Belong to You(6)

His hand cupped me. "You're so wet for me." He growled in my ear. His  voice couldn't hide his lack of control. Two of his large fingers  pressed my clit and began massaging in small circles. I almost orgasmed  at just his first touch.

"Is everything okay in the car? It looks like you have been stopped  between floors momentarily." The voice form the control panel hit me  lack a bucket of ice water throw on my face, bringing me back to  reality.

"Fuck" Jack groaned and rested his forehead on the mirror above my head.  He took a loud deep breath and pushed a button on the panel to respond.  "We're fine." His answer was sharp and swift. He pulled the hem of my  dress down and inserted the key into the panel again. As the car began  traveling, he repositioned himself behind me, as we both quietly faced  the front of the car.

"I'm sorry, you deserve better than that." His voice was tense and low.

"Don't be, I enjoyed it." My answer was honest and came out between  heavy breaths. He turned me and looked into my eyes, searching my face  for confirmation of my words. I smiled and arched an eyebrow and was  rewarded with a smile and laugh. He lowered his head and kissed me  firmly on my lips before taking my hand and leading us out of the  elevator.

We arrived at a door and he opened it, leading me inside. The suite was  beautiful, and five times the size of my room, but I noticed it wasn't  the penthouse. "I thought you and your friends were all staying together  in the penthouse?"

"We were. I moved to this room today so we would have privacy." He made no attempt to hide his assumption.

"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" I teased as I walked to the glass wall leading to a large open balcony.

He opened the door for me to go outside. "I knew what I wanted the  minute I saw your face. I'm a man that gets what he wants, one way or  another. I'll give you that personal information for free."

I laughed at his answer, but somehow I knew his words were true. Jack  was a man that knew what he wanted and got it. I looked out at the  ocean, the view was breathtaking from the balcony and I could hear the  ocean singing in the not too far distance. I took a deep breath in and  smelled the salt air mixed with flowers. I closed my eyes as I leaned  against the railing, enjoying the sounds and smell of the ocean air.  Jack stood behind me, he placed one hand on each side of the railing  around me and we stayed that way for long moments in silence.

"Are you close with your family?" I felt his body tense and I  immediately regretted asking the question. A long moment of silence  passed before he answered my question.

"Question number 5. I don't speak to my father and my mom passed away last year."

"I'm so sorry." I didn't know what else to say.

"Thank you." A long pause and then I was surprised when he continued.  "When I was 18, my dad gave me a portion of my inheritance from my  grandfather to see if I could manage money before releasing the balance  of my trust fund to me. The trust fund gave my dad the authority to  release the funds to me at any time after my 18th birthday, if he  thought that I was capable of managing the responsibility. If he didn't  think I was responsible enough, I wasn't to gain access until my 25th  birthday. Two weeks after my birthday, I caught him with a prostitute in  his office. My mom had just been diagnosed with cancer and the asshole  was so selfish that he couldn't keep it in his pants to take care of his  sick wife. He knew I wouldn't hurt my mom in her condition by telling  her, so he took advantage of the respect I had for my mother. After  that, I caught him with at least three more prostitutes before I stopped  speaking to him all together, except when we were in front of my  mother. The bastard made me keep his secrets for seven years while my  mother underwent six rounds of chemotherapy and four different  surgeries."         

     



 

I wasn't sure how to respond, but I was curious. My big mouth had taken  us from bliss to bad memories in a span of fifteen minutes. "Did you  have to wait until you were 25 for your trust fund?"

He laughed. "Question number 6. I partied for the first year and wasted a  shitload of money. Then my father, being the upstanding pillar of the  community that he thought he was, decided to run for senate. Apparently  having 40,000 employees didn't give him enough power, he needed to  conquer the world." Jack walked to a table between the lounge chair that  had a bottle of wine chilling and two glasses.

"So, I invested the money I had left into a business that I knew would  embarrass him and hurt his chances of winning a campaign based on his  pretend Christian morals." He handed me a glass of wine and I watched as  he tiled the glass back and swallowed his in one large gulp. "The funny  thing is, that I didn't need the trust fund after that. My business  investment turned out to be very successful. But the bastard released  the balance of the trust fund to me the same day that he withdrew from  the senate race. I'm sure he was trying to send me a message that I  ruined his race, but I saw it as the last tear in the cloth that kept us  bound together."

Wow. Jack had shared so much information about who he was and his life  in only a few minutes, I wasn't sure what to do with it. But it stirred  something inside of me that this beautiful man was so honest with me  about the hurt caused by his father. I turned to face him. His arms  never left the railing blocking me in. He watched intently as I brought  my wine glass to my lips and tipped my head back to empty it, mimicking  his actions from a few minutes ago.

He took my glass and placed it down. The he reached downs and lifted me  up and cradled me in his arms as he walked back inside where he gently  laid me on the bed. I watched as he walked to the foot of the bed and  slowly removed each of my sandals. His eyes never left mine.

He trailed kisses along the arch of my foot, traveling up the inside of  my calf. I was instantly reduced to a quivering mess of anticipation. He  worked his tongue with skill over every part of my legs, gently  alternating between nipping and sucking as he burned a path up my body.  When he reached between my legs, he paused, taking his time to look at  my most intimate area that was bared to him. His armed wrapped around my  lower back and he raised my pelvis so that I had a clear line of vision  to watch him. Every part of my body was on high alert, sensitive to  every movement and desperate for more of his touch.

He ran his tongue up and down my sex gently at first, then found my clit  with a strong suck that drove me wild. My hands dug into his hair and I  moaned without self-control. He responded to my sound ferociously,  releasing me clit and plunging his tongue inside of me deeply.

"Shit." I groaned. I was going to cum from only thirty seconds of his  mouth on me. I was close to the edge as he continued to plow his tongue  in and out of me. He returned to my clit and sucked while swirling his  tongue around in small counterclockwise circles. I felt his hand move  from my thigh and two, not one, of his large fingers slipped easily  inside my wetness. He pumped twice and I went flying over the edge in  the most intense orgasm of my life. I had never had an orgasm outside of  the plain old missionary position.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, my fingers still wrapped  tightly in his dark brown hair. His eyes were on me and I felt slightly  exposed coming down from a roller coaster orgasm. "That was the most  beautiful thing I ever saw in my life." His voice was raspy and his warm  breath on my clit made my body tingle.

I gave a small smile, feeling slightly embarrassed and vulnerable at the intensity for which his words were spoken.

"Something that beautiful needs to be seen often." He said before giving  my clit one last twirl with his expert tongue. He slowly pulled himself  up over my body, his tongue tasting me as he traveled upward. He  reached my nipple and swirled it around gently until it was swollen and  protruding. Then he bit down hard, sending a jolt of electricity down to  my already swollen clit. A pleasurable feeling coming from somewhere on  the border of pain.

When I was panting loudly, he pulled me up to a sit and lifted my dress  over my head, tossing it carelessly on the floor. He pulled his shirt  over his head and revealed the rippled body that I was pleasantly  introduced to on the beach earlier. He lifted to his knees between my  open legs and tugged his pants down, revealing he was not wearing  underwear either. It was the first time I got a glimpse of him naked, in  all his glory. His cock was tremendous and stood firmly at attention  reaching all the way up to his belly button. My eyes trailed back up to  his eyes and again found him watching me look him over.         

     



 

"If you keep looking at me like that, you may get locked in this room  for a week." His lips devoured mine in a possessive assault and I was  breathless when he broke the kiss. He guided me back down on the bed,  hovering over me as my body took his weight. At that moment, I couldn't  think of anything in the world except how bad I wanted him inside of me.