Everything You Need: Everything For You Trilogy Book 1

by Bailey, Orla

  I’m spread face down over a table with my posh frock thrown over my back and my knickers, a ripped rag at my feet but I’m his lady.

  His voice lowers. “Are you sure it’s me you want to fuck with?” He chooses this moment to push a little further inside and jerks his body sending a frisson up my spine.

  Even in my state I can see his question could be interpreted more ways than one. Is that what he’s doing to me? Shamelessly, I try to gain fuller penetration but he still prevents it. I ignore the less favourable alternative to his question that has played on my mind long enough already and take him literally. I groan my appreciation. “You.”

  He enters a little more, stretching my body slowly. I don’t know how he can control himself this much. He’s rock hard and pulsing. I hear the frustration of anticipation in the tenor of his voice.

  “You don’t want to fuck that upstart who thinks he can take what’s mine?” He’s still seething over Ben Gunn.

  “No. I didn’t… It wasn’t… Only want you. Please.” A frustrated sob emerges from my lips. I can’t reason with him when we’re both like this. I shudder uncontrollably. If he wants to punish me by delaying sex it only makes me more excited. And snippy. But he’s close to losing it too. “I don’t think you’re in any position to withhold sex.”

  He bites off a laugh. “I’m the only one in any position to.”

  “You’re a brute!”

  “How lucky for you.”

  We’re angry with each other and I’m losing the will to fathom why. But he finally has an answer he can live with. Jack strikes home, withdraws and pounds into me over and over. Each moan I make pitches higher as his body blends with mine, I arch off the table and he reaches forward and rolls my nipples between his fingers.

  “You’re close,” he says.

  “Too close.” I stiffen, each muscle in my body a tightening spiral of fraught delight nearing the tipping point.

  His knowledge of my body’s reaction reveals a wealth of experience with other women’s bodies but I don’t have the mental capacity to hold on to that thought right now.

  “Don’t come yet,” he warns me.

  “No, Jack.” My groan is one of frustration. “Don’t make me wait.” I’m too on edge. If he moves a single millimetre I’m gone, yet I want to please him. “Don’t know if I can stop.” My limbs start to shake.

  “You can.” The Boss can be so tough. He continues to slide in and out in a relentless rhythm, driving me beyond anything I’ve ever known.

  I’m reduced to instinct and impulse as I fight to contain the inevitable. I know I can’t but I try. I really try yet each stroke makes it less likely I’ll ever be able to succeed.

  “I’m there. I can’t…” My voice is an octave higher than normal. I can barely speak.

  “Now,” he relents on a growl. “Let go. Hard, kitten.” He fists his hand at the nape of my neck and tugs my head back so he can steal my breath into his mouth as I erupt like a volcano beneath him.

  He’s wiping Ben Gunn from my body and my mind.

  My limbs grow rigid and my sex tightens yet liquefies together. I scream as the world spirals down around me. Jack pounds into my eternal fall until he stiffens and releases all his pent up frustration in one hot hard stream after another. My internal muscles capture him covetously to me. In nature’s reversal, my body forces his to comply as he empties himself, wave after wave.

  Expelling air from his lungs, he grinds out a harsh curse against my lips. His weight collapses over me, spent but for the minute little involuntary tremors which course through both our bodies as the aftershocks hit repeatedly, subsiding in their infinitely measured fade.

  “Hold me, Jack.” I need his arms around me as I plummet into a deep emotional whirlpool.

  He raises himself by one arm and drags me with him, standing, pulling me back against him. One splayed hand caresses my sensitive breast gently as we both descend from the impact of our shattering. My head lolls back against his chest.

  “Why can’t I stay mad at you, kitten?”

  “I’ve done nothing wrong.” I feel his heart pounding against my back. Happily sealed in his embrace, I pretend for a moment Jack wants me the way I’ve always wanted him. “That man grabbed me.”

  “It’s a problem a man might have around you,” he concedes.

  I laugh. “Can’t say I’ve noticed.”

  Jack swats me playfully for my cheek. “Well this grab-and-go at least took the edge off.”

  I’m shocked. Jack carefully withdraws letting my dress drop to the floor around me. I right the bodice and clutch it to me shyly, quickly reverting to type after being so wanton and uninhibited. He deals with the condom, tossing it in a little silver waste basket beneath the table, adjusts his clothing and we’re back where we started, if with a touch more equilibrium between us.

  Looking me squarely in the face, he angles my head between his hands until our eyes meet. “Now I’ll take the time to enjoy you properly. The way you should be enjoyed.”

  He returns to the elevator, retrieves his jacket and digs out the little key from his pocket. He turns my back to him, opens the padlock releasing the necklace, placing both items on the table and massaging my neck with his fingers.

  “Just so you know, this little padlock came from a collection at the jewellers, not some seedy little sex shop.” The expression of amusement on Jack’s face makes me laugh.

  “So it’s a charm.”

  “Worked for me.” He bites my neck impulsively. Just so I know.

  Without allowance for my post-coital, introverted state of being, he lowers my zip and drops the dress to the floor in a pool of red. He lifts me free of it effortlessly by the waist, as potent still as I am sated and weakened and he kicks the dress free, careless it cost thousands. It’s outlived its usefulness. I try not to consider the symbolic nature of that action, too much. I’m exposed before him, naked in my heels, whilst he remains fully clothed behind me.

  “I could admire your beautiful curves all night long.” His hand travels the contours of my spine, stroking, raising shivers of delight to the surface of my skin. “I might do that. Later. When I’m done with you.”

  I grin over my shoulder, heedless of the completely possessive nature of his remark. “And when do I get to admire yours?”

  “As I please,” he teases.

  He undoes each cuff-link and places them on the table beside the necklace. Observing these objects discarded upon the altar of our carnal lust seems a fitting tribute to the gods of licentiousness. We have branded each other in so many little ways.

  Stripping out of his shirt slowly, he allows me a scant glance to admire his toned upper body, but thwarts any attempt to turn to him or touch. He knows so well how to excite me and my barely disguised but mounting interest, amuses him.

  He removes each little diamond clip from my hair until it tumbles in soft curls about my shoulders. As his fingers play though the lengths, he lifts a strand to his face inhaling my scent before tucking it over one shoulder to bare my back to him again.

  Jack lowers his lips to the base of my neck, nuzzling and sucking in a gentle vacuum, lifting the flesh away from my bones. He trails one forefinger down the curved groove of my spine raising a shudder which rolls through me bringing my anticipation for his body again to high alert. His hand descends and I twist round to watch him over my shoulder as he explores my shape.

  “There’s a thousand more ways I want to enjoy you.” He nibbles the curve of my neck.

  “Should I be scared?”

  “You’re done being scared.”

  I lean against his chest feeling everything will be alright as his arms wrap around my waist and one palm runs up to cup my breast. He tweaks the nipple between his thumb and finger until I keen softly in the blissful glow it affords me.

  Jack’s other hand splays across my stomach. His thumb dips in my navel swirling around until my hips start to rock involuntarily and I feel him stir behind me. So soon? Long fin
gers align themselves downwards as he slides his hand lower and lower until their very tips descend onto the triangle of flesh at the base of my belly. He stiffens.

  Shit. I forgot.

  “If there’s anything you have to tell me, now might be your last chance.”

  Time ceases as I stop breathing.

  His fingers roam cautiously over and around the gem-encrusted nude flesh as if he’s making sense of what he finds beneath the pads of his fingers. His abrupt heartbeat tells me he’s stunned and fascinated. The sudden kick of his erection tells me he’s aroused by what he’s found.

  I twist my neck to see his eyebrows arch in abject surprise. I know no woman has ever shocked Jack in quite this way before and I’m glad I’ve managed to give him a first too. Whatever he’s done in the past without me, whatever he does in the future, this one will always be mine.

  “What have we got here?” There’s clear excitement in his voice.

  I’m thrilled to have created a unique moment for Jack and me but I’m apprehensive too. I remember the three little words I chose. As he turns me, I resist. It’s futile when he’s so much stronger and infinitely more determined. I crush myself against him so he can’t see the vajazzle.

  “Don’t Jack. Don’t look.” Suddenly I’m shy as a virgin bride.

  “Show me what you’ve done.” He means business.

  “Don’t make me.” I wriggle my bare skin even closer.

  He lifts my line of sight to his. “I want to see. To see you. All of you.” He waits for compliance, so certain I’ll obey simply because he demands it. His expression is unyielding. “I’m waiting.”

  “Take the rest of your clothes off first, Jack. Please?” It’ll be so much easier if he’s not standing half-dressed whilst I’m so naked. Worse than naked. Bejewelled.

  “If that’s what you want.” He hunkers down to undo his shoelaces, his face indecently close to the site of my mischief as I swiftly cover the evidence with both hands. He stands again to remove his shoes and socks, both of us laughing at my resistance and his trickery.

  He folds his arms. “Now might be best.”

  “All your clothes?” I prompt running my eyes to the waistband of his trousers and back up again, delaying the inevitable.

  “Do it like ripping a plaster off,” he suggests. “In one go. Less painful that way.”

  “Tell me about it.” I remember the waxing I needed to get done first.

  “Enough, Tabitha. Show me what you’ve done.” I know that voice. The Boss won’t let me hinder him any longer.

  I lose all confidence. “Don’t be mad.” I take a step backwards and closing my eyes, remove my hands.

  The room is weighted with one long protracted silence.

  “Look at me.”

  I’m far too self-conscious. Jack takes my hand then steadies my gaze on his before he allows his eyes to roam back down my body. Every muscle I possess tightens as his vision focuses on the glittering proclamation.

  He doesn’t betray a single emotion. I’m horrified. No smile. No frown. Instantly I want to run and hide. I throw both hands back over the whole sorry mess.

  “I’m not done looking,” he growls. He hunkers down again.

  Oh God, he’s annoyed. His fingers trail between the gems drawing chills across my nude skin and a tightening of my nipples. He traces each letter, each word but doesn’t say a word. I can’t imagine what he’s thinking. Except it’s bad. Really bad.

  Suddenly his mouth is on my flesh. He lips and suckles and tongues each word over and over until I yearn for his mouth to be more intimately attached. I curl fingers through his dark hair encouraging him to go deeper. Longings take over, casting inhibitions aside.

  He leans back and looks up at me then rises slowly to his feet. My heart crashes against my rib cage like a wild animal desperate to escape the confines of an unaccustomed cage. This was one big mistake.

  “Fuck you Jack?” He speaks slowly. Deliberately. “Fuck. You. Jack.” Repeatedly he intonates the three words written on my body. My very mixed message. It was a monumental mistake.

  I step backwards once more and turn to the bathroom to hide away. His arms close around me in one second flat and he hefts me round and over his shoulder. He paces swiftly to the huge dining table over by the floor to ceiling glass windows and sits me on the edge, rolling me down onto my back to lie on top. He climbs up, kneeling over me, pushing me back up the table, caging me securely inside the frame of his body. I have no chance of running now.

  “Fuck you Jack?” He growls the missive back at me. I’m mortified. It seemed extremely funny at the time. It doesn’t seem anywhere near as amusing now.

  “I wanted this time to be gentle and slow,” he informs me. “I’ve had a change of heart.”

  Oh God, a second territory-claiming fuck in five minutes.

  His head lowers to my nipple and he sucks hard enough to make me cry out. He moves his head to the other side and repeats the torment. When he raises up to stare at me, his pupils are dilated. He’s very turned on, his erection pressing huge and heavy between his body and his trousers, but I still don’t know exactly what he thinks about the message.

  “Fuck you Jack?”

  “Don’t keep saying it,” I protest. It’s clear enough he doesn’t like it. I wish I could make it go away.

  “I really don’t need to keep saying it, do I? You’ve said it loud and clear. In a blaze of glory.” He plunges two fingers inside me and slides them in and out, repeating the phrase rhythmically as he does. “Fuck you Jack. Fuck you Jack.” His thumb traces the letters again and again, sending me crazy.

  Despite everything I feel, my body is singing out for his. He’s so intense, so focused and determined on making me react I escalate straight towards orgasm again. Jack crawls down the length of my body nipping and sucking at my breast and belly as he goes. My breathing is erratic, my senses heightened.

  He nudges my knees apart and kneels between my thighs staring intently at my message again, almost transfixed. His thumbs turn distracting little circles higher and higher up my inner thighs. When he reaches the very apex, they begin their devastating work over my sex until I’m practically leaping off the table.

  His mouth replaces his thumbs and he laps and suckles until I cry out his name. He stops.

  “Don’t stop.”

  He kneels back on his heels. “Explain it.”

  I pant like a bitch on heat. “A mixed message,” I gasp.

  His eyebrows wing. “Multiple versions to explain then.” He’s so not letting me off the hook.

  “Then can I come?” I plea-bargain tentatively.

  His eyes narrow. “Depends on what I hear. You have your place at the board table.”

  “On it,” I correct.

  He barks a laugh. “Present your campaign to the board, Miss Caid. Talk.”

  I throw my arm over my eyes beyond embarrassed.

  He doesn’t let me away with it. “Have the courage of your convictions. Hands down.”

  I recognise that tone and swiftly comply but I stare at the ceiling instead. I just can’t look him in the eye.

  “I would prefer your eyes on me. How can I trust what you say if you won’t look me in the eye?”

  I’m such a walk-over when he has me like this. I decide to give him the good version first. “It means I want to fuck you, Jack.”

  Hyper-alert for signs of imminent danger, I notice his hidden smile as much as he tries to keep it under wraps. He’s teasing me on purpose. He isn’t really mad about the vajazzle at all. He’s entertained by it. I’m being put through the wringer for nothing. Anger gets the better of me.

  I launch. “And it means you can fuck off!”

  He hardens before my eyes giving me the Look. “Can I now?”

  He flips open his trousers one-handed without removing his eyes from mine. Unzipping and lowering them along with his black Dior boxers, his hand searches out another handy condom from his pocket. I stare, lips parted, at the hu
ge rampant erection as he expertly sheathes it. I’m a little intimidated by the colossal shaft despite having already experienced its competence. Or perhaps because of it.

  He lifts one of my legs into the crook of his arm and slams into me driving me up the table as I gasp. He drags me back down over his thighs staying buried inside me but ceases all movement. Frustration washes over me at the sudden lack of friction.

  “Don’t torment me,” I beg him.

  I squirm to find the abrasion I need. “Not one muscle,” he orders.

  He swells and lengthens and I feel his flesh jump even though he doesn’t appear to be moving. It stimulates my nerve endings so subtly I want to scream at him to skip the twisted foreplay and move things along to the conclusion. He keeps me hovering until prickles of high-pressured tension gather between my brows, like there’s a storm building just before the weather breaks. I mewl like a drowning kitten.

  How he can be so self-controlled I don’t know but I spot the thin sheen of sweat beading his golden skin. He’s not unaffected by his sport. When I can’t stand the stasis any longer and my blood thickens and slows, I thrash in desperation but he grabs my hands and holds them fast at my hips. He seems fascinated by my struggle to reach him but I close my eyes, blocking him out.

  “Open your beautiful eyes, Tabby. I want to understand every part of you.”

  “Then finish this,” I plead but with eyes wide open, as requested.

  “As soon as I know what you mean.” His eyes flash to the design where our bodies meet, sending us both a little more crazy with longing. My toes curl.

  “I mean it the first way.” I cave in immediately, disgusted with my weakened will. I just can’t stand up to his brazen torture.

  “Which way?”

  I sense the cost to him in the gravel of his voice and the taut grimace on his face and wonder which one of us would submit first in a real battle of wills. But I end the impasse, even though it’s almost too hard to speak. It’s time he knew the truth. “I’ve wanted to make love with you since I was eighteen. I was ready then. You’ve made me wait four years. Four years, Jack.” Even now I can’t tell him how I felt about him then. Especially now.