by Anya Summers
It was his turn to tremble and quake as she established a rhythm, sucking him down until he hit the back of her throat and retreating. His body was her playground and he gave her free rein. Her head bobbed over his cock. His hips rocked, thrusting his shaft in deep. She caressed his perineum as she deep-throated him.
His cock lengthened and he exploded; hot streaming jets of semen filled her mouth. She suckled his jerking shaft, her throat working to swallow his cum. His knees nearly gave out at the sheer magnitude of his orgasm. When Rayna had finished and released his shaft, she sat back on her heels. Her ample chest swayed as she panted and stared up at him. Lust clouded her vision.
Jack hauled her up into his arms and kissed her. He tasted himself on her lips and growled at the eroticism. This woman made him want things; things he never in a million years would have thought he could want. But she did.
He lifted her up, not breaking their kiss, and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down in the center, then finally lifted his mouth.
She reached for him. He took her hands and positioned them over her head. “Since I don’t have my cuffs here, I want you to keep your hands up here. Understood?”
She nodded. Her pupils were dilated with desire.
Jack joined her on the bed and positioned himself between her thighs so that his face hovered above her pussy that was already slick with her dew. “I’m going to eat this sweet pussy of yours and prep your ass to take my cock. Deep breaths for me. If something hurts, please use your safeword.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
He grabbed the tube of lube and slathered a dollop on her pretty, puckered back hole. Then he coated his index finger with lube. Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue across her clit, just as he began to press his finger inside her back channel. Rayna gasped. Then he latched his mouth onto her nub and sucked as he stretched her rosette. His cock was hard enough to cut rocks at the thought of sinking himself in her ass.
Rayna was on fire. An inferno that she could no longer contain raged in her body. Jack’s tongue thrust inside her pussy while his index finger pumped inside her rear. She’d never had anal before. And oh my! She had been missing out. It burned and caused these ripples of pleasure to spread throughout her body. Combined with Jack voraciously eating her pussy, it catapulted her being to a new level of ecstasy. Every fiber of her being was intimately attuned to him. Pleasure curled in tightening ribbons as he nipped at her clit, laved it in circles, and then thrust in her sheath repeatedly, only to begin the process all over again.
She mewled in the back of her throat as Jack added a second finger and then a third, stretching her back channel. She remembered to breathe deeply as her rear burned at the intrusion. As she did so, her body relaxed and accepted his thrusting fingers. Every molecule in her system expanded as pleasure infused her being. She ached for completion and yet didn’t want the incredible, spine-tingling pleasure to end.
When his fingers glided in and out unimpeded, he withdrew them. She whimpered. But she had been so close! Then she felt the tip of her vibrator prodding her back entrance. Surely he wasn’t going to put it there?
Then he pressed the vibrator forward, past her tight ring of muscle.
“Oh god!” she cried.
“You’re doing beautifully, babe. Deep breaths for me,” he murmured and then sucked on her swollen clit while he thrust and withdrew the vibrator in her back channel. The dual sensations sent her over the ledge.
The climax arched her back. Her nipples tightened. Her mouth dropped open as she moaned, “Jack.”
The vibrator slid deep inside, extending her orgasm, her entire body clenching around it. Jack obviously planned to drive her mad with pleasure as he switched the vibrator on and began to screw her back channel with it while he lapped at her pussy.
With her arms above her head, she gripped the pillows, needing something to hold onto as she writhed from the intensity of the sensations bombarding her body. And she’d thought she could turn away from him, stop this relationship from progressing forward. There was no turning from it. She was a fool to have ever believed she could. With every swipe of his tongue and each thrust of the vibrator in her rear, Jack was proving beyond all reasonable doubt that being with him was akin to a religious experience, and he was converting her to his faith one lick at a time. He was different from anyone she had ever known, and he was showing her precisely how naïve she had been to think she could walk away from him; from this.
He played her body like a conductor guiding a symphony. And her body craved more, craved every ounce of pleasure he could wring from her body. When he withdrew the vibrator from her back channel, she whimpered, “Jack.”
“I just need to be inside you, babe,” he muttered in a gravelly voice thick with desire.
Rayna whole-heartedly agreed. That was what she had been missing.
He placed the vibrator on the bed and rose up between her thighs. “Shit. I don’t have a condom, babe. I figured we’d be at my place.”
“If you leave now, I will kill you. Just fuck me already,” she said, panting.
“Threatening an officer, babe? That could earn you some punishment.”
She rolled her eyes and whined, “Jack, Sir.”
“Are you sure?” He searched her face.
“I have an IUD and am clean. Just do it, or I will hurt you.”
“As you wish.” He gripped his shaft and ran it through her swollen tissues. She squirmed, canting her hips up in invitation. Then he fit the crown at her entrance and penetrated her, thrusting deep until he was embedded to the hilt.
Rayna’s mouth dropped open on a moan. She couldn’t get over how incredible he felt and, she thought as she gazed into his hazel eyes, how right he felt. She clasped the pillows above her head, holding on for dear life as he rocked his pelvis, thrusting in and out of her pussy.
She writhed beneath him, canting her hips and meeting his fervent thrusts. He placed her legs up over his shoulders and leaned forward, effectively trapping her thighs and her body in place. It changed the angle of his penetration so that it was even deeper. And it left her immobile, so that she could do nothing but accept him. Jack delivered.
He pumped his shaft inside her in short, hard thrusts. His balls slapped against her sensitive back channel. Over and over, he hammered his cock, stroking deep inside her until he hit the lip of her womb. Pleasure swelled and grew until she clawed at the pillows, needing surcease.
She never knew sex could be like this; this desperate, needy race to the finish line that left her decimated. He remade her into a woman she hardly recognized, but one she liked. Rayna had never felt so alive as she did now, here, with Jack.
Her climax hit, her pussy spasmed around his plunging shaft, and she keened. “Jack, oh god.”
He growled, actually growled as she quaked around his dick. But then he pulled out of her and maneuvered her quaking form onto her hands and knees. He added lube to her rosette. Then she felt the crown of his cock prodding her anus.
She gripped the mattress as he pressed forward. It burned, and her body resisted the invasion at first. But then she remembered to breathe. She had not even come down from her climax yet and Jack furrowed inside her back sheath. The forbidden, taboo nature of what he was doing, of what she was allowing, just added to the eroticism.
It took him a few minutes to work his member fully inside her bottom. Her mouth was open, letting loose a constant stream of moans. His hands gripped her hips when his cock was fully inside her back sheath. It felt unlike anything she had ever experienced. The very air molecules turned her on. Her nipples were hard points. Her pussy throbbed in time with her back channel.
And then he began to shuttle his shaft in and out, slow at first. Her fingers dug into the mattress. She tilted her hips back, wanting more from him. It was like she was walking this razor’s edge. Her body quaked. At her urging, Jack picked up his pace, pumping his cock inside, gliding deep until his balls slapped against her pussy. They graz
ed her swollen clit each time, causing starbursts of pleasure to implode in her system.
“More!” she cried.
At her behest, he unleashed the beast within and fucked her back channel like a man on a mission. Her rear ached and trembled, taking him deep as he hammered his shaft inside her. His grunts reached her ears. She threw her hips back, meeting his ardent thrusts.
Rayna was in a space beyond pleasure. Their lovemaking was carnal and dirty, and everything she never knew she needed to feel complete.
The climax hit and stars went supernova behind her closed lids.
“Jack,” she keened. Her back channel quivered, her pussy quaked, and she thought surely she would expire from the intense shock waves of ecstasy bombarding her system. Her orgasm set off his own. Jack’s cock lengthened and jolted in her clenching ass as hot streams of semen filled her.
“Fuck, Rayna,” he roared. Over and over, he thrust as he came. His fingers dug into her hips in a way that would certainly leave bruises behind. But she didn’t care. She was on another plane of existence entirely, one infused with carnal bliss.
She must have blacked out because one moment, Jack was inside her and then the next, she was under the covers with him spooning her back. One of his big hands palmed a breast, the other lay possessively against her hip.
“How do you feel?” Jack murmured in a husky voice, his mouth beside her ear.
“Like I died and went to heaven. I never knew…” she trailed off.
“That it could be like that?” he asked.
“Yeah. I had always thought sex was pretty basic.”
“Not the way I do it.”
She snorted. “You just want me to feed your ego. It’s big enough already.”
He chuckled and then said, “I’m proud of you. You tried something new, and I’ve never seen anyone as brave.”
She shifted her head and glance at him over her shoulder. “I had a little help.”
“What are you doing tomorrow?” He stroked his knuckles against her cheek.
That tiny gesture made her want to turn into him more. It made her want him again. It made her heart crack open and hope for more than she had allowed herself to dream. He was resurrecting her dreams— dreams she had thought had long since died. It rattled her foundation to its core.
“I work a double, why?”
“What about Sunday?” he asked, his thumb whispering against her bottom lip.
Rayna felt her body coming to life again. That shouldn’t be possible. She’d just had the biggest orgasm of her life. How could she want him, need him, again so soon? It didn’t make sense that she craved his touch with near obsessive glee. “I don’t work on Sunday at all. Why?”
“I thought maybe we could go out.”
She shifted her body until she faced him fully, loving the feel of him against her. “You mean, like on a date?”
He nodded. He was serious. And, she noticed, rather reserved, like he expected her to rebuke him. Almost like he expected her to drop him like a hot potato the moment the ardor cooled. But they were two people who had been loners at heart. She had been that way through circumstance and need, yet she began to wonder if it had been the same for him. That he had been distant, kept himself from forming bonds as a manner of protection, not from fear of discovery but fear of being hurt. She was seeing him, the real Jack, the one who had grown into a man without a family, and she ached for him. It cracked her heart open wider.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Leave everything to me.” He caressed a hand down her back and she sighed.
“That I can do but, Jack?”
“Hmm?” He raised a brow.
“I need you, again,” she admitted, feeling like her heart was in her throat over the admission.
He flashed her a sexy grin. “I think I can help you with that.”
And he did, by dragging her being back down into a pleasured abyss where he was all she could see.
Chapter 18
Jack watched the seething sky as lightning split the heavens in a flash of blinding white light. Of course, the day he wanted to take Rayna out for a picnic, the weather decided it was indignant and planned to prove its wrath with a thunderstorm, complete with threatening black clouds that turned the day to midnight. That tossed a wrench into his original plans for his first date with Rayna.
He scratched his head. The last time he had organized a date, he’d been a teenager. Most of his relationships had begun at the club, and had been little more than a good time between the sheets. Once the ardor cooled, the relationships reached their natural conclusion.
But he wanted this with Rayna. She made him feel like a teenager with his first crush. It upended his carefully controlled world. Made him feel like he was blind, searching for the path to take.
He glanced around at his place. A new plan formed. It wouldn’t be as original as the first, but at least they would be dry. And it would mean they didn’t have to cancel the date. Jack spent the next thirty minutes rearranging the furniture in his living room. Once everything had been shoved back and out of the way, he erected the picnic there. On the coffee table, he placed the wine and all the finger foods he’d had Emily make for him. While he held his own in the kitchen, Emily’s cooking outshone even his most ardent attempts.
Since they would be inside and there was no threat of igniting a forest fire, he set out a few candles and lit them. He even grabbed real plates and wineglasses. He uncorked the bottle of wine and stepped back from the scene, trying to look at it as if seeing it for the first time. Not bad.
When he was happy with the indoor picnic arrangement, he headed next door. At his knock, Rayna unlatched the door and he stood, gaping, glad he had the sense to keep his mouth shut. She was gorgeous. She wore a killer, form-fitting red dress that ended a few inches above her knees. It clung to her shape and displayed her ample cleavage to perfection. The top of the dress was held up by slim spaghetti straps. On her feet were a pair of matching red heels that emphasized her calves. He had an instant fantasy of Rayna in the heels and nothing else while he screwed her brains out.
“You look downright edible,” he murmured huskily.
She softened, a rosy blush creeping up into her cheeks. “So do you.”
He held out a hand, waiting for her to take it. But Rayna didn’t hesitate. It was as if any resistance she’d had melted overnight. And his chest filled with warmth as her delicate hand slid into his. He closed his fingers around hers and drew her outside. He took her keys from her and locked her front door before pocketing them and steering her the short distance between their homes.
At the entrance to his place, Rayna cocked her head to the side. “Are we not going out?”
He grimaced internally. Perhaps they should head out somewhere and nix the indoor picnic. “Come with me and you’ll see.”
He would convince her to stay with him tonight. That way, they wouldn’t be caught on camera for the Bureau and his department to see. She’d made him forget about the cameras last night. All he had seen was her. Jack squelched the ever-present guilt that rose up to strangle him. He should tell her. In fact, he should have told her before he’d touched her the first time. But it was too late for that because he had touched her. He wanted to touch her right now.
And he feared he was in way too deep.
He ushered her inside his place just as the promised storm opened the floodgates. Rain poured down in sheets. Thunder boomed, rattling the ground. He closed the door behind him and flicked the lock.
Rayna came to a standstill, looking at the scene he’d created with the blanket over the floor and pillows all around.
“Jack. You did all this?” she said, glancing at him, her gaze searching his face.
“Most of it. The food, I cannot take credit for, that was Emily’s doing, at my request.”
She hugged him. He closed his eyes, her scent surrounded him, and he knew deep down that it was far too late for him to back out. Then she withdrew her arms
and took a step back, but not before he noticed a sheen of moisture lining her eyelashes.
She slipped off her heels, laid her purse on the chaise, and entered the indoor picnic area. She had the right idea. He removed his shoes and socks, then joined her on the quilted blanket. It was a checkered pattern of deep cobalt and ivory. Rayna lowered herself to the ground and rested her back against the couch. He poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her.
“This was really sweet of you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek when he joined her on the blanket. “No. Just sweet. I’ve never had a picnic before.”
“Never? Not even one indoors?”
She contemplated her wine before she replied, “No. Growing up, my parents sheltered me from a lot. I didn’t even realize how much I was missing out on, and it was for reasons that were their own. It wasn’t until college I began to see that there was a whole world out there, waiting to be explored.”
“And did you?” he asked.
She grew pensive as she stared into the glass. “What? Explore? In a way, I suppose I did. Not that’s it been a fun exploration, but definitely educational.”
There was a bright, blinding crack of lightning followed by booming, earth-rattling thunder. The power flickered off. Rayna startled and gripped his hand. Figures. The first time he tried to do the romantic thing and Mother Nature decided to unleash her fury upon their little corner of the world.
With the power out and the world outdoors darkening, the only light they had were the few candles he had lit.
“It could be worse,” he commented, with a slight, self-deprecating laugh lacing his voice.
“How’s that?” she said like she didn’t believe him.