When his mouth finally closed over her nipple, she let out a little keening sigh. The sensation of him was just too good, the flare his mouth sent through her body too much to keep silent over. Jack’s tongue scraped over her nipple, teasing the sensitive underside and toying with it until she was aching. The tips of her breasts felt like diamond points, she was so aroused, and the need racing through her was intense.
“Look at these pretty nipples,” Jack murmured. “So eager for my tongue.” He nipped at one, gazing up at her as he did, and, oh god, that was so sexy it took her breath away. “You like my mouth on you here?” he asked, his breath hot on her skin as he moved over to her other breast. He hovered there, waiting, and she realized he wanted an answer.
“Yes,” she managed to whisper. It made her feel bold and reckless, joining in his dirty talk. “I like your mouth everywhere, Jack.”
“That’s my girl.” He nipped her breast again, one hand covering the other, and teased both her nipples at the same time. “My gorgeous, sexy accountant.”
That made her giggle.
“What, you don’t think accountants can be sexy?” He glanced up at her, grinning, before pressing another kiss to her skin. “Tell that to my fantasies. I think about you working all the time.”
“You . . . do?” she panted, mystified at this confession. It was hard to concentrate with his mouth doing such erotic things to her aching nipples.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He tongued her nipple again, dragging over the peak with exquisite slowness. “I think about you sitting on your couch with your laptop, in just a little pair of panties, wearing nothing but those and your glasses and your hair’s up in one of those pencil buns. Gets me hard as a rock every damn time I think about it.”
Layla giggled again. “I don’t work like that.”
“Shhh. Let me enjoy the fantasy.”
“Mmm, whatever you say.” As long as he kept touching her, he could imagine her any way he wanted. Her hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, and, oh, he was warm to the touch, his tanned skin hot and smooth under her fingertips. She ran her hands all over his arms, loving the feel of him over her. She’d imagined what sex would be like so many times, but the reality of Jack and the sheer physicality of his presence as he loomed over her, tasting her skin and his mouth everywhere—it was more than she had ever dreamed. It filled her with hot longing and aching need that demanded a release.
When she squirmed under him again, he chuckled and began to kiss her stomach. “You want me to move lower?”
Oh god, did she ever. “You have to ask?”
“Seems polite to ask,” he teased, kissing down to her belly button. “May I lick that gorgeous pussy of yours, Layla?”
She whimpered, because his words were so filthy and yet so very erotic. “Yes. God, yes.”
“Lift these hips for me, baby, so I can get your shorts off.” He pressed another kiss to her stomach. “Not that they aren’t cute, but they’re in the way.”
Layla did as he asked, arching as he tugged the shorts down her thighs and tossed them to the ground. He made a sound of pleasure in his throat at the sight of her, a sound that made her quiver.
“Look at how pretty you are. I can’t wait to get my tongue on you again. Been thinking about this for days.”
“Oh god, me too.” Layla squirmed again, practically wriggling with need. “Jack, I want you so badly.”
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” he promised her. He kissed lower on her belly, his big body moving down over hers. He kept kissing his way down until his mouth rested atop the curls of her mound, and then he pushed her thighs further apart. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
As if there was something he could do that she wouldn’t like? She liked all of it. Craved all of it. Wanted his mouth everywhere. She moaned when she felt his breath over the folds of her sex, and when he pushed one thigh over his shoulder, her body clenched in response.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Just for me.”
It was true. Something about being with Jack seemed to make her ten times wetter than she’d ever been before. He turned her on like crazy, and her body responded. Just being around him made her panties permanently soaked, and tonight was no exception. She was slick with heat and arousal, her body aching for his touch.
Then Jack put his mouth on her and everything went to a new level. She keened, her hands flying to his hair. Her nails dug into his scalp as he gave her a long, slow lick that made her want to come out of her own skin. It was so damn good.
“I’ve got you, baby. Let me lick this pretty pussy of yours.” He lapped at her folds and continued to whisper filthy things as he touched her. His mouth was everywhere, exploring and hot, and Layla couldn’t stay still. She shivered when he licked her. She twitched when his tongue flicked against a sensitive spot. Her thighs jerked when a new wave of pleasure would wash over her. And through it all, Jack kept devouring her as if she was the best thing he’d ever tasted. His mouth was ravenous on her, hot and wild and needy, and he never let up, never let her catch her breath.
Then his mouth closed over her clit and he sucked, and Layla let out a little cry. He pushed a finger deep inside her even as he teased her clit again, and she bucked against his hand. The elusive orgasm was creeping closer, everything building inside her, and a whispered little “please” escaped her.
Jack murmured a sound of pleasure, pumping his finger in and out of her in a way that felt good but did nothing to ease that hollowness inside her. His finger felt big, and yet it wasn’t enough. Then he pushed a second one into her, thrusting, and sucked on her clit again.
She cried out once more, the breath sobbing out of her throat. “Jack, I’m so close—”
“I’ve got you,” he told her, working her with his fingers. His words were ticklish against her sensitive skin, and he flicked his tongue over her slit again. “Want you to come so hard for me, baby. Can you do that?”
Layla moaned. “Need your mouth.”
No sooner had she said the words than his lips were on her again, his tongue flicking against her clit before he sucked on her once more, and she felt him push a third finger into her. It felt tight and almost painful, but the sensations were so sharp that it felt strangely good. She bucked against his mouth but he didn’t let up, just kept teasing her even as he worked his fingers in and out in a steady pumping motion that felt as if it was going to break her.
Then it was there. Hot sensation coiled in her belly, and she whimpered once, arching, as the orgasm broke over her. Everything in her body locked up, her muscles clenching with the sheer force of it, and the world exploded into a supernova of pleasure as Jack nuzzled and worked her with his mouth, never letting up.
His fingers slid free from her and she waited for him to lift his mouth, but he never did. Instead of letting her ride the sensations down peacefully, he continued to lick and nibble at her clit, teasing her and making her squirm. It was too much, and her whimpers took on a new level as everything began to tense again. “Jack, I can’t . . . I can’t . . .”
One of his big arms locked around her hips and he kept his face buried against her, his tongue seeking and teasing, and her protests soon turned to cries for more. He was dragging her back up the edge toward another orgasm, determined to pull it from her no matter how much her body thought she was done.
When she was on the brink, everything tightening again, Jack lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“Oh, nooo,” Layla moaned. She tried to push his head back down. “Please, Jack, I’m so close.”
“I’ll make you come again,” he murmured huskily. “I promise.”
She whimpered another protest as he got to his feet, standing up next to the bed, and then slid his pants off. His gorgeous cock came into view, hard and erect and breathtaking, and she couldn’t stop staring.
He craw
led back onto the bed and moved over her, his hands planted on either side of her shoulders. Jack leaned in and kissed Layla, his mouth light and fluttering and tasting like her, and that was just as erotic as everything else. “You’re so beautiful,” he said again, and it made her want to preen. “Love the way you look when you lose control.”
“Can I make you come?” she asked, breathless, her hand sliding down his waist in an obvious direction.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he promised, giving her one last brief kiss and then tugging on the shirt still bunched just under her arms.
She lifted up and he pulled it off of her, and then Jack nudged her thighs apart, his weight sinking between them. The heat of him rested against her pussy, and Layla gasped when he rocked his hips against her, dragging the length of him through her wetness. She hadn’t anticipated that feeling so good. He did it again, exquisitely slowly, the head of him brushing just up against her sensitive clit, and Layla moaned. Her hips rose to follow as he did it again, and Jack put a hand on her breast, teasing her nipple again.
Her movements took on a sense of urgency, and Layla went from needy to wild. Her fingers dug into his arms as she held on to him, panting. “Jack. Please.”
“You feel so damn good, Layla. Love the way you feel. Love how hot and slick you are. You’re perfect for me, aren’t you? And when I push inside you, you’re going to feel so good. Trust me.”
“I do. Jack, please.” She tried to pull him down over her. “Quit teasing.”
He chuckled at that, giving her one of those lazy, breathtaking grins that made heat pulse through her all over again. “Teasing you’s my favorite part, baby.” He thrust against her folds, his now-slicked cock gliding against her, and she whimpered. “You look so pretty like this.”
“I bet I’d look pretty with you inside me, too,” she managed, gasping.
That made him groan, and he leaned in to kiss her again. This time, the kiss was harder, more demanding, and when he pumped his hips against her, he was less controlled.
She whimpered encouragement, lifting her legs and moving her hips instinctively. She needed him inside her, needed him to scratch this itch that was driving her crazy, needed him to fill this aching hollowness deep inside.
“You want me?” Jack whispered against her lips.
Layla nodded fiercely.
“Tell me if I hurt you, then.” He nipped at her mouth, hot, teasing little bites that just made everything that much more erotic. “Tell me if you want to stop and I’ll stop.”
Stop? The problem was that he kept stopping. She wanted him to keep going, wanted that second orgasm so badly, wanted him—
Jack shifted his weight, his hand sliding between them, and then she felt him notch the head of his cock to her entrance. He pushed against her, thrusting lightly.
It felt tight and curious in a way that was impossible to explain. She gasped against his mouth and he thrust against her again, this time going in a little further and staying there. He didn’t pull back out this time, just continued to push in ever so slightly, as if easing into her by the millimeter would somehow make this easier for both of them. It felt . . . well, she’d never felt anything like it before. It was like having an enormous wedge pushed deep inside her, and in a way, that was exactly what was happening. Her body stretched around him tight, and she whimpered when the sensation grew too sharp.
Jack paused, going still. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.” He brushed a lock of hair from her face, smiling down at her. “God, you’re beautiful. I love you, my sexy accountant.”
She laughed, because she wasn’t feeling particularly sexy at that moment. He was tense over her, his cock crammed deep, and she was sweaty and awkward and holding on to his hips and she just felt . . . like a virgin. Which, she supposed, she wasn’t any longer. But she loved hearing him say that. “I love you, too, cowboy.”
He groaned, eyes closing as if she’d said the sexiest thing ever, and his hips twitched. It made Layla’s body flare in response, but it wasn’t all bad sensation. In fact, it felt kind of . . . good. Tight, yes, but an interesting kind of tightness that made her want more despite things. “I think I’m okay,” she told him. “Can we go slow?”
“As slow as you want,” he promised, and he gazed right into her eyes as he moved over her, pushing deeper.
Layla’s breath caught in her throat—not just at the way it felt, but at the intense sensation of having her eyes locked with Jack’s at such an intimate moment. She felt completely exposed and laid bare, but he was with her. He had her. And it sent a shudder of response through her body that felt so, so good.
He groaned, pushing deeper. “You’re so tight. God. Never imagined you’d feel this good, baby.”
“You’re welcome? I think.” She giggled and then cut off with a gasp because the action of laughing sent all kinds of shocking ripples through her body, especially where she felt stretched tight around him.
“You want me to stop again?” His voice was strained.
“No. Keep going.” Layla put her hands to his sides and held on, her legs curled around his hips. “You feel good.”
He groaned again, and then rocked forward, and oh. That time it didn’t feel like trying to cram too much into her. It felt big and foreign, but hard and smooth, and the nerves that flared up in response felt really good. She made a pleased little sound in her throat and tried to move with him. It felt awkward to try and keep pace with him, but when their bodies came together and he pushed so deep into her? Oh god, that was good. Layla moaned as he rocked in and out of her, his movements growing faster.
She fell out of rhythm with him as he sped up, and her arms went around his neck as he moved over her. Jack pumped into her with such strength and speed that it made her breathless, and she hung on while he thrust. While it didn’t feel quite the same as it did when he was working her clit, the pleasure in this was deeper, slower. It was still good, though, and she found herself moaning into his ear as he drove deep. Everything was good with Jack, she realized. Everything.
His breathing became more rapid, his movements erratic, and she realized he was close to coming. Her own orgasm suddenly didn’t matter anymore. She wanted to see Jack come. “Are you close?” she whispered.
With teeth gritted, he answered. “You feel far too good for me to make this last. Being inside you like this, with nothing between us . . .” He groaned again. “Gonna make you come, though.”
“You don’t have to. This feels plenty good—”
Her words cut off as he put a hand behind one of her knees and pushed it forward to her chest. Layla let out a muffled whine of surprise when he thrust deep, and this time, the angle was changed. This time, when he rocked her forward with the force of his movements, something went from feeling good to feeling intense.
“Right there, baby?”
She barely managed to nod before he was driving deep again, and the noise that escaped her was ridiculous in its whiny tone. She couldn’t help it, though. Each time he pumped into her, hitting that perfect spot that made everything light up, she made an incoherent sound of need, and that deep-seated pleasure soon turned to an urgent, clenching arousal.
“Oh,” Layla whimpered as he hit it again. “Oh, Jack, I’m close. Oh god. So close.”
He growled low in her ear like some sort of animal and just kept moving over her, faster and faster. Each time it felt better, and then she was tensing, her breath catching in her throat as the orgasm spilled over her again, this one deeper and rawer and far more intense. She might have cried out his name as she came; it was impossible for her to tell. She was making noises, but the rest of her wasn’t responding. She was too busy clenching and coming and orgasming into a state of bliss as he thrust into her. Then Jack hissed, his movements stilling as he rolled their hips together, and she felt the wetness of his release between them, the slide of their bodi
es becoming slicker by the moment even as his movements slowed.
This time, when Layla sighed with pleasure, Jack collapsed on top of her, sweaty and spent. This was a new sort of sensation, too, the feeling of her lover sated atop her. Layla played with his hair, brushing the damp locks off his brow and just touching his face. He looked so good like this, his pupils blown with pleasure, his expression drowsy. She liked the feel of him over her, too. How he was heavy but somehow perfect, as well.
Jack let out a long sigh and then nuzzled at her throat. “Was that good?”
“Are you fishing for compliments?” she teased, feeling lighthearted and exhausted all at once. “Because you know you made me come. Twice.”
“Maybe a man just likes to hear that his woman was satisfied,” Jack replied, a sly note in his voice. “Twice.”
She laughed, because it felt so good to smile with him, to be in his arms like this. “It was perfect,” she admitted.
“You’re welcome,” he teased, tossing back the words she’d said earlier.
Layla put a hand over his face, groaning, and pushed at him.
He mock-bit at her fingers and grinned down at her. “Seriously though, how do you feel? You don’t hurt anywhere, do you?”
“I feel perfect,” she admitted. “Everything’s perfect.”
“I love you,” he told her again. “Have I mentioned that?”
“Mmm. You’re welcome.”
This time he was the one that snorted with laughter.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
The next time visiting hours were open at the assisted-living facility, Layla took Jack with her to visit Cora.
Really, Layla had a million things to do at work, and she knew Jack was busy, too. The cattle were getting close to calving, which meant his workload was going to explode overnight and they’d barely get the time to see each other. Hers was going to quadruple soon, too, with tax season, but they’d work it out. Even so, visiting a new friend seemed like it was something that should be on the back burner.
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