Jack's Surrender (Holiday Cove 5)

The button on his Carhartts released easily. They were old pants and well worn. I slid the zipper down and reached inside his boxer briefs. My hand moved down, stroking his cock and he growled low into the kiss. He pulled away panting and then we transformed into a tornado. Clothes went flying in a flurry of hot kisses and muttered curses until we were both naked on the living room couch. I sat on top of him, his hands on my hips, as I lowered myself onto his thick cock. We both moaned when he was fully inside of me.

Jack leaned up and took one of my nipples between his lips while I started to rock back and forth. God, he felt amazing. “Damn, Holly. You look so fucking sexy right now,” he said.. He stroked his fingertips across my breasts and then down my stomach. I gasped and rocked faster against him. He moaned and dropped his head back against the couch, watching me through heavily-lidded eyes as I ground my pussy on his cock.

“You do too, lover,” I gasped, moving my hands to his chest that could have doubled as a cement slab. He’d obviously found time to hit the gym even with his hectic work schedule. Jack had a runner’s body but he hit the weights a few times a week to keep from getting too lean. His legs were strong and corded with muscles. I ran my hands over them and then back up his sides, over his flat, segmented stomach, and then back up to his chest. I couldn’t have picked my favorite feature if I tried. I loved all of it. All of him.

Jack’s cock thickened inside of me and our eyes flashed together. His hands went to my hips and slowed the pace. Neither of us wanted it to be over. “Hang on,” he said. In one sweeping movement, his hands cupped my ass and he stood from the couch. I expected him to flip us over but instead, he headed for the stairs—still deep inside of me.

I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Tired of the couch?”

“I need more space for this,” he replied with a wicked grin.

“Mmmm…” A shiver of pleasure snaked up my back.

We crashed into the bedroom and Jack laid me on our bed. He moved down the bed and I drank in the sight of the bunched muscles in his back. With another devilish smile, he parted my thighs and I gasped as he plunged his finger inside me. Jack knew all my spots. Especially that one. He moved his fingers with expert precision. He knew exactly what would make me moan, beg, plead, and probably cry.

When his hot mouth went to my pussy, I fisted my hands into the sheets and arched back. I whimpered his name as he sucked and teased and stroked the bundle of nerves. The pressure quickly built to delirious heights, and I was bucking like a wild horse against his face as he sucked and finger-fucked me into another dimension.

When he finally let me come, I released with a scream and clawed my nails into his back. Jack didn’t stop fingering me until I’d completely crashed over the edge and then melted to the bed. He chuckled softly as he looked up at me, his face still between my thighs. He pressed a final kiss to my deliciously swollen lips. “Now, as much as I love seeing that beautiful face, roll over.”

“Jack…” I started to protest but he ran a finger over my tender pussy and smiled up at me.

“Trust me, baby.”

I rolled to my stomach and gasped when he lifted my hips and pressed his hard shaft in between my ass cheeks. He teased my asshole with the tip of his cock and I clenched in anticipation. Was he going to do what I thought he was…? He didn’t make me wait long for an answer. After he grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer, he slicked up his cock and slid the tip inside. Holy hell, mother fucker! Stars burst behind my eyes and the mix of new sensations overwhelmed me. He moved slowly. Carefully. And I was about to come again from the painful pleasure consuming my ass.

“God, Jack. Yes! Fuck it! Fuck my ass!”

He grabbed my hips and pushed in all the way. Lord have mercy on my sinner’s soul. His cock taking me that way was fucking exquisite. I could tell he was enjoying it as well because after a few thrusts, his cock was bigger than I’d ever felt.

I released a low, primal groan that sounded like it came from some other place. Hell, some other kind of creature. It was animalistic. Foreign. And hot as fuck.

“You good, baby?” Jack asked through a groan of his own as he pushed inside me.