Loving Jack(23)

Grace watched him undress and fidgeted on her heels, not knowing what to  do or how to feel about this turn of events. As much as she still loved  this man, knowing he still had the power to break her was unsettling.  She'd worked hard every day to forget him and move on, but it hadn't  worked. Now that she had a chance to be with Jack what would happen if  he changed his mind? How would she go on if she lost him again? Grace  didn't believe she could do it again and keep her sanity.

Jack moved to the smoked glass shower stall and flipped on the water,  adjusting the temperature and turned a knob that had water spraying from  both ends of the shower. Grace's belly tightened. She was going to  shower with Jack. She would be permitted to run her hands over all of  the thick muscles of his arms, shoulders, belly and lower. Her mouth  watered again. She wanted to taste every square inch of his fit, tanned  body.         

     



 

Jack turned back to her with an angry expression on his face and prowled  over to stand before her. Grace looked up into his now green hazel eyes  and waited. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for but it felt like  something major was about to happen. Like after this moment nothing  would ever be the same, and if she had any chance of escaping this fate  she needed to leave now. She needed to turn and run before Jack consumed  her again. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't leave. Because in her  heart of hearts she'd rather have a short time with Jack and suffer the  loss of him for the rest of her life, than never have this time with him  and live the rest of her life wondering what could have been.

Jack finally broke the silence. "I'm not a jealous man, Grace. I never have been. You know that better than anyone."

She grinned, "You didn't like Luke."

Jack's nostrils flared. "That's because Luke was in love with you. I  hated him for that. He was a threat to the hold I had on you."

Grace gasped. "Luke was not in love with me! He was a great friend,  Jack. He helped me deal with the torment I felt over my insane need to  trail you like a love sick idiot. He never, not even once, made a pass  at me." How in the world had Jack gotten the impression that Luke wanted  her? Jack chuckled and reached out to play with the little cap sleeve  of her dress.

"You can tell yourself that if you like, but I saw the way he looked at  you when you weren't paying attention. He was always about, watching you  and waiting for his chance. He wanted you so badly he was willing to  wait for you to get over me. The man was no fool. He was biding his  time."

Grace thought about her relationship Luke. He was her best friend still.  Grace knew she could lean on him. Luke was always there for her. Always  ready to be whatever she needed. But no, Luke would have told her if he  wanted more than friendship, wouldn't he? She changed the subject.

"I hated seeing that supermodel friend of yours. I hated her for no  reason at all. Are you still friends?" Grace sincerely hoped they were  still so chummy.

"I really don't know what happened to her. Just like Victor, after  college we just drifted apart. I haven't heard from her in years."

Grace cringed at the mention of Victor. She didn't want to go there at  all. It was quiet for a few minutes but Grace sensed Jack was building  up to something. His body was tensing up.

"When I walked into the bar tonight to see that guy with his hands on  you it was all I could do not to rip off his arms and stuff them down  his throat," Jack said, and Grace was taken aback by the mental image.  Jack's eyes were dark with anger and nearly green with jealousy. "I just  got you back. After all these years I had you close enough to touch and  that prick was holding you instead of me."

"It was just a dance, Jack," she defended. Why did she suddenly feel  guilty? She could dance with whomever she chose. It wasn't as if Jack  had given her a reason to hope he would care one way or the other.

"It was more than a dance." Jack backed her into the wall and ran his  hands from her shoulders, down the sides of her breast and onto her  hips. Grace shivered. His touch had the power to undo her.

"It was no simple dance, Grace." He slid his hands down her thigh to the  bottom of her little dress and stroked her skin. She shivered again.  His fingers slid back up her hip under the skirt and stopped to toy with  the thin strip of fabric of her thong. "He was trying to get into these  pretty little panties, Grace."

Grace blushed. It was true that Will had been flirting hard. He wanted  more than just a dance and she knew it. Jack's expression darkened  further. His hand slipped around to her belly and the tips of his finger  barely brushed the top of her sex. He kissed her then, deep and hard.  He possessed her mouth roughly, nipping and tugging at her lips and she  allowed it. She was his. She knew it and she suspected he knew it now  too. His fingers slid lower until one digit brushed over her swollen  clit. Grace's hips jerked.

"This is mine, do you hear me? Mine," he said vehemently. Grace just  nodded. She couldn't deny the truth. Jack's hands quickly moved to strip  her out of her clothes. It was like he'd only been waiting for Grace to  admit once and for all that she belonged to him before he claimed her  again. She was still reeling from his intimate touch and possessive  words, standing there in a daze when he bent to remove her shoes. He got  back to his feet and quickly shucked his pants and boxers.

Grace's hands rose without her permission to take grasp of Jack's stiff  erection. He had a long thick cock with a wide delicious head that she  wanted to lick and suck. They'd been together in the past but she'd  never really had a chance to look at him and appreciate the beauty of  his naked form. She stroked him a few times until Jack wrapped his hand  around hers to stop the motion.         

     



 

"Not yet, baby." He shuddered. "I want to take my time with you now. If  you do that too much longer, I'm going to come on the fucking floor." He  tugged her into the shower and the jets of warm water massaged her from  both sides. Jack lathered up a cloth and began to wash her skin. She  watched the water running over his skin in fascination. She reached for  the soap, wanting the opportunity to touch him as well. Her hands  searched and found every dip and ridge of his shoulders, arms, and chest  but he stopped her when she tried to move lower. Jack's cock was huge  and pointing directly at her. She wanted to explore but Jack stepped  back.

"Not yet." He grinned and turned her to face away from him. He continued  to wash her body and Grace's breath caught when he began to soap her  pussy. It was aching with need and she knew it wouldn't take much to  make her come.

"I've never had sex without a condom." He told her as he washed her  sticky thighs. He'd fucked her in the alley and she hadn't even thought  about protection. It wasn't until they were in the car and the evidence  of their loving was soaking her panties that she'd thought of it.

"I haven't either," she admitted. "Not even once. I'm on the shot. I have been since I was in high school."

"Good," he licked her neck and pressed his cock into her ass cheeks. "It  was so fucking hot. You felt so amazing skin to skin. I want to do that  again and again." He turned her to face him. "Is that okay?" He  searched her face.

"Yes. I trust you," she told him suddenly feeling shy. Jack dropped to  his knees in the shower before her and looked up at her and all of the  love she'd prayed for was there in his eyes for her to see.

"I've wanted to do this since our first time on the hood of my car. Let  me taste this sweet heaven, baby. I want your come running down my  throat." He pulled her hips forward and nuzzled her pussy. "I like that  you have a little hair now. I remember you used to shave." His tongue  slipped out and lapped at her labia. She moaned and pressed herself  against his mouth.

Grace had shaved herself completely for a long time. When she started  dating Rick he made a comment about feeling like he was fucking a  pre-adolescent instead of a grown woman. So she started landscape rather  than shaving completely. But she didn't want to think about Rick or  anyone else while Jack loved her. So she didn't respond. Honestly she  didn't think she could. Jack sucked her lips into his mouth one at a  time. She thought her legs would give out.

Jack pressed her against the cool stone wall in the center of the  shower. Water poured over her body from both sides. Jack lifted her leg  to rest her knee over his shoulder. She watched him in breathless  anticipation while he examined her pussy. His thumb spread the lips for  his full view.

"All mine," he growled and pressed his face against her.

Jack sucked and nibbled her until she was blind with need. She was  clutching his hair and pleading for more. Jack latched onto her clit  then and sucked it between his lips. His tongue flicked the nub while  she was writhing against his face. Jack slid his hand between her legs  and plunged two fingers into her pussy, moving in circles a few times  before he found what he was looking for. He pressed on the front wall of  her vagina, honing in on her g-spot and stroked it. She screamed and  the world blurred as she came. Jack moved his mouth to her opening and  lapped up all her wet passion. Jack got to his feet and she collapsed  against him. He shut off the water and lifted her into his arms. Still  dripping, he carried her to the bed.