“Oh fuck!” The words are louder than I intend.
He cants his hips slower, more deliberately, but just as rough. “There?” He asks, rutting into me. I nod my head fervently, my skin flaming. “That’soh fuck?”
He tilts his pelvis, grinding the head of his cock against a spot inside me I didn’t know existed before now, and my pussy clenches and flutters around his length.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I could live here. I want to fucking live here.”
He holds himself there for a moment before pulling out almost completely and then driving back into me faster and harder than before. I cling to the bedsheets, overwhelmed by all of him in every way.
He slows his pace again. His rough fingers lightly brush over my sensitive nipple and I arch into his touch.
Without warning, he stops and withdraws from me. "Ride me," he says like he’s just thought of something life changing and he lays down on the bed next to me. “I want to see these bounce,” he palms my breasts as I move to straddle him again.
I obey his command, straddling him as his firm grip takes hold of my waist, guiding me onto his body.
I eagerly take him inside again, thankful for how wet he makes me becauseoh my god it’s a lot. Leaning forward, my hands grip the contours of his muscled chest as I begin to ride him with increased speed and intensity. My breasts bounce with each movement and Jack's hand finds its way to cup one of them. He kneads my flesh, causing blissful sparks to shoot through my body.
"I wish I could keep you like this day and night," he groans, his voice filled with awe. “You ride dick so good, baby.” The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room and Ican't help but let out a loud moan as my body is overcome by waves of pleasure.
"Me too," I murmur as his hands grip my waist. Another wave of heat rushes over my skin. My legs quiver slightly as he guides me, his movements precise. "Oh god," I gasp, my orgasm building from the way he grinds my clit against his pelvis. "I'm going to come."
He gradually slows the way he fucks up into me even though I am supposed to be the one riding him, and I match his pace, savoring his deep and deliberate thrusts that send waves of pleasure through my body. With a steady rhythm, I move up and down on his cock, each motion pushing me closer to the edge.
He is everything and I never want this to end.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he growls, his voice laced with urgency.
My muscles burn with fatigue, but I push myself to keep going at this feverish pace. I watch as his face contorts in pleasure, his eyes glazing over. He lets out a low, guttural moan that travels down my spine. Every nerve in my body is on fire.
The most intense orgasm of my life wracks my entire being as my body convulses in pleasure. At the same time, Jack reaches his own peak and we both come to a shuddering halt, completely spent and sated in each other's embrace.
I fall over into a heap on his slick body. “I’ve never,” I say, curling against him.
“Me neither,” he breathes, brushing my hair from both our faces.
I know he doesn’t mean that in the same way I do, but in a way I think we are on the same page. Because while I mean physically, I also mean emotionally.
You’re the first,I don’t say aloud.The first person I think I might be in love with too.
26
NEED SOMETHING?
JACK
It wasa nice thought that we would wake up the following day—after fucking through every hour of the night—and attend a lecture together, but that isn’t what happened.
Quinn is in the backseat with Sienna, who is safely strapped into her car seat and snoozing away despite how horrible she must feel. Meanwhile, I drive in a dazed and exhausted state as we approach the driveway.
The high from last night evaporated quickly when Grammy video called early this morning, Sienna’s face appearing on the screen flushed from puking her poor baby guts out.
Once I put the car in park, Quinn takes her out of her car seat, attempting to soothe her back to sleep. I open the door and she hands her off to me so I can carry her inside and upstairs. Worry strains my brow and I can feel a tension headache from hell coming on.
“I hope she doesn’t have a fever.” This is the first time she’s been sick, something I’ve dreaded since the day I brought her home fresh out of the hospital.
Quinn nods, setting up my bedroom for a long night ahead. She pads into the bathroom and wets a washcloth.
As we settle, so does my initial panic. I run the cool cloth over my little bear’s forehead. Quinn, who is the picture of calm, focuses on ordering an electrolyte drink and other groceries to be delivered. “She’s going to be okay,” she reassures me softly, “Babies get sick. I’m sure she just picked up a bug somewhere.”
