by S. Jones
“I’m a single mom with not a lot of time to date. Not to mention, most men won’t swipe right on Tinder if they know there’s a kid involved.”
He scrubbed his face with his hands. “Somehow I find that hard to believe. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I’m going to let you set the pace. You just tell me what you want.”
I didn’t want to keep overanalyzing every touch and every word. I just wanted to breathe him in and enjoy our little bubble. Because I knew come tomorrow, life would get back to normal. I just wanted one night to be me. One night to feel. I needed this. I deserved this.
“I want to go back to your place.”
He drew in a deep breath as his gaze slid across my face. “You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“Jack, I’m not a virgin. It’s just been a while. I’m sure I can figure things out.”
His forehead creased as his eyes darkened. “Well, then I say it’s time we get out of here.” He held out his hand, helping me from my seat. I placed my hand inside his, feeling a warmth spread through me as we walked out of the restaurant.
Chapter 9
Jack
I could feel my blood pumping with each step we took toward my house. My heart drummed erratically in my chest as I slipped the key into the lock and pushed the door open.
“Wow, nice place,” Chloe said as she stepped inside. It was no secret that my family was wealthy. This house was nothing compared to the one my parents owned a few miles away, but it was mine.
She did a full sweep of the room, and I watched her face light up when she noticed the double doors and long windows facing the ocean. My heart did that funny thing that it always seemed to do whenever she smiled. I’ve been around enough beautiful women, but with Chloe, everything was more defined. It felt fresh and new like I was wearing glasses for the first time.
“Would you like something to drink?” I called from the kitchen, swiping a beer from the fridge and trying to get my shit together.
“Yes, please.” She smiled, studying the artwork displayed throughout my home. I’d never really taken the time to admire the beauty of the pictures and always felt that the house was filled with overpriced and unsentimental knickknacks placed here by my mother. Even the decorations seemed more impressive as I noticed how much excitement it brought to my guest.
She flicked her long, dark hair over her shoulder while I poured the wine, and I couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking.
“Here you go.” I handed her the glass of Chardonnay. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I fumbled for the right words to say. It was a first for me.
“This was not what I was expecting. I pictured it looking like a typical bachelor pad with sports memorabilia and velvet paintings of dogs playing pool,” she said, eyeing my white cloth sofa and taking in the light blue throw pillows.
“I wish I could take the credit, but my mom is the one who decorated it. It’s one of the things that she actually does quite well.”
She sipped her wine and smiled.
“Would you like a tour?” I asked, feeling a little jittery. I needed to move around and keep busy. This woman had me feeling out of my element.
“Sure.” She followed me out to the back deck. I could tell that she was dying to take a look around; the view of the ocean was amazing.
“This is my favorite spot,” I said, placing my hands on the railing, just lightly brushing up against hers. I could smell her light-scented perfume as the breeze picked up, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to resist the urge to touch her.
“I can see why,” she said, with her thick hair blowing all around her. I noticed that it was wavy instead of how she usually wore it. I smiled, liking the fact that she put extra attention into her appearance tonight. “The view is incredible.”
“It looks pretty damn good from where I’m standing,” I said, letting my eyes wander over the length of her. I wasn’t even sure where to start first with her.
I couldn’t figure out how she was still single. Why she hasn’t dated. She couldn’t possibly believe that it was because of her kid. Even though that’s what she told me tonight at dinner. She was beautiful and smart and had so much to offer. There had to have been men over the years who have tried to get her attention because she was the kind of woman that any jackass, even like myself, would be lucky to have.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you’re absolutely stunning.” Her lips parted, and a dozen things floated through my mind. I was so drawn to this woman. She was more than just a challenge to me. This wasn’t just a casual hook up, even though that’s what she thought it was. “I love seeing you here in my house, sharing my space. Probably too much.”
She looked nervous while I struggled with my composure. I wasn’t sure she would be able to handle the things I wanted to do to her. I wanted to kiss a path along her bare skin until she whimpered. I wanted to know if she screamed or moaned when we made love. I wanted to know every single thing about her.
My heart pounded fast, and I felt my cock stir in my pants. I was frustrated and irritated with how much I craved her. I was ready to explode. I plucked her wineglass out of her hand and set it down on the ledge. I took a step toward her as she lifted her face to mine. “I’m trying really hard not to touch you right now.”
She swallowed, her eyes searching mine. “What’s stopping you?”
“I’m afraid once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
I’ve had my fair share of women—gorgeous women, experienced women, shy women, and everything in-between. Hell, I’ve even been with more than one at a time, but this intense feeling that stirred inside of me was something I had never felt before.
There was no doubt that I wanted her. And there was no denying that I was anxious to get my hands on her.
“That’s interesting,” she said, brushing her palm against my cheek. Her touch was tender and slow, almost hesitant. “Because I’m afraid once you do start, I’m not going to be able to resist you.”
The air between us filled with something thick and nameless. It scared me, and it thrilled me all at once.
“Chloe,” I sighed, feeling my control snap. “I want to take my time with you. I want to appreciate every inch of you.” I brought my hand up to the back of her neck, loving the feel of her skin underneath my fingertips. “I want you,” I said, holding her gaze. “All of you.”
She closed her eyes momentarily as I tenderly caressed her skin. “We have all night, Jack.” Her voice was quiet, almost pained. “And I want to remember everything about tonight in case it’s the only one we have.” She blinked up at me, her eyes blazed with heat. “Give me something to remember.”
Her request came out more like a plea than a command. It unlocked something deep and heavy inside me. I felt like one big ball of need ready to burst.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I growled while crashing my mouth down to hers. I slid my hand down her backside and pressed her soft body into mine.
She tangled her fingers in my hair, kissing and nibbling her way across my jaw. “I hope you do more than kiss me,” she whispered.
My mind buzzed with need and hunger and greed. I craved this woman so bad, I couldn’t think straight. I needed to fuck her. I needed to have her withering underneath me. It took everything I had to pull away from her.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to kiss you so hard, you won’t be able to remember what day of the week it is.” My fingers roamed across her curves, before settling on her hips. I pinned her up against the railing, pushing myself into her so she could feel the length of me. “Then I’m going to fuck you so deep that you’ll feel me everywhere.” I lifted her chin up to meet my gaze. “But let me just say this and I’m only going to say it once.” My eyes held hers. “This isn’t a one-time deal for me. This is just the beginning.”
I brought my mouth back down to hers in a desperate need to connect with her. When she
sighed, I took that as my opening and slid my tongue all the way in. I wanted to go so far back in her throat that she would never forget it. Her body molded into mine as she carefully met my tongue with each stroke. I’ve wanted this woman since the first time I laid eyes on her, and now that I had my hands on her, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to let her go.
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. Her body nestled tightly against my chest as I fumbled with the light switch on the wall with my free hand.
“What are you doing?” She giggled in my arms. She had no idea how much I loved that sound.
“I’m turning on the lights so I can see you.”
“Jack.” She shook her head and buried her face in my neck.
I’ve never met someone who was so modest and self-conscience. She was gorgeous. Didn’t see understand that?
I laid her down on my bed and lifted her chin. “You’re beautiful.” She ran the pads of her fingers along my shoulders. This woman had no idea how she affected me. “When I look at you, I forget about everything else in my life. You have this power over me, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. So please, don’t be shy with me.” I leaned in and brushed a kiss across her cheek and let my mouth linger. “I want to see all of you. Even the parts that you keep hidden. I want you exactly as you are.”
I guided her hand to my growing erection. “This is because of you. This is what you do to me.” Her slender fingers traced the outline of my cock through my pants. “Are you ready for me to get to know each and every part of you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, almost impatiently.
She sounded so sure and so confident that it had me at a loss for words. This all felt like a dream, and I kept waiting to be woken up. This gorgeous woman who had a natural beauty about her that set her apart from all the rest was laid out before me. Mine to take. Mine for the night. Maybe forever.
I moved my hand to her nipples that were begging to be touched. She arched forward as I brushed my lips across her cheek. “Do you like that?” I asked, giving her one nipple a little tweak.
“Oh, God, yes,” she pleaded.
“You are absolutely stunning.” My hands slid down along her shoulders and pushed the fabric of her dress aside so I could feel her soft skin beneath my hands.
I moved my mouth to her neck as she dropped her head back and moaned. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I said, dragging my hand down to her thigh and hovering over the top of her. She bit down on her bottom lip and tried to look away from me. I knew that she had doubts about how she looked even though she had no reason to. I wanted her confident. I didn’t want her to worry about a fucking thing. And I would not allow her to hide anything from me.
“Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I want this with you.” She gazed at me, and I sensed her vulnerability hanging over us like a dark cloud. “It’s just been so long for me.”
My eyes narrowed slightly. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I reminded her. Even though the last thing I wanted to do was stop.
She shook her head against my pillow. “It’s not that. I just wanted you to know because I might be a bit out of practice.”
I frowned down at her and wondered if she was joking. “You’re serious?” I asked and pulled my head back slightly. “Did you not just feel how hard I am for you?”
“That’s just biological reaction.”
“No sweetheart, that’s all you. All nine inches.”
She laughed while bringing the pads of her fingers up to my face. “I’m glad one of us is confident.”
“Just relax. Okay?” I said and brought my mouth down to hers.
I’ve taken many women here in this bedroom, but being here with Chloe felt like it was my very first time. I was as excited as a high schooler preparing to lose his virginity. Everything about her felt pure and innocent. There was nothing false or pretending. She was so different than what I was used to. Finding this kind of peace and contentment should have scared me, but it only encouraged my feelings for her even more.
My hands gripped her waist as she edged her body closer to mine. Our tongues skillfully swiped against each other. She was a good kisser, possibly the best I’ve ever had. It made me wonder what else she would be good at.
I pulled my mouth from hers so I could lift her dress over her shoulders. She raised her arms in surrender. I sucked in a breath when my greedy eyes took her in.
She was like a wet dream, so beautiful and so damn sexy. Just looking at her for the first time sent a raw, primal urge through me to claim every inch of her.
She squirmed underneath me, while I forced her legs apart.
I circled my middle finger around her entrance; she was so wet it made it easy to slide two fingers inside.
“Jack, oh God, that feels so good!” My fingers continued to work their magic before I started dragging them in and out, over and over again.
Her head fell back against the bed. I loved watching her get lost in my touch. I wanted to kiss her all over and praise her and watch her lose herself all over again.
My mouth found her neck as I plunged a third finger inside. She was so tight, it was addicting.
Her breathing was fast as my fingers dug deeper, forcing their way back as far as they could go. She tightened and clenched around me. A strangled cry left her mouth as she continued to rock against my hand.
I slowly withdrew my fingers, then brought them to my mouth and licked the wetness from my fingers. “You taste amazing,” I told her while savoring her sweetness.
Her mouth popped open, and her eyes went wide. “I can’t believe you did that.”
I chuckled while turning over on my back. “Sweetheart, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
She sat up and knelt between my legs. She dragged my sweater over my head so she could trail open-mouth kisses across my collarbone and down my chest. Her gaze landed on my erection. She slid her hands into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. Her small little fingers left a trail of heat along their path.
“May I?” She asked, giving me a small smile.
Like I could tell her no.
I rested my hands behind my head. “It’s all yours.”
My lips parted as soon as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She fisted her hands and squeezed my shaft while working it up and down at a tortured slow pace. It grew and swelled with each stroke.
She dipped her head and swirled her tongue around my crown. It twitched violently, and I was afraid that I would blow my load.
She went all the way to the base, wrapping her soft lips around my cock. It felt like her mouth was going to swallow me whole.
My hands pulled on her hair, guiding her in and out. Having her hands and mouth on me felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough.
I gave her nipples a quick tug before pulling her head back and flipping her over.
I cupped her face in my hands. “Are you on the pill?
Her body stilled. “Yes.”
“Do you trust me?”
She blinked, staring into my eyes. “You don’t want to use a condom?”
“Not with you, I don’t, but I swear to you that I’m always careful. I would never even suggest it if it weren’t safe.”
She drew in a deep breath. “I want to trust you…” She looked away, needing a minute to think it over.
I brushed a piece of hair off her forehead. “Please.”
She brought her gaze back to mine. “Okay.”
I wondered if she could see what I was thinking. I was picturing us together. Thinking about us in the future. She had me wanting things I swore I never would.
I crawled over the top of her. Something was changing inside of me.
I realized that this was more than just a fuck for me. It was so much more than that.
I hesitated at her entrance and stared into her eyes. “I care about you, Chloe. This isn’t a one-time thing for me. I need you to understand tha
t.”
“You don’t have to make me any promises, Jack. Whatever it ends up being, it’s okay.
Her spoken words told me she didn’t get it. “I know I don’t have to make you any promises, but I want to. I need you to understand that whatever this is between us, I feel it. Even though it scares me, I still want it. Do you believe me?”
She brought her lips to my chest and spoke softly. “I believe you.”
I closed my eyes as I slowly started to sink inside of her. She was so tight; words could not explain how good she felt. If this was heaven, I was ready to go right now. “Does that hurt?” I asked, looking down to make sure she was okay.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’ve never been in this situation before, but I knew I didn’t want to hurt her.
She opened her eyes, resting her hands on my shoulders. “It was a little uncomfortable at first, but it feels incredible now.”
I kissed her lips gently and slowly, rolling my hips into her. I shouldn’t have been so hard. I shouldn’t have wanted her as much as I did. But this slow, torturous pace was driving me crazy. My steady thrusts grew more frantic. I brought my mouth to her ear. “I love fucking you,” I said as she met me thrust for thrust. She dropped her head to the side and moved shamelessly underneath me. I loved how she wasn’t afraid to show me how good she felt.
She grabbed my ass, pushing me in deeper. My teeth grazed her nipple as a startled cry flew from her mouth. “Yes!” she shouted, bringing her hand to cup her breast, forcing it further into my mouth. If she kept this shit up, I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I pumped into her with a force so strong I thought I felt my house shake. Her legs folded around my back, her feet dug into my skin as I fucked her relentlessly. Her hips buckled uncontrollably, as she sunk her teeth into my shoulder. My name was on her lips as her climax tore through her.
She felt incredible, undoubtedly the best I’ve ever had. My legs trembled, my muscles tightened, and then I lost it. I grunted and rocked into her until I was balls deep and completely drained.
Every muscle in my body went stiff, and I didn’t care.