JACK: Las Vegas Bad Boys(14)

“Cover my cock with your come. You know you want to.”

“Yeah, I do,” I tell him, moaning loudly.

He takes me until I explode.

“Jack. Jack. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

I feel his release inside of me. The warmth in my pussy makes me writhe in pleasure, causes another wave to crash over me as he thrusts for the final time.

When we both finish, he lays beside me on the bed; both of us are gasping for breath. Turning my face to look at him, I see his eyes are already on me.

“What?” I ask.

His clear blue eyes are on mine, and this feels like more than a fuck, even though that’s exactly what it is.

“I did not expect this night to be like this,” he says.

“Like what?”

“So damn perfect.”





Chapter Five





JACK


The next morning, I wake with a still-sleeping Tess beside me. I wasn’t going to make her leave last night.

I’m not an asshole, and I know Tess is not some average one-night stand. I am going to be seeing her, presumably, for the rest of my life. She’s close with everyone I’m friends with.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

But then she rolls toward me, and her perfect, perky breasts are exposed, and I know this was the best decision of my life.

Lowering myself under the blankets, I decide to wake her up so she feels as amazing as she looks. Last night she fucked me so hard, in a way that I will never forget.

I can do my best to repay the favor.

We fell asleep naked, so now, as I gently spread her legs, I have easy access to her little mound. Her legs subconsciously wrap around my neck, and I begin to lick her folds, wanting to pull her awake with an orgasm.

My tongue glides over her slit, up and down, and she soon begins to release her wetness on my tongue, tasting like honey, sweet and sticky. Damn, I fucking want to eat her until she’s pouring if she tastes this fine.

My scruffy, few-week-old beard rubs against her thighs, and I kiss her skin, my hands reaching toward her perfect tits, her nipples hard and excited, even while she sleeps.

My cock is so hard, so turned on, but right now I am focused on her. I suck her clit, my mouth devouring her, and I can tell she’s starting to wake up by the sounds she begins to make.

“Ohhhh, baby,” she purrs. “Oh, yeah, suck me hard.” Her hands find my hair and she squeezes the legs that wrap my head.

Tess shocked me last night. She seems so innocent, so naive—but that girl knew how to talk dirty, how to make my cock rock hard, how to come again and again.

Just like she is right now.

Her juice is pouring out and she gasps, tightening her hold on me. And I don’t care if I can’t fucking breathe. I want her to orgasm so hard, I want her to gush nice and good all over me.

“Oh Jack, fuck, fuck, yeah.” When she stops coming and lowers her legs from their hold, I pull down the bed sheets, grinning up at her.

“Morning sunshine,” I say, squeezing her little nipple.

“You are in so much trouble,” she scolds, with a smile.

“Was it bad of me to wake you up? Are you one of those girls who needs their beauty sleep?”

“Well, I am, but I suppose I can’t stay mad at you,” she says, pushing my hand away from her breast. “I mean, I can’t think of the last time I woke up and orgasmed with something besides a vibrator.”

“So when you make yourself come, what are you imagining?” I roll over next to her on the bed. The sheets are pushed off the mattress.

“Basically what just happened. A scruffy-faced man sucking me dry.”

I laugh. “You don’t hold back, do you Tess?”

“Not much.”

“I like that.”

“I bet you’d like something else, too,” she says, mischievously.

“What’s that?”

“Looks like you could use some help with that.” Her eyes lower to my stiff cock.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask, thinking of the hundred ways I’d like to fuck her before she leaves my loft.

“I want to ride you,” she says, crawling on top of me. Her tits are bouncing, her pussy slick. And my cock is so ready. “I want to ride you so fucking hard.”

She lifts herself onto me, her eyes closed as she is filled.

And then she moves her hips, swiveling against me until we come, again, and again.



After Tess and I shower and dress, I make us coffee and a few pieces of toast and try to think of ways to thank her for coming to my rescue. And also for coming in general. So many fucking times. My sheets are soaked, and hell, we had ourselves a good time.

“So do you work today?” I ask her as she spreads raspberry jam on her slice of bread.

“Nope, got today off. Have to do laundry though, and need to get some groceries. It’s my Sunday routine. Errands and clean up my studio.”