A Wicked Game(14)
“J-Jack.”
“Did I do this?” Jack asked, brushing his lips over the corner of her mouth he’d just licked.
“Yes,” she murmured.
He traced her folds and stroked her clit before thrusting his fingers in her entrance again. “You’re so wet, Tori. Open for me.”
Heat crawled up her legs and through her back, fire invading her body. Her cheek touched his, and his hot breath swept down her neck. Tori spread her legs, giving him greater access. She’d definitely lost it. Her panting was an indication of how close she was to an orgasm in the middle of a restaurant—private room or not.
“What do you do for fun?”
Huh? What the hell kind of a question was that? “Jack, please.”
She heard him chuckle. “What do you do for fun, Tori?” he said at her ear, then licked it.
“Power Yoga workouts...” she managed to say.
His finger moved in a circular motion on her clit. “Anything else?”
“Photography.”
His fingers plunged into her. “Is that it?” He brushed his lips down the curve of her neck.
“Yes. Please, Jack,” she pleaded.
“Let’s play a wicked game.” His breath kissed her skin.
“I thought we weren’t playing a game anymore.”
“One last game. My game. How about it, Tori?” Jack asked.
“How wicked is this game of yours?” she whispered.
“Pretty wicked.”
“Your place or mine?” Tori swallowed back a cry when he withdrew his fingers from her after giving her bud one last flick.
“Dinner should be ready soon.” He dried his fingers with the cloth napkin.
“I’ve had all the food I can take tonight.” She stood, adjusting her dress.
Jack took his money holder out of his pocket and placed enough bills to cover their check. “My place,” he said, pulling her into his arms, and ravished her mouth.
Chapter Eleven
Jack’s condo was fifteen minutes away from the restaurant in Downtown LA. He pulled into the complex’s gated garage and parked his car behind a Thunderbird Storm. Great. The handsome ex-geek was also a hot biker. How was it she never knew this side of him in college? Right—because she never saw past his Clark Kent’s black-rim glasses at the time.
He got out of the car and walked to her side to open her door. She’d barely placed a foot on the pavement when he pulled her to him. His hand wrapped around her neck and his fingers tangled in her hair. His body pressed into her, crushing her against the car. She opened her mouth to protest that someone might see them, but her words died when his tongue touched hers.
He tugged her dress up and slipped a hand between her thighs. His fingers found her core, sliding back and forth, before driving into her channel. “Hmm… sweetheart, you’re still wet for me,” he said against her mouth, withdrawing his fingers. He fixed her dress, then snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her away from the car as he closed the door. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling his musky scent, trying to make sense of how her body reacted to this man.
He took her bag from her and directed her to the elevator. Sliding in his key card, he pressed the button to his floor. She leaned into him, allowing him to hold her all the way to his floor. Her thong was drenched with her own juices and she was sticky between her thighs. The elevator opened its doors on the twenty-fifth floor, and Tori followed Jack on shaky legs, her body tingling with the anticipation of what would happen the moment she set foot inside his place.
Jack opened the door and walked after her, placing her bag on the console next to the door. She’d just taken a few steps in when he flattened her to the wall. He pulled her dress up and captured her mouth with his. He lifted her legs, secured them on his hips, and pressed his groin against her core. He swallowed her moan with his kiss as his tongue explored her mouth.
She managed to sneak her hands between them to rid him of his suit jacket. He let go of her legs and pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in her bra and thong. “You have too many clothes on,” she said, undoing his pants.
He chuckled and helped her undress him, dropping his shirt next to his feet.
She wanted to feel him, feel the heat of his body against hers, his cock stretching her. Tori knelt, licking her lips at the sight of his swollen shaft in front of her. She grabbed the base, and circled the tip with her tongue, teasing him. His hips jerked when she closed her mouth and sucked him into the back of her throat.
“T-Tori.” He groaned. Lacing his fingers in her hair, he guided her, keeping the right pace. She twisted her tongue around his shaft, sucking him harder. “Stop,” he ordered, drawing out of her mouth. Jack pulled her up, fisting his hand in her hair, forcing her to look at him. “We’re going to play a little game, but first I’m going to fuck you, Tori. Tell me you’re okay with it.”