"I know you're only doing this to try and get me to soften up. Maybe let you go. That is not going to happen."
It wasn't going to happen. He wasn't letting her go. So she'd better decide right now if this is really what she wanted.
The silence between them was so heavy and distinct that he could hear the hard, pumping beat of her heart. This was going to be it. The part where she slapped him or scratched at his face and started crying and yelling. Then he was going to take her back down to the basement and feel like an asshole, even though he wasn't doing anything wrong. She was the one who was using him.
Then she started to breathe again, and she nodded.
He was...genuinely shocked. He thought he was going to have to get her downstairs before jumping into a cold shower. In fact, he was back to being suspicious. "What are you playing at?"
Cindy shook her head, but she seemed calm. She wasn't giving off any of the vibes he expected out of a woman he'd just spurned. "Not playing. I want to be with you."
"Even after what I just said," he said, and it was not a question.
She nodded. "Yes."
Now Jack was pretty sure he had that wide eyed shocked look. He couldn't believe it, but at the same time, he didn't want to question it either.
"A beautiful woman is in my arms and wants no-strings-attached sex? I must've done something right this week."
Cindy's cheek twitched, which made sense. That was a dick thing for him to say.
He wasn't going to apologize to her for it. She hadn't apologized for murdering his father and brothers, or for giving him his scars, so he wasn't about to utter an "I'm sorry" to her. Ever.
She didn't say anything about his words. She didn't so much as give him a warning glare.
Cindy's hands were soft and gentle as she held onto him by the jaw and pulled him forward for another warm and wet kiss, much slower than their previous one. The press of their mouths almost felt normal. It was like they were still lovers who cared about each other and trusted each other. Jack nearly felt like he'd gone back in time.
He moaned when Cindy lowered herself onto him, her tight, wet sex engulfing his heavy prick until he was balls-deep inside of her, and he was holding onto her as tightly as she was now clutching at him.
Her breasts pressed against his still-clothed chest, and Jack wished he'd gotten undressed too, just so he could feel her naked skin against his own, and relish in the sensation of her tight, budding nipples against his body.
However, the idea that she would look at his scars, and be happy for the sight of them, made him rethink that idea.
The feel of her tight, wet folds clamping down around his cock made every thought vanish from his mind as he became engulfed in pure pleasure.
"Fuck that's good. You're so damn tight. Move," he said, and he was already gripping her hips and helping her along with that, thrusting his pelvis back and forth, trying to push his cock deeper into that tight heat as he moved her hips up and down on him.
He'd forgotten. He'd forgotten how good she felt.
Cindy didn't say anything back to him. She just curled her arms around the back of his neck, pressing her face down on his shoulder as she thrust forward and back on her knees. Her moans were muffled against his thin sweater.
Jack moved his hands over her body. He wanted to reacquaint himself with her, make everything fresh in his mind as she circled her pelvis.
His hands roaming over her warm skin made his blood run even hotter. He should've turned on the air conditioning.
Her stomach was still tight and firm, hips and breasts still creating same hourglass shape as the last time. He thought he would notice if there were small differences, but he could tell that she hadn't changed at all.
"Ride me, Cindy," Jack said, and he started mouthing at the shell of her ear, knowing just how much it drove her crazy whenever he used his teeth on that sensitive flesh, and he cupped both of her breasts in his hands. They fit just like they used to. "Oh my God."
Cindy's body was coming down on him hard now. She wasn't just riding him now so much as she was tossing him inside a race car that was set to drive off a cliff, and each thrust of her hips was angled so that her clit rubbed against his pubic bone.
He lowered his hand to help her. The second he made contact her spine arched and she cried out to the ceiling.
Then she really went wild.
Holy Christ. He didn't just miss the sex, he'd missed her. He'd missed her taste and the sounds she made when he was inside of her. She still had him trapped. After all this time and despite everything, he was still hers.
If she ever found that out, then he was going to be beyond fucked.
The bed shifted beneath them and the joints squeaked with the force of her surging hips. Jack fucking loved it.
The only problem was Jack didn't have nearly the amount of control he wanted, and that needed to change.
Cindy yelled in surprise when he suddenly grabbed her and flipped her over, putting her back down on the bed, knees up and around his waist. Her strong thighs squeezed him, and Jack sighed. "That's what I want."
His hips pumped back and forth like they were being operated by a machine. "You look so damn good, beneath me with your hair spread out like that."
Cindy threw her head back and yelled. She moaned and cursed, and flat out bossed him around, which was new. "Right there! Don't you dare stop! Uhhng, fuck me."
"I am," Jack said through clenched teeth, and Cindy really locked him in place when she crossed her ankles together behind his ass.
Fuck, maybe he should've gotten naked. He was wearing too many clothes. He wanted to feel her warm skin all over his body, and the fact that he wasn't, that he could only touch her skin to skin with his hands, was such a damned tease.
He was so close. So fucking close he could feel it right there, just out of his reach and ready to burst free if he just kept on going.
Cindy's hands moved under Jack's shirt, pushing it up his back, and she let her nails claw down his spine, down his ragged scar before his brain could even put together what was happening. The sudden flare of pain coupled with the mind numbing pleasure made his balls seize up almost all the way into his body, and like there was a miniature jet engine inside of him, his orgasm shot through him with the force of a bullet, or a rocket, and Jack bit down on the sheets beside Cindy's face as he came with a muffled yell.
If Cindy noticed something different about the flesh on his back, she didn't say anything. She was clearly too busy having one of the better orgasms of her life.
Well, he lived to serve, after all, and it was a pleasure watching her face as she came. The inner walls of Cindy's sex throbbed and tightened around him, milking everything out of him and prolonging his torture. She was moaning and thrashing beneath him, sharp nails still digging into his ruined skin, gripping him tight and cutting deep.
Jack collapsed on top of Cindy's chest before he could catch himself, but she didn't push him away or make any complaints at his weight. That was good because he was too drained to want to move.
Her hands were much gentler as she moved them up and down his rough back. The chain was warm in some places from his body heat, but cold in others, which added a whole new sensation to his skin.
They caught their breath. That was the only sound in the room, heavy breathing, and Jack wasn't even looking at her as he kept his cheek on the mattress. He was too busy soaking up the sensation of having a warm body beneath him, someone to hang onto as he came down from the high of an orgasm.
He was so fucking stupid, but he'd missed this. It hadn't ever been this way with Jessica, or anyone else he'd had since.
"What's this?" Cindy asked quietly, and her fingertips were still moving over the scar that ate up most of his back and shoulders, and even down his arms. Her hands covered a lot of ground, and it made him shiver, and kind of tickled, as she touched him there.
"Burn scars, from the house fire," Jack said, and he was kind of stunned that it came out so easily.
Cindy's hands froze over the ruined skin. "Oh," she said.
Jack had to get off of her. Cindy winced a little as he sat up, pulling his cock from her entrance. He needed to get cleaned up. He was sweaty and wanted another shower.
"Come on, get up," he said.
Cindy did as she was told, and it was almost a shame, considering she looked good enough to be fucked again from her place on the bed. Hands out on either side of her head, wild hair fanned all over the place, and her entire body flushed pink from the sex.
"Where are we going?" Cindy asked.
"You need a shower," he said. "I'll be getting in with you."
"We're going to the shower together?"
"I'm not just going to stand beside you while you do it, and I don't want to let you out of my sight if I don't have to."
It was decent enough excuse, and wouldn't at all give away the fact that he just wanted to get naked with her.
"You left me alone when I was using your bathroom before."