by JM LOWE
The now familiar and powerful spasms taking hold in both of them. He had reached down pulling at her nipples and palming her tits as she pumped him deep into her throat, no way was she letting him stop now.
Jacks tried to pull back, he didn’t know if she wanted him to cum in her mouth, but realised she had no intention of letting him go, he looked down to watch her as her swollen lips pumped him and then he saw her fingers working her own pussy and Boom! he was done, couldn’t pull out now if he wanted to.
His eyes closed, his head fell back his hot liquid coated her throat in spirts as he came in her mouth, the spasms ripping through his whole body, through every muscle as she milked him, not stopping until his hips slowed and he had released everything he could give. Best fucking blow job ever and she swallowed every drop, fuck!
He would never get enough of her, ever.
Hannah fell back on the bed, never taking her eyes off Jacks. To watch him as he came in her mouth had sent shock waves straight to her sex, and she knew he had seen her fingering her own pussy and that made her clit throb.
At this point she would lay back and let him watch the whole damn show if that’s what he wanted, he could have anything, he could have everything.
Jacks looked at Hannah, her hair falling around her shoulders framing her face, he could see her juices glistening down fingers and her nipples pushing through the silk of her bra begging for his touch. Red, his new favourite colour.
He had just cum, but was still as hard as steel, she did that to him, made him hard and kept him hard and as much as he had loved having her mouth on his cock, he wanted to bury himself into her tight pussy until she cried his name.
His would be the only name that ever cried from her lips again, he would make damn sure of that.
Hannah beckoned him onto the bed with a curl of her finger, the smile spreading across his face as he closed the distance between them.
"I hope you understand that I have no intentions of letting you out this room until you beg me, I see you wet, dripping for me, I see your perfect fucking tits begging me to suck and play with them, it's my turn now, lose the bra and panties sweetheart, slowly, then I want you to lay against the pillows, bend your knees and spread your legs for me." Jacks had never been so turned on by a woman in his whole life and for the next few hours at least he wanted to help her forget, forget everyone and everything except for just the two of them, she was all that mattered to him at this moment in time and he wanted her to know it.
Hannah listened to him giving her instructions, telling her what he wanted, god she loved how he had taken charge, and she was more than willing to do anything he asked of her.
Taking her bra and pulling the cups down caused her breasts to be pushed up and then opening the front clasp allowing them to fall out of their support, they were large and firm and her nipples puckered as the cold air hit them, Jacks never taking his eyes off her as he started to rub his thumb over the slit of his cock.
She wiggled her hips as she inched her panties down, he focused on the darker patch of wet material between her legs, he loved knowing he was the reason she was so worked up.
Jacks reached down and snagged the wallet from the pocket of his pants, last condom, damn, well at least he would have her tonight, but he definitely needed to sort this little problem tomorrow.
"We don't need condoms Jacks, I'm safe, I have a shot for birth control and I'm clean."
"Thank fuck, so am I, clean I mean. I want to feel you skin on skin. Now open your legs baby." Hannah nodded, keeping her eyes on him as he spoke "Now, slip two of your fingers inside that beautiful pussy for me like you did when you had me in your mouth "
He watched as she followed every command he gave her, he increased the rhythm of his hand as he pumped his hard cock while she slipped her fingers inside, then pulled them out before slipping them back in again, her actions matching his own timing.
Jacks pushed her legs higher, her knees almost touching her shoulders and he positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock rubbing her clit.
Hannah massaged her breasts as Jacks rubbed his cock against the entrance of her sex, he pushed his hips forward and slipped into her in one long hard thrust. Fuck, had never felt anything like it, she was tight and he loved it, he felt his muscles tense as he leaned over her and started pumping, every thrust more intense than the last, shoot him now and he would die happy.
Hannah closed her eyes as he worked her, feeling every inch as he brought her closer to the ecstasy she craved. The tingle beginning to form in her clit as her muscles clenched over and over around his cock.
"Oh Han, I'm not gonna last much longer, cum for me Sweetheart, cum on my hard cock." His words where all she needed, triggering her body into waves of delight as she felt his hot liquid filling her, Jacks reaching his climax at the same time she did.
His muscles tensed as his hips thrust harder, trying to prolong her orgasm, wanting to give as much pleasure as she had him before he slowed his assault. His breathing heavy and rapid, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead; Her breathing was just as hard, she had worked him from underneath, not letting him do all the work, best fuck of his life.
Jacks looked at Hannah as he pulled out of her, now soft and satisfied, and in that moment, he felt a tightening in his chest, he caught his breath as he realised he was never going to be the same again.
Sleep came easy to Hannah, the events of the last few hours finally taking hold of her, Jacks watched as she slept, the rhythm of her breathing calm and peaceful. She was everything, and he had no idea if he would be able to walk away when all this was over, who was he kidding, he couldn’t walk away from her, she was his, had been before she even knew he existed and he wasn’t about to let something like distance get in his way.
The sound of voices drew him into the kitchen where Briggs and Walker where again going over the file, Harry was there, but he was watching Emma through the large glass doors that led to the back yard.
She was sat on a wooden pool chair talking to Connor, Jacks smiled as he recognised the look of jealousy on his friends’ face.
The three men looked up as Jacks walked into room. An acknowledging nod. He sat on a stool, picked up a black and white photograph and studied it.
"Any closer to coming up with a game plan?" He asked still looking at the picture.
"Connor has drawn up a list of things we need, trackers, comms equipment, weapons, that sort of thing, a lot of what we need we should be able to pick up easy enough, I can make a couple of calls. This stuff isn’t gonna be cheap though, but Harry said he has enough to cover it. Once we get what we need, we can try and identify some kind of pattern in his movements, see if we can’t do a little snatch and grab of our own." Walker picked up one of the other pictures "Seems he travels with a minimum of three goons at all times, paranoid much. And like we said earlier, the older woman is probably his mother, she is going to be his weak point, I don't give a shit what anyone says, most fucktards like this have a weak point and she is definitely his. Fucking mamma’s boy"
Jacks shook his head "I think you're wrong about that, his weakness lies in his need for power and this over inflated opinion of his own self-importance. I'm telling you, Hannah is his weakness"
Jacks picked up the picture that Walker had slid towards him. He looked at it, Carlos Sanchez was now seared into his brain, a face he would never forget.
"I have an idea but I need to make a couple of calls first, get my brother Chris to come down and help keep an eye on the girls. The Sanchez mob know Harrys ugly mug so he needs to stay away until we need him to do what he does best and blow shit up, and I am more use hands on than waiting around here." Jacks looked at the men in front of him.
"I know we aren’t following rank anymore, but it just seems right to me if Java takes point on this, you shit heads good with that?" Harry addressed the men sat at the counter as he poured six shots of Jack Daniels, his focus on Jenson.
"Good with what?" Emm
a asked as she and Connor joined the rest of the group.
"Just boys talk, nothing to worry about" Harry watched her as she looked at each of the men in turn before he offered her a glass of JD. Emma shook her head and he smiled, he knew her well enough to know she would turn down the liquor.
"Well, I've had enough excitement for one day so I'm off to bed, I'm gonna need to do a shopping run tomorrow, I didn’t have time to pack before I was whisked off to the hideout from heaven." She walked to the fridge and took out a bottle of water.
"I'm sure Han has a few things you can borrow for a couple of days. We need you to stay here until we take care of things." Harry took a sip of his drink
"Sunday night is laundry night, I have no panties Harry." And choke.
Everyone except Emma and Harry sniggered at her comment and the look on his face. Jacks was loving watching his friend squirm.
"Will see what we can do ok." Walker told her.
"Thank you, Jenson. Night boys " Emma didn’t take her eyes off Harry as she walked past him and up the stairs.
"So, that’s two of you with your balls in girl bags! Fuck sake, this is going from bad to worse." Walker swallowed his drink before grabbing the bottle and pouring himself another finger.
He offered the bottle around and all poured themselves another drink, except Harry who poured himself a double.
"As I was saying" Harry started "It just makes sense for us to fall back into rank and let our good friend Jenson Walker here take the leadership role, do we all agree?" He desperately needed this conversation back on track.
The six men all toasted, clinking glasses before necking the burning liquid and slamming their glasses onto the granite counter.
Jacks excused himself and walked into the large sitting room, took out his phone and dialled.
"Son, everything ok? " Ray Hunter as always answered almost immediately
"Dad, I think I have found a new pie for you to get your fingers into, but first I need to access some of my trust. Oh and your friend who runs the security group that you rave about so much, any chance we can set up a conference call?" Jacks waited, he knew his father would be mulling his words over carefully, Ray Hunter was nothing if not incredibly thorough.
"Ok son, you have my attention." Ray listened as Jacks pitched his proposal, the occasional 'aha, hmm, ok', by the end of the hour-long conversation, the foundation plans were laid and Jacks had his father’s approval to help Hannah and Harry.
He had the means, and he wasn't about to see friend and the woman he loved spend every penny they had keeping her alive when it was pocket change to him, wait, 'woman he loved' shit, where the hell did that come from. A sudden feeling of realisation coming over him, well I'll be damned. Jacks smiled to himself. Who was he kidding, he had been in love with her since before he met her.
As he walked back into the kitchen, there was just Harry and Jenson left, the others having retired to their rooms. Harry looked at his friend, the strain clearly showing on his face.
"Ok, made a couple of calls, Chris is gonna be here in a few hours to help keep an eye on the girls, and the cost of all equipment is covered, we just need to get things moving, we can set up a temporary HQ here, we have unlimited use of the place for as long as we need it, just don't steal the family silver."
Harry frowned as he listened "Hold up, come again, what do you mean costs are covered?"
"Just what I said, things have changed, this isn't just about keep your sister safe anymore Harry, this is about keeping my girl safe and I will do whatever it takes." Jacks knew Harry would object, his pride wouldn't allow him to take charity, Jacks also knew the renovations on the Bar would have all but cleaned the business account out and Harry would have to borrow to get the finances together to fund operation Hannah, they had Briggs to thank for that genius name.
"Jacks, that's not why I called you, I can’t..." Harry shook his head
"It’s done, let me do this, I need to do this, like I told you yesterday, she matters." The two big men shook hands, Jacks felt a sense of relief that Harry had been willing to let him offer one more avenue of help.
"Hate to break up this bromance shit." Jenson cleared his throat "This is all very touching now that Jacks here is in the fucking love bubble, yes I said love bubble, but unless you're Stevie fucking Wonder, Harry Taylor you my friend have a problem almost the same size as Operation Hannah. I could slap Briggs round the head for coming up with that piece of crap."
Harry opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, opened, closed...
"Are you a fucking Guppy?" Jacks laughed
"Seriously, couldn't you keep your fucking mouth shut?" Harry glared at Jacks who put his hands up.
"Not me my friend, my lips have stayed sealed." Jacks looked and nodded in Jenson’s direction.
"That would be our Emma, she has been salivating over you every time you walk, talk, fucking breathe in her direction and YOU are like a tongue tide teenager with blue balls, fuck sake man, either bang her and get it out of your system or go tell the girl what we all know and that is that you’re in love with her." Jenson stood, cracking his neck.
"I... fuck sake, first him" Harry started pointing at Jacks "And now you, what the fuck is it with you two and me and Emma?"
"Play dumb asshole, your choice, maybe Connor can ask her out on a date when all this is over" Jenson waited, nothing "No, I didn't think so. Now I suggest you take this time to think what you want before you let that girl walk away with someone else, when did I turn into Dear fucking Deidre, and with that you pansies, I need my beauty sleep. Don't you ladies stay up to late." Jenson Walked from the room.
Jacks slipped into the bed beside Hannah and pulled her to him, spooning her to his chest. She nuzzled into him but didn't wake and he liked that she felt safe with him. No, he loved that she felt safe with him, being with her had helped him make the decision he had been fighting for months.
CHAPTER NINE
Carlos Sanchez paced, his patience wearing thin, very thin. So far Hannah Taylor hadn’t been located, he'd had eyes on her for a few weeks, establishing her movements, establishing a pattern. He has almost given the go to take her a few days ago, but had held off, to many witnesses, oh how he hated witnesses, and now she had gone, fucking gone. Someone would pay for that little mistake.
He was sure someone inside his circle must have tipped her off, they would pay when he found out who it was, why else would several men all descend on the stupid bar she ran, she had been seen leaving with them, her and her friend Emma, yes that was the blondes name, she had gone with them, who did they think they were? He was growing impatient, the more he thought about her, the more he needed to see her die, to watch her as the last seconds of her life were squeezed from her body.
She was becoming too much of a distraction, time to draw her out, take the one thing she had left that connected her to her dead father, yes, the little bitch would hurt before she died. Carlos Sanchez smiled as he made the call.
His breathing pace increased as the thought of having her on her knees in front of him filled his head, his dick twitched and he gave it the softest of rubs. It was time to finish this, he had waited too long.
The kitchen at Jacks Parents house was a buzz with activity when Hannah walked in, she hadn't felt Jacks leave her, figured he had left her to sleep after the hours of pleasure they had shared, he knew she would be exhausted.
The smell of hot fresh coffee filled the room and she needed food. None of that living on air and water crap for her.
"Morning boys" she addressed the room, but her eyes were on Jacks and he gave her a wink as she stood at the counter, she felt herself blush, sure the others had heard her last night, Jacks had followed through on his promise to make her scream his name and she had, more times than she could recall.
Each of the men returned her greeting before Jenson picked up his mug of coffee and nodded towards the dining room, an indication to Briggs, Jacks and Connor that he needed to speak to the
m and it wasn't for her ears.
Hannah and Emma had talked this morning and had come to the conclusion that they needed to let Harry and Jacks and everyone else do what they needed to do and not to try and interfere. No point stamping her feet like a spoilt child just because she couldn't get her own way.
She knew they wouldn't do anything that wasn't necessary to keep her safe and she wasn't about to put any of them in danger by doing something stupid.
"Hi, I'm Chris." Another tall model lookalike stood and offered Hannah his hand. Who were these people? Did this entire group of men come from HOTDNA.COM?
"Hi, Hannah." she smiled as she shook his hand and looked at his face. He looked a lot like Jacks, in fact they could almost pass for twins, but she knew he was a couple of years younger.
Jacks had told her that Chris would be coming, she hadn't liked the idea of someone else coming to her aid, of putting someone else who didn’t know her in danger, especially when he told her that Chris hadn't been in the military, instead he had gone to university back in England and had started working for their father’s business as soon as he had graduated.
"Nice to meet you Hannah. Sorry it’s not in better circumstances." he smiled as he buttered some toast. "So, how you holding up?"
"I’m ok, I guess, just wish all this was over." Hannah paused "Actually, if I’m honest Chris, I just want to go home." she took a sip of the coffee she had poured while they talked.
"They are good at what they do Hannah, try not to worry." Chris tried to offer her reassurance, but was failing spectacularly she thought.