A Wicked Game(15)

She nodded.

“I said tell me. I need to hear it.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He took her mouth, backing her up against the pool table. He twirled her around and pushed her front to rest on the surface of the tabletop. Jack kissed the length of her back, making his way to her thong. His fingers curled around the sides and slid it down her legs in a slow caress, licking her with his tongue as he went. He worked his way back up, then stepped away from her for a moment.

Tori turned her head, trying to get a glimpse of him.

“Don’t move, sweetheart. I’m here,” Jack said. The sound of tearing foil reached her ears. He dragged his fingers on her spine, down her ass, putting some pressure with his fingers on her puckered hole. She squeezed her ass in an effort to move away from him. “One day I’ll fuck you here, but not tonight.” He placed the tip of his swollen cock at her entrance. “Tonight, this is where I want to be,” he said, driving into her in one full thrust.

Tori moved her hands over the soft surface of the table, feeling him fill her.

“Do you have any idea what I wanted to do every time I received a new toy?” Jack held her hips as he thrust in and out of her, the tip of his shaft touching her sweet spot every time.

“N-No. Not really.”

“Of course not. You could’ve cost me my job.”

“B-but…” She fought for air. “I-I didn’t.”

“No, you didn’t. It doesn’t mean you don’t have to pay for the inconvenience you cost me.” He sank faster into her. “I plan to use every single one of those naughty toys on you.” Each movement was a caress, bringing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. All the foreplay throughout dinner, all the yearning had paid off. Closing her eyes, she squeezed her muscles around his shaft, her orgasm rocking through her body.

“God, Tori,” he growled, pumping into her harder. With his shaft buried deep inside her, his body shook alongside hers, his hands holding her tighter, preventing her from shifting her position.

Tori lost track of time. She’d been too busy catching her breath when she felt him move over her, his cock still inside her, his chest touched her back and he kissed her shoulder. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Jack slid out of her and pulled her up. Sneaking an arm on her waist, he guided her up the stairs to the master bathroom.

He turned the knob to the shower and stepped in, drawing her in with him. Too tired to think or to make sense of anything, she allowed Jack to cover her with soap. None of this should’ve ever happened, yet Tori didn’t regret it one bit. Now, how would she be able to move on? This had happened twice in a row. Both times, she’d enjoyed the sex more than she should’ve. Worst, tonight she’d enjoyed his company much more than she would’ve liked, regardless of however long their supposed dinner lasted.

Jack washed her hair, massaging her scalp, making his way down to her nape. He kneaded the muscles at her shoulders, relaxing her even more. He turned her around to face him and cupped her face with his hands, kissing her under the rain shower. Breaking the kiss, he shut off the water and helped her out, then covered her in a large, fluffy towel. Why was he looking at her that way? And why did he have to look so damn good naked?

“What’s the matter?” he asked, securing a towel around his waist.

She smiled. “Nothing. I should go.”

Jack took a step forward. “No. You can’t leave. We haven’t played yet.” He lifted her in his arms.

Tori wasn’t sure playing with Jack would be a good idea. Not in her current state of mind, but she didn’t have it in her to leave. Not yet.

He carried her to the bed and placed her in the middle of the mattress. Jack lay next to her, hugging her body to his. “You gave me hell years ago, Victoria.”

“Tori,” she corrected through a suppressed smile.

“When I thought I’d gotten over your prank, you walked back into my life. Haven’t you had enough? You’re giving me hell again,” he teased.

“Come on, it wasn’t too bad. I mean, I admit everyone and their mother saw you handcuffed, with a swollen cock sticking out of your pants. On the bright side, everyone knew just how gifted you were.” A soft laugh escaped her lips.

Jack laughed. “I should sue you for the irreparable damage you caused me.”

She rolled away from him. “Now, hear, hear. No one is suing anyone.” Tori propped herself on her arms, studying him. “Do you still wear your Clark Kent’s glasses?”

Jack raised a brow. “I didn’t know you had a soft spot for Superman.”

“I don’t know. Maybe I do now.” She knelt on the bed and removed her towel, letting it pool at her knees. “What’s this wicked game you keep bringing up?”