Authors: Lorelei James
Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary, #Adult, #Western, #Red Hots!, #Contemporary Romance
All Jacked Up (14 page)
“Ooh, I’m intrigued by that bad boy grin you’re sportin’.”
“It’s all for you.”
Keely’s gaze dropped to his erection and zoomed back up to his eyes. “Before I get to that, I need your help taking my shoes off. I lose my balance when I try.”
“You want to do it in here?”
“No. My bedroom.” She turned, flaunting her tight, round, perfect little ass. Talk about losing his balance. Jack almost tripped over his goddamn tongue. He grabbed four condoms from his shaving kit and followed her.
Her room was completely dark, except for a dim lamp on the dresser. Jack flipped the light switch, flooding the room with light.
“So much for mood lighting,” she muttered.
“But better for me to see all of you. Bend over, put your palms flat on the mattress and spread your legs shoulder width apart.”
When it appeared Keely might argue, he merely raised his eyebrow in challenge.
She obeyed.
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Jack moved in behind her, setting his hands on her hips. He traced the contours of that marvelous ass, making a couple thorough passes over the same sensitive section of skin just to see her tremble. His hands followed the line of her thighs until he fell to his knees between her feet.
Using a rough-tipped finger, Jack teased the swell of her butt cheeks past the ticklish crease of her knee, down her muscled calf to the barrier of her shoe. Then he repeated the method on the other side. As he tantalized her inner thighs with butterfly-soft touches, he caught a whiff of her sex, softening, moistening for him. His eager, demanding cock slapped his belly.
“Jack—”
“Be still.” He had no intention of letting her off easy. He replicated his effort on her legs with his hot, wet tongue.
“I thought you were helping with my shoes.”
“I’m a Jack of all trades.”
Keely groaned.
Jack circled his hand around her left ankle. “Lift up.”
She shifted. He tugged on the spike heel and the shoe popped off her foot. He kissed her anklebone and her instep before gently replacing her foot on the floor. She wiggled her toes into the carpet and sighed.
“Much better.”
“Good. Other side.” Her right foot received the same meticulous treatment.
“My feet thank you.” Keely looked at him curiously when he remained kneeling on the floor.
“What?”
“Sit on the bed facing me.”
“Jack—”
“Do it.”
Keely bounced she hit the mattress so fast. “I knew you’d be demanding and controlling.”
“And yet, here you are.” Jack placed his mouth on the inside curve of her knee. He feathered kisses up, listening to the choppy sound of her breathing. The closer his marauding mouth moved to her pussy, the more her leg muscles quivered beneath his lips. He inhaled the aroma of her lilac-scented lotion mixed with the musky perfume of her sex.
Her eyes were dark with lust as she peeked from beneath lowered lashes. Her upper teeth sank into her kiss-swollen bottom lip. An effort to keep from crying out? Pointless. He’d take great pains and great pride in making Keely come undone.
Jack curled his hands around her hips and brought her body forward to his liking, ignoring her surprised gasp. He slipped his hands under her butt and bent to lick her glistening sex. He didn’t bother holding back his primal groan as he tasted her for the first time.
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He could’ve drawn out his oral worship, built Keely to climax slowly, but Jack was crazy to feel her explode on his tongue. After pressing kisses on her closely shorn mound, he followed the cleft down to the mouth of her pussy and wiggled his tongue inside.
“Oh. Damn. That’s…”
Jack withdrew and did it again. And again. He zigzagged his tongue up that gratifyingly wet slit, stopping to suckle her pussy lips, while his tongue probed her clitoris.
“Jack!”
He started working her sweet little clit. Alternating sucking with tickling flicks of his tongue and firm-lipped bites. When Keely’s hands landed on his head, he latched onto that pulsing nub and sucked until she screamed.
After the throbbing slowed, her hands fell away. She flopped onto the mattress with a heavy, sated sigh. “Can I just say…holy fucking shit. That was—”
“Phenomenal? Astounding?” he supplied.
She rested on her elbows and looked at him. “Not what I expected. I thought I was giving you head.
Not that I’m complaining or anything.”
“Good.” Jack pushed to his feet. Her avid gaze devoured his cock as he rolled the condom on. He dipped his tongue into her navel and blew across the wet spot. “Roll over.”
Keely flipped to her stomach. That sexy squeaking noise escaped when he yanked her hips to the edge of the bed. Her toes barely touched the floor.
“Brace yourself for a hard, fast ride, cowgirl.” Jack arranged his cock, lifted her ass so he could watch his dick disappear into her soft hot, pink flesh.
The mattress moved as Keely wiggled and widened the space between her thighs. “That’s better.”
“The visual is better for me too,” he murmured. “Fucking hot as hell, Keely.” He gripped the middle of her thighs and thrust deep.
“Yes. As hard as you want, you won’t hurt me.”
A snarl-like noise rumbled out and he slammed into her wet heat. Each slap of his hips brought forth her soft groan of approval. Keely fisted her hands into the comforter, keeping herself in place as his cock tunneled in and out at warp speed.
Sweat coated his face, dampened his hair, trickled down his chest and the crack of his ass. His toes curled into the carpet in anticipation, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
Keely emitted a keening moan, shooting her hips back with more force. Caught within her vise-like pussy muscles, Jack had no prayer of holding back. His sac tightened, his cock swelled as it tried to break out of the latex. He came right along with her, a grunting, sweating maniac consumed with experiencing every hot pulse of bliss as his balls emptied.
“Jesus. Yes.”
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His strokes didn’t slow even after the head rush faded. Jack kept fucking her, prolonging both their orgasms. Even in the aftermath of his release, his pelvis snapped eagerly, almost of its own accord.
Keely sagged face first into the mattress, mumbling.
What a way to end a long dry spell. Jack trailed kisses up her spine, tasting her sweat and pulled out.
She emitted a sleepy sound. By the time he’d returned from the bathroom, she’d rolled to her back.
His gaze tracked her beautiful, moist, naked flesh. Pity he’d only kissed her mouth and between her legs. He crawled up her body, stopping to tongue her rosy nipples.
“I wondered if you’d get around to that.”
“That’s my question.” Jack propped himself on his elbow beside her. “Do I indulge in every sexual scenario tonight because it’s a one-time only offer?”
Keely mirrored his position. “Is that what you want?”
“No. Not at all. Not even close.” His hand shook as he swept the damp tendrils from her neck. “Is it what you want?”
“No. Not at all. Not even close,” she mimicked.
Smiling, Jack stroked her hair, twining the dark strands around his index finger. “You didn’t ask what I want, Keely.”
“I don’t have to. I see it in your eyes, Jack.”
“Busted.” The woman didn’t have a clue what he expected from her. “I want all of you as long as we’re pretending we’re engaged.”
“All of me, meaning…just sexually?”
“Meaning I’ll be in your bed every night.”
“Oh.” She frowned. “I’m a bed hog. But I’m sure that’ll even out the fact you snore like a drunken pig.”
Jack grinned. She had the funniest phrases. “Sounds like a fair trade.”
“Snuggling up together is fine. However, I’m not doing the cooking, cleaning or pressing your snappy suits, GQ.”
“But sexually speaking, anything is fair game?”
“As long as it doesn’t hurt and we both are into it, yeah, I’m game to try it.”
He brushed his mouth over hers. Once. Twice. Longer the third time when she didn’t attempt retreat.
“That’s very refreshing. Most women aren’t so sexually open.”
“Really?”
“No lie. In fact, most women I’ve met are sexually repressed. They enjoy the tease and the chase.
They even like the first couple times of fucking, sucking and whatever. But I’ve always felt…” Way to toss it out there. “Never mind.”
Keely pushed his shoulder. “What? Come on. Tell me. You’ve always felt…”
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“Like I’d been tricked. A woman will suck your dick a couple times and act like they love it. Maybe try the kinkier stuff once, but after that, no way. Women who truly enjoy all aspects of sex are a rare breed.”
“Speaking as a sexually open-minded woman, I like sex. All aspects of sex. A lot. Do I have sex with whatever man trips my trigger? Sometimes. Do I feel guilty about it? No. And I do not have sex with anyone besides my partner when I’m in a relationship—” she held up her hand and qualified, “—unless it’s a mutual decision. I’m not promiscuous. I’m selective and prefer a guy to have the same sexual appetites and expectations I do. I am not afraid or embarrassed of my sexuality. That upfront admission freaks some men out. They want me to be embarrassed about my sexual past even when they’re grateful for it.”
Jack ran his hand down her arm. “Tell me about these sexual appetites and expectations. What fuels them? What feeds them?”
She rolled her eyes. “You have such an analytical brain.”
“All the better to figure out exactly how I can give you what you need.”
“You did. Tonight was…great, Jack.”
Not the enthusiastic response he’d expected.
Maybe Keely thinks you suck in bed.
No. This wasn’t about him. Normally, he’d dissect every movement. Every position. Every suck and thrust. He’d be obsessed until he figured out if he’d used a faulty technique. Not tonight. Jack understood Keely’s response had nothing to do with what he did. But more what he…
didn’t
do.
“But it wasn’t enough, was it?” he prompted.
A shrug and then she obscured her face with her hair.
He pinched her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.
Ever. Your reactions, your anger, your pleasure, nothing, understand?”
She nodded.
“If this were a normal dating situation, say, we’ve been going out a few weeks. We have dinner or head out to the bar and come back here to have sex. Maybe I spend a few nights at your place. Maybe you spend a few nights at my place. The sex is good. We both get off on a regular basis. How long would you stay with me?”
Keely’s eyes were clouded with indecision. “Honestly?”
“Complete honesty.”
“A month. Maybe two.”
Something—despair or hope—fluttered in his gut. “Why?”
“I’ll have figured you out by then. Nothing will be spontaneous or exciting between us. I’ll know how you’ll react before you do.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder in a confident, female move. “I’m really good at reading people, Jack. All people. Men especially. I have been since I was a little girl.”
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“So you’re saying you’d get…bored with me?”
“Yep. You could be the nicest guy on the planet, with a steady job, a great family, a fun personality.
You could treat me well, bring me flowers and chocolates, romance me, be decent in the sack and I’d still get bored with you.” Keely frowned. “Not you personally—you do realize I’m speaking strictly in generic terms, right?”
“Right.”
The truth sparkled like a secret gem he’d personally mined with his bare hands. Why Keely pushed him away. Why she insulted him. Why she lusted after him. Why she couldn’t make up her mind whether she loved him or hated him.
Her mixed up, inconsistent responses to him were in response to his mixed up inconsistent responses to her. She couldn’t get a bead on him. Jack never reacted the way Keely expected him to. She was both attracted and repelled by the idea he might actually be a…challenge for her.
That drove her absolutely crazy. And thrilled her to her toes.
Oh hell yeah. He’d push her. Prod her. Take her to sexual heights she never fathomed. He’d pull out all the stops to make sure Jack Donohue was the one man she never forgot.
“Jack?”
He smiled. “Sorry. Just thinking it’s good we won’t be together long. You’ll be ready to move on by then.”
Keely traced the ridge of his pectoral. “But I am looking forward to the time we’ll be spending together. Especially now I know how compatible we are in bed.”
“Mmm. And I am eager to discover what you consider kinky.”
“Any time you wanna paw through my sex toy collection, let me know.”
“Aren’t you clever, keeping your used toys like mementos in a sexual conqueror’s war chest.”
Her mouth quirked. “Jealous?”
“No. I consider sex toys a one-partner indulgence.” Jack followed the slope of her breast with his thumb. “After we break up, I throw them out. There’s something creepy about reusing them on someone else.”
“The difference is, I only allow mine to be used on me.”
Jack bit back a smile. No surprise Keely set the parameters. Chances were slim any man would argue if she whipped out a vibrating butt plug and demanded he use it on her. “I’ll peruse the online shopping stores and see if I find something to mix it up a bit.” He yawned. “Damn. Been a long-ass day with the flying, the party and the rocking sex. I’m ready to crash.”
“Me too.”
He bounced off the bed and onto his feet. As he peeled the covers back, he tried to remember which side of the bed Keely slept on. The right side. So that’s the side he chose.
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Jack fluffed the pillows and slid between the cool cotton sheets.
She scowled at him. “You’re on my side of the bed.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. I always sleep on the right side.”
