I’d never felt so empowered. He was half a foot taller than me, outweighed me by twenty kilos, he was athletic and I was academic, yet I was in complete control.
So using both hands, I undid his belt, pulling it roughly through the buckle. Then I popped the button and slid my fingers underneath the elastic of his briefs. His erection was confined toward his hip, so wrapping my hand around him, I pulled his cock free.
His eyes flew open, a mix of lust and abandon stared back at me. “Lawson,” he murmured my name before crushing his mouth to mine. I stroked him, gyrating my hips, needing to feel him. Needing more. Needing everything.
Jack pulled back, almost to his haunches, and he undid my trousers. I was transfixed, watching his face as he revealed my cock. He licked his lips and his nostrils flared, and when he gripped my shaft, his eyes met mine, and I just about caught on fire.
“Jack.” I don’t know what I was insisting on, or begging for. Something. Anything. “Just fucking do it.”
His eyes lit up and his smirk was wicked as he aligned our cocks and wrapped his huge hand around us both. I gasped at the onslaught of pleasure, before he kissed me with a fervour I’d never known.
I’d never been wanted like he wanted me.
He broke the kiss and spoke against my lips. “Please come.” He groaned, a pained sound. “Need you to come first, and I’m not gonna last.”
His hand, now slicked with precome, slid our cocks together, and the feeling was incredible. Knowing I was turning him on so much was dizzying. I looked down between us, my forehead against his neck, and watched as our cockheads squeezed through his hand―it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt, been a part of, or had happen to me. God, I was so turned on. I couldn’t ever remember being this aroused…
“Lawson,” he growled, pure sex and wonder. “Need you to come.”
And I did. A coil, wound so tight, sprung deep at the base of my spine. I came in spurts between us, groaning through an unspeakable pleasure.
“Oh, God,” he whispered in my ear, and his cock pulsed against mine as he came. “Fuck!”
Jack held himself above me with one hand, trembling as his orgasm rocketed through him. His face was the picture of ecstasy and bliss. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips parted in a silent cry.
Thick ropes of come covered my stomach and shirt. Jack collapsed on top of me, his weight immense and divine, and he nuzzled into my neck. With him in between my thighs, I shifted a little to get more comfortable. He clearly had no intention of moving.
He nuzzled my neck some more, then kissed lazily up my jaw until he found my lips. He rested against his open palm and snugged his elbow in beside my shoulder. He smiled down at me languidly. His eyes were dreamy.
He sighed happily. “We’re a mess. I probably should apologise, but I’m not sorry at all.”
I bit my bottom lip to stop from smiling too much. Though I doubt I had him fooled. “I probably should apologise for being so bold as to insist you join me on the couch, but I’m not sorry at all either.”
He chuckled and planted a soft, wet kiss on my lips. “I do like the way you speak. But I will admit, I like it when you swear even more.”
“Swear?”
“You said fuck. Actually, you said ‘just fucking do it.’”
“I did not!”
“You did too.” He grinned and kissed me again. “And it was hot.”
I could feel my cheeks heat. “I’m sure I’m aware of what words come out of my mouth. I’m not one to curse. The English language has many thousand words, some much more indulgent and better serving than swear words.”
Now he laughed. “You totally swore. Next time I’ll record you so I have proof.”
“Next time?”
“Please tell me there’ll be a next time.”
I found myself smiling at his expression. Blinking innocence and hope. “Will it be the best third date ever?”
“Yes,” he answered quickly. “Though, just as a gauge, how did the second date go?”
“I’ll let you know when it’s over.”
He laughed into a sigh and smiled as though he couldn’t possibly have been happier. “I think you should stay the night.”
Oh. My heart squeezed with his words and the look in his eyes. “Well, no. I think I shouldn’t. I appreciate the offer, but I have none of my belongings here and I have an early start tomorrow.”
“Am I not coming with you tomorrow?”
“If you want.”
“I want. You, me, and Rosemary. I thought we had a deal?”
I looked over to find her still sound asleep in front of the unlit fireplace, then back to Jack. “Okay, deal.”
“So you’ll stay?”
I smiled at his insistence. “No.”
He pouted gorgeously. “Then I better make Date Number Three even better.”
“Or even Date Number Four…”
He kissed me with smiling lips. “I’m not afraid of working for it.”
“It? As in sex? You presume a lot.”
“I wasn’t referring to working for sex, no. I was referring to working on making you happier with each date.” He seemed amused. “If more sex is a reward for awesome date planning, then I’m not opposed. And I’m not presuming anything. I seem to recall you dragging me to the couch to get more comfortable.”
I’m certain I blushed. “I believe in asking for what I want. There’s no point in yearning for something if you can actually have it.”
Jack traced his thumb over my heated cheek. His eyes followed his thumb, then scanned my face. “You are something special,” he whispered. “And you can have me anytime you want me.”
I leaned up and kissed him. “I think I need to get cleaned up.”
He jumped off me with the agility of a cat and walked off down the hall. “Take off your shirt. I’ll get you a clean one.”
I pulled at the unravelled bow tie, sliding it from around my neck, then undid the buttons on my shirt. I slid it from my shoulders just as Jack came back with a wet washer in one hand and a folded shirt in the other. And he stopped. And stared.
I felt warm all over as he examined me with his gaze, as though his eyes were hands that skimmed over every inch of my skin.
Jack licked his lips and took a robotic step toward me. “Oh wow,” he said, now appearing to be fixated on my chest. He swallowed hard and finally met my eyes. “Right, then. Shirt?” He held up his hand with the shirt. “Though I’ll be completely honest with you, Lawson, I’d rather you didn’t put it on.”
He stood in front of me; his height and size never seemed more apparent. I felt slightly vulnerable, I was half-naked and he towered over me, his shoulders dwarfed mine. But he very tenderly put the washcloth to my abdomen, gently washing me clean in slow, deliberate circles.
It was the most adoring, indulgent thing anyone had ever done for me.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my shoulder, and I almost told him I was staying…
Jack took a small step backward and let out a slow breath. “A shirt,” he said, his voice low and lovely. “It will be too big, but it’s the smallest I’ve got. I haven’t worn it in years.”