Page 80 of Worth Every Game
He gives me a sly look. “Here? In the corridor?”
I tilt my head. “Not into public sex?”
He smirks. “Not when my mother is in the building.” He grabs my arse with both hands. “We should go in here.” He takes my hand and opens the nearest door, leading me into a large bathroom.
He locks the door behind us, and we’re on one another in seconds, hands grabbing, fingers tearing at clothes. He’s kissing me ravenously, his fingers in my hair. I can’t get enough of him. I need to merge right into him, to become one with him. The wanting is at levels I’ve never experienced before. The kiss feels like it lasts forever and no time at all; everything distorts when I’m with Jack.
I break off, whispering, “I’m wet for you.”
He groans and tips his head back, exposing his throat, peppered with stubble. “Fucking hell. You’re worse than me.” He says it like I’m wearing him thin, but he smiles like he loves it. His hands are greedy as they rush to pull up my skirt. He shifts my panties to one side and slides a finger inside me, his eyes going wide at how slick I am. “You’re so filthy. You know that?” he murmurs against my ear as he pumps his finger in and out of me, and I moan as I grind against his hand. “Anyone could find us here.”
“Exactly,” I say, all breathless. “So make it quick. I’ve waited all day, and I know you have a ton of condoms in your pocket.”
Jack mutters under his breath as he removes his finger from me and tugs a condom out while I wriggle out of my panties. I make fast work of his trousers, releasing his stiff cock, and he rips the packet open with his teeth and sheaths himself quicker than I’ve ever seen it done.
He presses me against the wall and lines himself up at my entrance, a look of intense focus coming over him as he plunges into me. The sudden sensation of fullness goes some way to satisfy the empty ache low in my core. I hook my legs around his hips and he drives into me, over and over, pinning me in place.
I can see us in the mirror, him fucking me hard, thrusting into me. His muscled arse is perfection, moving that way. I begin to whimper, and Jack grunts in my ear. Suddenly, he shifts us, lifting me onto the counter.
It takes a moment to settle into our new position, but when we do he nods at where our bodies meet and says, “Look at you. Look at how you take me.” I lean back and he slows down, sliding in and out as we both watch, transfixed. It’s unbelievably hot, seeing my body swallow his cock inch by inch, the cream of my juices streaking the condom.
With one hand I find my swollen clit and begin to move my fingers over it in circles, and Jack latches onto the motion, pupils dilated until they’re little more than black pits of desire. “That’s it,” he coaxes. “Faster.”
I obey, my fingers flicking over my clit at a pace that sends electric currents spinning out from the bundle of nerves. My climax approaches like the swell of a wave, inevitable and inescapable. I want to drown in it and pull him under with me. “Oh, God, so good…it’s so good,” I call out, delirious with pleasure.
“I love how much you love this,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you scream.”
And I do. The noises coming from my lips are loud and unreserved, driven by arousal so fierce that I don’t care who hears me.
“Fuck, oh, fuck, Jack.” I’m frantically rubbing at myself, lust turning my movements frenzied as the buzz of my approaching orgasm grows.
“Hold it,” he rasps. “Don’t come without me.”
“I can’t, I can’t…” I wail as my orgasm rips through me, leaving me shuddering in Jack’s arms.
This is my safe space. Here, with him.
“Wow, El,” Jack breathes. “No one fucks me like you do.” I know he’s close too as his relentless pounding slows, his thrusts growing irregular, until he jerks into me, panting and holding me close. “Fuuuuuck,” he groans, as he empties himself inside me.
I go limp, linking my arms around his neck to stop myself from slumping in a heap, and we breathe in each other’s breaths. There’s a tension to the moment of our comedown, as though we ought to fill the silence with those three tiny words. They’re practically knocking behind my teeth.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
“I love the way you fuck me,” I whisper instead, and he kisses me deep, and I disappear into the warmth of his tongue, the feel of his lips on mine.
A bang on the door shocks us both. Someone is outside.
And I was beingso loud.
“I’m waiting out here,” comes a woman’s voice. She sounds annoyed.
Shit. How long have we been in here?
The door handle rattles. Thank goodness we locked it.
Jack rests his forehead against mine, his breaths still coming rapidly. “Damn it.” We stay like that for a few moments, until our breathing settles.
“We have to come out,” I hiss. “We can’t stay in here now.”