Either Jack didn’t notice the crazed thoughts going through my head, or he pretended not to, because as soon as my gaze refocused on him, his lips collided with mine, claiming me as his. It was intense from the get-go—my fingers threading through his hair and his gripping the back of my neck to pull me closer.
Goosebumps formed up my arms, and I was thankful none of my sleep shorts fit me anymore as Jack placed his hand under my ass and pulled my left leg to wrap around him. As often as we did this, I would never become numb to his touch. The way his fingertips burned my skin, leaving a wake of pleasure and desire to light me up inside. The way he groaned into my mouth when I took his tongue deeper into mine. The way our hips couldn’t get any closer due to my bump, but he pulled me tighter against him anyway. He promised me earlier in the evening that he would go down on me in the glider, but I knew that wasn’t what this was. Something else was going on, but I couldn’t bring myself back to reality until the tension in my lower regions was released.
“Jack,” I gasped as his mouth left mine and traveled to the spot between my jaw and my neck. His teeth nipped at the skin, surely leaving a mark, and I tugged his head closer.
“What do you need, baby?” His lips moved lower to my collarbone while his hands traveled upward beneath my sleepshirt, tracing my bump and cupping my breasts. My core pressed further against him to feel his steel length. God, I felt himeverywhere. We had barely begun anything, and I already knew my orgasm wasn’t far off.
“I need…I need you to touch me,” I spoke between breaths.
Jack’s response was immediate. My entire body shuddered as his right hand torturously skimmed along my side. He slid between my legs and rubbed a thumb against my panties. I didn’t need to reach my hand down to know I was soaked to the bone. Especially—oh—when his thumb grazed my clit. Even with the thin layer of fabric between us, I could feel myself getting closer to the brink of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groaned into my neck. “I’ve barely started touching you, and you’re so wet for me.” His voice was so gravelly, so husky, that it didn’t even sound like himself. He had been replaced with an angrier, broodier Jack who only wanted to release his frustration through sex, and I washerefor it.
The heat spreading across my body made it difficult to speak. Or move. Or do anything that required brain function. Tingles crawled up my body from my toes to my hair as he continued to rub my clit through my panties. His other fingers teased the edge of the fabric where my thigh met my folds, faintly moving back and forth. The sensation was fucking killing me. Hot breath met my ear as he rubbed harder. “Come on, Maggie. Finish what I started.”
If nothing else, his voice—that fucking sex voice of his—did me in. And Jack always did it the right way.
“I-ca–” I stuttered before he pressed his cock against me and bit into my neck with a desperate moan. “Oh, my god.”
Blackness threatened to take over my eyes while I forced them open. Pleasure and release and a relentless want for him shot through my veins as my orgasm took over my body. Even still, Jack continued to rub his fingers against me, moving my pantiesto one side so he could feel me come on his fingers. He drew it out longer than I imagined was possible. When I finally finished unraveling, he shoved his body beneath the covers and sucked my clit into his mouth, provoking even more of me to spill onto his waiting lips.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbled through mouthfuls of swallowing my release. His hands had moved under my ass to squeeze while he continued licking me until there was nothing left.
Shivers still wracked my body as I experienced the aftershocks of my orgasm. My fingers clutched his shoulders—nails probably digging in too deep, but Jack once told me he appreciated the momento—and my legs still shook when he crawled up to face me. I heaved as I tried to speak. “That was…single-handedly….the best th-”
“Shh,” he grinned and pressed his lips to mine, swiping his tongue through my lips so I could taste myself on him. Of course, it only made me shake even more and squeeze his shoulders harder. Jack smirked at my reaction.
The curve of his mouth hit me with a wave of insecurity. He never looked at me like that. He always looked pleased with his ability to wring pleasure from my body, but never so…vanquished.
But he didn’t give me more than five seconds to overthink it, because he was reaching below the covers and ripping off my t-shirt. Shoving his boxers down. Crowding me into the mattress, even though no room was left between us.
“I want to do this for you, Maggie,” he breathed into my neck.
“You do everything for me. Let me do something for you.”
That made him pull back and meet my gaze. Uncertainty coated his features.
“Jack…” My hands cupped his face. He lookedterrified.“Please, let me help you.” Whatever he was keeping from me waskilling him, and I couldn’t get it out of him. All my pleading did was bring him to distract me with his body. With our connection.
The sexual connection we started with that morphed into so much more. Weweremore than that.
Reaching down to give his cock a few tugs, he rubbed his tip up and down my slit. I moaned in response. “This is all I need, right here.”
I clutched his shoulders and Jack pushed inside of me.Hard. He thrusted twice giving me a few seconds to accommodate his thick girth.
The heat behind my hips grew, and I knew my second orgasm wasn’t far off. My hips met his every movement, our bodies dancing in a way that made the world stop spinning. Jack held the back of my head in his hands, looking at me like this was the last time he would have me like this. The sense of finality in his eyes brought tears to mine.
What is happening?
We fucked and moaned each other’s names. Jack bit my neck. I bit his bottom lip. My legs shook and tightened around his waist. Jack kept them open, so I couldn’t suppress the friction in my core.
Something I loved about Jack was the way he always looked at me like I was his everything. When we had sex, when we talked, when we worked in the barn, and snuck secret glances at each other. But tonight, he looked at me like he was losing everything. And I had no idea why or what to do with it.
When we were finally sated and draped against each other, Jack pulled back to examine my face. I was heaving and shaking and trying to get my body back under control.
“Damn, I did a number on you tonight, didn’t I?”
The cockiness in his voice was different from what he usually sounded like after sex. Like he was proud he did what he did,but didn’t necessarily sound grateful that it was me. It sounded like…Playboy Jack.
