more. More of the addictive sucking. Lusty eyes glitter up at me as he dives in, capturing my nipple between his lips, worrying it, pulling on the bud with a harsh groan, his forehead wrinkling. “Feels so good.” I grip the sides of his face, holding him to my chest as my hips buck wildly. I’m mindless and hot and aching and exploding with need. Jack challenged me to a game and now, knowing he was serious about it, I wiggle right and left, trying to slide the head of his erection under the seam of my underwear. All I succeed in doing is rubbing my clit against his impossibly thick flesh and making myself throb all the harder. “B-but impossible. It’s . . . I can’t.”

“Try again.” His voice is a croak against my nipple, sending a rippling vibration through my core. I look down at him through hazy vision and catch the devilish wink he sends me. “If you need to cheat and use your hands, I won’t tell anyone.”

He levers up and catches my mouth in time to stifle my laugh. I really should slag him over using the ploy to get my hands on him, but I feel only appreciation. When we walked into the room, my nerves were hopping all over my skin and now I’m right here. Every ounce of my concentration centered on Jack and the insane way he makes me feel. My lips curve against his as I reach down and circle my hand around the base of his erection, holding tight. Stroking up to the tip and back down to the bottom.

“Fuck. Holy shit,” he hisses, his words running together. “Really loving those callouses about now, Snaps. Feels like you’re giving me a little teeth. God, don’t stop.”

Callouses. Who knew? Amazed that the simplest of touches can turn this experienced man into a shuddering mass of bunched muscles, I ease my grip up and down again. And again and again. Until Jack is pumping his hips into my grip, rasping my name between curse words. But he goes completely still when I tuck the head of his arousal into the wet swath of silk between my thighs, slipping him through my wetness, awe and need storming in my middle. “Did I win the game?”

I’m glad he recognizes my voice, because I don’t. “Yes. You win all the games. Forever.” Sweat starts to form on his upper lip, veins straining in his arms and neck. “Come on, Katie. Don’t be afraid to rub me on that clit. She and I work very well together, remember?” A memory of Jack’s head between my legs, his shoulders pressing my thighs apart, shimmers in my mind. The breath in my lungs run scarce, but I manage to slide his flesh closer to where it’s needed. “Yeah, you remember,” he says hoarsely, nipping at my mouth. “Remind her how much I love her.”

His hips give an encouraging nudge, then he’s there. I am, too. Rubbing that smooth part of him over a place only Jack and I have touched. In a matter of seconds, there’s a tightening in the dead center of my body. Like a spinning ball of feathers, tickling my bloodstream and nerve endings, making them clamour and race. “Jack . . . Jack, I’m going to . . .”

“No.” His hips edge back, taking his erection out of my greedy fist. But I only have half a breath to experience disappointment, before Jack shoots forwards and my back lands on the mattress, sending a thrill racing down my spine. He looms above me in the near darkness, looking like a thirsty man who suspects I’m the final source of water. “All that’s left is your panties, honey. But I want them off. And I want them off right fucking now. That work for you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, twining my fingers in the ends of my hair. “Yes, Jack. To everything, okay?”

His eyes flare, warm fingers dipping and curling into the waistband of my underwear, wrenching them down my legs. Throwing them aside. I’m naked. I’m totally naked with Jack Garrett and I’m thrilled about it.

“Everything, huh?” He falls forwards onto his elbows, sucking a red mark onto the inside of my right thigh. Following suit with the left as his hands slowly scoop beneath my bottom, holding it at the ready. He’s such an overwhelming sexual being in that moment, I feel a flutter of apprehension. Until what he says next. “Does everything include holding you all night? Kissing you back to sleep if you have a nightmare?”

An invisible hand slides between my ribcage and tweaks everything beneath. “Yes.”

Jack finishes leaving the marks and focuses on my center, humming deep in his throat as he gives my flesh a long, deliberate lick. The pillows are kicked off the bed by his anxious feet as he surges closer, pressing his mouth as close as it can get. It’s everything I can do not to scream as his tongue finds my clit, circling, circling until I begin to go mad. A fresh storm is building just south of my belly button and Jack is conducting it, whipping it into a frenzy. My thighs are draped over his wide shoulders, but I have no idea which one of us put them there.

“Oh God. Stay.” I trap a scream behind my teeth. “Don’t stop doing that.”

“Easy, honey. We’ll get there.”

His tongue leaves me, though, and I lose myself completely, locking my heels and trying to keep his mouth in that perfect place where I need it. Need it so bad. When Jack lays a kiss on my stomach and whispers my name, I loosen my muscles. Just in time for him to ease a finger into my dampness. Pumping it. And again, the storm whips. I’m looking up at the ceiling, but I don’t see it. His knuckle twists on top of my clit, his finger jiggling inside me. My pleasure is blinding me. I’m shaking. There are tears or sweat or both sliding down my temples and I don’t care. My body has a mind of its own, arching and clenching, my voice begging.

When he adds a second finger and flickers his tongue against my clit, I scream. Loud. I actually scream his name. I want him to fix the bone-shattering ache inside me and he finally seems inclined to do that. Although when he prowls up my body, the idea that he might have been reluctant to ease my pain becomes ridiculous.

If possible, Jack is needier than me. His eyes are so dripping with lust, he almost appears haunted with it. Even in the darkness, I can see his pupils block out every bit of green. His erection is parallel to his hard stomach, skimming up my curves as he crawls up and devours my mouth. Falls on it like I’m going to keep him alive. We kiss like the sky is collapsing, a roar beginning in my ears, but through the white sound, I hear him opening a condom wrapper and the sound of latex unrolling.

“Katie, I’m fucking dying,” he grates against my mouth. “Open your legs for me.”

They’re already open, but I don’t bother telling him. I’m too rolled up in his hunger, becoming a servant to it. I nod, running my thumbs over his cheekbones, lips, chin, and I hike my knees up, letting Jack feel them at his hips. Our breath races out of our mouths like two overheating engines as Jack reaches down and guides himself to my entrance, pushing in deep and collapsing on top of me, grinding a vile curse into my ear.

“Goddammit. Katie, Katie, Katie. You’re so motherfucking tight.”

There’s a slice of pain, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure of being filled. The pleasure of knowing the secrets of my body are enough to make Jack vibrate like a tuning fork. I’m pinned, like a sacrifice, to the bed . . . and I love it. It’s as though I’ve drunk a potion that sensitizes my skin, makes every inch of me feel sexy, and I throw my head back and drink in the miracle, even as the urgency builds and builds in my loins.

Jack’s lips drag across my collarbone, up my neck, over my cheek to finally settle against my mouth. His eyes burn into mine and an answering bell rings inside me. “Feel this?” He slides his inches out of me and punches back in with a growl. “It’s yours for as long as you want it. You’ve got it locked down. The only reason I’ll take it out is to piss a circle around you.” His head dips, those sensual lips closing around my swollen right nipple and suckling, his cheeks hollowing until he sets my breast free of his torture. “Understand me, Katie?”

Satisfaction expands inside my chest. “I understand you, Jack.”

His mouth is on mine again before I finish chattering the words, his tongue invading to set off a new, stronger detonation in my belly. “You hurting?” he asks between long, filthy, searching kisses. “Ah, honey. Tell me you’re not hurting.”

“I am.”

“No. No.”

A hot, rough melding of mouths. “I am because you’re . . . pushing against all these places and making me crazy. I need you to move against them. Me. Please.”

Apart from those two initial thrusts, he’s been a hard, pulsing presence inside me. It was more of a shock in the beginning, but I must have gotten used to his size, because this time when he drives deep, I almost come off the bed, carried by a sizzling bolt of pleasure.

“Jack. Don’t stop.” I release a sound halfway between a gasp and a sob. “You feel amazing. Please, please.”

His head falls into the crook of my neck, a guttural moan pelting my skin. “Jesus Christ. This is it, right? You’re okay now?” His hands find my bent legs and push them wide, his own knees bracing, readying on the bed. “You feel too tight for a rough fuck, Katie, but I don’t know if I can stop myself.” He tightens his ass and grinds into me, circling, circling. “Fuck me. You’ve got such a hot little cunt.”

“It’s yours,” I whimper without hesitating. The way he’s speaking to me should be offensive. Or something. Too bad I adore it and want more. Want him to give me his worst, filthiest speech so long as he keeps looking at me as though I’m a prize he’s won against all odds. So long as he keeps pumping that thick part of himself down deep inside me. And ahhh . . . he does. Telling Jack “it’s yours” sets off something inside him. He goes still a moment, his eyes boring into mine. That’s when he’s fully set loose, driving into me with such wildness, my bones jolt, my back teeth clacking together.

“Going to make you come, honey. Don’t worry. Just . . .” His voice cracks on a moan, his incredible body moving like a raging ocean. “Shit, I’ve just never felt anything like you. Not just between my legs, Katie. I feel you fucking everywhere, you know?”

My heart tugs in answer. “Yes.”

“Keep looking at me. You’re keeping me here.”

In my head, his words make no sense, but my heart speaks his language. “I’ve got you.”

Jack’s warm breath coasts across my face, harsh, fast. “I’ve got you, too. I’ve always got you.”

Strong fingers glide down my stomach, finding my sensitive clit and rubbing vigorously. Head to toe, my body quickens, like Jack has my reactions on a string. He swallows my whimper with his mouth, kissing me with increasing passion as the slap of his hips, the movements of his fingers pick up the pace. My body doesn’t know where to focus. Jack’s mouth, his fingers, his thick, slippery flesh that rifles in and out of that previously untouched part of me. Jack himself, who watches me under hooded eyelids, emotion brimming from every pore of his gorgeous face.

“My Katie.” His voice is uneven. “Don’t want anyone else to have you. Wish no one else had ever had me, dammit. Wish, I wish . . .”

I pull him down on top of me, just as my body wins the battle, reeling in the orgasm that ironically, sends me out to sea. A current carries me, rippling over and through my body, my eyes full of nothing but exhilarating blue. Above me, Jack grits out my name and joins me, bringing the violence of the water, his muscles jerking, his throat gasping for oxygen. My arms and legs wrap around him tight, forcing him to share his spasms with me, forcing him to accept mine. Afterwards, we lay there, too spent to move for what feels like hours.

Finally, Jack lifts his head to study me, brows drawn. There’s an air of expectation about him, as if he’s waiting for something. What? The uncertainty makes me nervous. So nervous. But only for a fraction of a second, because whatever he’s waiting for seems to arrive. Or doesn’t? And his answering smile is heart-stopping, shining all over my face like the sun.

His laugh comes out in a long gust. “Holy shit.”

“You read my mind.”

Jack stands, but keeps returning to the bed to plant kisses on my cheeks and forehead, so clearly reluctant to leave me for even a second that I grin like a loser. Eventually he takes care of the latex still attached to his body, the muted city lights hugging his flexing backside as he walks to the bathroom. When he returns, he pulls back the covers, lifting me into the coziness of the warm, fluffy interior. Looking stunned to find himself in a position to be in bed with a girl—with the intention of sleeping—his jaw is nonetheless set with purpose. His eyes dance with . . . awe? Yes, I think so.

And that awe, staring down at me, tinged with bafflement, is the last thing I see before drifting off in the safety of Jack Garrett’s arms.