Marriage For One

by Maise, Ella

  When he lifted his head to look into my eyes, I was still moaning, my body twitching. I hadn’t come, but I was pretty damn close to it.

  “Hmmm,” he murmured, kissing me again, tangling his tongue with mine. Even though I was naked, I felt warm all over, tingly. “Are you sure it’s not just talk? You really want me to fuck you?”

  I reached between us and gave him a few luxuriating pulls that, as far as I could tell, he enjoyed since he nipped my bottom lip. I used my thumb to spread the warm liquid around the head and before I could do anything else, he tore himself away and went for the bedside table. I watched in awe as he ripped open a condom packet and slowly rolled it onto himself. I’d put them there myself to give him a hint. The second it was done, he was by my side. He turned my body until I was facing the headboard and he was on his knees right behind me.

  “Open your legs as wide as you can for me, baby,” he muttered, his lips licking and biting my neck. Every kiss caused a full body shiver, and I was sure I would die happy after this. “Hold on to the headboard if you need to.”

  I was turned on like I had never been turned on before. I would do whatever he wanted me to. I moved on my knees and opened my legs wider, balancing myself with one hand on the headboard. When he put both of his hands on the insides of my thighs and spread me even wider, his fingertips grazing my wetness, I thought I experienced a very tiny orgasm.

  My throat was already hoarse when he finally settled himself between my wide open legs, his knees resting right beside mine, keeping me open. “Lay your head back,” he whispered into my ear, causing another shiver to go through my body.

  “Jack,” I moaned. It seemed like I couldn’t come up with any other word.

  “I need you so badly,” he whispered, his lips moving against my skin as he spoke, his hot breath keeping me on edge. I’d take it—I’d take him needing me any day.

  I felt his left palm covering my stomach and then his right hand guiding his cock between my legs, moving it up and down my slit, spreading my wetness all over his shaft.

  “Jack,” I repeated again.

  “Hmmm.”

  “Please…enough.”

  “You want me.”

  “I do.”

  “Tell me. Say the words.”

  “I want you like crazy, Jack.”

  “Just me, Rose. I’m the only one.”

  I closed my eyes. He wanted me to die a slow death then. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

  That seemed to satisfy him.

  “Kiss me then. Give me your mouth before I take you,” he said.

  The back of my head was already resting against his shoulder so I turned it to the left, and his mouth took mine in a rough kiss. The next thing I knew, before I could take in my next breath, he was pushing inside me in a slow and never-ending slide. I ripped my lips away from his and released a long, long moan, my head pushing back, my eyes closed shut.

  “Okay?” he asked, and all I could do was bite my lip and nod. “You feel so good,” he murmured, pushing the rest of his cock in. He was stretching me wide open and I was loving it. My muscles quivering, my moan started up again.

  I could already see colors dancing in front of my eyes. “That’s so good, Jack.”

  “Yeah?”

  His left palm pushed harder on my stomach, pulling me against him, and finally I took all of it. I tried to open my legs wider to get more comfortable because my right thigh had started shaking, but the little bit of pain that came with his size and our position made everything feel a hundred times better.

  He started pulling out and I gripped his forearm to hold on to him. One of my hands was still grasping the headboard, but I needed to feel his skin against my fingertips. “Easy,” I groaned.

  “You want me to stop? So soon?”

  “I’ll kill you if you stop,” I gasped out.

  “Then what? It hurts?” he asked, his nose nuzzling my neck.

  “Good hurt,” I managed to get out.

  “Good.”

  Slowly he pulled out only halfway and then pushed in again. This time, I took him in more easily. I’d never had sex this slowly, had never known it could feel that good and also deliciously painful in a way.

  “Is that good for you too?” I asked, feeling bold.

  “You have no idea,” he groaned, starting steady thrusts as I got comfortable with his size. I was soaking him in my wetness. “I could fuck you like this for hours.”

  Feeling overwhelmed, I chuckled, but then he thrust up all the way in and it turned into another moan. “I think I’d die from pleasure.”

  “I would never let you die, just trying to fuck you good.”

  “I’d love to die like this.”

  He started a slow rhythm that had me moaning constantly. Every time my head dropped forward, he warned me to keep it tilted back against him, and his worry for me helped build my pleasure higher and higher.

  “Was this what you imagined all those times you teased me?”

  “Better,” I whispered, and his fingers dug deeper into my stomach. My breath and heart out of control, I tightened my grip on his forearm. We’d both leave our mark on each other by the time we were done, and I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

  “Jack,” I gasped, a little panic trickling into my voice only a few short minutes after he had started fucking me.

  “What? We’re stopping again?” he asked, not slowing down his thrusts. I held the wrist of his left hand, which was still pressing on my stomach.

  “No, no, no,” I chanted, and his thrusts started to go deeper and faster. I backed my hips up, trying to somehow take him even deeper. His right hand wrapped around me too, grasping my hip as my butt bounced off the tops of his thighs. “Jack…Jack, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.”

  “Come on, Rose. Come all over my cock, baby. Let me feel how much you want me.” He bit on my earlobe and I lost it. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Ride it. Take my cock.”

  I closed my eyes, and listening to his rough voice push me right over the edge and into oblivion. Gasping his name, I felt heat burst between my legs, and all the muscles in my body tightened. I let go of the headboard and threw my right hand back, gripping Jack’s hair, pulling involuntarily. I moaned long and hard as my body shivered in his arms and he kept riding me hard through my orgasm, his lips tracing an invisible line on my neck.

  When my body started relaxing around him, he slowed down.

  “Was that good enough?”

  I could do nothing but nod. I had been too loud and had come too hard. Anywhere he was in contact with my body was burning, but I felt the heat in my cheeks even more.

  “Do you feel how slick you are for me? How hard you came on my cock?”

  It was impossible not to feel it. My only answer was another nod. He went deeper into me as I whimpered. His right hand cupped the heavy weight of my breast, and I shamelessly arched into it.

  Lust licked at my skin. When he quickened his pace just a fraction, I sucked in a breath of air. “Shit.”

  “You’ll come again.”

  “Always giving orders,” I murmured, all my focus on the spot where we became one.

  “It wasn’t an order, Rose, just pointing out the obvious.”

  He buried his face in my neck and pinched my nipple, his thrusts uncompromising. I released something between a gasp and a groan.

  God, the strength of him holding me—it was just as powerful as his thrusts. I loosened my hold on his wrist and splayed my hand on top of his, silently telling him I wanted more pressure.

  “I’ll bruise you,” he whispered.

  “I want you to,” I whispered back, turning my head and pressing my forehead against his hot throat.

  “Why?”

  “I want everything from you, Jack, everything and more. I want you to leave a mark on me.” It was nothing more than a breathy statement that had a double meaning as I realized I was seconds away from another orgasm.

  “Open your m
outh,” he ordered, moving his head back.

  I lifted my head and let him invade my mouth in a blazing kiss at the same moment his thrusts became exquisitely demanding. The taste of him, of his hunger rushed over me as I started coming again. He moved his right hand down my body, and the feel of his skin against my sensitive areas caused me to tremble in his arms as he jackhammered into me. He did nothing but cover my pussy with his hand, the heel of it pressing hard on my clit.

  Through the fog that had filled my brain, I felt him go impossibly deeper as I whimpered into his mouth, my body shaking in the aftermath. The little grunts of pleasure escaping from him made my toes curl. He thrust deeply two more times then stilled inside me. I groaned softly as my inner muscles quivered around his length. I was lost in his hunger, his hunger for me.

  He gave me a few more lazy, luxuriating thrusts that caressed me from the inside as both his hands rested on top of my thighs. I had a feeling he didn’t want to let go, which was just fine with me. I never wanted him to let go of me either.

  “Is this real?” I asked, out of breath as he started to pull out.

  He stilled behind me. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m not dreaming this, am I?” I moved my hands up and down his forearms, my head still resting on his broad shoulder. Rolling my head, I looked up at him through dazed and probably half-lost eyes.

  He smiled the sweetest, sexiest smile and kissed my lips. “This—we—are as real as it gets.” His hands moved and he wrapped them around me in a tight grip, his forearms holding up the weight of my breasts. After a long squeeze, which I loved, he whispered into my ear. “I need to get rid of the condom, baby. Let go of me.”

  I dropped my hands and held back a small whimper when he pulled out. However, I couldn’t stop the trembling in my body when his palm moved on the curve of my ass.

  “Lie down—you’re shaking.”

  I did so happily.

  When he came back, I was hiding under the covers, my head resting on the pillow, my hands tucked under my cheek. I tracked his every move and secretly high-fived myself when I noticed he was still naked. His cock was impressive even when it wasn’t doing things to me.

  He lay down, facing me.

  “Hi,” I whispered.

  He took a deep breath and then released it. “Hello, Rose.” His lips met mine and I smiled through our short-lived kiss. “What’s the smile for?” he asked, his lips moving against mine as our noses bumped.

  “I’d share my door with you any day, Jack Hawthorne.”

  His brows dipped together. “What are you talking about?”

  “If you’ve never seen Titanic, I can’t be married to you,” I said seriously.

  Unfortunately, the confusion didn’t clear from his eyes, but a smile did touch his lips. “I think it’s a little late for that.”

  “You haven’t seen it. Jack and Rose…the Titanic…”

  “I know the movie, but I don’t think I’ve seen it.”

  “If I was confident I could walk out of this room, I’d force you to watch it right now, but since that’s not happening, clear your schedule—we’re watching it tomorrow.”

  His hand brushed my hair away from my face. “Okay. How are you feeling?”

  Now I let my own lips curve up. “For a minute there, my brain tingled.”

  His expression turned serious, his body going taut. “Are you feeling okay? Was it too much?”

  I lifted my hand and smoothed out his frown. “I’m fine, but there was definitely a tingle up there.” Leaning forward, I kissed him. Closing my eyes, my heart in my throat, I whispered against his lips, “It was the best sex of my life, Jack.”

  “Good.”

  I drew back and looked into his eyes, which were hiding in the dark shadows of my room. “That’s it? You better say something more.”

  His eyebrows rose. “You want to hear that you’re my best too?”

  “Yes, and more. Please.”

  Then he laughed, and if the sounds he made when he was coming were the sexiest I’d ever heard, the sound of him laughing in bed with me was the sweetest. He sobered quickly, but it didn’t stop me from hearing the smile and amusement in his voice. “You’re the best I’ve ever had too, Rose.”

  I waited. So did he.

  “More,” I said. “And make it more believable.”

  One eyebrow quirked up then his hand sneaked behind me and he pulled me to himself until we were skin to skin again. His semi-hard cock pressed against my stomach and he looked into my eyes, no hint of a smile left on his face.

  I was already breathless, dammit!

  “You’re the only woman I want to go to sleep holding on to and wake up next to, Rose Hawthorne. I will never leave you. I will never forget you.”

  Heat rushed across my skin, my heartbeat loud in my ears. I cleared my throat. “Not too bad. I guess it’s a good thing you’re not that bad in bed.”

  I will never leave you.

  That statement—it stole the breath from my lungs. The obvious claim would’ve easily scared a different woman, but I soaked in every raw word and let them fill me. I’d never belonged to anyone, not like that, not like what Jack was offering me.

  “Sex?” I quipped. “Again? You know, just so we can see if the first time was a fluke?”

  His answer was whispered against my lips with a smile as his eyes held my vulnerable stare. “Yes, baby. Again.”

  * * *

  The next day, I looked exactly like someone who had gotten herself some. It was smiles galore in the coffee shop and I was walking on clouds. Owen didn’t mind making sure I knew what he thought of me when I kept smiling to myself right across from him on the other side of the kitchen island.

  When I saw Jack’s face flash on my phone’s screen right before we were about to open, my morning reached a high.

  “Hi.”

  “My Rose.” There was that hint of a smile I loved seeing on his lips in his voice when he spoke. “How are you feeling?”

  “Perfect,” I whispered, moving to a corner as I looked out at the busy, busy New York streets. We had had sex again, Jack and I, once more after the first time, and then again in the morning, which brought our total up to three. It wasn’t a bad number when you thought about it, and knowing the first time hadn’t been a fluke was just the icing on the cake. I had all kinds of bruises to show for it, but I especially loved the ones on my hipbones and the sides of my stomach. When I closed my eyes, I could still feel his fingers digging into my skin. “How are you feeling?”

  His answer was soft and gentle, so opposite of him. “Perfect.”

  I looked down at my shoes and grinned. “We have good sex.”

  “That we do.”

  “Did you want to say something?”

  “I can’t just call my wife because I want to?”

  “You can, and you should, too. Whenever she crosses your mind, you should call her or text her. I think she likes talking to you.”

  “You think so?”

  “Yeah, I definitely think so.”

  “Tell me more. What else does she like?”

  I looked over my shoulder to make sure Sally was still busy stacking the sandwiches and couldn’t hear me. “She likes when you whisper into her ear.” My own voice had dropped into a rough whisper as my body shuddered just thinking about the night before and that morning.

  I listened to Jack clear his throat and mutter something to someone who was apparently in his office with him. I waited until he came back to me.

  “Sorry. I had a junior associate with me. I’m alone now.”

  I nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see me. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m getting ready for a meeting.”

  “And we’re about to open.”

  “I see.”

  “I think I missed you,” I admitted in a low voice. It had been only hours since I’d stolen one last kiss when he joined Raymond and me on our little morning commute. He’d said he wanted to be at the office ea
rly to go over some things, and I’d said he didn’t want to let go of me. He had kissed me then, right in front of my coffee shop. So what? he had said once he’d left me all breathless and hungry again.

  “You think?” he asked, sounding amused.

  “I know.”

  “Would you like to have lunch with me then?”

  “Rose?” I looked up and to the side to see Sally grinning at me. “Should I unlock the door?”

  “Yes, yes. Sorry, I’ll come help in a second.”

  She waved a hand at me. “I got it.” Then, with an even bigger smile, she unlocked the door and welcomed our first two customers of the day. I hadn’t even noticed they were waiting outside in the cold.

  Basically squeezing myself into the corner, I focused my attention back on Jack. “If you missed me so much that you couldn’t continue on with your day without seeing me during your lunch, I would consider that option…but since you haven’t mi—”

  “You’ll always call me out, won’t you?”

  “I think that’s a given.”

  “Good. Well, if you don’t go out to lunch with me, my entire day will be ruined because I won’t be able to think about anything but you, you and your taste.”

  I blushed. He definitely knew my taste.

  “Fine. I’ll have lunch with you. I’ll have to cancel all my other plans, but only because you insisted so much.”

  As I smiled down at my shoes, there was a heavy silence from the other end of the line.

  “Jack?”

  “I’ll make you happy, Rose. I promise.”

  Words got stuck in my throat for a short moment. “I’ll make you happy too, Jack.”

  Before he could respond, I heard an unexpected and unwelcome voice behind me.

  “Rose?”

  My smile dropped before I even set eyes on him. Joshua. His hair was slicked back, which made him look like a total douchebag, and he was wearing a suit—nothing as good as Jack’s suits, but still a black suit. He looked like a perfect fit for someone as rich as Jodi was. When we had been together, he hadn’t been like this—no slick hair, no suits. It was as if he had molded himself into a different person, or maybe my cousin had molded him into a different person. Either way, it wasn’t my business.