Jack’s Dee-Light (5 page)

“Not the end of story,” he said, coming up to stand in front of her and forcing her to look up at him. “I left,” he snorted, shaking his head. “Hell, I ran. You terrified me.”

“Yeah, I can see how intimidating I would be to you,” she said. “All five feet, three inches of me.”

“You looked at me with stars in your eyes, with visions of happily ever after stamped all over you, and it scared the hell out of me,” he confessed. “So I ran.”

“I would have been happy with a morning after that hadn’t included waking up alone,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just going to clear my head and then I promise, I was coming back. But by the time I got back you were already gone.”

“You came back?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But I was too late.”

“I had a plane to catch.”

“I didn’t know that,” he said. “We didn’t exactly spend a lot of time talking that night.”

She blushed, could feel it washing up her chest to cover her face in a blanket of red.

“We were a little busy doing other things.”

“What were you going to do?” Dee asked.

“What?”

“You ran. But you came back. Why? What were you going to do? Say?”

“I couldn’t stay away. The smell of you was all over me, of you and the amazing sex we’d had. Every breath I took made me think of you, your skin, your smile and that wicked mouth of yours.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and I realized something.”

“What was that?”

“That you’d done what no one else had ever done. You made me feel something.” He cupped her face and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I won’t lie to you and say that I love you. Because, honestly, I don’t know. I do know that I want to be with you. This week without you has been pure hell. I want to see where tomorrow takes us and the day after that. I want you.”

“You want sex with me,” she clarified.

“Fuck yeah,” he agreed. “But I want more than that, Dee. I want a chance to see where this takes us.” He moved one hand to wave between them. “No games, no lies. Just you and me, one day at a time.”

“I can handle that,” she agreed but put her hand up to press against his chest when he would have kissed her. “On one condition, Jack.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“The next time I take you to my bed, I better not wake up alone,” she whispered.

“You won’t,” he swore and leaned in to kiss her.

She slid her hand up his chest, over his shoulder to grab the back of his neck and hold on. The man could kiss. Her nipples were tight and hard, begging for his mouth and her pussy was liquid heat.

“When do you think that might be?” he murmured after breaking the kiss and sliding his lips over her cheek to her ear. He followed the question with a nip on her earlobe that had her cunt clenching with need.

“I have plans to meet your sister and Mischa for dinner later,” she moaned. He was wicked with his mouth.

“Jacey deserves to have to wait,” he said. “She lied to me.”

“Yes, she did,” Dee agreed. She was already tugging his shirt from his jeans and pushing it over his abdomen. “I should make her wait.”

“You should bail on her,” he said, moving back to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside.

She swallowed. If she did, she could spend the entire evening exploring Jack’s body. But Jacey was her best friend. They’d been together since walking into preschool at four. Jacey would never do anything to hurt Dee and Dee knew for a fact that Jacey loved her brother.

“I think we should both meet her for dinner,” she said instead. “Later.”

“How much later?” he asked, a wicked gleam shining in his eyes as she began unbuttoning her shirt.

“That depends,” she answered, shrugging it off and letting it drop to the floor at her feet. She loved the way his eyes lit with lust as he devoured her breasts with them.

“On what?” he asked as he reached out to cup her, squeeze her and run his thumbs over her taut nipples.

“Will you spend the night with me?” she asked, bringing his eyes back up to her face.

“Yes,” he smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Then let’s just go take the edge off,” she whispered, and taking his hand, led him toward her bedroom.

Chapter Six

One thing was certain. This time she was in charge of their lovemaking. When they entered her bedroom she was momentarily embarrassed. Her bed was still mussed from the last time they were in it and there were condoms spilled out on her bedside table. That wasn’t like her. It appeared that maybe she’d run as well, from the pain of rejection she’d assumed at Jack’s disappearance.

“Dee.” Her name was whispered from his lips and she looked up only to get caught in the heat of his gaze. His hand slid down to his jeans and she watched as he undid his belt and popped the button. Then she remembered all the things she wanted to do to him.

Moving forward, she grabbed him by the dangling belt and pulled him with her so he stood in front of her while she sat on the side of her bed. The bulge in his jeans was right where she wanted it. Licking her lips, she dropped her hold on the belt to tease them both with a slow tug of the zipper.

“Dee.” He groaned her name this time as she shoved the material wide and pushed it down over his hips, taking his briefs with them. She leaned forward as she continued pushing them down as far as her hands could, nuzzling his cock with her cheek and breathing in the musky scent that was all Jack.

Jack took over from there, toeing his shoes off and stepping out of his clothes, giving them a shove with his socked foot. It should be funny to see him in nothing but a pair of white socks but her focus was completely captured by his bobbing shaft and mushroomed head of his cock. There was a tiny drop of pre-cum at the tip and she flicked her tongue out to lave over it.

“Fuck,” he hissed as she popped the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue all around where it met shaft, giving it a firm suckle before letting it pop free again. She ran her lips down his cock tracing a pattern with her tongue until she was finally at the base. She nuzzled the taut sac of his scrotum and ran her tongue around it again and again. She traced around each ball, giving them a light suck, testing the waters for what he liked and didn’t.

His hands wrapped in her hair and held her close, letting her know that he wasn’t overly sensitive there and could handle her play. She kept it light, sucking, licking and exploring with her tongue before firming her tongue and stroking it just a bit more roughly just under the sac. His fingers clenched and he pulled her back from him.

She glanced up at him and took in the flush on his cheeks, the way his nostrils flared as he breathed heavily.

“How about I get up there on the bed while you finish stripping? Then we can both have a little oral play.”

Oh god, a sixty-nine. She wanted that but not just yet. “How about you get on the bed while I slip my shoes and pants off and then I’ll finish what I started?”

“Dee…”

“Please, Jack?” She saw him thinking and reminded him, reminded them both, “We have all night.”

He smiled at her and moved back. She rose from her seat on the bed and watched as he moved to lie back right in the middle of it, rearranging the pillows so that he could recline against the headboard. He reached over and snagged a condom, dropping it on the bed beside him before wrapping his fingers around his cock, giving it a squeeze before sliding his palm up and down its length.

“Your clothes,” he prompted when she just watched his hand work his cock.

She lifted one foot to rest on the bed while she undid the back zipper on her boot and slipped it off. Her other foot followed and she did the same, letting her shoes drop to the floor. She’d get them later.

“I don’t know how you walk in those, Dee, but I love the way they look on you. I never thought of shoes as sexy before, but yours… Pure sex.”

She grinned as she shimmied out of her pants.

“Do all your bras and panties match?” His voice was that deep husky timbre again.

“Yes.”

“I can’t wait to see them all.”

She definitely liked the sound of that.

Jack gave a chuckle. “You’re looking at me like I’m your last meal here, darling.”

“You’re exactly what I’d want for that,” she said and crawled onto the bed between his sprawled legs.

Leaning forward, she let her tongue lick over the inside of his knee, nipping the muscle just above and slowly working her way up to his cock and the hand that still worked it. She had to stop and cuddle his scrotum again, licking and rubbing her tongue over it before gliding up to his shaft. She licked around his fingers, over them, slipped under them as she made her way to the wet tip.

She met his eyes as she lifted up, her mouth hovering just over his cock, and pursed her lips, blowing a breath of air down onto him. He groaned and his legs shifted restlessly on the bed. Keeping eye contact, she moved low enough that she could run her tongue over the head, taking the taste of him into her mouth and savoring it like a fine wine.

“I love the way you taste, Jack.”

“You’re killing me here, Dee.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Suck it. Fuck it. At this point I’m open to anything that has it surrounded by your wet heat.”

“I can do that.”

She took his cock in her hand, taking over the stroking for him, and he dropped his hand to fist in the bedcovers beside his hips. She matched her mouth to the rhythm of her hand and began sucking, squeezing and licking him from tip to root. She took the head as far into her mouth as she could. She couldn’t take him into her throat, honestly didn’t know how to although she’d read about deep throating in several books. So she took as much as she could and let her hand handle what she couldn’t. He didn’t seem to mind.

With her free hand she reached up and traced his nipple, loving the way it was hard like hers. She knew that she enjoyed her nipples being played with and wondered if he did as well. She scraped her nail over one and when he groaned and thrust up into her mouth she realized he did. She moved that hand back and forth between his nipples, rubbing and lightly pinching them, running her fingers through the hair on his chest.

“You have to stop, Dee, or I’m going to come in your mouth.”

She wanted that, wanted to feel the splash of him in her mouth, consume more of that taste she’d been teased with. So she sucked harder, tightened her fingers and gave them a little twist as she worked up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”

She felt his buttocks contract and his hips lifted up as he began thrusting into the clasp of her fingers and suction of her mouth. She tightened her lips around the head and rubbed her tongue vigorously against the sensitive notch just under the head.

Jack gave a harsh groan and moved his hands to clench in her hair, holding her where he wanted. She felt the first splash of hot liquid against the roof of her mouth and almost choked in surprise at how much there was and how far it shot. She swallowed instead and the first was immediately followed by another then another. Each jet contained less liquid and she was finally able to really taste him on her tongue, explore the flavor of him.

He tugged at her hair, urging her to release his spent cock and she couldn’t help giving another greedy suck and probe of tongue to the slit in search of more of the delicious taste of him. He groaned and the next tug was a little sharper as he pulled her away.

“It’s really sensitive right now,” he told her, releasing his fingers to run them through her hair. “It always is just after I come.”

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. That was one incredible blowjob.”

“I aim to please.”

“Oh you did, too well.”

She laughed. “Too well?”

“I think you drained me. Damn near killed me, but what a way to go.”

She moved up beside him, snuggling into his side. Her hand automatically went to explore through the hair on his chest, loving the feel of it against her fingers, fantasizing about it against her nipples. She didn’t realize she was rubbing her pussy against him until he slid a hand down to rub against her through her panties.

“I think that revved you up.”

“God, yes,” she agreed. Giving him a blowjob was the best foreplay she’d ever had.

He laughed. “Most men consider a blowjob the final event, not foreplay.”

Why was she always speaking her thoughts aloud with him?

“That’s okay,” she said. “We can just take up from here after dinner.”

Next thing she knew she was flat on her back with Jack looming over her. “You had your appetizer. Now it’s time for mine.”

She caught her breath as his hands slipped behind her to unfasten her bra. He pulled it forward and she lifted her arms up to help him as he tugged it off her. He tossed it to the side, his eyes seeming to eat up the sight of her naked breasts. She could feel her nipples growing harder under the heat in his gaze. Then his head lowered and, oh god, that wicked tongue flicked over one tight point.

Her turn to clench her hands in the bedcovers, searching for something to anchor her as he moved back and forth between her nipples. He had her pressing her thighs together in a vain attempt to quiet the demands of her needy pussy. His lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking greedily before his teeth gave a nip. Then he would flick his tongue all over it and blow a soft breath of air before moving over to her other one. He was driving her crazy.

“Jack,” she moaned his name. She wanted that mouth on her pussy, his lips and tongue plying their magic on her clit.

“I love your tits, Dee. I could spend forever right here and be a very happy man.”

“Later,” she promised. “Spend forever later.”

He laughed and gave the nipple he was currently laving a sharper nip with his teeth. This had her crying out as a lightning flash seemed to travel down from that point to her womb and send a rush of liquid to coat the lips of her pussy. His mouth traveled the smoldering path, nipping and licking over her belly. He paused just long enough to peel off her panties, then positioned himself between her thighs, spreading them wide around him.

One hand spread her labia and his tongue immediately ran over her.

“I must be starting with dessert,” he whispered, licking her. “I swear, nothing could taste as sweet as your pussy.”

“Oh god,” she moaned as he finally rubbed over her swollen clit with his tongue.

“Just Jack,” he said with a chuckle.

She giggled but it was cut short when he wrapped his lips around her and sucked her clit. His finger rimmed her opening and then sank deep inside her, rubbing along her clenching walls. He added a second finger and bent the tips just enough to allow for him to rub all along her channel with each thrust. All playing was gone as he worked her with his mouth, his fingers, coaxing her up higher and higher toward orgasm.

He pulled his mouth from her clit, replacing it with his fingers and thumb, keeping it hard, aroused and on edge while he moved down to lick at her spilling juices. He turned and bit gently at the inside of her thigh while continuing to fuck her with his fingers and her hands flew up to wrap in his hair. She wanted that mouth back on her pussy, eating her. He complied eagerly, increasing the speed and roughness of his finger-fucking and pinching and tugging at her clit. His tongue licked over her, gathering her flowing juices.

She came with a scream, grinding her pussy into his mouth as she rode the crashing wave of release. And he took it, didn’t pull away from her. His fingers left her only to be replaced by his much smaller tongue and he fucked her with that, his lips sucking her. She came back slowly, easing her hips back down to the bed and he helped by softening his lips, tongue, switching to soft kisses against her spent flesh.

“You are so amazing,” she sighed.

“You rejuvenate me,” he said and snagged the condom before rising to his knees between her thighs.

His cock was hard and thick again, ready for action.

“Nice recovery.”

He laughed. “You inspire me.”

“I like that.”

He rolled the condom on and she bent her knees, moving them out a bit wider as he lowered to her. They both watched as he fit his cock to her pussy and eased inside. They both groaned at the pleasure shared. She lifted her legs to hold his hips and he lowered to kiss her softly on the mouth. He tasted of her and she felt naughty for enjoying it.

He moved slow and easy, no rush, just heat and passion and the building of something more. She could feel it in that moment, see it in the way he looked at her. He wanted her, that was obvious. But it was more than that. He looked at her as a man looked at a woman who mattered. It wasn’t a sex look. It was a shared look, as if they had a secret from everyone else. She’d waited her entire life to experience that look. And now, here she was sharing it with Jack, in her bed with him moving inside her.

This was a beginning. He wanted her, wanted tomorrow with her. He said he couldn’t say that he loved her yet but she felt that she was already in love with him. Maybe that came from the unrequited love for him she’d had as a girl. She didn’t know. All she knew was that she was going to hold on to him as long as he let her and if forever was down the road for them, well, she’d take it. No more jacking around searching for Mr. Perfect. She grinned at that thought. Well, no more jacking around with anyone but Jack.