Page 31 of Don't Lie to Me
I relaxed my thighs, embarrassed he had noticed through my short black skirt. I received a small smile in approval. It quickly changed back to a lustful grin as we stood there, just watching each other. My nipples hardened under his watch, just waiting for him to tell me what to do next. I knew this look. He wanted complete control from me and knowing that he needed that from me, left me fighting the urge to clench my thighs together again.
“Strip.” He spoke as nonchalantly as he did when he told me earlier in the morning to have a good day. His eyes were anything but nonchalant while I slowly kicked my sandals off, and pushed my skirt down. I paused for a minute and let my eyes drag down his entire body. A seductive grin fell across my lips once I kicked my skirt away from him. I stood there, several feet away from what I wanted so badly clad in just a pink silk top and nothing beneath.
A low growl escaped Jack’s throat when he saw me bare beneath the skirt. I loved knowing I challenged his self-control. I gave up feeling wanton, and embraced the control I had over him, too. I smirked at the thought and brought my eyes back to his. Then, I slowly, teasingly so, undid the top button.
“Hurry up before I rip your shirt off you,” he commanded, a small grin on his lips.
I didn’t listen. I took my time knowing that any second he was either going to throw me up against a wall and take me hard, or punish me for teasing him.
Either option sounded good to me.
I slowly separated one more button, thankful for my generous breasts that showed my cleavage now.
That one small glimpse of my skin was just enough for his control to break. Without any warning, Jack’s arm was around my waist. He moved as quickly as a panther because in one blink of an eye he was too far away and then in another, I was up against his bedroom door. The cold wood pressed against the length of my body. Jack’s entire body pressed up against mine and my already hardened nipples became unbearably uncomfortable.
“Jack….” I moaned. I meant it to be a warning not to actually rip my shirt off. There would be men downstairs when I left and I didn’t want to be embarrassed. Instead it came out all breathy and husky and needy. I stopped caring about the shirt when he ground his erection into me.
Jack’s mouth met mine forcefully. He swirled his tongue, not even waiting for me to allow him entrance. His hand moved from behind my back and grabbed one of my hands, holding it above my head. I arched into him and rubbed my bare crotch against his pants. I wanted him. Now.
My free hand reached out to his pants and I began fumbling with his zipper and belt. He moaned as I rubbed against his crotch and finally got the belt loose. With one hand, I unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. I smiled into his mouth when I realized he was just as bare beneath his pants as I had been.
Hot damn, I thought as I released his gorgeous cock and fondled it in my hands. It pulsed in my hands and I instantly wondered what it would be like to taste him. What he tasted like. I never enjoyed doing that sort of thing to a man before, but who the hell was I kidding – I had never been with a man before Jack – just boys. And suddenly, I wanted to please him just as much as he always took the time to please me.
I pushed him away from my mouth and felt heat creep to my cheeks as I looked in his eyes and then back down to my hand. A small, embarrassed smile tugged at my lips.
I looked at Jack sheepishly. “I want to taste you,” I whispered against his lips.
“Oh fuck, Emma.” Jack answered, his voice as ragged as mine.
Without another word, I dropped to my knees in front of Jack and pulled his pants down with me. His cocked jumped right in front of me, and as I removed his pants from his ankles, I longingly took in the sight in front of me. Tentatively, I reached out and licked the tip of his cock and the drop of pre-cum that was sitting right at the tip.
I smiled when I heard a soft thump and looked up to see Jack’s forehead resting against the door, one hand bracing himself up and the other softly rubbing my hair at the back of my head.
“Suck me,” he ordered roughly. His eyes looked anything but rough though. He almost looked amused that I was down here on my knees in front of him, wanting to do this for him.
I turned my eyes from his before I lost my nerve and settled it back in front of me. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and slowly pulled him into my mouth, sheathing my teeth with my lips. I swirled my tongue around his tip, surprising myself with how much I loved the salty and sweaty taste of him. Jack moaned above me and gripped my head tighter but still allowing me a semblance of control. I knew he was fighting it. He probably wanted to grab my head and take over but he resisted, allowing me this moment to take him how I wanted.
“Emma.” That one word spoken with such lust and need moved me into action. I took him further in my mouth, until I swallowed all of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I moaned and hallowed my cheeks in order to relax so I could take all of him more comfortably. My hand went around and cupped his balls, squeezing them firmly and I relished the feel of his hand trembling slightly as it rested on my head. More quickly, I moved back and forth, sucking and licking him, loving the feel of his fullness in me.
“I can’t hold on….” Knowing Jack was closer, I pulled him in further, and harder than I had before just as he thrust his hips into me. He tightened right before his come spurt into my mouth. I kept sucking while Jack moaned and until I had licked every drop from him. It tasted of him; sexy and masculine with a mixture of salt. I couldn’t wait to do it again.
Slowly, he pulled out of me and with his hand that was on the back of my head, guided me up so I was standing again; pressed against the door. His hands gently clasped my hips, pulling me toward him before he rested his head right next to my temple.
“That was fucking awesome, Emma.” Jack’s ragged breath turned me on and I wanted more. “My turn now.”
He immediately dropped to his knees. My hands went to his hair when he kissed the inside of both my thighs, slowly blowing a hot breath against my clit as he passed by. With one hand, he moved one leg so my knee rested on his shoulder, opening me further.
“Put the palms of your hands on the wall,” he said, looking at me through half-hooded lashes. I couldn’t. I needed the grip on his head to keep me standing. I shook my head no. With one hand, he inserted one finger into me, turning it in circles as he pressed in and pulled it out.
One side of his lips twitched up. “Put your hands on the wall, Emma. Or I stop right now.” Before I was able to move them, he thrust a second finger into me, causing me to gasp.
He quirked an eyebrow and stilled his fingers, waiting for me to listen.
I did. I didn’t want him to stop.
Unfortunately, his phone rang, signaling we had company. I mewled in frustration.
He chuckled softly and kissed my thigh. “Later. I’ll take care of you later.”
