Jack’s Dee-Light (2 page)

The word choice might have been crude, but then, he was mimicking her earlier words from the bar. Maybe he thought to turn her off by saying it that way. He was wrong. She could feel her pussy getting wet at the idea of being with him. Her nipples were so hard and tight that they literally ached. Yeah, she wanted to fuck.

“Yeah.” He looked a little surprised but also a whole lot of turned-on and she realized she’d spoken out loud.

This time she nodded and moved her legs restlessly.

“Be really sure,” he urged. “It might kill me to stop if we start.”

But he would. She knew that. She’d wanted him for what felt like her entire life. Now, here they were, and her nighttime fantasies could be coming true. No way was she turning him down. She could handle a night of pleasure with him. No demands. Just incredible sex as many times as they could handle it tonight. She could do that.

“That’s what you want?”

She was talking out loud again. She nodded.

“Condoms?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered. She’d bought a box in anticipation of her night with Mike. They’d only used one. “I’m on the Pill too,” she told him, wanting him to know that she was doubly protected against pregnancy.

“Where are they?” he asked.

“My bedroom dresser. Top drawer.” She pushed up to her elbows in preparation to go get them but he stilled her with a flat hand on her stomach.

“Plenty of time,” he said. “We’ll head there before things get to that point.” His hand moved back down to skim the edge of her skirt again. “Right now I really want to see what color panties you have on under this short little skirt.”

“Black,” she whispered. “Lace.”

He closed his eyes and she watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He opened his eyes and glanced at her chest. “Matching black lacy bra?”

She nodded and he groaned. “My imagination is killing me,” he murmured.

“Then let me put a stop to that,” she said and reached for the hem of her shirt.

Chapter Three

She was going to have sex with Jack. Thank god she was wearing her black lacy lingerie. She had no idea why she’d chosen it over her usual preference of a comfy cotton set but thankfully she had. As her top skimmed up over her bra she heard his quick indrawn breath and said another thank-you in her head.

She dropped her shirt off the side and looked at him. He was eyeing her chest with awe. She might be the shortest of her friends but she was also the most well-endowed. She was a full D-cup and the lacy demi-bra she had on barely covered her tight nipples.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and she almost laughed, wondering if he meant all of her or just the part he was focusing on at the moment.

“All of you,” he said meeting her eyes. Whoops, she needed to quit talking to herself outside her head. “But I can honestly say I’ve never seen breasts as amazing as yours.”

She didn’t care if it was a lie or not. It was Jack and he was talking about her breasts. She reached for the button on her skirt and he stilled her with a hand over hers. “Not yet,” he said. “I don’t know what I want to do as it is,” he admitted. “I keep coming back to the fact that it’s you and I shouldn’t be doing this, feeling what I’m feeling.”

“What are you feeling?” she wanted to know.

“Like my dick’s going to explode if I don’t get inside you soon,” he said. “Like I’m going to die of thirst if I don’t taste you soon.”

“Taste me,” she invited.

“I want your mouth, Dee,” he whispered, meeting her gaze once more. “I want to kiss you.”

Without conscious thought she leaned up to meet him as he leaned down. He brushed his lips across hers, his hands skimming up her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts as he moved them up to cup her face. His lips brushed hers again and then he caught her bottom lip with his teeth. A soft nip soothed by the rub of his tongue. His thumb pressed gently at her chin, urging her to open for him.

Gladly, willingly, she did. His tongue eased in and stroked along hers, coaxing her to follow him back into his mouth. He closed his lips around her tongue and sucked gently on it. She pulled it out slowly, tugging against the suction he plied, breaking the kiss. Their eyes were open, each watching the other.

She wondered briefly how many other women he’d kissed this way then shoved the thought out of her mind. Honestly, she didn’t want to know about others, she just wanted to focus on the here and now. Please, don’t let this be a dream.

His warm breath touched her damp lip as he chuckled. “Touch me, honey,” he urged. “I’m not a dream.”

He was turned toward her, still sitting while she had one leg on either side of his hips. Her skirt had moved up a bit and one nipple was just peeking over the edge of her bra. She licked her lips and ran her eyes over him. He was edible.

She ran her hands up his arms to clench his shoulders, and grabbing her courage, pulled him in for another kiss, deeper, consuming. She tugged him down with her as she reclined back again so that her head was once more pillowed on the armrest. He turned with her, moving into position over her and she could feel the hard length of his erection through his jeans where he leaned against her naked thigh.

She wanted him inside her, moving, taking, owning. Wanted him to bring her to orgasm again and again. Her body was all but screaming, “Take me.”

“Not yet,” he whispered, pulling back from her kiss to blaze a trail of hot kisses down her neck to her chest. His tongue stroked a wet path along the lacy edge of her bra until he came to the nipple that was already popped free of confinement. He flicked it, traced around it, licked over it before finally wrapping his lips around it and sucking.

She arched up into him with a low moan, her fingers moving from his shoulders to clench in the short strands of his hair. He sucked gently then more firmly and she felt the nip of his teeth. His hands were around her, and when he finally pulled away from her nipple, he tugged her bra straps down her shoulders and over her arms. She released her hold on his hair to help him take it the rest of the way off and then lay there, bare to his gaze.

“Perfection,” he breathed, palming her breasts and seeming to weigh them in his hands before giving them a squeeze and running his thumbs over her aching nipples.

She went to reach for him again but he stopped her by releasing her breasts and running his hands up the insides of her arms. He pressed them above her head so that they dangled over the armrest above her head.

“Just like that,” he encouraged her and she clenched her hands into tight fists when his thumbs moved back to torture her nipples. He ducked his head and she watched as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth. Her moan was low and long as he fed from her, hard, suctioning pulls that had her pussy clenching and growing wetter by the moment.

He worked one nipple then moved over to the other. When both were red and wet he pushed them together and blew a breath of air over them. She cried out as they pebbled impossibly tighter. Then, with a groan, he took both of them into his mouth and sucked hard.

No one had ever done that to her before. It was incredible, magnificent and with a low cry she came. Her pussy rippled and she could feel her juices dampening her panties. She’d never orgasmed from just her breasts being played with.

He released her nipples with a pop and moved up to possess her mouth again. Her hands moved back to touch him. His arms, his shoulders. Her knees were clamped around his hips, her skirt around her waist as she ground her pussy up against his rock-hard cock. When he finally ended the kiss they were both fighting for air.

“You came,” he said and she couldn’t fault him for the smug grin on his face. Hell yeah, she’d come.

“I want to taste you, Dee,” he moaned, brushing his lips along her jaw. His hands moved down her body to grip her hips and press them back against the couch. “I want to taste that sweet cream that’s all over your pussy.”

Hell yeah.

He chuckled against her skin as he moved slowly down her body. She didn’t care if she spoke out loud. She really wanted to feel that wicked mouth on her pussy right now. His fingers released the button and zipper on her skirt and he rose up on his knees.

He pushed her knees together in front of him, closing her thighs and running his hands up her legs so that she lifted them straight up in the air. He leaned in, shifting her legs back open so that her calves rested on his shoulders and reached for her skirt.

Using his body for leverage, she lifted her hips while he tugged her skirt and then held perfectly still while he skimmed it up her legs and off. He tossed it away and ran his hands back down the outside of her legs to her knees. There he moved his hands around to the inside and pressed her legs open again, urging them back down so that her feet were flat on the sofa cushion.

“Jack,” she breathed out his name. He smiled at her and bent to place kisses on the insides of both her knees.

“I have to taste you,” he whispered before adjusting his position so that he was lying on his stomach, his head between her thighs. She had no idea how he fit his long length on her couch like that but with his hot breath on her panties, she didn’t care.

“Yes,” she sighed with agreement. She clenched her ass, lifting her pussy closer toward him, and held her breath as she waited.

His lips touched the damp gusset of her panties and he pressed a kiss to her covered folds. Why had he left her panties on? She wanted to feel him on her skin.

“You’re so hot and wet,” he stated, fanning her folds once more with his hot breath. His tongue traced along the right edge of her panties then moved to trace along the left.

“Oh god,” she whispered, catching her breath.

His tongue moved to slide over the lace that covered her lips and tease her even more. He poked at her opening through the material and she pressed up toward him.

“Jack,” she said again.

“What do you want, Dee?” he whispered to her, looking up to meet her eyes.

“I want…” She had to stop to catch her breath.

“Tell me,” he urged.

“I want your mouth on my skin.”

He turned his head and kissed along her inner thigh, licking and sucking gently at her tender flesh there.

“Jack,” she cried.

“My mouth is exactly where you want it.” He met her eyes again and she could see the wicked intent there. “On your skin.”

He would make her say it, make her ask for him to do what she wanted. And she had little doubt that her saying it would make them both hotter.

“I want to feel your tongue on my pussy,” she whispered and his nostrils flared, his eyes seemed to grow darker. “I want you to taste me there. I want you there.”

“How attached to these panties are you?” he asked.

“What?” she asked, too dazed to get what he was asking.

“I’m sorry,” he said and placed one more kiss on her inner thigh.

“For what?” she managed to ask.

“For this,” he said and moved his hands to grab the lacy material at her left hip. With a hard pull he ripped the material in two, then holding her gaze, moved to her opposite hip and did the same.

Her stomach trembled, her pussy rippled, releasing more cream to dampen her folds, and her breath caught in her throat as he held her gaze, grabbing the top of her ripped panties and pulling them down to fully uncover her.

He tugged the material away easily and tossed them. She could feel the heat of his stare on her and closed her eyes. What was he thinking? She kept herself groomed, preferring to keep some of her curls trimmed and covering her mound instead of waxing it all off. Jacey teased her that she was putting a welcome mat out but not inviting anyone over. Every time they went to get waxed Jacey would try to talk her into getting it all removed. But that wasn’t for her.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jack finally spoke, breaking into her nervous internal chatter. She felt the trace of his fingers over her plump folds and shuddered with pleasure. “I love that you aren’t bare.”

He didn’t clarify why but she didn’t care when she felt his tongue move along the seam of her lips, tracing her from those curls all the way down to her opening. Her hands moved, and though she wanted to clench them in his hair and hold him close, she forced them to relax and just brush through his hair.

He flattened his tongue against her and moaned as if the taste of her was incredible. The tip of his tongue moved to rim her opening and his moan sounded again. His lips pressed in, surrounding her, and then his tongue was fucking inside her, rubbing, thrusting, claiming.

She cried out and her fingers did clench but he didn’t seem to mind. He used one hand to spread her lips wide, opening her further to his eyes and mouth. He pulled his tongue from her and traced back up to her clitoris. He glanced up at her and held her gaze captive.

His tongue traced all around the swollen bud of her clit, teasing and further stimulating it. Then he flattened his tongue again and pressed over the swollen bud, rubbing up and down. The other hand skimmed along her inner thigh until his fingers were at her opening, one digit dipping inside.

“Jack,” she cried his name and knew her eyes were begging him.

His tongue pulled back inside his mouth, his lips wrapped around the bud and he began to suck softly on it. One finger was joined by another and he scissored them inside her, rubbing and stretching the sheath of her pussy. His every move was slow and soft.

He moved his mouth back again but kept his fingers moving in and out of her. “Touch yourself for me, Dee. Play with those gorgeous nipples.”

They ached for touch and she was happy to give it to them, to let him see her do it. She licked her thumbs and ran them over her nipples until they were wet, hard points. He groaned and she pinched them between her fingers, catching her breath and dipping her eyes closed as the sensations washed over her.

“Look at me,” his voice was hard and rough with need.

She forced them open and met his gaze once more.

His fingers began to fuck her faster, rubbing her walls with each thrust. He took her clit into his mouth again and sucked more forcibly on it, his tongue flicking and jabbing at it. She pinched harder, her hips lifting closer to his face as she crept higher and higher toward orgasm.

When it came it was a violent storm raging through her. Orgasm claimed her ruthlessly and she cried out with the erotic pleasure of it. Her fingers clamped down tight on her nipples, using that sharp pleasurable-pain to prolong the moment as long as she could. Slowly, she released them and let her hips ease down to rest against the cushions again.

Jack turned his face to trail kisses along her inner thighs again. He pulled his fingers from her, triggering another smaller rush of pleasure that was no less intense.

“You’re so beautiful, Dee.”

She smiled. That was all she had the energy to do at the moment. Somewhere inside her heart stuttered, because this was Jack, her Jack, looking at her and saying she was beautiful. But she refused to think on it. There would be time for that later, when she was alone. Just sex. She had to keep reminding herself of that.

He shifted away from her, trailing his hands over her naked skin as he moved to stand beside the couch. His shirt had come untucked here and there. His hair was mussed from her fingers. But what held her gaze the longest was the bulge of his cock where it lay hard beneath the faded denim of his well-worn jeans. Until it finally dawned on her that while she was completely naked, Jack was completely dressed.