Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 128742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
“I want to make you come,” he says, his voice thick.
My answer is a soft sigh that transforms into a choked moan when Jack’s hand dips inside my underwear. A shudder travels down my spine at the sweet sensation of him cupping my core, then swiping his thumb over my clit. He massages me for a moment before penetrating me with first one, then a second finger.
“Perfect,” he whispers again, and I see his eyes gleaming in the darkness. “Knew you’d feel like this.”
I bite my lip. “Like what?”
“Tight.” He withdraws both fingers. “Soft.” He pushes them back in, making me gasp. “Wet.”
He’s driving me wild. I lie on my back with Jack hovering above me, kissing my lips, my neck, licking at my exposed breasts while he fingers me. I hold my breath and cling to his shoulders to ground myself.
Teetering on the edge of collapse, I writhe against his hand. He feels so good, but I’m greedy. I need more. His dick is hard against my thigh, and it’s…large. I knew he’d be big, but the proof of it, that long, thick ridge, makes my core throb. I want him inside me.
When I reach to pull down his pants, he stops my hand. I search for his eyes in the dark, but instead of an answer, I feel him remove his hand and pull me half on top of him.
Jack’s the one on his back now, gently tugging my body up until I feel his stiff erection flush with my core. He guides my hips, thrusting up against me. The fact that we’re still clothed is both torturous and exhilarating. He could strip me down if he wanted to, but he’s choosing to tease us, to take it slow.
The friction is intense. It continues to stoke the building tension. Jack’s breathing becomes haggard as I slide back and forth, reaching for relief, feeling him throb beneath me. His fingers dig into my hips. His face is buried at my neck, tongue tasting my overheated skin.
“I’m almost there.” My voice comes out in a breathy desperate rush as I lose my rhythm and my muscles tighten.
“Really?” I hear the satisfied smile in his voice. “That was fast.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No, just didn’t realize I was this good.”
“Cocky jerk.”
I lightly punch him on the shoulder, but he retaliates by thrusting upward so his dick grinds my clit. I gasp with pleasure.
“Oh my God. More,” I beg.
Chuckling, he flips me on my back and positions himself between my legs, covering my body. We kiss, our tongues tangling, as he brings me to orgasm. Panting and sated.
“Ah fuck,” he suddenly chokes out. His hips move faster, and now I feel him shaking against me. “I’m gonna come.”
He sounds almost startled by that, and even as the aftershocks of orgasm continue to tremble through me, I wrap my legs around his waist to keep our lower bodies locked.
Jack groans as he finds release, his face in the crook of my neck, his broad body shuddering for several moments before going still.
We lie there, catching our breath. My heart is pounding.
“That hasn’t happened to me since I was fourteen years old,” Jack says with a weak laugh. He doesn’t sound embarrassed, though. Only sated.
“You must really like me then.”
It’s meant as a joke, but his response is emphatic, loaded with intensity. “I think I do.”
He kisses my cheek, my temple. Draws his fingers across my forehead to brush away the sweaty strands. He tells me he’ll be right back and leaves to clean himself up, then tiptoes in minutes later to slip back under the covers and pull me into his embrace.
As his muscular arms wrap around me, the implications of what we’ve done rush through my brain. What does tonight represent for us? With our recent history, I’m not about to assume his intentions.
And what do I do about Nate now? After our first time, Nate went out of his way to make sure I knew we weren’t officially together. And since I’d place us firmly in the situationship category, I feel only the barest amount of guilt as I lie here in Jack’s arms. It’s mostly confusion, not guilt, that’s muddling my brain.
“So what now?” he asks as if reading my mind.
“I’m not sure,” I say softly. “But what I do know is you can’t shut down anymore whenever it starts to feel serious or overwhelming or uncomfortable. We’re friends first, right?”
“Right.”
“That means you have to make an effort to talk to me.” I twist my head to offer a teasing smile. “Use your words, okay?”
“I will,” he promises.
“Good. Now, what about me?”
“What about you?”
“It’s a two-way street. What can I do better? Other than not forgetting to do the dishes and the shopping.”
Jack chuckles. “There’s nothing to do better. I like everything about you.”