JACK: Las Vegas Bad Boys(23)
I start at his base, licking his length, and then filling my mouth again with his thickness. I keep sucking until his veiny cock is ready for release. I taste his come in my mouth, and keep pumping his big rod.
I pull his cock from my mouth, letting the ropes of his come cover my face, and my pussy keeps dripping, coming again just at the pleasure of making him come. His fingers run up and down my slit, softly thrumming against me as I moan.
His come covers my tits and, once he’s finished his release, I turn to face him so he can see the way he’s marked me.
I straddle him, my eyes locked on his, and we’re both catching our breath as I slide his still-hard cock into my wet pussy. I need him in me so bad; I need to be filled with him.
“Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me hard.”
“Tess, baby, where the hell did you come from?” he asks, thrusting his cock deep into my ready pussy.
“I come from a place you don’t want to know,” I tell him.
His hands smack my ass, and it turns me on in a whole new way. I run my hands over my tits, so I can have his creamy come on my fingertips, and I suck it off, one finger at a time.
My pussy rocks against him, and together we fuck until I forget.
We fuck until we fall asleep.
We fuck, and I never want to wake.
Chapter Ten
JACK
The bright morning light shining across the room wakes me. Looking around Tess’s snug studio, I’m reminded how deep the divide is between her life and mine.
But I don’t give a fuck, not even a little. I don’t care how different we are; she deserves my best. And that means helping her get protection from whatever asshole family she has.
She didn’t give me any details, but this is her story to tell. And besides, I don’t need details in order to do the right thing.
I can set her up in a nice place. Get her a townhouse or condo, help her go to school or whatever else it is she wants to do with her life.
Looking around, I see piles of books all over the place, so maybe she wants to go to school for English or some shit. I don’t really care what she wants to do; I just need to help her get out of this situation.
We fell asleep last night, exhausted by our marathon of fucking. And I swear, somewhere amidst the rumpled bed sheets and setting sun, we laid our hearts out for one another.
I don’t mean to say we’re all in love or whatever; I’m not ready for commitment after just getting out of things with Ashley. I just mean that something real happened between Tess and me.
It was more than sex.
And, honestly, it wasn’t particularly romantic, either. It was something powerful, something real. Something we shared that I have never experienced with anyone else.
Not that I can be guaranteed she felt the same thing pass between our bodies, but I swear she did.
She stirs now, and I kiss her shoulder before getting out of bed.
Her bathroom is the size of a small closet, and I have to lower my head to stand in the shower, but I remind myself this is only temporary.
When I come back into her room, I see she’s awake—and, unfortunately, a bathrobe is covering her all too well. She’s standing at the refrigerator with the door swung open.
“I don’t have any food,” she moans, “and I’m starving.”
“Me, too. We could get breakfast at Spades; they have a few decent places for brunch.”
“Brunch?” She smiles. “I forget what a hipster you are, Jack.”
“I feel like I should take offense to that.”
“Just make sure you never get a man bun, and I won’t hate on you too hard.”
“So, breakfast at Spades? I can call a car around.”
“Sure. I have to go there today, anyways.”
“So you aren’t running away yet?”
She twists her lips. “I need to get some things from my locker, and tell my manager that I’m quitting.”
“You aren’t really leaving, just like that.”
“You don’t get it, do you?” She closes the fridge and heads to the bathroom. “I’m leaving, Jack.”
I don’t know what to say. I don’t have any right to tell her to stay here. She’s her own woman, and the last thing she needs is some guy bossing her around … but, shit. She can’t go.
Not now. Not after last night.
I run my hands through my hair.
“Can I take you out to breakfast first?” I ask. “Before you leave?”
“Okay,” she agrees, turning on the water to the shower. “But it can’t take all day. When I say breakfast, that’s what I mean.”
“So no sex on our way to the casino?” I ask. “Just looking for clarification.”
“I appreciate it,” she says, laughing. “But no, I never said we couldn’t fuck before we get pancakes. I mean, carpe diem and all that crap, remember?”