Page 41 of Jack

Chapter Sixteen

Astrid faceddown an angry Jack knowing there would be blowback for keeping things from him but never in her wildest dreams had she expected the words that came out of his mouth. Her breath hitched and her heart began to pound as desire and need so strong it felt like a physical touch hit her, almost buckling her legs. But they never got a chance because the second the words left his lips he was prowling towards her, and she found herself retreating until the backs of her knees hit the bed and he was on her.

His big, solid body took her down to the bed, one hand cupping the curve of her ass, the other shoving the wig from her head as if it offended him. His fingers flexed on her scalp as he gripped her, his lips slammed into hers, hard and angry and desperate. She got a taste of the man she knew was underneath the veneer.

A moan pushed past her lips as she held on to his hips which he pressed against hers, the evidence of his desire hard and unrelenting like the man himself. His mouth moved to her ear, and she arched her neck, wanting his hands on her everywhere. His fingers dug into her ass cheek before smoothing up her belly and over her collar bone to her throat.

He wrapped a hand lightly around her neck, his thumb rubbing over her pulse, which was wild, starving for his touch. “You scared me, firefly. I don’t scare easy, but the thought of you out on the street with no back up fucking undid me.”

“Jack.”

“No, you had your chance to speak, and you didn’t take it. You kept things from me, and I won’t tolerate it. I can’t do this if you hide and lie. I just don’t have it in me, Astrid.”

Guilt was warring with desire now, making her regret the burden she’d added to his shoulders and the already heavy load he carried. He was responsible for everyone and was being betrayed by people who should love and protect him, and she’d added to that for her own selfish reasons.

His eyes met hers, and she saw the storm, the demons he fought and the hunger for her that she’d never seen before, not on him or anyone else. She knew in that second she was falling in love with him, that she’d do anything to stop his pain including giving up her own control.

“I’m sorry, Jack.”

He didn’t answer her, but his lips dropped to hers, and he kissed her, his tongue stroking over hers, mastering her, until she was consumed by him. He lifted his head long enough to push her jacket off her shoulders and pull the blouse over her head. His eyes devoured her as if this was the first time he was seeing her, when he’d already seen more at the beach.

Her own hands tugged at the shirt he wore, pulling it from his trousers so she could feel the warm skin of his abdomen under her hands. Jack moved his hips, knocking her legs further apart so she cradled his hips between her legs. His hard cock pushed harder against the fabric that separated them and sent a sensation of pleasure rocketing down her spine.

Jack pulled the straps of her bra down each shoulder before unhooking it with a flick of his wrist and tossing it to the floor. His mouth found her nipple, and he sucked deep, making her body arch and her fingers grasp at his head, holding him to her as her legs clamped around his waist. She came with a moan as he rocked against her, his mouth on her nipple.

The ceiling blurred, and her eyes rolled back in her head as her body contracted and pulsed with pleasure. Jack lifted his head and gave her a killer smile. Astrid saw the challenge in his eyes and never one to back down from anything, rolled until he was on his back. He had a glint in his ice-blue eyes that seemed to warm with fire.

She straddled his hips, the heat of his cock pulsed against her and the tingle of her body from her climax made her feel powerful, yet relaxed. The edge being taken off her need allowed her to take her time. Her hands unbuttoned his shirt, separating the white cotton and allowing her to see all of him, the white of the bandage at his shoulder causing her belly to clench in regret.

“Eyes on me, firefly.” Instantly she answered the command in his tone and brought her eyes to him. “Touch me, Astrid. I want to feel your hands on me like I imagined so many times before.”

“You imagined this?” Her voice was husky, heavy with lust.

“Oh so many times.”

His words were like a caress to her confidence. She’d never been meek or mild, always outgoing, but even on her best days, Jack wanting her had seemed like a distant dream.

Her hands skated over his belly, a finger finding the dip where his eight-pack met in the middle before she tipped forward, wanting to run her tongue along it. His mouth caught her breast as she did, and he sucked her nipple, making all her intentions leave her brain as she let sensations overwhelm her.

Forcing her body to pull away from the sinful touch, she smiled. “My turn, remember?”

Jack placed his hands behind his head, giving her the illusion of freedom when they both knew he could have her on her back in an instant. Bending again, she let her tongue trail his neck, flicking at his nipple which made his hips buck underneath her before she swept it down the length of his chest, all the way to the edge of his trousers.

“You’re killing me, Astrid.”

Her smile was one of victory as she slid the button of his slacks through the hole before dragging the zipper slowly down. Pushing the fabric away, her hand gripped his cock through the white cotton boxer briefs and squeezed, forcing a growl from his throat that caused slick and hot desire to wash over her, making her clench her legs together in an involuntary action to ease the ache he’d created with just a sound.

Bending her head, she freed his cock. The strength and feel of it in her hand had her swallowing hard as her hand stroked, following the slight curve over the head that was wet with pre-cum. Her tongue flicked out, and she tasted the salty liquid surrounded by the scent of him, musky and heady.

“Fuck. I wish you could see how beautiful you are, Astrid.”

His hand reached down to cup her cheek, holding her hair out of his way so he could watch her lips cover the crown before taking him deep, the soft skin covering the hard cock was a dichotomy, and she loved it. Gripping the base, she stroked his cock as she bobbed her head. Jack’s hips bucked as she felt his control begin to slip free of the tight hold he kept on it. She wanted that; she wanted his feral side, the side he tried to contain.

He was still trying to rein in that rigid control, holding on to it as if he was afraid to let go and she wanted him to. Redoubling her efforts, she swirled her tongue over the underside of his cock before hollowing her cheeks.

“Fucking hell, firefly, that feels so good. You’re gonna make me come.”

Astrid wanted that, to make him feel like she did when he touched her, to know that she had the same power he did. Moaning around his cock, she felt the ache building in her pussy. She’d never been so turned on by going down on a man, but this was different. It was so much more than the act itself, it was about trust, and he was giving her some of his true self.