A Wicked Game(10)

His hand dropped to her hip and clutched her ass, pressing her closer to him.

The heat of his groin sipped through the thin layer of her dress. She unbuckled his belt and moved on to undo his pants.

He broke the kiss. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

Until then, she hadn’t realized she’d stopped breathing. Tori panted, satisfaction filling her chest as he caught his breath too. A mix of lust and something else she couldn’t identify danced in his eyes. It was obvious that, regardless of how much they hated each other—or thought they did—neither one of them would stop because they both wanted it.

Jack traced the curve of her neck with his fingertips, sliding his other hand up her arm. The action branded her with the strength of his heat. His fingers curled around the straps of her dress and dragged them down her arms. Without effort, he pushed her dress to her waist, then let it pool at her feet, baring her to him. Jack stepped back, his gaze lingering on her naked breasts. “You’re beautiful, you know?” He glanced at her.

Tori licked her lips and stepped out of her dress, closing the short distance. He moved, not letting her come too close. She stood in place, furrowing her brows. Was he playing another game? Oh God, please no.

He smiled. “Strip off your thong. Leave the heels on.”

She hesitated for a moment. Trusting he wasn’t playing a game, Tori followed his instructions. Her body ached and she hoped this torture would end soon. Yes. Torture. She didn’t know how much more foreplay she could take before she begged him to take her out of her misery.

He removed his now button-less shirt and sat on the couch. He eased back on the seat, spreading his legs. “Come here,” Jack said, undoing his pants.

She bit the inside of her cheek and took a step forward, then stopped between his legs.

“Touch yourself,” he said.

She blinked at his words. Tori hadn’t known what to expect, certainly not this.

“Victoria, touch yourself,” he ordered.

It wouldn’t be the first time she’d touched herself, just the first time in front of an audience. Tori shifted her feet, spreading them apart by a few inches. She licked two fingers and moved her hand to her pussy, traced her folds, and stroked her clit.

His gaze blistered with want, with need. No one had ever made her this wet.

Leaning forward, he raised his hand and slid a finger in her entrance, making her whimper at the contact. “You’re so ready.” His finger drove in and out of her. “Just not ready enough.” Jack thrust harder and Tori increased the pressure on her bud. He removed his finger and grabbed her hips, bringing her to him. The tip of his tongue slid between her fingers as he licked her clit.

She raised her hand and entwined her fingers in his soft hair.

He traced her folds and lapped at her bud. Her legs gave way to an orgasm rocketing through her. “Yes, baby, come for me,” Jack coaxed her pussy, lapping faster and sucking her bud into his mouth. He repositioned himself on the couch, bringing her with him. He spread her shaky legs farther apart until she straddled him. Jack removed a condom from his pocket and gave it to her. “Rock my world, Tori.”

With shaky hands, she took the foil packet from him. His pants were already undone, so she slipped her hand inside his boxers and freed his swollen cock. She closed her fingers around it, its heat burning her palm. Tori stroked his length, putting enough pressure to make his hips jerk.

“No. You can play with it all you want later. Right now, I just want to fuck you.”

Jack kept saying that and she’d let him because she wanted it. Tori needed it. But she wasn’t the only one getting fucked. He’d be in the process too. She’d make sure of it. She tore the foil packet and sheathed his shaft. Jack gripped her waist and lifted her, then brought her down and sank into her, stretching her with every inch of him as he filled her.

“Damn,” he murmured, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips. He covered her breast with his mouth and sucked her into his mouth, his teeth grazing her nipple. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her to match his quickened pace. Jack switched his attention to her other breast, making her cry when he clamped his teeth down on her sensitive tip.

Tori tossed her head back, sinking in the beginning of another orgasm as it traveled up her legs, straight to her core.

“Come, baby,” he whispered. Jack pressed his fingers on her hips and drove into her faster with powerful lunges.

Her body trembled and a loud moan escaped her lips.

“Yes, sweetheart, let go.” He lifted her hips, charged into her one more time, and brought her down on him. Jack circled his arm around her waist, sinking his face in the curve of her neck, his body shaking with his own release.