by Maggie Cole
“But you wanted to be?”
I nodded.
“You trust me?”
“Yes,” I didn’t hesitate.
“Good.” I felt his fingers grab my wetness.
I gasped from surprise.
“You’re so wet,” he praised, as he swirled his fingers around me.
“Ah…”
“Good girl.” He stuck his fingers in my mouth and told me to suck.
Jack always talked dirty, something I hadn't experienced before, and I loved that about him. He brought a part of me out that I didn’t know existed…and I liked her.
I could tell we were almost face to face, as I stood on the bench. I felt his lips on my neck, and it made my nipples stand even straighter. Electric waves ran through my body as he fluttered around my collarbone.
I moaned.
“That’s it, baby. Your sounds turn me on so much.” He rubbed his dick on my thigh.
My breathing labored as he teased my breasts—one by one, nipple by nipple. He rolled them with his tongue and sucked gently, then hard and gently again. I gasped and moaned in delight.
“I can’t figure out what part of your body I love the most, Maddie,” Jack mumbled; his hands cupped my ass; his teeth lightly grazed my tits. “Your left breast is more sensitive, isn’t it?”
I never thought about it before, but he was right. How was it this man I had known in such a short time seemed to know my body better than I did? “Yes, Jack.”
His mouth moved to my ear, and I felt his finger around my anus. “Is anything off limits?”
I inhaled sharply. I hadn’t ever done anything anal before, but Jack’s finger felt good, and I trusted him. “You can have me however you want,” I breathlessly told him, feeling my cheeks flush.
“Have you done anything anal before?” Jack whispered in my ear.
I shook my head and bit my lip.
“But you’re okay...if I want to play there? You trust me?” Jack nibbled on my collarbone some more.
“Yes, I trust you.”
“Tell me to stop if you don’t like anything, okay, Maddie?”
“Okay.”
Jack moved closer, I could feel his erection against my sex. I moved my hips to grind my clit into it and moaned out in the process.
“You like my dick?”
“I love your dick.”
I heard him chuckle a bit. His body moved against mine, and he moved his cock against my nub again. Little ripples of pleasure rolled throughout my body.
I felt his breath on my ear. “I only want you to feel good, Maddie.”
“You only feel good to me, Jack,” I breathed.
Not able to move, spread out, he wrapped his arms around me, pressing his warm, hard body against mine, destroying any chance I would ever again enjoy kissing any other man, as he urgently claimed my mouth as his own while leaving me breathless.
Stepping back, he trailed his fingers slowly from my hands down my arms to the sides of my chest, then through my stomach and all the way to the outside of my ankles. Swiftly, he moved his fingers inside my legs and made his way back up while he nibbled on my stomach.
“You’re so wet, I can smell your sweet sex,” he whispered in my ear. “Does anyone else make you this wet?”
I shook my head.
“Tell me.”
“Only you, Jack.”
Jack moved his lips to my inner thighs, “No one is as delicious as you are.”
My breath intensified as his mouth explored my body, drifting lower, creating desperation I never knew existed before him. “Jack,” I begged.
He nibbled on my mound, as heat shot through my body, and I arched my back to push closer to his mouth.
A soft laugh echoed the room before his tongue started flickering through my slit, jolting my senses.
“Jack!”
Jack grabbed my ass cheeks with his warm hands and gave me a tiny suck, as I cried out again and bucked my womanhood into him.
“You want me to lick you,” Jack licked me once more, “or suck you?” He sucked me a little harder.
I didn’t know how to answer that. Did he expect me to? I couldn’t see anything. He had me tied up and spread out. My body was at his mercy. Any touch he gave me electrified me. My lip quivered, and he gave me another swipe of his tongue and suck of his lip.
“Oh…”
Jacks lips were suddenly on mine. The taste of my sex filled his tongue, and his strong, warm arms were around my back. He caressed my spine with his fingers, and my body hummed against his touch.
His hard dick slowly grinded against my clit, and I groaned. My nerves stood on edge. I was a bomb, and I wanted to explode.
“Maybe, you want both?” Jack whispered in my ear once more.
“Yes! Please, Jack,” I begged. I wanted it all, and I knew all I needed to do was ask, and he’d give it to me.
Jack’s finger twisted inside me. He pulled it out and quickly wrapped his hand around my backside, then started swiping it gently around my anus.
I moaned—a new sensation running through my body.
“You like that?” Jack pushed his finger in a bit and then out, gradually pushing more of his finger in me.
“Y—Yes.”
“Maybe, you want it all, Maddie?”
I didn’t know what he meant. My mind was a hazy fog, and I couldn’t comprehend. I didn’t answer, I was too busy moaning.
“Tell me you want it all,” Jack commanded.
“Jack, I—all.”
As soon as the words came out, Jack’s tongue licked my pussy, and his finger drove deeper into my ass. His lips started sucking my clit between flicks, and his other finger swiped my sweet spot inside.
Oh, my fucking, God. “J—Jack,” I cried out.
The pressure between my vagina and anus was a new welcome feeling and the sensations I felt quickly turned my legs to jello. My back arched, and words I couldn’t comprehend flew out of my mouth. I screamed Jack’s name, begged him not to stop, whimpered, moaned, and I don’t know what else.
I came harder than I ever had before. My body was full of Jack’s hands. My senses screamed with ecstasy, and my exhausted body shook like an earthquake against Jack’s mouth as he continued to eat me out during my tremor.
When I calmed, my legs were shaky. Jack quickly untied them and put them around his body and entered me, in one swift thrust, before he untied my arms. I held onto him, still blindfolded, as I felt him step over the bench before I felt cold glass against my back.
I was tired, exhausted from my high, but like an addict, I clung to him and wanted another hit. As his manhood filled me up, I nibbled on his neck, sucked him hard, and worked my way from his collarbone to his ear.
“Fuck, Maddie.”
He would have marks. I didn’t care. My nails scratched at his back. My mouth pressed harder against him. I was a caged animal freed, and he was my prey.
The cool of the glass felt good against our hot, sweaty bodies, and I could hear my body squeak against the glass as Jack pushed me up against it, over and over.
“Faster,” I called out, wild with lust, close to my peak, ready to feel the rush again.
Jack moved faster, and I could feel his dick get harder.
I still couldn’t see, only feel the intensity of the cold, the warmth, the hardness of Jack’s body against mine. I managed to find his lips, kissed him sloppily, desperate for his tongue, and sucked on it a bit when I found it.
Jack pulled back, dove into my neck, and hit the spot he seemed to find so easily that always gave me a new rush of adrenaline.
“So good,” escaped my lips.
“Tell me before you cum,” Jack commanded.
I didn’t say anything.
“Maddie, you understand?” Once again, he was in charge. I mumbled a yes, dug my claws further into his back, and knew that he would have scratch marks, but I couldn’t control myself.
“Fucking love your body,” Jack muttered into my collarbone and ch
anged up his motion a bit with his hips, as he circled into my body.
“Oh...” I grabbed his ass to push my pussy down on him further.
“You like that, baby?”
I whimpered out, “Yes,'' and then, “Quicker, Jack.”
Jack was in full power, and he knew it. “Why do you want it quicker?” he whispered in my ear.
My labored breath was picking up speed, “I...need...it.”
“Tell me before you cum,” he reminded me.
I nodded. Anything to make him move quicker and take me to my heavenly space.
“Fuck me harder, Jack.”
Jack sped up. His hips danced into my body, his manhood flooded my womanhood, as his tip hit my sweet spot.
And I hit the edge of my ecstasy. “I’m...going...to...cum.” I barely got it out.
Jack quickly removed my blindfold and put his forehead up to mine and let himself release in me—his dick pumped hard—as I released all over him and ejaculated my juices everywhere. We were both drenched in my liquids. My wild craze-filled eyes rolled, my back tried to arch, but pressed against the glass. I knew Jack got off more, as he watched my face contort with pleasure only he had ever given me.
We finally slowed from our high. Jack stepped back. My body still clung to his, as he sat on the bench. He grabbed my face and kissed me as though he couldn’t get enough of me.
“So delicious,” he mumbled between kisses.
This is how a man should make you feel.
When we pulled back, our foreheads butted up against each other—our eyes locked, our breath slowed. I smiled at Jack; he smiled at me. “That was...” I trailed off. “Amazing doesn’t seem to be a good enough word.”
Jack laughed. “Fucking incredible, Ms. Burns,” and gave me another peck. "Let me get this condom off.”
He carefully pulled me off him and sat me next to him. The window was all fogged up, smeared by my body, and through it, I could see the sun was about to rise. Brilliant pinks and oranges glowed from the sky.
“Sorry.”
His head jerked toward me. “About what?”
“You’re neck and back have some sex scars.” I traced my fingers over the tracks on his back.
Jack laughed. “You don’t ever have to be sorry about that.”
“Yeah? What about that hickey you have on your neck?” I reached up and touched the purple mark that was starting to get darker.
He winced a bit when I touched it. “Don’t worry about it.” He kissed the top of my head and picked me up in his arms. “You go get some sleep, I’m going to get my workout in.”
I laughed. “I guess some things never change. Jack Stevens, endless energy.”
“Something like that.” He winked, carried me to the bedroom, tucked me in, and went for his morning swim.
9
Jack
I didn’t waste any time with the movers. “Todd, send a truck with our guys. Then I want you to send over a passenger van with eight additional guys.”
“Big job, boss? Lots of packing?”
“No. It needs to be done quickly. I want you guys in and out of there, understand?”
“Sure, no problem, boss.”
Every moment I spent with Maddie convinced me more and more that her ex was the biggest asshole on the planet. Anyone who would mistreat her, and then threaten her, was on my dickhead list.
I needed to get her out of there. There was no way I wanted her to have any second thoughts about their breakup. Yes, I wanted her to be with me, but it was blatantly apparent that she was not treated right by him and I didn’t want her going back to him.
She stayed for six years, and that concerned me. No doubt he was emotionally and verbally abusive. I wondered if it also included physical or sexual. I asked her, but she insisted he never laid a hand on her.
Maddie had no idea how smart or beautiful she was. I was going to make it my mission to change that.
She questioned whether I wanted her to be a vacation fling. I wanted nothing of the sort. I was beyond relieved she didn’t want it to be that either.
I rearranged my schedule so all my meetings were in the morning, and I was back at the hotel early afternoons. I would normally surprise her at the pool. She would be talking to someone new, a smile on her face, and I could always find her from her laugh, which could be heard from hundreds of feet away.
A huge smile would form on her face when I surprised her. Happiness surged through me every time I saw it.
Every day, we lounged at the pool. One night, we dressed up and went out to dinner. The other nights, we ordered room service to snack on between our sex sessions.
The morning after St. Pete, she started packing her suitcase. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at her. “Maddie, what are you doing?”
Her eyes were wide and innocent. “I thought I would put my stuff back in my room.”
“Why?”
“I thought I’d get out of your hair for a little bit.”
“You could never be in my hair. Do you feel I’m in your hair?”
“Not at all.” She didn’t hesitate.
I walked over and grabbed her hands. “Stay.”
“Jack, I can come back. I don’t expect you to take care of me all week.” She bounced back and forth on her heels.
There was nothing I wanted more than to take care of her. I knew she still had some reservations about getting into a relationship too fast. She hadn’t admitted it, but I knew it.
And maybe I was going fast, but I didn’t care about what would be considered normal behavior. I knew I loved having her around, and I didn’t want that to change.
“I know that.” I pointed around the room. “I have all these amenities, no point wasting them. Stay. Come and go as you please.”
She hesitated.
“What is it?”
“I don’t want to be a burden to you, Jack. I really like you. You’re already doing so much for me.”
I pressed my forehead to hers. “You don’t seem to understand that I want you here. I choose to have you here. It makes me happy you’re here.”
She still looked at me like she didn’t know what to do.
“Be honest with me, Maddie. Are you leaving because you think you are bothering me or because you need space?”
“I don’t feel like I need space, but I don’t want to be a strain on you.”
I started taking stuff out of her bag and putting it in drawers.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s settled then. If you told me you needed space or wanted to be away from me, then I would tell you to go. But you’re only going because you think that is what I want. It’s the furthest thing from the truth.” I continued to put her stuff away.
She walked over to me, and put her hand on my arm. “Jack.”
I turned to her, and my mouth went dry. I was afraid of what she would say.
“I don’t want to be away from you either.” She pulled me into her, kissed me, caressed me, and made me feel like the most wanted man on earth.
Relief washed over me, “Good. It’s settled. I’m putting your suitcase away, and I don’t want to see it again until it’s time to go back to New York.”
"All right, you have a deal. But if you get sick of me...”
I picked her up and put her on the bed and tickled her.
“Jack, stop!” She squealed with laughter.
I kissed her one last time, "I have to get to my meeting. I’ll see you tonight.” I slapped her ass playfully.
She gave me a little salute. “Yes, sir.”
* * *
Maddie
The rest of the week flew by fast. I don’t know if Jack rescheduled his meetings, but he was out the door early and back by early afternoon everyday. He would join me at the pool, engage in happy hour and take me out to dinner. I never made it back to my room. Jack’s penthouse suite became ours, and we had sex in it wherever and whenever we could.
Thursday came fast. It was 5
a.m., and Jack dropped me off at the airport and insisted he walk me in. “You sure I can’t convince you to stay till tomorrow? I really don’t want you to deal with that asshole on your own.” He tried once again to get me to stay.
“Sorry, but I need to go. I have movers coming, remember?”
“I own the company and can rearrange it, remember?”
I laughed, reached up, and put my arms around him to pull him down to me. “I’ll see you in New York.”
He nodded, slightly defeated, and kissed me passionately. He slapped my ass and sent me off on my way.
God, I love it when he slaps my ass.
At the security gate that led to the terminal, I turned around and blew him a kiss. Jack smiled. I turned back and walked through.
A part of me was sad, and a part of me was flying high. I had the best vacation ever, met the hottest, sweetest man ever, and didn't want to go face what I was sure would be a crappy experience. I hoped that Mike was traveling and wouldn't be home, but I didn't know, and I was afraid if I informed him about the movers, he might do something crazy.
Around 6:30, I sat in the terminal and decided Liv would be up, so I called her.
"Hey, Maddie," Liv answered. "Everything all right?"
I smiled. It was good to hear a friend's voice. I wanted to gush about my time with Jack, but knew now wasn't the time. "Everything is fine, Liv. I want to tell you something and hoped I could ask a favor?"
"Sure! What's up?"
I cut right to it. "I broke up with Mike last week."
“Maddie, I’m so sorry—”
“Liv, it’s been over for a long time. I shouldn’t have stayed with him this long. Anyway, I have movers coming at 2 p.m. today and Mike was threatening to do some crazy stuff the last time I spoke with him. I don’t want to put you in a bad situation, but do you think you could go with me? I’m not sure what I’m going to be walking into...”
“Done. Whatever you need. We can have Gary come, too. I would bring Tom, but he’s flying to Georgia then Tampa tomorrow.”
I pretended to not know anything about that. “Thanks.”
“Maddie, where are you moving to?”
I cleared my throat. “Liv, can we meet for coffee before and talk? I have some things I want to catch you up on.”