I squeezed him inside me, clamping down tight as I jerked my hips forward during his long thrust in, and he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed. “You’re in, Jack,” I muttered. “You win; you don’t have to go on like that.”
He looked down at me. “I’ll tell you you’re beautiful, and perfect, every day from now on if I want to, lady.” He slammed into me to drive the point home. “And you’ll fuckin’ take it.” He pulled out, slammed back in.
“Jack!” I howled as he pulled out, and thrust in again, harder. Sparks set off wildfires throughout my body, and his hand on my wrist was gentle but firm as his lips smashed against mine and he started to speed up, bucking against me at a rising pace.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he growled. “Fuck… fuck…”
I fought him for it. Every time he plunged into me I gritted my teeth and hammered my hips up, tense and tight. The heat in his eyes focused, and he snarled as he kissed me harder, until we were growling at one another like animals, each trying to devour the other, to win the bout. His body trembled on top of mine as he struggled to control himself, and I was bound and determined to make him come for me before I did.
He let my wrist go to brace himself on both arms. My legs locked around his waist, I dug my fingers into his shoulders and pulled so that we rocked together violently. The couch shook under us.
Something cracked. The arm of the couch. Cheap piece of shit. We didn’t stop. It groaned behind me each time Jack and I slammed against one another, until finally it cracked entirely. It happened so suddenly, and Jack had pounded into me so hard that our momentum carried us into a precarious slide.
I yelped, and cringed. Jack fell on top of me, his arms tightening around my shoulders, and we were rolling, and then falling, and there was a crash outside my tightly closed eyes, and shattering glass as Jack’s back hit my cheap Ikea coffee table, which shattered and spilled a second-hand pottery barn dish onto the floor.
The breath left him in a huff when I landed on him, and he groaned sharply from the pain that probably thundered through his ribs. My heart was pounding, and I panicked that he’d shattered one of his fractured ribs.
But when I started to scramble off him his hands gripped my hips, and he thrust up into me, roaring through whatever pain the fall had caused.
Unbelieving, my body responded on its own. I dropped my knees, clawed at his chest while I pushed myself up, and Jack picked his pace back up like nothing had happened. He lifted my hips each time he pulled out, his hands slipping off of my hips and down around my ass.
I slid my hands down his abs, and braced myself on them as I rode him, awash with lust that the fall had only stoked higher. This was a man with a mission; nothing would get in the way, and it drove me wild to see him power through it like the only thing that mattered, the only thing he cared about, was this. Us. Now.
He swelled inside me. His neck craned forward, and he rumbled something I didn’t hear the first time.
“Jesus… fuck, Naomi… ride it… shit…” he was muttering through clenched teeth, and I felt him get iron hard and unbending inside me, stretching me just that little bit more and I knew that I was going to win.
I smiled down at him, wicked and spiteful after his little trick before, and settled onto him, squeezing tight, and refusing to move.
Jack’s neck muscles strained to cords. He breathed out harshly, and every muscle from his chest to his stomach tightened and bulged.
He reached down between my legs where we were locked together and pinched my clit once before he started massaging it between his fingers and thrusting to get what little movement he could.
I grabbed at his wrist, tried to stop him, but when it became apparent that I wasn’t strong enough I instead started riding him again with a vengeance, my pussy clenching on its own from the work of his fingers over my clit until a flush of heat spread through me and arched my back, clawing its way up into my brain where another explosion of shattering pleasure broke through me.
Under me, Jack cussed, bucked one last time, and then roared my name as he came with me, his cock pulsing against the locked walls of my tunnel.
I fell forward, spent, exhausted, still on fire; little electric tremors continued to fire off through my limbs and spine, aftershocks of a bodyquake that wasn’t through with me yet. Jack stayed inside me, stayed hard, and occasionally pushed his hips up slowly to fuck me languidly in our mutual afterglow.
“Go away with me,” He said quietly against my ear.
“Where?” I wondered.
“Anywhere,” Jack murmured. “Don’t care. Middle America, how’s that sound?”
“Like we’d both lose our minds,” I said, lazy and satisfied, the words almost slurring.
“Not a corn field then,” he chuckled. “But somewhere. Somewhere far away from this rotten city.”
“You think you could do it?” I asked.
“Could you?”
I wondered about it. Starting over… it sounded good. I’d grown up here, and it had made me hard, cynical. And that was good, but not when it was all of me. I wanted to be soft again, at least some part of me, easy and yielding. I wanted to be happy, and free to feel happy on my own terms. And, I wanted to be happy with Jack.
“Yeah,” I said. “I could. I’d miss Nic. And, maybe even Jason in a way, now that he’s finally seeing Nic clearly for the first time.”
“They’d survive,” Jack said. “Maybe even get out of this city themselves.”
“Nah,” I said. “Nic and Jas… they belong here. They could visit. Short visits.” I smiled, and lifted myself up enough to kiss Jack softly on the lips.
“Okay,” he said. “Let’s do it. See where it takes us. All I got is you, baby; and that’s all I need.”
I smiled. “I guess I win, then. Naomi one, Jack zero.”
Jack laughed, and squeezed me, and kissed me again. “I never lose, baby. We’ll call it a tie.”
I was okay with that. This time.
THE END
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