by Cara Dee
Jack groaned under his breath, head buried in my hair, and winced. "Perhaps it wasn’t a wise move to fall asleep here."
No, his couch was too soft and didn’t have any pillows. My neck was stiff.
"Where do you think you're going?" He held me to him and fondled my breasts when I tried to move.
"I have to go to the bathroom before I burst." I smiled lazily, feeling his cock nestled between my butt cheeks. It was half hard. "Are you insatiable?"
He hummed and pressed a kiss to the back of my head before releasing me. "For you? So it would seem."
I got off the couch with a sleepy giggle. My body hated me as much as it loved me. God, I'd never been fucked so perfectly before, and now I was sore all over.
Tiptoeing to the half bath in the hallway, I heard Jack groaning some more behind me. Grumbling about getting old followed as I closed the door to the toilet. I relieved myself and then proceeded to wash every part that was sticky from earlier. My hair was an absolute mess. I definitely looked freshly fucked. I grinned in the mirror as I removed the rubber band around my wrist and pulled my hair into a high ponytail.
I wore Jack's marks. Faint spots and stripes of red from his rough hands. Scruff burns. Demanding lips sucking on my skin.
Gah, tingles.
I left the bathroom, half surprised Jack was up and moving. He'd cleared the table, gathered our clothes, and put back the cushions.
He was still naked, a gorgeous sight. He was comfortable with himself, and who could blame him. His body was amazing. His thighs told me he ran. His biceps told me he visited a gym every now and then. And it was all barely contained underneath strong features, masculine lines, soft flesh, and dark body hair. Shit, maybe I had become insatiable, too.
"I hurt everywhere." He frowned. Said frown vanished when he gave my exposed body a once-over. "You're sleeping in my bed."
Gladly.
He yanked me close. I kissed his chest. He breathed me in and let his hands roam my backside. Turning my head, I kissed his left bicep and the faint scar he had there. It must've been from the firework prank that had gone wrong when he was a kid. He and Adam had been up to no good.
"Um, do you think we gave anyone a show earlier?" I asked, noticing the blinds weren't drawn.
He glanced over his shoulder, then smirked down at me. "I hope they enjoyed it." He pressed a kiss to my forehead and squeezed my ass. "Let's go to bed."
*
Later that morning, I woke up before he did. It was my turn to treat him to a nice breakfast, so I left the bedroom like a skilled ninja, got dressed, and went outside.
It was a chilly morning, but it felt great. It was refreshing, and the air was crisper than I was used to. I liked it. My heart was in high spirits. If I ended up hurting when this trip was over, it would be worth it. I could already feel the phantom pain spreading in my chest as I pictured myself driving away, yet I refused to hold back. I wanted to live life to the fullest, and sometimes that meant jumping in the water before figuring out how deep it was.
I picked up an assortment of pastries, some fruit, coffee for me, and tea for Jack. I had a big sweet tooth, something I did yoga and slaved away on the treadmill for.
The house was quiet when I got back. I placed everything on a tray and climbed the stairs, smiling when I saw Jack was snoring softly. The sheets had shifted down, exposing his back. His pillow was on the floor, so he'd stolen mine at some point.
Setting the tray on the nightstand on the side I'd slept, I stripped down to my birthday suit and joined him in bed. His snoring faded as I removed the sheets and straddled his sexy ass.
"Good morning." I leaned down and kissed his spine. My hands followed, rubbing sensually along his shoulder blades.
"Mmmmpf…" A low, gruff moan escaped him, and he gave the mattress a slow thrust. His ass flexed. "I think it's supposed to be the other way around." Well, yes. He was supposed to be behind me, his cock hard and ready to enter me. "I can feel how warm you are."
I presumed he meant between my legs.
He could make me horny in two seconds, it seemed. My pussy was too sore, though. Good thing I had a butt, too. I hoped he would be interested. And that he had lube.
"I went out and got us breakfast."
"So that’s why you were gone," he grumbled. When he made a move to roll over, I shifted off of him until he was on his back again. God, he looked delicious.
"Hi." I scooted closer and kissed him quickly.
He smiled sleepily. "Morning, beautiful." Stretching out and folding an arm under his head, he glanced over at the nightstand. "Something smells good."
"Hmm, it's probably you." I was tempted to get comfortable between his legs. His morning wood—I wanted it in my mouth. But first, his breakfast. "Yesterday, you told me you and your brothers would get caught with a hand in the cookie jar when your mom made lemon bars." I plopped down on the mattress and opened the box of pastries. "I'm sure these aren't as good as the ones your mother made, but…"
I set one on a napkin and reached for his tea.
Jack's smile widened, and he propped himself up with a couple pillows behind him. "This is a sweet surprise."
Just like you've been.
He took a sip of his tea, and I snatched up a mouthful of a chocolate-dipped, buttercream-filled Madeline. The rest could wait. I crawled back to the spot between Jack's thighs and kissed the underside of his cock.
"Someone's on a mission." Jack's eyes twinkled with mirth, and he set down his tea. Then he took a bite of his lemon bar and hummed appreciatively. "Not as tasty as your sweet pussy, but not bad." I was giggling when I took him into my mouth, and he groaned. "Jesus, Isla. Who knew giggling could be so filthy."
"Mmm…" I sucked him hard, keeping my gaze locked with his. He loved it when I sucked at the slit. I released him with a pop. "Do you have lube?"
His brow furrowed, and he reached for his tea again. "Do you think I've lost the ability to make you wet?"
I snorted and nuzzled his tight sac. "No, I'm just so sore. I was thinking…if you're into it…you could take my ass?" He coughed into his cup. I wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or bad, so I hastened to add, "I only need a little rest—maybe a few hours, then I'll be good to go again—"
"Isla." He placed his tea and his pastry on the nightstand before hauling me up his body. "Sweet girl." He kissed my cheek, his grabby hands all over my butt in sensual strokes. "You don't have to twist my arm about sinking my cock into your tight, sexy-as-hell ass." Next, he kissed the grin off my face. "I'm sorry you're that sore, though." He frowned.
I arched a brow. "Are you really?"
"Ha." He slid his nose along my jaw. "Perhaps not, but I do want to take care of you properly. After breakfast, I'll draw us a bath."
"Oh, yes…bath sex," I sighed in longing.
He pinched my ass. "And you call me insatiable."
"How about we don't pretend that we won't end up fucking all day?"
10.
Jack Grady
Fucking all day was essentially what we did.
She gave me a mind-blowing show in my bathroom when she sat across from me on the edge of the tub and played with herself. She even used the showerhead. I couldn’t describe how sexy it was. I stroked my cock slowly under the water, and she lolled her head back in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," she whimpered.
Unable to take it anymore, I turned off the water and buried my face in her pussy.
Her moans echoed and bounced off the walls, high-pitched and breathless.
*
After our bath, I chased a giggling Isla into my bedroom again and pounced. Arms wrapped around her middle, my teeth teasing her neck, I threw her onto the bed.
"Push out that sweet ass for me." I hadn't come yet, so I was hard as a rock and ready to claim her in a way I hadn't taken anyone in years and years.
I didn't have any lube, but since we weren't using condoms, oil worked better. It was what I used when I masturbated, and it hea
ted up nicely.
"It's been weeks since I used a toy," she admitted. "I can't even remember the last time someone—"
"I'll go slow," I assured her before she could bring up past lovers. "At first."
I frowned at the direction my thoughts headed. I slicked up my cock and brought the bottle of oil with me on the mattress, all while I tried to shake the idea of Isla with others. It was none of my business. I shouldn’t give a fuck. The only thing I should focus on was the fact that Isla was broaching anal sex with a casual lover. In my experience, it was something you reserved for relationships.
"This weekend, you're all mine." I fisted her hair and yanked her back forcefully as I slipped one finger inside her ass. She gasped at the sting, only to moan when I gave her exposed neck an openmouthed kiss. "You belong to me right now."
"Yesss…"
I fingered her carefully, first with one finger then two. Then I pushed her forward again and tongue-fucked her cunt as I prepared her ass for my cock.
"Say it, Isla," I demanded.
She pushed back against my fingers and exhaled shakily. "I'm yours. Ungh, God, all yours."
Except, her words were empty. She wasn’t mine at all, and it bothered me more than it should.
I was being ridiculous. It was the sex haze talking.
When she was ready for me, I pushed in inch by inch, letting Isla set the pace for me. Clenching my jaw, I merely watched. She breathed shallowly and shifted closer to me in small movements.
"Fuck," I breathed out. It was sensationally glorious, tight and warm, slick and seductive.
Once I was buried all the way in, I pulled her back to my chest. She tilted her head so I could kiss her. I'd intended to pour all my wants into that kiss, and perhaps I did, but it wasn’t hard or brutal. It was languid, passionate, and goose-bump inducing.
"Can't get enough," she moaned softly.
I shuddered and hugged her to me, my hands sliding up and down her front. "Me either." I teased her breasts with unhurried pinches and firm caresses. Our mouths fused together, our tongues met.
The moment I slid a finger down to circle her clit, it triggered her to clamp down on me, and unhurried morphed into frenzied. She began fucking herself on my cock until she begged me to take over.
"How do you want me to fuck you?" I shifted her hair to the side and nipped at her shoulder.
"Like only you can." She arched back and sank down on me hard. "Please, Jack. Please, please, please. Fuck me."
I groaned as she fell forward and wiggled her ass at me.
"You bewitching little…" I grabbed her hips and forced my way inside in one long push. Slow was gone, as was careful. I fucked her like I owned her, a not entirely unwelcome notion. Or even a little unwelcome. Christ, I was losing my head. "Rub your clit."
There was no way I'd last long taking her ass. The mere sight could set me off.
Isla continued to meet my thrusts. She was without a doubt the most passionate lover I'd had, and I didn’t want the day to end.
"I wanna touch you," she panted. "I need it."
I cursed her internally. Cursed her for saying things like that, phrasing herself that way, as if she just had to have me.
She lay down on her back and pulled me with her, quick to kiss me, quick to lock her arms and legs around me, quick to shower me with affection, quick to beg for my cock.
Caught up in her frenzy, I drove in fast and hard. It stole her breath and made her cry out. I grabbed her jaw, collided my mouth with her lips, and slid my tongue along hers. The way her lower body was angled allowed for the deepest penetration, and I fucking adored the sounds she made when I buried myself all the way.
"I'm gonna come," I muttered breathlessly against her soft lips. In response, she rubbed herself faster. I watched her, the pleasure blossoming across her face and chest. "So goddamn beautiful."
"Jack…" She sucked in a breath and cupped the back of my neck with her free hand. Our foreheads touched. "Now."
She didn’t have to tell me. I saw it. I watched her come, felt it, and it unraveled me, too. Ripples of intense satisfaction and bliss crashed through me. Eyes screwed shut, senses overrun by my orgasm, choppy breaths exchanged. Hot one second, shivering the next. I gnashed my teeth together and pressed my lips harder to hers, my cock throbbing with each rope of come I fucked into her.
Then I stilled, shuddering from the aftershocks. My hearing returned, and it was silent aside from our rapid breaths.
Isla gave me a radiant smile that was half shy and full-on glowing. I kissed her, back to unhurried.
"Shower?" I murmured.
"Mmhmm, a quick one."
"Okay." I withdrew from her carefully, only to pick her up. She giggled at that, and I grinned. "Then we're taking a nap." I needed it.
She kissed my neck. "Sounds perfect to me."
*
We didn’t exactly fall asleep. We dozed on and off for a few hours, with moments in between that left me increasingly disconsolate about her leaving in the morning.
"Open." Isla brushed a grape to my lips. Keeping my eyes closed, I turned and nibbled on her fingers before I took the grape into my mouth. Her soft laughter and warm giggles did something to me. "I should go pack my things…" At least she didn’t sound happy about it. In fact, her whisper had been unsure.
"No." I hugged her to me under the covers and breathed in our combined scent of sex and my body wash. It'd only been an hour or so since I'd taken her in the kitchen while she made us snacks. She'd looked too gorgeous in one of my button-downs with her hair a disheveled mess.
"Excellent point." She grinned against my neck. "I'll wait."
Good.
Cracking my eyes open, I reached behind me for the tray she'd prepared. I snatched up a strawberry and broke off half a lemon bar. "Your turn." I ate the lemon bar and teased her lips with the strawberry.
She hummed and closed her mouth around the pointed tip. Then she tempted me as the tip of her tongue peeked out, swirling slowly around the berry.
"Witch," I whispered.
She grinned and took the strawberry between her teeth. And bit. "Not as tasty as your cock, but not bad."
"Oh, you're quoting me now, huh?" I growled playfully and rolled on top of her.
I wasn’t sure what I was planning on doing, but seeing her laid out like this on my pillow, in my bed, wearing nothing but that breathtaking smile, I knew I was fucked. And running out of time. I sighed and kissed a drop of strawberry juice off her bottom lip.
"I want to take you out on a date." I kissed her again, strangely nervous. "Have dinner with me tonight."
I lacked the ability to describe why I was so inexplicably drawn to Isla. She was kindhearted, carefree, funny, smart, and a wildcat in the bedroom. Her smile was out of this world, her body… I didn’t even have words for it, same for her beauty. These were all things that explained why anyone would be interested in pursuing her. But it didn’t explain the harsh sting when I thought of letting her go tomorrow. There was more to it, and I had to understand it.
"Is that so smart?" Isla's expression was soft, her eyes bright but her smile hesitant. "It's already going to be hard to say goodbye in the morning."
I wanted to kiss her feet in gratitude for her honesty. She was braver than I, so it was time to man up.
"That’s exactly why," I murmured. "I'm not ready for this to be over. I want to know more about you." I shifted a strand of hair away from her cheek and caressed the spot. "I need to put words to my feelings."
Her smile turned shy. "Okay. I'd love that."
"Good." I exhaled and pressed my forehead to hers. "Would I be able to persuade you to extend your stay?"
"You want that?" The hope in her eyes was unmistakable, and it filled me with relief.
"Very much." I smiled. "I want to explore—" I stopped short before I could finish the sentence with us. "Explore this," I settled on. Could there be something here?
Her own smile was sweet. I had a feeling she
understood me. "Well, a week or two shouldn’t be an issue. It's not like I have a bunch of interviews or tours to go on," she said teasingly. "That’s for successful authors."
"You'll get there." I was sure of it. Her first book would one day be nothing but a lesson learned. "Besides, if you stay longer, I'll get the chance to see you write." I winked.
She laughed. "Okay. Don't you have work, though?"
I nodded. I had a new contract to get started on the day after tomorrow. "I do, but if you're willing to share a bed with me, I can share my study with you."
"Such a gentleman. How can I refuse?" She slid her hands up my arms. "Okay, I'm ready to explore. I don't think I've explored your sexy body enough, either."
I laughed at the minx, but of course my libido came roaring back to life. Pushing me onto my back, Isla climbed on top of me and wriggled her ass over my stiffening cock.
"I'm really excited about this." She dipped down and kissed my chest. "I'll get to see Jack Grady in his natural habitat."
I scoffed, failing to hide my mirth. "You make me sound like an animal, little girl."
"Mmm, a beast, even. A handsome beast with a red pen."
11.
Isla Roe
"No, no. It's okay, baby," Dad said. In a hurry to get dressed, I put him on speaker and left the phone on the bed in my room. "I'm only relieved you two haven't killed each other." I winced at that and put on a thong. "So how long are you staying?"
"I'm not sure…" I eyed the only dress I'd brought. Jack had assured me the date would be casual, so I wasn’t too worried about not having anything fancy to wear. The dress was black cotton with three-quarter length sleeves, and it flared out a little in the skirt. Modest cleavage. "A week, maybe. Two, tops."
I decided to skip a bra, so I slipped into the dress and tightened the sash under my breasts.
"Why would you need two weeks to go through some notes?" Dad wondered.
"He's helping me," I answered. Which wasn’t a lie. "We've already gone through the notes, so now we're going to focus on the future. He told me he's giving me prompts to write short stories where I'll use the information he's given me."
Dad hummed. "That’s nice of him."