Grace slowly straddled Jack's thighs. He cupped her ass and pulled her closer. "Can you make love in a chair?" he asked.
"We're about to find out." She leaned back far enough to reach his pants, which were now around his ankles. Jack cursed. She knew her position had bared her naked pussy to his view. He ran a hand from the space between her full breasts down her belly and rested it over her mound. Grace was panting and fumbling for Jack's wallet. Jack was gazing at her sex hungrily and rubbing tight circles around her clit.
Finally she wrestled his wallet out of its pocket. Jack took it from her and quickly fished out a condom before tossing it on the desk with her dress. Sitting forward now Grace watched Jack cover his straining cock. Her mouth watered and her belly tightened in anticipation of the pleasure she knew Jack could give her. She wanted him ferociously but she refused to rush this experience. She kissed him long and deep. Their tongues mingled searching and needy for more.
Grace rubbed her swollen clit against the hard length she couldn't wait to take into her body, getting him nice and wet. Jack moaned into her mouth as he lifted her into position. He was as eager as she, but Grace was going to run this show. He'd have to take his pleasure as it was given, or not at all. Grace put her feet on the ground, taking her weight and the control from Jack.
"Grace, please baby. I'm starving for you." Jack looked up at her and the pained expression on his handsome face made her second guess the decision to go slowly.
"I'm here, Jack. Just let me have this, okay?" she asked. He nodded and took several deep breaths.
"You're killing me. I want to spread you out on that desk and fuck you for hours. Maybe days," he growled against her breast.
She slid just the head of his cock into her body and kissed him. Working her hips in a small circle Grace slowly took him deeper into her body with each twist. Jack was so hard she would swear he was larger than he'd been the first time they'd done this. Once she'd fully impaled herself, Grace rested there for just a moment. She looked into Jack's heated eyes and tried to memorize the feeling of being one with him. Her body was filled by his sex, her arms held him as close to her as possible, and her heart thudded with an eager readiness to be filled with his presence as well.
When Grace began to move it was in slow increments at first. She held Jack's gaze as she worked his cock up and down, flexing her inner muscles and rotating her body. Jack held her hips in a tight grip and sweat broke out on his brow. She was testing his limits and her own. It felt so good to be in control and to take her pleasure and give it back to him at her own pace. She didn't give a shit where they were or who might walk in, Grace wanted to show Jack that she wanted him this desperately, this intensely, and with everything she had.
"Grace, fuck," Jack drawled. He needed more and so did she, but she was going to make him ask for it.
"What do you need, baby?" she slowed even further to wait for his response.
"I need you now, harder, faster, please," he pleaded earnestly. Grace complied with his request. She hooked her feet around the legs of the chair for leverage and began to ride Jack faster. She remembered the time she and Jessie had gone to a country bar that had a mechanical bull. The bull operator had set it to a nice slow pace at first. She closed her eyes and leaned back a bit throwing back her head. Grace found a steady rolling rhythm that had her ready to come in no time. Every time she took him deep her clit was stimulated by the press of their bodies. Every time she withdrew the head of his impressive cock slid over that perfect spot inside of her. Jack began speaking to her as she moved ever faster over his length. He told her she was beautiful and sexy, she drove him to distraction with the need to be inside her hot little body. He would come soon. Jack said he'd keep her close if she would just give him a chance. He repeated how badly he'd missed and wanted her since they'd parted. His pleading, reverent whisper rang true with sincerity and longing.
Grace wanted to say something in response, but everything that came to mind would have sounded too desperate. She couldn't tell him she'd thought of nothing but him, or that knowing he was there with someone else was a new kind of pain she'd never known before. She couldn't tell him he already had her heart. She held him tight in her body and told him those things the only way she could. Grace let go of her control. She gave Jack what he needed. She rode him hard and fast. Jack was thrusting up into her body with her every downward stroke. In perfect harmony they reached for something neither of them had ever found. Grace felt the first ripples of her orgasm and Jack cursed.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Grace, come for me now. I can't … " Jack was holding her hips still and thrusting wildly into her wet heat. The building climax broke over Grace like a tidal wave. It overtook her all at once and kept rolling over and over as Jack shuddered and came. She watched him lose himself in her body while stared into her eyes. It was more than just a sexual act in that moment. It was Jack and Grace together in a place that was brand new for both of them. It was a connection deeper than just flesh. The intensity of it was overwhelming and frightening.
Jack pulled her to his chest and held her tight, rubbing her back and running soft kisses down her neck and across her shoulder as they caught their breath. For a while the rest of the world had ceased to exist. Now in the aftermath of their loving the thumping sounds of the bar began to penetrate Grace's consciousness. She sat back and looked down at Jack while she played with one of his diamond earrings. She knew his mind had also come back to the world waiting outside of their hiding place. He cupped her cheek and kissed her sweetly.
"That was incredible, Grace. I didn't deserve it after the way I spoke to you." Grace lifted herself from Jack's lap.
She was at a loss for what to say or do now. She'd wanted this chance to be with him. It was over now and she hadn't a clue what she'd achieved if anything at all.
"Are you bunking alone?" he asked as he dressed himself and retrieved his wallet from the desk.
Grace watched him move about the dimly lit room. He wouldn't look at her, so she knew he was still a little suspicious of her relationship with Luke.
"I'm alone. Jessie is staying with Dave." Did this mean he wanted to return to her room with her? Grace imagined an entire night in bed with Jack, snuggling and making love until morning. Her chest filled with a hopeful light that had to be clear on her face when he came to her with her dress in his hand. He helped her dress and knelt to let her step into her panties.
Jack took Grace's hand and turned out the light. He opened the door and music poured in as well as light that hadn't been on when they entered the office. Jack stepped into the hall.
"Why don't we head back to your room and . . ." Jack was saying when he was cut off.
"There you are! I've been looking everywhere," a man said from down the hall. Jack released her hand and took a step forward, essentially blocking the office door.
"I, ah, got lost looking for the men's room." Jack lied. It was obvious he didn't intend to let whoever this newcomer was see her. She stepped back into the shadows. It stung. He'd just been asking to go back to her room with her. Now she was hiding.
"I'm not feeling up to the party crowd tonight, Victor. I think I'll go back to the room." Jack was still speaking when Victor reached him. Grace's heart lodged itself in her throat. This was Jack's boyfriend, or one of them.
"Of course, babe, we should have stayed in tonight. I can tell you aren't feeling like yourself. Let's go to our room and I'll help you relax," Victor said.
Victor was slightly shorter than Jack and built more leanly. His dark hair and tan complexion was a contrast to Jack's fair good looks, but Victor was equally as attractive in his own way. The difference became even more blatant when Victor wrapped his deeply tanned hand around Jack's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Jack stiffened but didn't fight the embrace.
Grace was frozen to the ground watching in horror as the lips that had just made love to her and spoken so sweetly were being devoured by someone else. Victor pushed Jack back into the door jam and moved in for deeper contact. They were just feet away from Grace and she was struggling not to release the sob building in her chest. The melding of the couple's lips and Victor's passionate caress filled her vision. Victor was toying with Jack's earring while he sucked on Jack's lower lip just as she had done only moments ago in the chair. Victor ran his hands down Jack's chest to his crotch and groped him. Jack finally found his voice and pushed Victor back.