She shook her head, sinking her hands in his hair. “Here. Now.” Her breath was heavy, her tone defiant.
“I don’t have condoms, pet.” He should have known he couldn’t make it a couple of days around Elle without needing protection, but moron that he was, he thought he would be able to resist her. “And we’re in a public parking lot.”
“It’s deserted, Borg,” she whispered, pressing herself against him.
Yes, there was no one around. Still.
“Not up for the challenge?”
He grabbed her hands and immobilized them over her head. “I haven’t had sex for almost a year and I’ve been dying to fuck you for twice as long, since the first time I laid eyes on you. You can’t ask me to pull out, because I won’t. The second I get inside you, I’ll be coming.”
“I’m protected.”
She was killing him.
He held her challenging stare. “So that we’re clear: if I fuck you here I’m going to fill you with my cum.” Something he hadn’t done ever before but couldn’t wait to do now. Nuts.
She nodded. “Now.”
He couldn’t deny her anything. Which pissed him off to no end, but his cock had a mind of its own. Heck, his whole body.
He unzipped, yanked her panties aside, and pressed against her core, breaching her tight opening. Her teeth sank into his shoulder, a ragged cry escaping her.
Fuck, she was so hot. And so fucking small. He was going to hell for this. She needed more foreplay if he was going to get more than the crown of his cock inside her, but he was so crazed by the sensory overload he wasn’t sure he could hold still.
Praying for a control there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he could maintain, he pushed down his need and thrust a bit deeper, when suddenly her grip on him got even tighter. “Jack, oh God, I’m coming…”
He took her mouth and swallowed her cries as she exploded all over his cock, her * clutching him like a vise, locked in a powerful contraction. Robbing him of breath and the last shred of sanity. He surged all the way in, the straight barbell ladder he had at the base of his cock slamming against her clit, the contact with the metal ripping a whimper out of her and sending her over again. Jesus fucking Christ, she was flooring him. Wrapped around him, quivering. So hot. So tight. He managed to plunge into her several times but soon after that he lost it, and with a roar he let himself go, filling her with his cum.
Chapter Nine
Jack didn’t utter a single word on the way home, back to throwing murderous glances her way, which, considering his cum was all over her *, felt weird to say the least. A couple of jokes came to mind, but she opted for keeping them to herself. God forbid she give him a coronary.
After making it home, Elle headed for the bathroom; a bit of space would do them good.
She stripped and entered the shower, wondering what had come over her in that parking lot. That kind of heavy-handed, Neanderthal behavior from a guy normally enraged her, earning him a kick in the balls instead of a free pass to fuck her, which was exactly what Jack got. She had no explanation for it; the man revved her motor to unprecedented heights and she’d needed him so badly. And boy did he deliver. Him and that big pierced cock of his.
Elle took her sweet time, soaping up and soothing her muscles under the water, then rinsing. She reached for a towel and when she opened the shower curtain, she saw Jack there, leaning on the wall.
“Enjoy the show?” she asked, stepping out of the cubicle. The curtain only let a shadow through, but still.
He ignored her question, although he must have appreciated it if the huge erection tenting his jeans was anything to go by. “You know what this is, right?”
She glanced around. “Hmm, a bathroom?”
He grunted, not a speck of humor in his hard tone. “You understand this has no future, right? This is just sex and that’s all that it ever will be.”
Arrogant ass. “Don’t overestimate yourself, Borg. Who says I want more? I know what you are. You’re fucking material.”
“Good, we understand each other. When the Maldonado situation is resolved, we part ways.”
“Depending on your skills, we might part ways earlier. I can’t help it if you fall for me though, wonderful girl that I am. Oh, I know, I know”—she waved him off—“I don’t bake bread or sew my own underwear. I’m sooo going to hell.”
He was searching for the one, but she was too, and Jack was so far away from it, it wasn’t even funny.
He strode toward her, his glance traveling over her and stopping on her legs. “What were those inscriptions and lines?”
What? Ah, the UV tattoos.
“You’ll have to get me into another club if you want to see them again. Maybe if you hadn’t dragged me out of there, you would have had more time to inspect them. Oh, and by the way, now that we’re on the subject, you don’t want to end up with my boot up your ass, you don’t manhandle me,” she added. “Ever.”