All Jacked Up (6 page)

Wait! What? Am I crazy?

But that shirt stretched just right over his muscles, the chinos that moulded to his hips, the thick, dark brown, razor-cut hair that fell in short layers on his head, the almost-cleft chin. The whole package made every pulse in her body pound with insistent need.

Oh, god. She had to get away from here.

“Well.” She looked up at him. “Goodnight.”

“Yeah. Goodnight.”

Still they stood there, staring at each other. Finally Jack moved.

“Oh, shit. Fuck me blind.”

He grabbed for her, pulling her towards him. Her keys fell to the ground again as she automatically reached for him. When his mouth came down on hers she felt as if she’d stepped into a tub of melted chocolate. Jack brushed his lips over hers, lightly at first, then used his tongue to trace the outline of her mouth and the seam of her lips.

“Open,” he demanded in a guttural voice.

When she did his tongue swept inside and she was lost. He explored every inch of her mouth, tasting, teasing, while his hands stroked up and down the length of her body, cupping her ass and cradling her breasts. She pressed herself against him and felt the long, hard length of his cock through the fabric of their clothing. She softened against him, moulding her body to his. She’d forgotten where they were, focused only on making sure he didn’t stop kissing her.

A piercing wolf whistle followed by laughter finally penetrated the erotic fog they’d fallen into.

“Get a room,” someone called jokingly.

Darcy opened her eyes, dazed then shocked to realise where she was and what she’d been doing. She looked up at Jack, licking her lips, still tasting him there.

“What the hell are we doing?”

His warm hands were still on her shoulders. “Beats me, but it sure feels good.”

“W-we can’t do this. We have to stop.”

“Uh-huh.” His head was lowering again. “But I forget why.”

“You are so not my type. I keep trying to tell you that.”

“I know. You’re not mine, either.”

Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue working its magic again. This time when they came up for air Darcy forgot why she thought this was wrong.

Jack cradled her face with his hands. “Come home with me. This time I’ll drive.”

“O-okay. As long as you remember I’m not your type.”

He grinned at her. “We’ll put a memo on the fridge.”

* * * *

How did I let myself do this?

But even as he asked himself the question yet another time, Jack was busy stripping off his clothes and Darcy’s as fast as he could. His cock had been semi-hard and aching since she’d left his house that morning, a condition he’d done his damndest to ignore but his little head was telling his big head to fuck off.

This woman drove him nuts with her quirkiness, her weird hair style and her sassy mouth. He could hardly imagine taking her home to his conservative parents in Florida or his attorney sister who now lived in Dallas. Not to mention what his friends would say, especially Mike, if they saw him hanging out with her in Eli’s.

But oh hell and damn, he wanted his cock in her in the next ten seconds or he was going to lose his mind.

Even as they disposed of their clothing he kept kissing her. Her mouth was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. He’d brushed his teeth four times that day trying to erase her flavour but it hadn’t worked. Essence of Darcy had invaded his body.

Then they were naked and tumbling on to the sheets that still held her flowery scent. He’d barely remembered to grab more condoms from the bathroom where he kept his extra stash, dumping a fistful of them on the nightstand.

 
“We’ll take it slow next time,” he gasped, sheathing himself. “I promise. But I can’t wait now.”

“It’s okay.” Her voice was as shaky as his. “I need you right now, too.”

He spread her legs wide and stroked the length of her cunt. Slick. And wet.

Oh god, let me get inside her before I embarrass myself and shoot off like a teenager.

He didn’t remember ever being this aroused by a woman in his entire life.

“Hurry,” she urged, but he didn’t need any encouragement.

He opened her labia with shaking fingers, poised himself at her entrance and drove into her with one powerful stroke. Her muscles gripped him like a wet fist, her liquid heat bathed him and he had to grit his teeth to hang on to it.

But then Darcy wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips to him to draw him in deeper as he drove into her. Pound, pound, pound. Vaguely he heard the sound of the headboard banging against the wall but it was overridden by Darcy’s cries of ecstasy and the roaring of his own blood in his ears.

He barely heard her, “Now, now, now,” as he exploded into her, shouting her name, body rigid, cock pulsing.

He lost himself in the surge of pleasure, in her tantalising scent, in the warm clasp of her body. When he felt her legs loosen and drop away he finally fell forward, catching his weight on his forearms, dragging air into his lungs and wondering if he’d have a heart attack as hard as that organ was beating. He lay there with her for what seemed forever until he felt strength seep back into his body. At least enough so he could move.

When the fog cleared from his eyes he looked down at the elfin face staring up at him. He thought of a million things to say but chased all of them out of his mind. Instead he brushed a light kiss over her lips and said, “Let’s take a shower. We’re good in the shower, remember?”

One corner of her bowed mouth kicked up in a grin. “I do, but do you?”

“You’re going to help me with whatever I forgot. Come on.”

He couldn’t wait to run his hands all over that nicely-rounded body, to taste her again with his mouth. To plunge his fingers into her. Feel every inch of her inside and out.

As he led her into the bathroom he was glad he’d just had the room remodelled and upgraded, including the installation of a large glassed-in shower stall. He reached in and turned on the water, disposed of the condom and pulled Darcy back to him for another kiss. He was getting addicted to her mouth but he didn’t know what to do about it.

And Darcy was kissing him back, pushing her small tongue into his mouth, stepping into the shower with him while their lips were still fused together. He broke off only when they became oxygen-deprived and tugged her to stand beneath the rain-like shower head he’d had installed. He brushed her short black hair away from her face, cupping her cheeks as the water beat down on them. He noticed that with her hair soaked and plastered to her skull it actually made a nice cap on her head and wondered why she didn’t wear it that way.

Then he pushed that thought away and got to the business of carefully bathing her. He wished he had something besides his generic shower gel, something with a floral scent that would be more appropriate, but, as he so often said, it is what it is. When he was able to stop kissing her he picked up the shower gel from the built-in shelf, squirted a generous amount into his hand and worked up a good lather. Then he began to rub it lightly over Darcy’s nice round body.

He soaped her shoulders and the graceful line of her arms. Traced his finger across the sweep of her collarbone, pausing to brush his finger over the pulse hammering at the hollow of her throat. Coated the swell of her breasts with the soapy bubbles, taking his time to massage each nipple and tug it lightly until Darcy was making those delicious little sounds again.

He took her mouth again, stroking the inside of it with his tongue as his lather-covered hand moved down over the smooth curve of her tummy to find the silky curls covering her mound. He slipped two between the folds of her pussy, finding the hot button of her clit and fondling it until she was moaning into his mouth. He rubbed the slick flesh slowly, up and down, his other hand holding her head in place while he kissed and kissed and kissed her.

Wriggling his fingers he urged her thighs apart to allow him greater access, to let him slip his fingers inside her clutching inner muscles. Oh, shit, she was hot. He couldn’t remember if a woman had ever felt this good to him.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he back-walked her to the corner of the shower and lifted one leg to rest her foot on the little seat built in there. Squeezing more shower gel into his hands, he soaped her foot, her toes, her slender ankle and the sweep of her calf, all the way up the inside of her thigh until he reached her sex again. Pausing a moment to stroke inside her he then lathered the opposite leg before he turned her around and placed her hands flat against the wall.

Very slowly he kissed his way down her spine, fondling her ass and lightly running his fingers along the hot crevice between those exquisite globes. When he paused his fingers for a moment at the tight ring of sphincter muscle and circled it, the gasp of pleasure it drew from her made his cock begin to swell again and ache with need.

When Jack finished covering every inch of her body with lather he reached between her thighs to stroke her again but she brushed his hand away.

“My turn,” she told him in a soft voice.

Now
he
leaned against the shower wall, eyes closed, while Darcy ran her small hands over every inch of his body. Scraped a fingernail across each nipple, sending shock waves straight to his groin. She took her time, teasing him, as she moved her hands down his chest and stomach to the thick curls surrounding his cock. A stray thought danced through his mind that he was glad for all those hours at the gym. At least he didn’t have to worry about the condition of his body. He hoped Darcy liked what she saw. What she touched.

She’d been dancing her fingers over him so lightly that it stunned him when they closed around his erection, now swollen and stiff. She gripped him with surprising strength, moving her hand up and down his shaft in a steady, pumping rhythm. Heat surged through him and every muscle in his body tightened. She closed her lips over one nipple, her teeth lightly scraping it and his cock jumped in her hand. And when she reached between his thighs to cup his sac he thought he would lose it right then.

“Darcy,” he hissed.

“Mmm,” she murmured, her mouth against his chest.

She caressed and squeezed him and he felt the familiar stab of lightening at the small of his back, the electricity sizzling through his balls. He gripped her shoulder and moved her forcefully away from him.

“Enough,” he said through gritted teeth. “Damn, damn, damn.”

He rinsed them off as if trying to set a new speed record, turned off the shower and quickly dried them both. Then, hair still wet and some droplets still clinging to their bodies, he swept her up in his arms and practically ran to the bed with her, placing her with her ass on the edge of the mattress. His hands shook as he ripped open a foil packet and rolled the latex on to his cock.

Jack paused a moment to take a deep breath, his eyes focused on Darcy’s flushed face and the hungry look in her eyes. He slid his hands down her legs until he reached her ankles then gripped them and held them wide.

Slow, slow, slow, slow.

But the chant didn’t seem to help. He wanted inside her
right then
.

He took in a deep breath, looked down into Darcy’s eyes flashing with desire and drove into her with one hard thrust.

“Ohhhhh.” The long drawn-out sigh whispered from her kiss-swollen mouth.

Jack closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the intense sensation of her hot slick flesh around him. He pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside her before thrusting into her again. Hard. He did it again, and Darcy made the same sigh of pleasure once more. And clenched the muscles of her sweet pussy around him.

Oh shit!

 
He couldn’t hang on to it any longer. Giving himself over to the lust racing through him he set up a rhythm that had him thrusting into her again and again, watching her face for signs that she was close. Almost there. Almost there. Almost—

“Jack!” she cried, her body tightening.

And he let go, his cock pulsing as he pumped his release into the condom, wishing there was no barrier between them. Darcy milked him rhythmically, drawing out the pleasure until the spasms became tremors, the tremors became aftershocks. And the aftershocks subsided.

He barely had enough strength to pull himself from her body and take care of the condom. After moving her to a more comfortable position on the bed he crawled in next to her, pulled her against him so his now satisfied cock nestled in the crevice of her buttocks, then he cupped a breast with his hand, and tumbled into sleep.

Chapter Five

Jack sat at the breakfast table across from Darcy, legs stretched out before him. He wished he could enjoy the feel of the sunshine pouring in the window and bathing the two of them. His gazed wandered to Mr Big, dozing on the cushion on the window seat. A stranger looking in on the scene, he mused, might have thought what a nice couple they made. How great they looked together.

The stranger would have been very far off the beaten path.

“What are we going to do about this?” Jack said at last, swallowing the last of his coffee.