Dead Pretty

by Samantha Towle

  He rubs his thumb over my nipple, and I shudder.

  His mouth finds mine. With a sweep of his tongue, his teeth graze over my bottom lip.

  “I want to see you here.” He gives a gentle squeeze of my boob. “I want to touch you here. Kiss you here.”

  I want that too, but …

  “I’m going to pull your tank down a little, so I can kiss you there. I won’t go any lower than there.” His finger draws a line down between my breasts, making me shiver.

  My heart starts to pound in my chest as he begins to kiss a path down to my breasts.

  When his fingers curl over the fabric of my tank and he lowers it slowly, carefully, my body starts trembling.

  “Is this too much, too soon?” He presses a kiss to the swell of my breast.

  I shake my head. “Just … don’t go too far.”

  “You can trust me,” he says, and I believe him.

  In this moment, I trust Jack with me, and I never thought I would be able to say that ever again.

  The revelation is startling to me.

  Jack lowers the fabric of my tank until he reveals my nipple. He groans a low, erotic sound that vibrates all the way down to my core.

  “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs and then closes his lips around my nipple.

  A hot gasp escapes me. My hands immediately go to his head, clutching him to me.

  It feels insanely good. And it’s been forever since any man touched me skin to skin here.

  Jack swirls his tongue around my nipple, teeth skimming the hardened point of it, while he makes quick work of freeing the other breast, cupping it in his hand.

  My tank sits beneath my breasts, covering what he can never see but giving him the access we both so desperately need.

  Jack licks and sucks each breast, driving me to the point of crazy.

  My hips are restless, searching him out.

  When I feel his hand move between my legs, I almost come apart right then and there.

  Fingers slide inside the fabric, slipping easily between my folds because I’m embarrassingly wet for him.

  “Jesus,” Jack groans. “You’re soaked.”

  He slides a finger inside me, and it’s my turn to moan.

  His finger retreats as quickly as it arrived, and I whimper at the loss.

  “Don’t worry,” he croons. “I got you.”

  He slides my panties off, getting the last barrier out of the way.

  “Spread your legs wide for me, Audrey.”

  I shamelessly do as he asked, widening them for him. Opening myself up for him.

  I’m not a bare-down-there kind of girl. I have a neatly trimmed landing strip, which he seems to appreciate, if his heated expression is anything to go by.

  “Sexy as fuck,” he rumbles.

  I watch him as he runs a finger down between my lips, and then with a deliberate slowness, he pushes it back inside of me.

  The desire in his eyes is an aphrodisiac in itself. Seeing the way his bright eyes darken with desire over me is my new favorite thing.

  “Need to taste you,” he growls, and then he covers my pussy with his mouth.

  Jesus.

  I cry out at the feel of his hot mouth on my most sensitive part.

  I can’t remember the last time a man did this to me.

  Maybe that’s because they never did it the way Jack is. It’s like he knows exactly how and where to touch me.

  His tongue swirls my clit with just the right amount of pressure. While his finger makes good work inside me, fucking me.

  Watching his head move between my legs is incredibly erotic. I want to take a photo, just for spank-bank purposes alone.

  It’s not long before I feel the telltale signs of an impending orgasm. My legs start to tingle.

  It’s quick, but honestly, I’m not surprised.

  It has been a long time since I came by anything other than my own hand.

  “Jack …” I breathe his name like a prayer.

  “That’s it. Come for me.” His muffled words against my clit are my undoing.

  It hits me with the force of a tornado. Picking me up and tossing me around. My whole body shaking from the intensity of it.

  And it is a hell of a long time before I come back down to earth.

  I’m sprawled on the bed, unable to hold myself up.

  My eyes move down to Jack, who is still sitting between my legs. His mouth glistens with my desire for him.

  I watch, enraptured, as he runs his tongue around his lips, tasting the last of me.

  I swear I come again just from seeing that.

  “So incredibly fucking hot.”

  He kicks off his boots. His hands go to his jeans, and he shoves them down his legs. His eyes not leaving me once.

  But mine stray the exact moment he removes his boxer shorts.

  “Jesus,” I whisper at the sight of his long, thick erection straining upward.

  “Not his. Mine.” He smirks.

  My mind goes back to our earlier conversation, and I bite my lip, teasing, “Ready to show me the non-gentlemanly side of you in bed?”

  His head tilts to the side. “Haven’t I done that already?”

  “I know you’ve been holding back a little … being careful with me. Because …” My eyes lower, but I won’t screw up this moment because of my issues. Taking a deep breath, I look back to him. “But don’t hold back. Please. I want you to give me everything. Show me … every ungentlemanly way you can fuck.”

  Eyes flaring, he tears open a condom packet that I didn’t even know he was holding and rolls the rubber onto his dick.

  “I was going to drag this out,” he tells me. “Make it last. Do it sweet and slow. But then you went and said those sexy-ass words to me …” He’s holding his cock in his hand, fist squeezing it.

  My eyes are fixed there as I hang on to every single word he’s saying to me.

  “Come here.” He punctuates the word like an order.

  And I race to obey, clambering off the bed with the speed of a racehorse. I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so desperate for him.

  “Kiss me,” he tells me in a low voice.

  I reach up onto my tiptoes and press my mouth to his, softly kissing him, sucking his lower lip.

  Then, I replace my mouth with my fingers, tracing the wetness I just put on his lips.

  I slip my finger into his mouth. He catches it with his teeth, and my insides clench.

  I reach my other hand out and touch the tip of his cock, sliding my fingers over his. Jack removes his hand, and I cover his cock with my own.

  I start stroking him up and down.

  His eyes darken, and I see the exact moment when his control snaps.

  He lifts me. My back hits the wall. And he thrusts up inside me.

  “Yes!” I cry out at the welcome invasion.

  “Jesus … Audrey,” Jack groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “It’s been a while,” I confess.

  His eyes meet with mine. He grins. “Lucky me then.”

  And he starts to fuck me. Hard. Pounding me into the wall. His tongue thrusting inside my mouth.

  There is no finesse here.

  Just lust.

  I’m almost frantic with desire.

  And I’m not alone in this. Jack is in high gear, like I am.

  We’re like addicts getting our fix from each other’s bodies.

  And I am here for every single drop of what he has to give me.

  The sounds of our heavy breaths, skin slapping skin, fill the room.

  It’s pure, carnal fucking.

  Then, I’m on my feet. Turning. Palms put against the wall. Hips pulled back.

  “Spread those gorgeous legs for me, Audrey.”

  I widen my stance and glance back over my shoulder at him through the curtain of my messed up hair.

  Jack’s smile is all foxlike.

  Then, he slides his cock back inside me, and my eyes roll into my head.

  His hands c
over mine, holding them to the wall, and he starts fucking me again. Hips pumping in and out. Faster and faster.

  Until I’m breathless. Sweat dripping from my body.

  And as I quickly learn, Jack is a mover.

  His sex positions last for no longer than a few minutes at a time before he switches them up, shifting me around like I weigh no more than air.

  And the fact that he can go for way longer than a few minutes is every girl’s wet dream come true.

  He screws me all over my bedroom. My ass and back touch almost every surface in here. Who knew having sex against a window was even a thing? Thank God the curtains are closed, so no one outside can see my bare ass pressed up against it.

  Jack wasn’t kidding when he said he wasn’t a gentleman in the bedroom.

  He has the moves and stamina of a porn star on Viagra.

  He’s not selfish though. He makes sure I get mine. That I feel every drop of pleasure that he’s giving to me.

  Jack is literally screwing every bad memory out of my head.

  For this blissful moment in time, I am nothing but an empty mind and an overstimulated body. Being screwed into oblivion by the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on.

  I can regret it all tomorrow.

  But now … now, I am going to enjoy every hot, euphoric second of it.

  I have honestly never had sex like this in my life.

  If I thought I had been fucked before …

  I was wrong.

  So very wrong.

  This right here is fucking.

  It’s primitive, headboard-banging sex with an alpha male.

  We’re on the bed now. I’m flat on my back. Jack is on top of me. My legs are wrapped around him while he pumps in and out of me.

  We’re burning up the sheets, the bed … my whole goddamn apartment.

  My legs start to tingle. My orgasm quickly building.

  But I’m not ready to come yet. I don’t want this to be over.

  It’s been going for … I have no clue. All I do know is that it’s been a hell of a long time.

  And still, I don’t want it to end. I don’t want my one promised night with Jack to be over.

  Not yet.

  I try to pull my hips back, needing to ease the contact for a second.

  Jack chases me back down. “Don’t fight it. Come for me.”

  “But I’m not ready for it to end.” I’m practically sobbing.

  I don’t want this to ever stop. I want to live in this moment with him forever.

  He grasps hold of my chin, forcing my eyes on his. “It won’t end. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.” He presses his hips into mine, kissing me. “Now, come for me.”

  He takes both of my hands up over my head, pinning them down.

  His head drops down. Lips capturing my nipple, he sucks hard as he gives one good, firm thrust, and I couldn’t stop the orgasm even if I tried.

  I scream out his name. My pussy clamping around his dick like a vise. Every muscle in my body seizing.

  I’m coming so long and hard that I almost black out.

  “Jesus,” Jack hisses. He grabs a handful of my sweat-soaked hair. “I’m gonna … fucking … come.” His mouth kisses mine hard, biting and licking, his hips snapping against mine.

  And then he comes.

  And keeps coming.

  Jack’s ragged groan reverberates through me, like a shot of adrenaline to the veins.

  He drops his face into my neck, breathing fast.

  I’m struggling to catch my own breath. And find my lost sanity.

  It’s on my floor somewhere—along with my panties.

  We lie there together, coming down from our high.

  I expect to feel regret. Like I did when he made me come yesterday.

  But I don’t.

  Jack is still buried deep inside me.

  His scent and skin all over me.

  All I feel in this moment is … sated. Yet unsated too.

  Like I haven’t gotten quite enough of him.

  I’ve had a taste, and now, I want more.

  Hellfire.

  Jack lifts his head and looks at me. His waves fall onto his forehead.

  “Hi.” He smiles.

  I brush his hair aside with my fingers. “Hi.”

  I feel shy. Which is pretty wild, considering I just let him screw me to kingdom come and back.

  “That was …”

  “Like nothing you’ve had before,” he finishes for me, a grin in his eyes.

  “I was going to say, good. But we can up it to great, if that makes you feel better.”

  “Ouch.” He chuckles, and the sound is easy. It makes me warm in a way the sex never could.

  He brushes his lips over mine. “Well, you’re like nothing I’ve ever known before, pretty girl. And that … that was some fucking out-of-this-world kind of sex.”

  “So, you thought it was good too?”

  He laughs again.

  I love that it’s me making him laugh.

  And I’m choosing not to examine what that means exactly.

  “Let me get rid of the condom.”

  He lifts up, pulling out of me. The emptiness I feel when he’s no longer inside of me is more pronounced than I want it to be.

  I sit up as Jack does, ready to swing my legs over the edge of the bed.

  He stops moving. “Where are you going?”

  “To get my panties.”

  He climbs over me, forcing me onto my back. He hovers over me on his hands, hair framing his face. “And why do you need them?”

  “Um … because we’re finished having sex.”

  “No.”

  “No what?”

  “No, we’re not finished having sex. Not by a long shot. I ain’t done with you yet, Audrey.”

  Holy bananas.

  “And what if I’m done with you?” I’m totally not done with him either, but I am suddenly in the mood to tease.

  His brow rises. “Then, you’d be making a mistake. That there, what we just did? That was the starter. We haven’t even gotten to the main course yet.”

  Holy. Fucking. Sex. Drive.

  “That wasn’t … are you a machine?” I ask in all seriousness.

  He laughs. His smile all fox. “No. I just have a high sex drive, and I can go all night.” He leans down and brushes a kiss over my lips, making me shiver. “And I plan on spending those hours exploring every inch of your gorgeous body with my tongue and fingers and making you come again with both. And then, when I’m done with that, I’ll be putting my cock in more than one of your holes.” He kisses me again, sucking on my bottom lip, indicating exactly where he plans on putting his dick.

  And I am all here for that. But I am still in the mood to play.

  I lift a brow. “And what if I don’t like sucking dick?”

  Jack laughs softly. “Then, I’ll just have to keep putting it in my favorite hole. Again and again and … again.” He slips a hand between my legs.

  I’m already soaked from his words alone.

  We both groan at the contact.

  “Jesus, Audrey. You ain’t going anywhere.” He moves his finger over my clit, teasing.

  And I nod my head in agreement.

  He pushes his finger inside me, and I close my eyes, basking in the feeling. Right where I need him to be.

  “We’re going to be doing this all night.”

  “Yes,” I pant as he starts moving his finger in and out of me.

  I’ve lost my mind to him. Caring about that fact at this moment in time isn’t even an option.

  Then, he pulls his finger out of me, pushing up to his knees.

  I stare at him, disappointed at the loss of him.

  He removes the condom. It’s not something I have ever thought of as hot before. But as I watch Jack do it, knowing what’s about to come—hopefully, me again and very soon—well, hell, it’s the sexiest thing ever.

  He throws the condom in the waste bin. Taking himself in his h
and, he starts slowly jacking himself off in front of me.

  Sweet Lawd.

  I sit up and wrap my hand around his, taking over, like I did earlier. But only this time, I plan on doing more. So much more.

  “Fuck yeah. That’s it, just like that,” he tells me in that raspy voice of his.

  I innocently blink up at him and lick my lips. “Oh, and just so you know … what I said before, I was lying. I do like sucking dick.”

  The sound of his groan as my head descends, taking his dick in my mouth, is almost my own undoing.

  A girl could come alone from just listening to that desire-fueled groan.

  He tastes like sex and latex. And I’m not hating it either.

  Weird.

  But it’s hard not to like anything about Jack.

  I work him over with my lips and tongue, bringing out my A game.

  He’s big though, and I have never been a deep-throat kind of girl. So, the rest of him that I can’t fit into my mouth, I jack off with my hand.

  “Jesus, Audrey. You suck me so good.” His hands grip my head, and he starts thrusting into my mouth. But he isn’t a jerk about it. He seems to know my limits. “Fuck, I need to stop, or I’ll come in your mouth.”

  He pulls away. I try to chase him back, wanting him to come in my mouth, wanting to taste him, but he’s not having it.

  Next thing I know, I’m on my back, my legs up in the air with his arms hooked around them, holding me in place.

  I stare up at him. “I wanted you to come in my mouth.” I pout.

  His eyes darken, and he growls a sexy sound. “Later. But right now, it’s my turn to taste you again.”

  We’re lying on our backs, next to each other, after that last round of sex. Both panting and soaked with sweat. My tank is drenched through and stuck to my body.

  I am actually starting to think that Jack is a robot.

  A legit, real robot.

  I’ve never known a guy who could go for that long or that much.

  I thought it was only in myths and pornos.

  Seems it happens in real life too.

  I’m not quite sure I deserve it. Deserve him. All gorgeous, six-foot-three fucking machine of him.

  But I’m not going to look this gift horse in the mouth either. I might be stupid, but I’m not totally dumb.

  I promised myself one night with Jack, and I plan on making the absolute most of it.

  Even if that means I’ll be walking tomorrow like I’ve got saddle sore.