by Joya Ryan
He scoffed, then looked at me. “Sorry you asked now, huh?”
“No, the opposite,” I said, overwhelmingly happy. That small glimpse of Jack was worth his weight in gold. He loved his mother and came from humble means. Certain pieces of this tricky puzzle started connecting.
I was going to ask more, but he leaned forward, the strong expression of master of dominance and control, was back in place. We were face to face. He looked me dead in the eye.
“Now, you tell me a secret,” he said in a gravelly tone. Whatever shifted in Jack, I didn’t know. But heat buzzed from him, and I knew that happy feeling time was over. Back was the sexy in-command man that looked at me like I was candy.
I didn’t know why the shift. But I was caught in his spell.
“Um…” I bit my lip. I had a lot of secrets, most I didn’t want to share, because it would just make them more real. I looked at him, trying to breathe in some of his buzzing energy, and get to the same place he was: humming.
I may be on my knees, but I could change the subject too. My hands were still on his thighs. Instead of my coaxing, supportive rub earlier, my path was slow, my target obvious.
“I was thinking that I wanted to try a few of the spreads you got.” I glanced at the table, then back at Jack.
“That’s not a secret.”
“I know, but…” I wiggled between his knees even further and placed a kiss on his lower torso. His breath hissed. “I’m hungry.” Another kiss. “And I’ve never…”
With my face against his hard stomach, I felt, then saw his cock swelling in his thin pants. Just enough of a sign that maybe I could do this. Maybe he’d let me…or teach me.
“Lana.” He cupped my face and tilted it, so my chin brushed his belly button as he forced me to look up at him. “Are you saying you’ve never sucked a man’s cock?”
I closed my eyes. He turned my face gently, reminding me to keep them open and not look away, even when I was unsure. His words played through my mind from the first night I’d met him.
I held his dark stare. “No. I’ve never done that.”
“Do you want to?”
His dick throbbed even harder in anticipation of my answer. I was nervous, but one thing was certain: “Yes, I do. But I don’t know, exactly…how. Will you teach me?” I asked.
“There’s nothing to be taught. Like sex, you do what feels right. But understand that this act is no exception to what I told you about my preferences. I can be rough.”
I nodded. “You haven’t dished out anything I haven’t liked so far,” I said honestly, because I’d handled a lot already. And he’d proven to be the man to show me how to take it. “I trust you.”
I gave in to the truth of that. I did trust Jack. He had taken my body to its limits, and never pushed me past the point into fear. It was time I step up and be the woman I wanted to be. The woman he helped me be.
“But you need to understand something too,” I said, and reached behind me, grabbing the peach jam off the table, “I was serious when I said I was hungry.”
I could have sworn I saw Jack take a stutter swallow. Could I be getting to him? Tempting him past his restraint and keeping him in the moment? I tugged on his pants, and his cock sprang free. Thick and long, and this was the first time I’d had an up-close view.
I simply stared for a moment, which I knew I was doing. What I hadn’t realized was that I was licking my lower lip while doing so.
“That’s not very nice, baby,” he rasped. “Flashing that pretty mouth right in front of me, teasing me.”
I looked up at him and smiled. “Well, I’d never want to tease you. Surely there’s no fun in that, right?”
His gaze narrowed and, yeah, he was getting a taste of his own medicine from when he kept me on edge.
I opened the jar of peach jam, took a little out with my finger and rubbed it along the crown. Going slow, I felt every ridge and the smoothness of him. I spread the jam all along the head, around and around, drawing small circles until the entire tip was covered. Then, I sucked my finger clean.
“Jesus, you’re driving me crazy on purpose.”
I shook my head, my eyes riveted to his impressive length. “No, just learning you.”
I leaned in, unsure what to do first. Simply lick? No, he’d used the word suck earlier. Had I ever sucked a man? I’m sure licking was involved, but I’d get to that.
Closing my mouth around the entire crown, I sucked, flicking my tongue to lick at the jam as I did.
“Fuck, baby,” he said on a strangled breath. He sounded pained.
I shot up immediately, his cock popping from my mouth. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry. Did I do it wrong?”
“No.” he smiled, and ran his fingers through my hair. “You have me on the brink already.”
“Really? But I haven’t—”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. And it’s the God damn teasing beforehand that’s making it hard for me to hold out.”
I gave a sheepish smile. “So, I suppose I should just…” I kept my eyes on his and licked the tip. His fingers tightened in my hair. “Do something like that?” Another lick.
“There you go with that teasing again.”
I swirled my tongue around and around, pausing only to say, “What happens when I tease you?” With innocent sarcasm, I looked up at him, daring him to show me. Because I wanted him to. Wanted him to lose himself to me. Just for a moment, the way I lost myself to him.
With one hand holding the majority of my hair at the back of my head, he cupped my chin in his free hand and coaxed my mouth to close around his cock.
“Keep your mouth on me,” he said. I nodded as he moved his hand from my chin to the chair he sat in. His muscles bulged as he levered himself off the seat enough to move his hips.
“You want this, baby?” he asked.
I nodded again.
He flexed his hips the way he did when he fucked me. The motion sent his cock deep into my mouth, then pulled it back. He flexed again. Rolling his hips slowly, pushing and retreating in and out. Every time, the suction I had intensified. Something he must have felt, because he groaned.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said between gritted teeth. His whole body was tense. Wetness pooled between my legs just watching him. The way he rolled his hips, the way his stomach flexed and his chest drew tight as he moved in and out of my mouth the way he would my core. It was incredible to witness his strong body moving.
“You like this? Me fucking this pretty mouth?”
I answered by flicking my tongue along his shaft. He grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He went slow, steady. Each time, going just a fraction deeper. He didn’t shove or quicken his pace. He took his time, letting me adjust. I ran my hands up his thighs and to his hips. I wanted to feel what I was seeing. Feel him move.
“What are you doing to me?” he rasped, and I didn’t know if he knew he’d said it out loud. But he was lost. The look of raw pleasure on his face was all it took to spark my need for him into overdrive. He took pleasure from me. And I gave it. Pride soared.
When he pumped inward again, he hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed in reaction.
“Ah, fuck!” he said, and hit that spot again, causing me to swallow around him once more. “Yes, baby, just like that. You’re so good. So fucking good.”
I realized that when I swallowed, my throat contracted around him, and that was something that seemed to drive him wild. So, I did it again and again. Grabbing his hips a little tighter, I went to try to take him deeper, but he pulled back.
“I’m going to come,” he said, and went to pull all the way out. Instinct took over, and my tight grip turned to claws, keeping him in my mouth.
I sucked hard, hoping he’d get the message that I wanted to experience this whole thing. Start to finish.
That dark heat came out and his eyes flickered with wicked lust.
“You want me to stay, huh?” he growled. He pumped deep into my
throat. “Then you’re going to take all of me. Swallow me down.”
With that, he thrust deep, and a hot liquid splashed against the back of my throat. I watched his body shudder as lash after lash coated my tongue, and I did as he said and took it all.
He groaned. He slowly withdrew. I didn’t have time to right myself before he ordered, “Stand up.”
I did. He yanked my pants down and off, leaving me bare and him at eye level. He grabbed one of my legs and placed my foot on his thigh. I had to hold his head for balance.
“Are you wet, baby?” he asked, cupping my ass and bringing me to his mouth.
“Yes,” I sighed when his tongue hit my clit. He growled against me, the vibrations making me shudder.
“You’re soaking. Just from sucking me off.”
“Yes,” I said again.
He licked madly at my clit, and thrust his tongue inside me. I threw my head back and screamed, because an instant orgasm took me over. I had no idea I was that close, but bringing Jack pleasure turned me on to the point of no return.
He licked at me until I was spent, then he stood. Keeping me in his grasp, he lifted me up, and I instantly wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried us toward the bedroom.
His cock was still semi-hard and prodded my entrance. I buried my face in his neck, and moaned at the feeling.
“I promise I’ll feed you,” he said. “But I just need a little more of you first. I may keep you captive for the whole weekend.”
I lifted my face to meet his eyes.
“Is it protocol to ask a woman to stay the whole weekend with you?” I teased, and nipped his chin.
He growled. “It is now. So long as you are the woman.”
He tossed me on the bed, grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and was sheathed and covering me in record time. Kissing me hard and fast, that semi turned insistent real quick, and he thrust deep inside me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, wanting to stay there a lot longer than a weekend.
Chapter Fourteen
I rinsed the dishes from breakfast off and put them in the dishwasher. After Jack and I spent the morning wrapped around each other in bed, and the afternoon exploring each other in the shower, we finally made it back to the kitchen to find our eggs cold.
Which was why he ordered pizza.
The sounds of the front door opening and the instant smell of cheese and sauce wafted through the house as Jack walked in holding a large box.
“That smells so good,” I said, putting the last dish in the washer and drying my hands.
“You didn’t need to do the dishes,” he said, setting the pizza on the table.
“I wanted to help,” I shrugged. Walking over, I sat where I had for breakfast, wondering if I could get through the second attempt at eating today without ripping his clothes off.
My stomach growled.
“Sounds like you need to eat,” he said.
“Yeah, I’ve been putting it off. There’s been a pressing matter I’ve been attending to that makes me forgo food.”
He raised his brow and set out napkins in front of us. “Oh?”
I sighed dramatically. “Yes, it’s true. But I can’t seem to think straight.”
I glanced at him, and my eyes wandered down his impressive chest, which was encased in a black tee that matched his hair and eyes, and down to the most amazing pair of jeans I’d ever seen on a man. Or maybe it was just Jack. When he moved and reached to take a slice of pizza and put it on the napkin in front of me, I caught sight of the silver clasp of his belt glinting, and just a hint of tan skin.
“I seem to have a one track mind lately,” I said.
He stared at me, did his own foray of my body, and said, “I understand that notion completely. It seems I’m struggling with the same.”
I smiled and glanced down at myself. Same tank and yoga pants. Though the shower helped, the scent of Jack’s spicy soap lingered on my skin, making me want to groan with desire. I’d ditched the panties, and realized I needed to ask him about what he’d said.
“You said earlier about me staying the weekend?”
He sat down and took a bite of pizza. “Yes.”
“Is that…something you meant?”
“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” He frowned and looked at me. “Unless you’d like to leave?”
I shook my head quickly, cursing that I’d just taken a bite and my mouth was full. After a few chews and a swallow, I finally was able to say, “I don’t want to leave, but I think I’ll need to. To get a change of clothes, toothbrush, things like that.”
I’d done my best with the toothpaste and mouthwash in Jack’s bathroom, but would love to actually brush.
“I’ll launder your clothes, and you can wear something of mine in the meantime. There’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom in the second drawer.”
I paused. He kept a spare? He said he didn’t have women over, so why would he keep a spare? Whatever he saw on my face made him say, “It’s brand new, and in the package still.”
“That’s not what I was worried about.”
“Then what?”
“Why do you have a spare?”
“For you.”
That made my chest still. It was the same as the variations of jams he’d gotten.
“You bought me a toothbrush?”
He nodded. “After our first night together, I thought it would be a good thing to have on hand. I like to be prepared.”
“So, you’ve planned this? Seducing me into staying at your house?”
A wicked gleam laced his face. “Yes. But to be fair, you’re not free of guilt in this.”
“What have I done?” I asked in shock.
“You,” he leaned in, “are a seductress yourself.”
He kissed me quickly on the lips, then took another bite of pizza. I ate mine, marveling at how natural this seemed. He was calm, yet still in control. Always. But it was simple, easy to be with him. Not just the sex, which was amazing, but spending time with him and hearing his voice was nice.
Still, how set up was this? He’d thought ahead, knew what he wanted, and if that was me, he had taken steps to see to my comforts. It wasn’t like he was giving me his house key or sectioning off a drawer in a dresser for my stuff. He’d thought ahead enough to know he wanted me to stay the night at some point.
Despite all I was learning, I now knew he’d wanted me from the beginning.
“I have some T-shirts you can wear, boxer shorts, or nothing, if you prefer.” He took a bite of his pizza, then glanced at me. “My vote is for the third option.”
I smiled. This was fun. Teasing with Jack. The idea that he wanted me to stay around. It was a chance to get to really know him. See him better in the light of day, where we were comfortable and happy.
“So, no plans for today other than lounging?”
“We can do whatever you’d like,” he said.
I glanced out the massive windows. For a summer day, it was a bit foggy, and the idea of staying in, getting lost in Jack, sounded perfect.
“I hear there’s a Godfather marathon on TV today.”
He nodded. “Excellent.”
A flare of guilt caught me, though. “I don’t want to take up your whole weekend. If you wanted to see your friends or your mom maybe?”
“My mother is dead, and Cal is out of town, as you know.” He didn’t spare me a glance that time, but there was a low, dangerous timbre in his voice.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I hadn’t realized about your mom.” He didn’t say anything, so I gently pushed for a little more detail. “Can I ask what happened?”
He looked at me, as if deciding whether or not to tell me. I didn’t want to kill the mood, but any insight I could get into him was like a beacon of hope I clung to that maybe we could be more. That we were heading in that direction at least. Something beyond sex and lust and taking the need I had for him to another level. Because I was already heading there, and I really wanted him to head
there with me.
“She was in a car accident and died when I was eight.”
I reached out and grabbed is hand. “That’s terrible. Did your dad—”
“My father died last year.”
“So, after your mother passed, what happened to you?”
“My father showed up to claim me. I’d never met him before. But my mother had life insurance, and I was underage, so he jumped at that opportunity.” So much hate marred Jack’s voice, I thought he could bend steel just from the scary sound of it. “He lived down the street from Cal, which is how we met. Been friends ever since.”
“I’m glad you met Cal and still have him in your life,” I whispered. “That must have been hard.”
He scoffed. “It’s fine. It was a long time ago.”
I nodded. I was afraid to press the subject, but the need for him to keep going was too heavy. “Brothers,” I said, repeating Cal’s words from when I’d been between them both in the bar. “Cal said you two were like brothers.”
“Yes, close as brothers.”
“Did your dad—”
“My father is not a man I want to discuss.” Something very dark laced Jack’s face. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?”
I sat back in my chair, and stared at my crust for a minute. He put another piece of pizza on my napkin, and waited for me to say something. It was only fair. I was asking a lot of him. Though nothing I could come up with seemed really great. But he was interested in me, so that made a happy heat rise in my chest.
“My mother is not around, hasn’t been for a long time,” I said. “She left my dad when I was young, and I haven’t seen her since. She’s in Florida somewhere. We’ve had a couple calls and a few cards over the years, but that’s it.”
“So your dad raised you?”
“Until he married my step-mother.”