Jacked (Men on a Mission Book 2)

by Kate Gilead

  Then we sit on the bank of the stream and eat our sandwiches, sipping on a cold beer.

  It’s so relaxing, and even, mesmerizing, listening to the gentle sound of the stream, the birds, and the cicadas and crickets singing in the grasses.

  “Hot one today, huh sweetie,” Jack remarks, sandwich finished. “I’m sweating again.”

  He stands ups, lifts the hem of his t-shirt and uses it to wipe the sweat from his brow.

  I laugh, crinkling my nose at him. “There’s napkins in the cooler there, Lumber Jack.” I say.

  “Oh, right. I guess I’m getting too comfortable with you these days, little lady.” He leans down for a kiss. “Can you grab me a towel? I’m going for a swim.”

  He walks to the waters edge and looks down at the stream.

  Then, looking back at me with a grin, he strips his clothes off and drops them on the grass.

  Chapter Seven

  Molly

  Sweet Baby Jesus!

  From all the hugging, cuddling and making out we’ve done, I already knew without a doubt that Jack is, well…Jacked.

  I mean, is there a better word?

  I’ve already felt–and imagined–his powerfully-muscled body quite well.

  But the sight!

  The sight…this is the kind of man who is truly a living Adonis, so beautiful, so well-proportioned and symmetrical, I could just about cry.

  Instead, I sit there gawking, with my mouth hanging open probably, looking straight at those hard, tight butt muscles that I’ve squeezed but never seen.

  They are stunning. As is his broad back, and his arms, and his perfect legs, although of course I’ve seen those lots of times.

  But the whole package…well, if he turns around, I’m gonna get a chance to finally see the whole package, I think wryly.

  The one I’ve felt poking my belly or under my butt a few times.

  And, of course he turns to look at me, completely straight-faced.

  I meet his eyes, and then of course, I look.

  Like I’m not gonna look!

  It’s enormous. Flaccid at the moment, it still hangs well down his leg, like a club, heavy and thick. I can only wonder what it’s like when it’s hard…and I hope to hell I’m about to find out.

  “Coming?” Oh those twinkling eyes!

  “Oh my,” I say, unable to keep my admiration out of my voice. “Jack, have I told you lately that you are truly a stunning-looking man?”

  “Thank you, darlin’. But listen, you don’t have to skinny-dip if you don’t…” He laughs as I pull my top over my head, then unhook my bra, letting the girls out.

  My nipples are already hard.

  “Oh, baby,” he murmurs.

  Then I toe my shoes off, push my pants and panties down and kick them aside.

  “Fuck me,” he says, then laughs, putting his hands on his hips.

  And, lo and behold, his cock is a-risen. It juts upwards towards his belly, then bobs up and down in unabashed invitation.

  “I’ve never had a first date who dropped their laundry and waved hello with their erection,” I laugh.

  I step towards him, then remember that I have to get the towels. I bend into the tent, hoping he’s looking at my naked ass, hoping that it’s framing my freshly-shaved pussy in as nice a way as possible.

  A whistle of appreciation tells me that it is.

  I grab the towels, fling them onto a bush by the bank, and, to the sweet sound of his laughter, run towards him and then throw myself into his waiting arms.

  He grabs me up easily and I wrap my legs around his waist.

  “Molly, I don’t even know what to say to you,” he says, strong arms clasping me to his chest. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” Kiss. “So beautiful!” Kiss. “And such a dork!” Snort of laughter, kiss. “And so much fun! And such a hard worker and a good person. You have no idea how hard it’s been not to…not to just bend you over something and…and…”

  “Oh I think I have some idea how hard it is,” I say, looking into his eyes. “In fact, I can feel how hard it is, rubbing against my no-no place right now.”

  He lets out a lusty guffaw and then carries me across some natural stepping-stones to the middle of the stream, where the water is deeper.

  With my legs still wrapped around his waist, he bends his knees so that I’m sitting on his thighs, more or less.

  His hands are free to explore now, and they grasp my breasts, one in each hand, squeezing them firmly.

  “You have fantastic breasts,” he murmurs, looking down at them. “I knew I’d love your nipples. When they get hard, even under your clothes, I could tell they’re thick, just the way I like ‘em.”

  With the fingers of each hand, he grasps my nipples delicately, pulling and rolling them. They harden under his attention, sending delicious ribbons of delight straight down to my pussy.

  “Gimme that sweet mouth,” he says, and I gladly oblige.

  His kiss is voracious, starving, devouring my mouth, tongue darting and teeth nipping at my bottom lip.

  Every contact makes my nipples tingle, with that good feeling radiating downward, and spreading into my spine. Into my bones.

  His eager kisses tells me how patient and restrained he’s really been. Far more than he’s let on.

  One hand goes around my waist to steady me while the other wanders downwards to gently explore my folds.

  “Ahhh,” I breathe, closing my eyes and wriggling my hips. A bold finger tip inserts itself, turning and seeking, then withdraws, following my silky skin upwards to find my nub, and playfully flick, encircle and tease it. “Mmm…mmmm,” I murmur incoherently, finding his mouth with my own again.

  “Fuck yeah,” he says, when we finally break the kiss, both panting hard. “I want you so bad, Molly. So fucking bad. I’m telling you, you have no idea.”

  Maybe I really didn’t, but I’m getting the idea now.

  Reaching down between us, I wrap my fist around his cock.

  It’s rock-hard and hot and it throbs in my hand.

  “Mmmm yeah, squeeze it hard. That’s it.” His hands caress my back tenderly, then move to my breasts, pulling on and twisting my nipples, making my own mini-erection below throb in response.

  His mouth seeks mine again… more hungry kisses, so urgent yet so sweet.

  I scoot forward on his lap, placing my open legs so that I can rub my aching pussy against his erection.

  “I’ve never had sex in the water before,” I say. “I’m not exactly sure how to do it.”

  “It’s not that easy, actually,” he says. “In fact it might hurt you. Water isn’t good lube. And it will wash your natural lubrication away.”

  “We could try,” I say, game for anything. I give his cock a squeeze for emphasis.

  “Uuuh, Jesus,” he moans. “I’m never gonna last,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I can already tell. I should have known we wouldn’t be doing much swimming once we got naked.”

  “I want to feel you inside me, Jack. I need you.” I wriggle my soft, warm pussy against his cock in case he has any doubts.

  “Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says. Standing, he carries me out of the water, pausing by the bush so I can grab our towels. The air, though warm, feels cooler on my wet body, making me shiver.

  “I can feel your nipples poking me in the chest,” he laughs. “They’re hard as bullets.”

  “Look who’s talking,” I say, as he sets me down in front of the tent. “Yours is more like a rocket, though.”

  I bend to go inside, then turn to take hold of his cock and pull gently, drawing him towards me. “Come on in, big boy,” I say, smiling, “and let’s see if we can find a pocket for that rocket.“

  He chortles, then pulls me to him for a kiss, grabbing my ass cheeks and kneading them, then giving one cheek, still wet from the stream, a resounding smack. “Fucking glorious ass you have there, did I mention that?”

  “Oooh!” I purr. “Why, thank you.”

  Giggling and
goofing around, we towel ourselves quickly, not too worried about getting it right, then I lay down and smile up at him.

  He stares down at me, an indescribable look on his face.

  “Molly, I wanna remember this moment. You look so sexy, so…so scrumptious.” He grins, his cock jutting straight out before himself. “I want to eat you…up.”

  “Oh thank-you God,” I say, giggling. “Thank you for this pussy-hungry man with the nice big…appetite.”

  He grins. “Open your legs,” he says, kneeling in front of me. “That’s it, oh…look at you…you gorgeous, naughty girl.” His voice lowers, becomes husky. “What a beautiful pussy you have. All shaved and clean, just for me.”

  Putting his hands under my ass, he lifts my pelvis. Letting out an appreciative growl, he tongue-dives right into my hot little hole.

  “Ahhhh…oh yeah…uhh!” His tongue is hot and expert and long and mobile. Lapping, stroking, fucking and teasing me, in no time I’m soaked and open and needing release, bucking my hips against his face, almost crying with need.

  “You’re delicious,” he whispers, meeting my eyes. “Like I knew you’d be.”

  He collars my clit with his lips, and that tongue starts flicking, then flattening, then flicking again, then it flattens against my throbbing nub while he applies suction, driving me mad with sensation.

  “Ohhhh Jesus,” I moan, and the sound is high and shaky.

  My chest, heaving with my heavy breathing, makes my tits tremble and jiggle. I put my hands on them to play with my nipples, looking down at him for the sexy visual of this giant of a man feasting on my pussy.

  His eyes are on my hands, and my boobs, watching me play with myself. Then they close as he tongues downwards again, plunging into my well of moisture, moaning his pleasure against my flesh.

  The sight of his straining pecs and arms brings me to the edge. I lower my pelvis to get more of his mouth on my throbbing button.

  Waves of that good, rolling sensation are building within now, contractions of pure pleasure trembling, ready to crest.

  Holding my body up with one hand, he uses the other to insert a finger deeply inside my hot, soaked flesh.

  “Ahh yeah,” I whisper, rolling my hips, and ohhh, ohhh shit yes, he’s wiggling that finger upwards, that thick, nice finger that knows exactly what to do. It arches and strokes me on the inside, slow and then fast, then it turns and twists, making my inner muscles try to grab it, clamp down on it, keep that lovely friction where I need it the most.

  Again those lips surround my hard little ball, sucking it inside his mouth where his tongue can tickle it.

  “Ohhh fuck…Jack! That’s good…so good! I’m com….uuhnnn! Uhhhh!”

  My toes spread and then curl, my thighs tighten and release, and my orgasm sparks, and flutters, and sparks again, and now it catches and roars through me, making my eyes roll back as my inner flesh clamps down on Jack’s finger, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, over and over again.

  “That’s it, beautiful…oh fuck yeah, that’s it…come all over my finger…yeah…yeah!” His voice is hoarse and urgent, his breathing fast.

  Removing his finger, he laps at my still-spasming pussy, murmuring “Mmm fucking yum,” then he lowers my trembling body to the sleeping bag.

  “Fuck me now, sweetie. Please please, just fuck me as hard as you can,” I beg, breathlessly.

  He positions that perfect body over me and presses the tip of his cock against my opening.

  Gently, he pushes forward, then draws back, working his way in an inch at a time. He’s huge, he’s stretching me, but the sensation is exquisitely pleasurable.

  Every motion feels so good, it feels so right to be making love with this wonderful man who, for some reason I’ll never understand, seems to be just as attracted to me, as I am to him.

  And finally…ahhh….he pulls back one last time, before pushing it with a satisfied grunt all the way inside me.

  It’s better than I imagined, it fills me like nothing ever has, fills me completely, so completely that my flesh feels as if it’s grabbing him and sucking at him like a hungry mouth.

  “Hhhsssshh,” his breath comes out in a hiss as he grinds his pelvis against me, his cock inside me like a hand fitting into a tight, hot glove.

  “Molly,” he whispers, putting his elbows on either side of my head, his hands stroking my hair away from my face, “I love you. You know that right? I’m in love with you, since the moment I set eyes on you.” He kisses me, and pushes himself a little further inside me, making my head tip back with bliss.

  His cock pulses inside me, bringing a growl of pleasure from deep in his chest. My pussy responds with a throb of its own.

  I moan as he draws back and plunges it into me, hard, then draws back and thrusts again, stroking me with golden pleasure, making my head roll back and forth and my eyes squeeze shut.

  He settles into his rhythm, his grunts and explosive breaths making me hotter and wetter.

  Harder and harder now, he pounds me, slapping my flesh, making my breasts bounce against his hard chest…oh and oh… the sheer size of him…the sheer size of him and the pleasure he’s taking makes my orgasm rise inside me again.

  “Jack……uh!” Panting, breathless, the squelching, slapping, sexy sounds of our coupling fan my excitement. “I love you too! I love you so much!”

  With every thrust now, the muscles of his arms and shoulders tremble, and I can feel his cock hardening impossibly…and ohhh shit ohhh God……uhhhhnn!

  My orgasm explodes around him, the deep, profound contractions sucking and milking his cock as it hardens and throbs in its own release.

  “Hhnngg….unnhhhh!” His eyes close and his lip pull back from his teeth as he thrusts powerfully into me one last time… and then he stills, quivering,

  We lay together, sweating, shivering, kissing and laughing breathlessly, whispering love until a cool breeze comes through the tent flap to tell us that night is falling.

  Chapter Eight

  Jack

  She still doesn’t truly understand how completely she’s captured my heart.

  Or the restraint that it took not to take her before now, knowing, as I did, how good it would be if we waited even for this little while.

  How hot making her come would be. How deeply satisfying fucking her deeply would be.

  And it was. What a fine woman.

  I’m surprised I lasted with her as long as I did. As soon as she told me she loved me, I blew like…a rocket, I guess.

  Laying here now, surrounded by the sound of crickets and the odd puff of wind in the trees, I’m smiling again, thinking about her “pocket rocket” comment and how much fun she is.

  I wonder if women really understand how much a man can love them…maybe not, because men are so trained not to express it.

  Trained not to show vulnerability.

  But, damn, do we feel it.

  After that excellent fuck, we went skinny-dipping again, this time actually swimming, and once dried off, we dressed in the light clothes she brought for us to sleep in and just cuddled, her body pressed against mine and her head on my chest.

  “Jack?” Her sleepy voice, already so familiar to me.

  “Yes?”

  “After this gig is over and I get my money? I don’t think I want to move back to Toronto anymore.”

  “No?” I hug her closer and smile into her hair.

  I knew this was coming. I felt it the minute I laid eyes on her.

  Destiny.

  I found the one. Or, she found me.

  Either way, this was meant to be.

  “No. Not unless you come with me, anyway.”

  “Neither one of us is moving to Toronto, babe. You’re staying here, with me. Next break, I’ll take you to my house on the lake. Our house. You can do what you like with it, get nest-y, make it yours. How’s that sound?”

  “Like a dream come true,” she says. But her tone is hesitant.

  “But…?”
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br />   “But, my brother. He won’t go back to Claude’s house either. That was my whole reason for taking this job, remember? To get a place for me and Mikey, and to have a bit of cushion-money saved.”

  “You won’t have to worry about that anymore. Your brother will live with us. But, tell me honestly. Is Claude really so hard to live with?”

  “Yes!” She sits up and looks at me so I know how serious she is. “I told you, he’s two-faced. He talks to me and my brother like shit, but never in front of my mom. He’s an ass. A controlling ass. Even his house is controlling. He has one of those so-called Smart Houses, you know the ones?”

  “Everything’s computer controlled?”

  “Yes. I call it a Snitch House. You use a keypad with a unique code to get into the house, and to lock it up, right? The system logs it so he knows when you come in and when you leave. Spy cams everywhere, supposedly for security reasons.”

  “Everywhere? Not in the bedrooms, too?”

  Her eyes widen and she chews her lip. “Hell, I hope not. I hope he’s not a creep and a perv along with everything else.”

  “So he never tried…anything? With you, I mean?”

  I’ll break his fucking neck, I think to myself.

  “What? No, no, thank God. It’s nothing like that. He just doesn’t care about us, he cares about control.” She pushes her hair out of her big blue eyes. “He…the fricking system logs everything, even when the damn refrigerator door opens and closes. You can’t even have a snack in private for fuck’s sakes.”

  “Shit, seriously?”

  “Yeah. Screw him and his money. Mom was in honeymoon mode for the first couple years but now, I think she just tries to soothe him. Appease him, I guess. He can be intense.” She picks up my hand and plays with my fingers. “It’s time for me to be out on my own anyway.”

  “When’s your brother coming back exactly?”

  “He graduates at the end of June. But he’s staying to take some additional courses until September.”

  “When you told me your brother was in a private Swiss school, I admit I thought that was a pretty good deal. He’s getting a good education there, right?”