by Cara Dee
I didn’t dare to look up at him, but I needed him to know. "I have it in me, Jack." It was partly a plea for him to believe me. "I want to write like this. I can do it, I just…" I was unsure and holding myself back.
"I know." Jack's tone was warmer this time, gentler. "Look at me, Isla." When I didn’t comply, he grasped my chin and made me look up. "I know it's there. I've seen it all day, and I see it now, too."
His eyes worked like a trap. How did he do that?
It was my cue to go for broke. I refused to live with regrets, and I didn’t want Jack to become a what-if.
"You haven't asked me to show you." My heart slammed against my rib cage. "You know…like you asked me to show you with the menu?"
A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, though he didn’t move away. "Show me what?"
"Passion."
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and for a brief second, his dark gaze flicked to my mouth. "That would be inappropriate." Yet, as he said that, he brushed the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip.
I shivered.
This was fucking happening, so help me God.
"You never want to do inappropriate things?"
He clenched his jaw. "I'm warning you, Isla…"
I narrowed my eyes and got up on my knees before him. It was his turn to tip his head up a few inches to look me in the eye, and he struggled with that. I held his gaze, daring him, and in the end, he broke it. As I put a hand on his firm shoulder, he breathed a gritty curse and gave me a slow once-over.
Take me.
His eyes grew hungrier. I had him, and he had to let me explore him. I wanted nothing more right now.
I bit my lip to stifle a whimper when his hand slid down the back of my thigh.
"You infuriating little girl," he whispered and slipped off his glasses.
I swallowed an ungh sound, wet heat traveling south. My skin was a live wire, his ghosting touch igniting me. It made me bolder, and I took the leap. I straddled his muscular thighs and didn’t care he could see desperation in my eyes.
His jaw ticked one more time, and then he threw in the towel. He yanked me down on him so I felt…all of him. Holy mother of Christ. Pleasure exploded in all the right places. Before I could suck in a breath, he covered my mouth with his and kissed me deeply.
I parted my lips and let out a needy moan. His kisses were soft yet so demanding, tasting of sweet apple and smoky whiskey, and he did things with his tongue that melted me into a useless puddle.
He hissed when I rolled my hips over his hard cock. I tilted my head and pushed my tongue into his mouth, taking sensual swipes around his. His five o'clock shadow rasped deliciously on my chin. I wanted to feel it between my thighs.
"Jesus, girl…" He groaned and slid his hands underneath my shorts to palm my ass. In response, I began unbuttoning his shirt. "You have about two minutes to change your mind before I fuck you right here on the couch."
"Oh," I breathed out. I slipped my fingers under his shirt, my mouth watering. He had a smattering of chest hair that I wanted to feel against me when he took me hard. "I won't change my mind."
He groaned again before he kissed me with even more hunger. He only broke away once to pull my top over my head, and I unhooked my bra at the front. The second the fabric hit the floor, he dipped down and kissed my neck, slow, openmouthed kisses. I wove my fingers into his hair. It was dark and soft, and he seemed to like it when I tugged a bit.
"Hell, you're fucking divine, Isla," he whispered against my skin. His large hands almost covered my breasts, touching me teasingly in the beginning. Tracing. Ghosting. Drawing shivers from me.
Then he cupped them firmly and lowered his mouth to my left nipple. He sucked it between his teeth. I moaned, arched my back, swiveled my hips desperately.
"Please, Jack," I whimpered.
He drove me to the brink of insanity. With his long, skilled fingers and talented mouth, he kissed, stroked, sucked, and pinched, and his scruff left a blazing trail all over my chest. Seeing the subtle shadows of red caused me to want more. Marks. Permanent marks, all from him.
"Fuck me." I grabbed his face and crashed my mouth to his. The bastard had given me a fever. "Fuck me and save me from leaving an embarrassing wet spot on your pants."
He didn't laugh, which had been my intention. Instead, his gaze turned savage, and he threw me down onto the couch and covered me in an instant.
"Let's check just how wet you are." He kissed me breathless.
I was trying to recover from the somersault after being tossed like a rag doll, but I gave up. He set me on fire. It was useless even to try to hold on to a semblance of control. He'd taken that from me with the first damn kiss.
While he removed my shorts, I pushed off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso I could probably kiss and worship forever.
"No words would do you justice," he murmured huskily.
I blushed like a little girl, his praise heating me up further.
It wasn’t fair that I was completely naked and he was wearing pants, though.
"Ah—protection," he said with a frown. "I don't have any."
"I'm clean, and I'm on the pill." I sat up with him kneeling between my legs. My fingers worked his belt, then a button and a zipper. He told me he was clean too, though I barely registered it. I'd pushed down his pants and boxer briefs and couldn't stop staring at his cock.
I licked my lips and leaned forward, eagerly sucking him into my mouth. Jack cursed viciously and wrapped my hair around his fist. I hummed and swirled my tongue around him, tightening my lips to give him more pleasure. He was thick and long, smooth and veiny. I traced every ridge with my tongue and moaned like a wanton whore when I tasted his pre-come.
This night had to last.
I wouldn’t be satisfied until we'd tried it all.
"Sweet…perfect little mouth…" Jack guided my head over him and eventually tested the waters by pushing his hips forward. "Keep sucking."
As if I'd stop.
His thrusts grew more rapid, and he hit deeper. I closed my eyes, wanting more. I could tell he was observing me, gauging my reactions, and when he finally let go and fucked me the way he preferred, I was in heaven.
Jack was rough.
His words were filthy and sweet.
"Touch your pussy." He grunted and drove his cock down my throat. "Give me a taste."
My pussy clenched. My eyes watered. I'd never understood why I came to life when I danced on the line between pain and pleasure. It was just how I loved it, and Jack was making my fantasies come true.
I circled my clit with two fingers, slid them down to my opening, then up again. It was all the time he gave me. In a gruff, demanding murmur, he told me to give him my hand.
He licked the lengths of my two digits before sucking them into his mouth. "Perfect. Isla—Christ—I'm close."
Redoubling my efforts, I took him down my throat with each push. I gagged and swallowed, too driven to stop. Giving him this became everything.
His thrusts got jerkier, his breathing shallow. With a low growl of my name, he rocked deep into my mouth and started coming. Hot bursts of come shot out of him and flooded my mouth before they slid down my throat.
8.
Jack Grady
When I withdrew my cock from Isla's perfect mouth, I held her head in place. A string of come connected her swollen lips to the head of my cock, and combined with her eyelashes thickened by tears, the delicate flush of her lovely cheeks, and the sheer need in her eyes, it was an image I wanted to remember forever.
I smeared the fluid across her lips, noticing she was touching herself. "Do you need something from me, sweet girl?"
She nodded quickly and whispered a hoarse "Please." Then proceeded to lick her lips. She had to be the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen.
I had no words. My chest swelled. The urge to claim and possess had begun building up inside me from the first kiss, and I'd already failed at holding back and being the gentleman
my parents raised me to be.
The voice of reason had been silenced, too. Right now, I couldn’t find it in me to care she was Aiden's daughter.
"Spread your legs for me." I watched as she obeyed me, lifting one to rest along the back of the couch, and the other stayed on the edge of the cushion. "Stunning." I picked that leg up and propped it on my shoulder. I stroked her incredibly silky skin and kissed her calf. "I didn't go too rough on you earlier?"
She shook her head as she lay back, her hair fanning out beneath her. "It was amazing."
"Understatement." I closed my eyes and kept trailing kisses along her toned leg. Her thighs were soft, and I couldn’t wait to bury my face between them. After placing a gentle kiss along the back of her knee, I released her leg and got settled where I wanted to be.
I slid two fingers up the smooth lips of her pussy and spread them. A clear drop of arousal slowly trickled down from her slit. She was so slick, so warm, and smelled intoxicating. Pure sex.
"Keep your eyes on me." I lowered my mouth to her clit and flicked the tip of my tongue over it. That brief taste had me salivating, and Isla shuddered, her hips moving upward, as if she couldn’t help herself. "Good girl."
My eyes closed again as I finally let myself get greedy. I slid my tongue up the length of her sex and sucked her clit into my mouth. Isla whimpered when my chin came into contact with her sensitive flesh, so I added that to the growing list of things I needed to do more.
Her first orgasm came a few minutes later. She was absolutely gorgeous when she climaxed. Skin flushed, perspiration beading along her forehead, eyes a shade darker and cloudier, muscles taut. I didn’t let up. I kissed the inside of her thigh as I pushed my thumb inside her. She clenched down all she could.
"I-I," she gasped. "I need a minute."
No.
Rather than letting her recuperate, I withdrew my thumb and slammed in two fingers. She let out a breathless wail that was cut short when I sucked her clit hard between my teeth. I couldn’t get enough of her taste. It thrilled me how responsive she was and how wet I made her.
It didn’t take long for her to get back on track, and then she fisted my hair to keep me in place. The silent plea that hung in the air triggered sadistic thoughts of keeping her from coming, but I couldn't. Perhaps another time.
My cock was waking up, getting ready for round two.
"Don't be careful," I told her, noticing she was struggling to be gentle.
I didn’t fuck gently. To prove my point, I nipped at one of her swollen lips, and that did it. She gripped my hair harder and started panting.
The sting at my scalp was enough to elicit a growl from me.
"I want more, Jack," she begged. "Please give me more."
Oh, I could do that. Coating my fingers in her juices, I pushed three fingers inside her pussy as my thumb rubbed her tight little ass. That earned me a choked gasp and a quick nod from her, so I forced my thumb past the clenched opening.
It made her come, and I couldn’t take another minute. While she panted and moaned from her second orgasm, I crawled up her body. With no warning to her, I positioned my cock and shoved it deep inside her soaked pussy.
Blinding pleasure seared through me.
Isla's mouth opened in a silent scream.
"Hell." I gnashed my teeth together, afraid I'd lose it for a beat.
It wasn’t until she wrapped her legs around me and dug her heels into my ass that I pulled out and began to fuck her. Long, deep strokes. With a light choke hold around her slender neck, I fucked her into the couch and kissed her with abandon.
"You feel perfect," I whispered against her lips. "You have the sweetest, softest, tightest little cunt."
She whimpered and lifted her hips, allowing me to reach even deeper. "Harder."
I hissed. "Say that again."
"Fuck me harder."
"Again," I growled.
"Please fuck me harder." She gave me a brutal kiss, and I could only comply. I slammed into her over and over, but it wasn’t enough.
"Get on all fours." I sat back, out of breath, and stroked my slicked-up cock as she did as told. With her pert ass right there, I had to give it a smack.
She yelped, then grinned salaciously over her shoulder. "I love how you fuck."
I shuddered and dragged my cock along her slit. "I love how you take my cock." Another understatement. "Hold on to something." I waited until she was gripping the armrest, and then I grabbed her hips and rammed deep.
For a long time after that, I was gone. I got out of my head and let go completely. Isla did the same, and I couldn’t describe how much that excited me. She wasn’t afraid to speak up or say what she wanted. Where I'd often been wary with women in the past, Isla made me comfortable and self-assured.
Every part of her turned me on.
I pounded my cock into her pussy—fast, deep, hard, slow, and everything in between, all to learn her reactions. I discovered what made her moan, whimper, beg, and sob. I loved how uninhibited she was. It brought forth the beast, and I took her savagely while she cried out that she was close.
"You can come," I panted, "but I won't stop." I had one hand flat against her spine and the other playing with her clit. "I'll fuck you through it."
A bead of sweat rolled down my temple. Another down my chest.
"Oh my God," she wailed. Arms stretched out, knuckles white, she met every thrust. "I'm—I'm…" Then she was coming.
"Oh, fuck." I hadn't anticipated how it'd feel. She clenched down so rigidly that it brought me closer to the edge, too. But I was determined to draw one more orgasm from her.
She pulsed and tightened. I dropped my chin, eyes hooded. I was fucking addicted. My erection shone with her juices. Her ass was turning a subtle shade of red from my pelvis slamming against her flesh without mercy. That slapping sound was heady.
Isla shook and gasped for air, and I could sense she was about to collapse. "I need to—to lie down…"
Fuck, not yet. I slowed my movements and tossed the thick cushions along the backrest onto the floor behind the couch. That way, we had more room and I could lie down next to her.
There was no strength left in her. She collapsed on her stomach. I didn’t know if I'd ever get the chance to fuck perfection again, so I wasn’t ready to stop. Instead, I lay down beside her and pulled her back to my chest.
"I need more of you." I buried my face in her hair, damp from our sweaty fucking and sweet-smelling because it was her. My mouth was dry, every muscle in me protested, yet I refused to give in.
"I can't," she croaked. "Don't stop—don't ever stop, I just… I can't. Oh, God…" A long moan escaped her as I hiked up her leg and pushed my cock inside her from behind. "I'm gonna be comatose, Jack."
I smiled and let out a heavy breath. "I'll take care of you."
Our fucking grew less frantic, but it became more intense in a way I wasn’t sure I quite understood. She managed to hold her leg up, and she returned every kiss I gave her, though she was too exhausted to do much else. I didn’t mind. I was savoring the moment.
My orgasm built up faster with each stroke. I couldn’t control my breathing anymore.
"Earlier…it was so sexy when you choked me," she murmured hoarsely.
I groaned against her shoulder and slid my hand up her luscious tits.
"Please do it again," she begged.
"If you touch yourself," I managed to bite out. I was almost there. "You're coming one more time, are we clear?"
Her drenched, snug pussy constricted. Perhaps it was my voice. I'd noticed she got off on me being demanding.
"I'm too sensitive," she complained breathlessly. Yet, she was obeying like a good girl. Two of her fingers scissored her clit in light strokes, and as the seconds ticked by, she moved fluidly with me.
"Perfect," I whispered. My voice was raw, as if I'd had a whole bottle of whiskey instead of one sip. "I don't think you know how exquisite you are right now." I nuzzled her soft cheek as I wrapped my fin
gers around her throat.
"Yes, like that," she breathed out. "More."
"Say please."
I chose that moment to grind my cock deeper into her, so her plea came out in a low, sexy whine. Tightening my hold on her throat, I picked up the pace, and Isla's moaning returned.
"I feel so full when you fuck me." She bit her lip, eyes closed, and pushed back when I thrust in. "So stretched…"
"Christ." What was she doing to me? I was about to lose it. "You'll get more of me soon."
She shivered violently. "I want it, Jack. Please. Please…"
"Fuck, Isla…" I groaned and lost the last shred of control. I fucked her harder, chasing my orgasm. It was pure luck on my end that she was falling apart, too. I wouldn’t have been able to force it.
My heart hammered in my chest.
I lost it a few seconds before she did. Her inner muscles clamped down on me, and it was as if she was the one drawing the releases from my cock. Rocking deeper into her, I rode out the waves of pleasure with my lips pressed to her damp shoulder.
We were a sticky, hot mess, and our combined scent made me thirsty.
I opened my eyes to see a tear rolling down Isla's cheek. The bliss on her face kept me calm though, and I reached up to kiss the salty trail.
"Don't make me move," she croaked.
"Deal, if you don't make me move, either." I swallowed dryly and blew out a labored breath. "Are you all right?"
"Doesn’t…describe it. Tired. Spent. Sore."
I'd feel the same tomorrow, I had no doubt. At the moment, I was riding the high of being intimate with Isla, but I wasn’t that young anymore. Having decent stamina didn’t make me immune from protesting muscles.
"Fucking heaven," Isla finished with a whisper.
I couldn’t agree more.
9.
Isla Roe
"Jack?" I shook his heavy arm slightly, hoping he'd wake up before I peed myself. "Wake up."
His fucking had knocked me out cold. We hadn't moved an inch in hours. The clock on the slim mantel above the fireplace told me it was two in the morning.