Jock Reign (Jock Hard 5)

Now that she’s admitted what her weaknesses are, I take advantage: sucking harder, licking more, hand gently cupping and squeezing softly.

I lick between her breasts, lavishing them with attention. I’ve always been a breast man, preferring them over long legs and arses as many chaps do.

Eliza’s are perfect. At least in my eyes anyway, round but not huge. Perky.

“These are gorgeous.”

She moans as a reply. “I can’t stand it anymore.”

Hmm. That’s music to my ears. “Meaning?”

I press forward, dragging the tip along her slit in a lazy fashion…

Say it, Eliza.

Say it.

“Please, Jack.”

Jack.

My name, in that way, in that tone.

“Please, Jack…?”

Such a cliché way to ask for sex.

I lean forward, hovering once more. Lean so my lips are near her ear. “You want my cock inside you, Liza?”

She nods.

“Didn’t hear you.”

She nods again. “Yes.”

Barely a whisper.

“Yes what?”

“Oh my god, are you actually doing this right now?”

I am. I really, really am. “Come on—say cock.”

“Yes I want your cock inside me.”

Thank fucking god.

I push home before either of us utters another word, her pussy wet and pliant and ready for me. I thank God again that I fit, inching forward at a measured pace so I don’t hurt her, so she can adjust.

I don’t know how much sex she’s had.

Didn’t ask if she’s a virgin.

I push deeper.

Nope—not a virgin.

A deep exhale leaves my body, one of relief and euphoria.

“Bloody hell you feel good.”

“God, I know.” Her hands begin a steady trail up and down my spine as I pump in and out of her, my hips gyrating as we find a rhythm together.

It’s slow going but steady, and I can’t help but kiss her on the mouth again, feeling somewhat…emotional?

Is that weird?

Why would I get emotional while having sex with someone for the first time? It doesn’t make sense. It’s not like I’m in love with her. It’s too soon for that, right?

Way too soon.

Still, tenderness or some shite overwhelms me when I look down at her sweet face, her lips parted. Hands gripping my backside, down to my derrière.

We fuck until we’re both sweating, my thrusts getting faster and faster, the headboard bumping into my bedroom wall every now and again, thrusting to the steady crescendo of lightning and thunder outside.

Booming.

Banging.

Booming.

Banging.

The perfect night for a fast shagging.

We change positions a few times, Eliza on her stomach with her arse in the air and me entering her from behind.

Me on my back with Eliza on top.

Some odd position I can’t describe that we accidentally stumbled into.

Missionary.

Her on top again.

More headboard banging.

Finally, she makes the telltale sounds of a woman who is about to climax, the breathy moans and gasps turning into panting.

Whining.

“Oh god, Jack, don’t stop don’t stop.”

Couldn’t if my life depended on it, though I can’t believe I’ve even lasted this long without coming. We’ve been fucking forever.

My balls tighten.

Tingle.

I swear on all that is holy they’re vibrating, the nerves in my body making me practically convulse—I want to come so bad now that she’s talking and urging me on.

“God I’m so close.”

Yes baby, pray to God. Tell him how you really feel.

“You feel so fucking good, Eliza.” I moan into her hair, bits of it getting stuck to my lips.

I spit it out when I lean back, thrusting into her while on my haunches, pulling her in close.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” she chants. “Oh yes. Oh fuck…”

“Come, Eliza.”

She moans. “Don’t talk.”

I clamp my mouth shut, in no position to argue if she wants me to keep my fucking lips zipped. Clearly she needs to remain focused or she’s going to lose sight of the end goal: an orgasm.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.”

I pump my hips.

“Don’t move, just keep doing that.”

So bossy.

So demanding.

I love it.

Harder. Faster. More.

I keep doing what I’m doing, unaware of what that is, moving on autopilot, focused on the weather outside so I don’t prematurely come inside her before she’s gone and orgasmed.

Not a selfish cur, am I?

Nope.

Thoughtful like my mum taught me.

Ladies first.

I know she’s coming by the look on her face—total sex face—mouth gaping, brows furrowed, teeth gnashing on her bottom lip, some sweat. Looks like she’s constipated if I’m being honest, and can’t say my expression is any better.

She comes.

I come.

Her hands are still on my arse, gripping. “Don’t move yet, okay? Let’s just lie here like this.”

I lower myself and her arms move, going around my body like an embrace, stroking my perspiring spine, nails lightly brushing my skin.

It’s nice—I’ve no desire to flee or climb off or roll over to sleep, to climb out of bed and clean off.

No.

We stay like this for a while, my shrinking dick still inside her, holding each other.

I kiss the side of her face, the skin next to her eye, and she closes them with a hum. “Mmm. That was nice.”

“It was. You should probably sleep in here so we can do it again later. Might have to piss in the middle of the night and, you know…fancy a fuck.”