by Treva Harte
"I don't care if the whole cleaning crew comes in to applaud," he said, "But I think we could get a lot more comfortable if- Jen, don't. I can't think when you do that. Oh, hell."
She saw his eyes half shut as she squeezed again. He had gotten so hard, so fast. But then he hadn't really felt anything but hard all this time, even after he had pumped into her. Had she done that to him?
She wanted to purr. She damn well had done that.
"I want to touch you, too, Jack," she whispered. "Don't make me wait. I love seeing you get bigger."
"Jen, no!" He half-groaned, half-laughed. "Wait. Just let me get you—hon, hang on."
"No!" she laughed, too, but her fingers tightened again.
"Damn, Jen, if you don't stop I won't do any better than last- Jen, wait!" Suddenly he moved. "Jen, here, let me give you something to tide you over."
He moved her hand firmly away and put his own hands on her, stroking her, exciting her, spreading her apart with his fingers. She felt heat licking through her again and she sensed more than saw him kneel between her legs. She was wet. Soaking.
"Here you go," he said.
She felt like she would levitate when his tongue brushed her clit.
"Jack, I haven't—we haven't—I haven't even cleaned up from last time," she muttered.
"Shut up, Jen. I don't care. Trust me, this isn't my usual style. None of this is my usual style but I can taste you and me together and—" His tongue was dancing on her again. "God, you taste good."
She wanted to scream but Jack's warning vaguely ran through her head. The door was closed but they were in his office and—she tried desperately to swallow the noise of her loud cries.
"Oh, no," Jack's voice rumbled. "Don't hold back on me. Not ever again."
His teeth nibbled and she had to cry out. His mouth and tongue knew what to do to drive her insane. It felt like last time. Better than last time even as the tension became unbearable. Finally she heard her own cries. His fingers thrust into her pussy and she moaned. She soared, fast, blazing hot, into orbit.
When the haze cleared from her eyes, she saw Jack grinning at her.
His eyes, however, were glittering again.
"Now let's get out of here. Maybe we can make it to the car before I get into you again." He stood up. "Damn it, maybe not. Hurry!"
"If I can walk." Jen tried to smile, too, but her legs began to shake. She couldn't button her clothes up properly. Her fingers didn't want to respond.
"Oh to hell with what people might say." Jack scooped her up and carried her, laughing, into the car. She half-expected more—at least a kiss or a smile—but he didn't look at her as he started the engine.
Jennifer wasn't sure if she admired his self-control or wanted to hit him for his ability to keep away from her. Despite everything they'd already done, she was desperate for him. So desperate that she clutched hard at the car seat to keep from grabbing at him. She'd been without a man for a long time. Now he'd turned her into a sex maniac.
They drove a mile or two before he suddenly pulled into a deserted parking lot.
"Jen." Jack's voice was very gentle.
"Yes?"
"Call me an asshole if you want—"
"Gladly."
"Funny. Call me anything you want after I ask this question but answer it first." He forced her to look at him as he spoke. "Jen, why?"
She could have evaded the question for a little while at least, but she knew he would get an answer from her one way or another. She swallowed.
"I don't know," she said. "I'm not—I feel like I've fallen over and hit my head and haven't come out of shock yet, Jack. Yesterday I swear I wasn't even thinking of you like that. At least I don't think so. I must have been on some level, I know, but I—This is all overwhelming to me. Why did you?"
She asked the question flippantly, but she saw his eyes and swallowed again. She wasn't sure now she was ready for the response.
"Jen, before I answer that I need to remind you of something I swear I just thought of myself." He let out a breath of air. "I didn't protect myself or you. Did you use anything?"
She opened her mouth, shut it again. What an idiot she was. She'd done it again. OK, she hadn't been thinking of having sex with anyone until about an hour or so ago, but what idiot let herself in for all the problems she had faced for the past two years because she forgot. A second time.
She shook her head.
He sighed, just a little, once again.
"No, of course not. Jen, no matter what, I'm not sorry about this. I'm going to be with you again and again for as long as you want me. Hell, for as long as you let me. I'm not even sure how much you want me right now—"
"Jack, I—"
How much she wanted him? Just a universe of want.
"Jen, let me get this out fast before we start anything more. I need to be honest with you. God, I hope you'll understand."
"There's nothing you could say that I wouldn't understand."
"I hope so. First, Jen, I swear I'll take care of protection next time, but I was out of my head. I can't remember when I ever—hell, I've never been like that before. Honest to God, Jen, you're my own personally addictive drug. I can't think straight right now except that I know I'm not leaving you. You'll have to throw me out and get an armed guard to keep me away from you. Do you understand me? I'm not Victor—"
"I know that."
"I hope you do. The second thing is, I love Victor, maybe almost as much as you loved—love—him. But I saw you first. I wanted you first."
"What? Jack, I've been Victor's since—I can't remember when I wasn't his girl…"
"I can." His face set hard as he ground out the words. "And I wanted you before that. I wanted you when I figured someone would shoot me if they knew I thought that way about anyone your age. Hell, someone should've shot me. I wanted you about the time I figured out you were a girl and had started to grow breasts."
"Jack, you're kidding me."
"Do you remember when my parents finally decided I could be released from boarding school—my mother was living here with someone from the German embassy that year—and I entered high school? We hadn't seen each other in years. You walked over to say hello and boom! I thought I would swallow my tongue."
Jen remembered the adolescent who had refused to meet her eyes at first and mumbled a greeting to her. She knew he had been all over Europe and had been disappointed, since she had imagined a more sophisticated image. She certainly hadn't thought he was thinking—
"A kid's crush—"
"Jennifer."
"Yes?"
"I'm older than you. OK, not by much, or it doesn't mean as much now that we're older, but I think I've wanted you like a man wants a woman ever since I was old enough to know why I get hard. That isn't refined or elegant or what you should hear, but it's the truth. I kept telling myself you were like my baby sister and I should keep away." His hand touched her jaw, traced up to her ear lobe. Then he pulled his hand away, as if afraid to keep touching.
"Baby sister? Jack!"
"By the time I figured out that Victor wasn't keeping away and he didn't see you as a baby sister, I'd long since missed any chance of you. I wanted you to be happy but then you weren't and I wasn't sure what to do. I knew I couldn't do what I wanted, because you didn't even see me as a man. But I wanted you like one."
"Jack, you've had all those women—" Jen shook her head, as if to clear it.
"Who have I had, babe? List 'em for me."
"My God, there was Sarah and Kaye and, um, Michelle and that redhead—Barbara—Liz—and, well, I don't know all of them! For a while there they were in and out of your house like a parade."
Jack started the car again before he said, "You don't know how glad I am that you at least noticed. Jen, how long did I stay with any of them?"
"Well, you stayed with Kaye about six months."
"She was the longest, Jen. Tell me about Kaye."
"Jack, this is weird. Why do I have to—OK
, I liked Kaye. Maybe I wouldn't like her as much right now if you were with her," she saw his smile and briefly smiled, too, "but she was nice. We could've been friends. She and I had a lot in common…"
"Yes, Jen. What did she look like?"
"Jack! Oh, all right. She had brown hair and eyes and was about as tall as I was and—Jack, I really don't like where this is going…She sort of looked like me."
"You looked alike enough to be sisters." Jack's voice was slurred, almost as if he was drunk. It was probably fortunate they rolled into his driveway then since Jen wasn't sure she could trust his driving ability. "I liked Kaye, too. But I knew what was going on and then Kaye figured it out when she got to know you well enough. She was you, Jen. She was the closest I could get to you. I don't know how to make it plainer. I've always had this—this thing for you. I probably always will. Now, maybe I should be a little more noble and make sure Victor's out of your system for good, but I'm not. I can't be. I mean it when I say you're goin' to have to kick me out and then set up a shotgun for me if you ever want out because I'll be back. You'd probably have to kill me to keep me away. Now that I've had you, Jen, you're goin' to be mine as much as I am yours."
He held out his hand to her.
"Come with me, Jen."
She hesitated. He wasn't inviting her in for tea and they both knew it. All she had to do was turn and walk next door to say no.
Instead she took his hand and followed him.
Now what? she wanted to wail. She'd been Victor's and thought he had been hers. Then there was nothing. Jack wasn't even saying he loved her. He said he got hard because of her and had stayed that way, if she could believe him—and she wanted to—for over a decade.
His obsession could have sounded creepy, but it was getting her hot again, hot enough to walk in his door. Right now the only thing that was important was feeling his hand leading her through the darkened rooms.
Neither of them said anything but neither of them paused. Maybe he couldn't speak. She knew she couldn't. If they stopped for just a moment she would immediately attack him, wherever they were. They walked up the stairs. Lord, how much longer would it take?
She wondered if feeling this way was wrong. Some people would think so. It certainly made her stupid. What if she was pregnant? What of the future? She had a little girl to think of. She had her own sanity to think of.
And she wasn't even able to be properly upset because at last she was inside, in bed and Jack was on top of her again.
"Thank God we made it to the house." He reached his hand out blindly to the bureau near the bed.
He held to his word, she had to admit, as she began to writhe under him. Somehow he got the condom on without much help on her part. She was so far gone she knew the risks and still she just wanted him inside her. Now. No matter what or how or—
"Forget what happens later. Get in me now," she heard herself saying.
His hard cock slid into her. She moaned. How did it keep getting better? How could she keep wanting him even more?
"Done, Jen. Good as done."
Despite his words, for a moment he simply rested his weight on his elbows, not moving. Jennifer opened her eyes.
"What?"
"What indeed? What do you want, Jen? It's dawned on me that you haven't told me what you like. I'm not usually this selfish." Jack grinned at her, that grin contradicting the humble words.
He knew damn well that whatever he did, she liked. Jen frowned. She didn't want to say what she wanted. Somehow that made her—
Oh, damn. Of course she was participating. But she didn't want to admit it. She wanted Jack to keep seducing her. Instead that delicious cock of his slowly, slowly slid out of her.
"You aren't usually shy about saying what you want, Jen."
Did Jack know?
"This is different." Jen swallowed. "I can't."
"Can you show me?" Jack kissed her neck and she relaxed. "Yes, of course you can."
He pulled away her rumpled shirt and let his lips move down her shoulders and almost to her breasts. He paused again. She could feel his tongue lift up under her bra cup and taste her areole.
"Naw. You wouldn't like that." He turned his head and spoke gravely.
Her nipple was already hard. What was he talking about? Oh. Realization dawned.
"You—you tease!" Jen tried not to pant. "Of course I do."
"Gentle?" He barely traced the nipple with his tongue's tip. Jen purred. "Harder?"
He sucked the nipple in, the pressure suddenly forceful and urgent. Jen moaned and her hand moved, almost involuntarily, to bury itself into his hair and hold tight. He stopped again and Jen tried to catch her breath.
"I guess I like it both ways. Maybe you should try again with the other side." Jen tried to sound as serious as he did. "Just to be sure."
"Good idea."
He was still hard. She could feel his cock rubbing up against her as he made his way down her body, testing all the erogenous spots she had. She whimpered, she laughed and pleaded, but he kept going, slowly, deliberately.
"I love your skin, Jen." Jack stroked from waist to hip. Jen let out a soft breath. Why would his touch there make her excited? But it did. Anything he did made her quiver. "It's so soft. So pretty."
She felt the rasp of his chin as he rubbed his face against her stomach. She squirmed. Well, if he was going to tease and touch—She deliberately rubbed her wet pussy in a slow circle against his shoulders and upper chest. Those muscles were hard, too, though not exactly what she wanted.
"Mmmm," was all Jack said in response, but she felt the whiskered rasp slide down. His tongue paused to worry at her pubic curls.
"You're a monster! Please, Jack. I need you."
"Where?" The word reverberated against her clit.
"I need your tongue or your cock or anything inside me. Please, please, Jack. I need you a hundred time more than when you told me it was good as done." Jen could hear her voice crack.
"Well, you're even more done now, aren't you?" The words were amused, but his voice was as shaky as hers.
This time, when his cock finally, finally slid back to where it belonged, Jen wound her legs around his body and clung, just to make sure it stayed there. They were sweaty and Jen would have sworn he couldn't, hard as he was, make things last much longer.
He didn't need to. She came the moment he began to thrust.
But he didn't stop. She climaxed and tried to catch her breath, only to realize that Jack had managed to work up a good, steady rhythm with each movement, one where his penis slid sweetly against her clit with each stroke.
She started to climb right back up toward orgasm. How did Jack know, with just one careful exploration of her body, exactly what would make her endlessly come? She slipped against him, her body was so slicked with sweat. She forced her lungs to get air.
Oh hell. Air was overrated anyhow. Jen could feel herself reaching the edge where she was about to freefall into an even sharper orgasm than before.
No. Not without Jack. Not this time.
Jen clawed at his back and then bit his shoulder. She felt his cock swelling harder inside her. She dug harder into his skin and he gasped. Yes. She wanted him needing as much as she needed, desperate as she was, completed when she was complete.
"Come with me!" she demanded. "I want you to come!"
They hurtled into blinding pleasure together.
Chapter Three
Jen's eyes opened slowly. It wasn't the alarm clock she heard as she had sleepily thought. It was the telephone.
She lifted her head and nearly jumped when she saw a man sit up next to her and grab the phone's receiver. His voice rumbled into the phone. She knew that voice.
Jack.
She put her head back down on the pillow. No wonder she was so tired. So sore. No wonder she felt so good. How could she have forgotten anything, even though she had been exhausted? She was in Jack's bedroom. Next to Jack.
His hand came down and absently caressed he
r shoulder as he spoke. She was so tired that she almost drifted right back to sleep under that comforting touch. Then she heard the sharpness in Jack's tone and jolted back awake.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me that in the first place?" he snapped. "Yes, of course I'll come down, Lisa. I can make time for an emergency. I'll call when I have the reservations."
"Jack, what time is it? What's wrong?" Jen sat up, the sheet dropping from her body.
She pulled it back up as he glanced down at her. She saw the white gleam of his teeth in the dark as he grinned.
"You got something to hide there, hon?"
"I guess not." Jen slowly put the sheet down, thinking back about what they had been doing for almost the whole night.
"It's about two o'clock in the morning, Jen. That was my stepmother. After pussyfooting around, she finally deigned to tell me that she was calling from the hospital. My father had a heart attack."
The words had no particular emotion in them.
"A serious one?"
"It doesn't seem that way. But my father wants me to come down as soon as possible. It has finally occurred to him that he may not live forever. He wants me to handle a few legal issues—not that I could be his lawyer, of course. But I can review what he has in mind and sign for some things."
"Oh. I'll be—sorry to see you gone. Oh my God! I need to get back to my house anyhow. The girls will be ready to call the police." She'd never forgotten about them or her Vicky. Never before this.
"I called your sisters already." Jack sounded as though his mind wasn't on his words. "While you were asleep."
"Oh." Jen pondered the explanations she would have to make. It would be worse in some ways than trying to tell her parents.
"Jen, come with me. Please."
"Me?" Jen gaped at him. "But—well, I guess the boss would understand but—well, there is Vicky—and—"
"Bring her, too." Jack got up from the bed and began to pace. "I'd appreciate it if you came along. Both of you. Really. And, no, not just because I'm dying to keep my grubby hands on you for the weekend, although that has a real big appeal as well."
Jen thought about Jack's bitter words during her birthday.