Page 73 of Worth Every Game
The question sets me alight. If he doesn’t fuck me properly, I’ll combust. “Mmm,” I moan.
He lets out an equally lusty groan as he plunges in, and the burn of the stretch shifts to a fullness that completes me, sating that aching, driving need as Jack fuses our hips.
Oh, my God.He’s inside me.I want to savour this moment forever.
Like the same thought has occurred to him, he stays there, fully within me, without moving. Just staring at me.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I whisper.
“I can,” he says, hauling me up towards him. I wrap my arms around his neck as our mouths meet in a desperate collison, his tongue slipping between my lips and feeling like velvet as it strokes mine. My hands find his nape and my fingers weave into his thick hair. I deepen the kiss, our tongues tangling like dancers who won't let go.
When we separate, he’s breathing hard. His pupils are dark and dilated, the evidence of his arousal all over his face. “You’re more wonderful than I ever imagined,” he pants, his voice all awe.
“You… you…” I begin, meaning to tell him I feel the same, but words completely escape me as his hands find my hips, and he begins to pump into me, his handsome face a vision of concentration. I grind against him, meeting each of his thrusts with my own. To be handled like this, entirely naked apart frommy boots, with Jack almost fully clothed, only heightens the experience. I’m totally vulnerable to him and I love it. Every fucking second of being spread out for him, seeing him eat me up with his eyes, and now thrusting into me with such focus, as though there’s nowhere else he’d rather be…it’s perfect.
“Take this off,” I murmur, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and once I’ve undone a couple he tugs the whole thing over his head and throws it to the floor, kissing me again. My hands slide over his shoulders, down his chest, where his muscles are firm beneath the warmth of his skin. I’m touching him everywhere, eager to press as much of my body against his as possible.
He shifts a thumb over my clit, which is swollen and ready to explode at the slightest touch. Shocks of pleasure zing from that point, and he continues to thrust, making my pussy pulse with an impending climax way before I’m ready. I mewl helplessly, digging my nails into his skin. “Oh, oh, Jack—”
“Come for me,” he rasps, and my orgasm detonates, harder than ever before, bursting through me like a shower of glitter, tingling and sparkling in every cell. I tip my head back and scream his name up into the domed roof of the concert hall. “Jack, Jack, Jack…” The sound reverberates, carried by the acoustics, filling every corner of the hall and ringing in my ears. “I’m yours. Take me,please.” And he does, pumping into me through the rise and fall of my orgasm, stringing out every last drop of pleasure my body has to give, until his thrusts grow erratic and his dick pulses inside me.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, and every tendon in his neck is visible as the tension of his orgasm tears through him.
Each jerk of his cock feels like a secret I’ve earned, and as our breathing returns to normal, hormones flood my body, opening me up to the feelings I’m trying to hold at bay. I stave them off, shutting the door, locking them up.I will not fall for this man.
He sinks against me, and I hold him close, his face pressed against my bare breasts. He teases my nipple with his fingers and sparks of ecstasy ricochet through my boneless body. His fingers still, but I don’t let go of him. We stay like that for what feels like a long time, but is probably no longer than a minute. We’re so close… sointimate. More so, even, than what we’ve just done.
“Don’t freak out on me,” he whispers.
“Huh?”
“Don’t cry. I don’t think I could handle it right now.”
I push him off my chest. “I’m not crying.”
He nods. “Great. Because this is supposed to be fun.”
“It was. It was…” I trail off, not knowingwhatit was, exactly.
Inside me, his cock softens and he pulls out. I lie back on the piano, breathing deeply as he ties up the condom, wraps it in a tissue from his pocket, and throws it in the bin. He fixes his trousers, picks up his shirt and puts it on, making quick work of the buttons. “It was amazing. You’re amazing,” he says, pulling me off the piano so I’m standing. His gaze rakes over me and I burn up beneath it. “This is what you should wear at home. Just the boots. Unbelievable.” His smile widens. “Can I kiss you?”
I splutter a laugh. “You just fucked me like a pornstar, but now you’re asking permission for a kiss?”
He scrapes a hand through his hair, looking awkward for the briefest of moments before he says, “I don’t want to take anything you don’t want to give.”
Seeing the way he’s looking at me, as though he’d do anything to make me happy, but isn’t quite comfortable with the desire to do so, has my heart expanding and my answer spilling out before I can stop it. “I want to give you everything. All of it. It’s yours.”
When I spoke them earlier, the words could have been passed off as meaningless utterances, released in the throes of passion. The verbal equivalent of ejaculation. A sexual sweet nothing. Butnow, in the aftermath, they feel heavier, and the meaning they convey is much more than I’d intended to share.
Jack’s mouth opens a little, his eyes widening as he stares at me for an extended beat.
Was it too much? Too soon?
I thought what I was feeling was mutual, but maybe I was wrong. I’m immediately uncomfortable. I glance around for my dress and grab it from the floor, hauling it over my head like it’ll protect me from whatever the fuck is going on between me and Jack right now. If he’s going to let me down easy, tell me this can only ever be casual, I’d rather not hear it. I’d prefer to pretend I never said anything.
He steps towards me, his blue eyes serious for once.“Can you stop faffing?”
I give him the barest of glances as I tug at the sleeves of my dress, the hem, as if the damn thing won’t sit right, even though it’s perfectly comfortable. “I’m not faffing. I’m getting dressed.”