Flirting with Disaster (Jackson: Girls' Night Out 2)

No. She needed this. She opened her eyes to find his face stark and drawn, his gaze on her face. “Please fuck me,” she moaned. “Hard. Deep.”

He cursed, his head dropping for a moment, his forehead brushing her cheek. “Yes,” he finally answered, raising his head to meet her gaze. He lifted a hand and laid it over her mouth, moving slowly, studying her the whole time. Isabelle felt her own eyes go a little wide as his palm settled over her lips. He waited a moment, holding his breath. And then he thrust hard.

Isabelle cried out against his hand. It pressed more firmly to her mouth as his cock sank as deep as it could. Electricity shot through her, sparkling through her body as she felt the weight of him everywhere. Between her legs, against her hips, deep in her pussy, along her belly and then all the way up to her mouth where he held her down.

He found a rhythm and fucked her with deep, sure strokes, and it was perfect. Perfect and raw and tight, and Isabelle wanted to come like this. With his cock inside her and his hand catching her cries.

She dragged a cruel hand down his back, scratching her fingernails hard against him. Tom arched up, his hips slapping into her, and Isabelle worked her hand down along her belly.

When he realized what she needed, Tom eased up onto his knees, wedging them on either side of her hips and resting his weight on his left hand to give her space. His right hand stayed tight on her mouth, though, and it was a good thing, because when she touched her clit, she couldn’t hold back a desperate, hoarse cry.

She groaned into his hand as her nerves went wild with the bright pleasure of her tight clit and the duller, deeper pressure of his cock as it stretched her open with every thrust. She felt invaded by him, over and over. Owned by his cock and filled so tight she felt she might burst.

He fucked her faster, and her muffled cries became rhythmic as everything inside her coiled up into one hot pulse. Her thighs shook. His hand pressed harder to her mouth and she exploded, rocking up into his thrusts and screaming against his hard grip. She spasmed around his cock, her body trying to bring him with her, wanting his come, needing it. She was still shaking when he finally went stiff above her, swallowing a low moan of pleasure as he pulsed inside her.

He stayed still for a long time, breathing hard, head bent and eyes shut. Finally, he lifted his hand from her face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Isabelle blinked dazedly. She licked her lips. “For what?”

He opened his eyes, his pupils wide and black as he stroked his thumb over her jaw. “I didn’t want to be rough like that. I just...”

She smiled and let her eyes fall shut. “It was everything I wanted.”

He sighed with what sounded like relief then eased from her body and bed. He returned a minute later and lay down beside her, one arm slung over his eyes. “Jesus,” he said.

“Yeah,” she agreed. Her hips protested as she straightened her legs and stretched before curling into his side with a little purr of satisfaction. Her muscles felt liq

uid and warm, and she must have dozed for a few minutes. She opened her heavy eyes to find him staring at the ceiling, not looking the least bit sleepy.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she whispered. “You can go.”

He jerked up a little in surprise. “What?”

“You can go. You don’t have to worry about how to slip away without pissing me off.”

His brow drew into that deep frown she’d become familiar with. “It’s not that I want to go,” he protested.

“But you need to, don’t you?”

“Shit.” He dropped his head back to the pillow. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay, Tom. This isn’t love. It wasn’t even a date.”

His frown didn’t budge. “Okay.”

Isabelle sat up and looked at him. Despite the frown, his eyes immediately went to her breasts. Men were so easy about some things. “Why do you look unhappy?” she asked. “I don’t think I could frown right now if I wanted to. Were you faking it? Be honest.”

That finally nudged his frown away. His mouth actually tipped up at the edges. “If I’d come any harder, we would’ve been heading to the pharmacy for a backup plan.”

Isabelle collapsed back onto the bed, laughing too hard to keep her exhausted body upright. “Don’t worry. I’ve got an IUD. So you just always look miserable after sex? Please tell me you’re not one of those guys who needs the girl to be in love or it’s dirty. Because then I’ll have to remind you that you thoroughly enjoyed it all.”

“That’s definitely not it. And I hope you haven’t met any guys like that.”

“We’ve all met guys like that.”

Isabelle felt his hand touch hers, and he weaved their fingers loosely together. She hadn’t realized she’d managed to accumulate tension in the past minute, but it slipped away when he touched her. “My first boyfriend,” she said, surprising herself. “My first everything, actually.”

He turned toward her. She felt the mattress dip and felt his chest against her arm, but she kept her eyes closed.