Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
He kept seeing the image of Will naked in the steam, his head thrown back, his shaft in his hand… Again his cock nudged for attention. Jack grinned to himself, thinking he hadn’t had this many erections since his teenage days, when the slightest provocation sent the blood hurtling to his groin.
It was hard to follow the thread of whatever Will was talking about. Jack took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He forced himself to calm down and pay attention. He was going to have to stand up in a minute to play darts and the last thing he needed was a telltale erection bulging in his pants.
Will prattled on, his conversation completely devoid of even a hint of the sexual tension that had sprung up between them at Will’s place. A part of him was relieved at this reprieve but at the same time he felt put out. Was that amazing kiss no big deal to Will? Did he kiss and then massage every guy he had to his house? Had Jack wildly misinterpreted the whole thing?
This was so new, this feeling of being out of his ken. Jack’s life had always been so predictable, so easy, so—dull. He had spent a lifetime playing it safe. He didn’t make waves. He did what was expected. He’d married Emma when told that was the proper thing to do. He’d put college on hold because a father supported his children.
He’d never experienced fireworks with Emma, though she had been a lovely woman. Part of it was because of her hesitation, even resistance to the act of sex. At first he tried to get Emma to see her naked body was beautiful, but he’d given up early on. Emma had been ashamed of her body, not because it was ugly, far from it, but because she’d grown up believing the human body was sinful and shameful and should be hidden. Sex was something to be engaged in furtively, always in the dark, for his pleasure perhaps, but not for hers.
The tone was set that very first night when they were still seniors in high school and she’d let him have his way. She had, he was to realize later, used the carrot of sex as a way to control him, to win and keep him. There had been no pleasure, only eyes squeezed shut and fists clenched as she’d urged him to hurry and finish.
Young, horny, stupid and still fleeing the feelings Luke had stirred in him, he’d mistakenly thought she was only frightened because it was the first time. He was frightened too, but too horny to care.
She’d been a dutiful wife, permitting him to have sex with her once or twice a week for the duration of their marriage, except during and just after pregnancy. To his knowledge she’d never had an orgasm. “It’s okay,” she would assure him. “I don’t need that. This is for you. Just hold me. That’s all I want.”
At first he hadn’t believed her. During the first year of their marriage he was convinced he could change her. He would be the one to help her tear down the stupid, misguided notions that had warped her thinking and inhibited her ability to receive physical pleasure. If he could get her to relax enough, he’d show her what she’d been missing. She would be grateful and become his secret sex goddess.
She’d punched him hard in the side of the head the first—and only—time he’d tried to lick her pussy. “That’s disgusting! It’s filthy!” she exhorted him, her face red with shame and anger. “Get away from me. Don’t you ever do that again, Jack Crawford.”
Nor did she ever touch his cock with her hands, and certainly not with her mouth. At least she had seemed to enjoy the missionary sex they had well enough. She would sigh and murmur to him she loved him, and squirm beneath him to help him come more quickly, but there had been little passion between them.
At first he blamed it on the pregnancy, which had preceded the marriage. They’d never had a chance to be carefree. After that he blamed it on the demands of young motherhood, then on the passage of time leaving her bored with him. After a while he put it out of his mind altogether. It was what it was, and she was a wonderful wife in every other respect.
Watching Will, who was smiling and gesturing animatedly, it occurred to Jack the lack of passion in their marriage hadn’t been entirely Emma’s fault. Perhaps he had been as mechanical and predictable as she, using her body as a receptacle for his lust, without examining his own complicity.
Perhaps he hadn’t been meant to be with a woman.
The thought was too dangerous for the moment and he pushed it aside with a physical shrug of rejection. Yet, thinking back, he’d never experienced as powerful an orgasm with Emma as he had that one night with Luke.