“You aren’t?”
“How much time do we have?” Jack asked, already walking down a side path.
Lexi had walked on it a few times, and she knew it was far enough off the beaten path that they likely wouldn’t be disturbed. Her heart raced ahead of her with the anticipation of what was to come.
“Not enough,” she whispered.
But she didn’t care. Chyna would forgive her, right?
“Oh well.” Jack glanced around and shrugged.
It was already pretty dark back here. It wasn’t likely anyone would stumble across them.
“This will have to do,” he said.
His hands tangled into her hair, pulling her mouth up to his, as he pressed her back against the base of a large tree. Their kisses were heated and intensified with only the few short minutes of buildup. It was always like this every time—more heated, more passionate, more feverish. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They couldn’t stop, and it was beautiful that they didn’t have to.
Lexi dug her fingers into the fabric of his dark sweater before moving her cold hands underneath the material to run along his bare stomach. He jumped at the temperature difference, but he didn’t stop kissing her. He grabbed one of her legs covered by a thin layer of black tights and brought it up around his waist as he let his other hand find the hem of her skirt. She teasingly ran her hand softly along the waistline of his pants.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
His hand slid up the bottom of her skirt, and her back arched to feel him touch her. He chuckled at her need as he ran his hand slowly up her inner thigh. Her body was pulsing, and she was ready to just rip off her tights and let him take her. She needed to feel him, to feel the rush of their bodies connecting.
Jack’s thumb found her clit through the material, and he circled around it until she thought she might combust. A moan escaped her lips, and she latched on to his belt buckle, willing him closer. The moan must have been too loud because Jack covered her mouth again with his lips, and he pressed his rapidly growing erection against her. She whimpered through the kisses as their bodies moved together, desperate to take him. Her hand fumbled to undo his belt buckle. She finally yanked it apart, unbuttoned his pants, and slid the zipper to the bottom. Her hand found his thickness through his jeans, and she ran down the length.
“Jack, take me,” she growled into his ear.
He didn’t need anymore urging as he grasped the waistline of her tights and shoved them down her legs forcefully. She hoped she didn’t have runs in them, but at this point, she could care less. Jack released himself from the confines of his boxers, and shoved her back harder against the tree. He body was pulsing with the heat radiating between and the forcefulness.
This was her Jack.
He lifted her up off the ground easily, until his dick pressed against her opening, and then he slid her down onto him. Her pu**y took all of him in and tightened around the welcome intrusion.
“This is just how I like you,” he said, taking one of her hands, forcing it over her head, and then doing the same with the other.
She smirked at him from her position with him inside of her, and her completely exposed to him. “I’ll try to hold in my screams,” she said defiantly.
“Don’t. The world could use a lesson.”
She laughed until he moved out of her slowly. It was the only movement he took slow after that. He thrust up inside of her forcefully over and over again. The risk of getting caught only intensified the excitement and desperation in their movements. And he took her unrestrainedly; in a way that left no doubt in her mind that there would never be anything like this, no one else like Jack.
He could take her slow or fast or rough or f**king brutally, and she liked it. She wanted more. And she couldn’t imagine a time that she wouldn’t ever want more.
As Jack pumped inside of her, Lexi’s back scratched against the tree, and she felt her world tilting—the way it always did with Jack. Her breathing quickened, and she felt the first wave of orgasm take over her body. She clenched all around him, and he hit climax with her. As they both rode out the pleasure coursing through their bodies, Jack rested his forehead down on her.
“Mine,” he whispered.
“Forever.”
They separated and were in the middle of pulling themselves together when they heard someone clear his throat behind them.
Lexi dropped her hands immediately, and Jack jumped away. They both turned, faced the source of the interruption, and saw a young male cop standing nearby.
“Sorry, officer,” Jack said with a nod.
“I’d move along,” the guy said. He looked more like he was trying to hide his amusement than admonishing them.
Jack placed his hand on the small of Lexi’s back and walked with her off of the trail. “Sorry about that,” Jack said.
“About what?” Lexi asked. “The orgasm?”
Jack laughed. “No. I’m never sorry for those. Sorry about the cop.”
“Pervert.”
Jack cracked up again. “How much time do we have?”
Lexi checked her watch. “Shit! We’re cutting it really close. We have to meet Chyna at her place, and then we have dinner reservations almost right after.”
They walked out to the street, and Jack hailed a cab. He opened the back door and let her slide in first. “Hey, Lex,” he murmured.
“Yeah?”
“I have something I have to get before dinner. Can I meet you there?”
Lexi narrowed her eyes. After that encounter in the park and all this talk about eating her for dessert first, Lexi had no idea why he wouldn’t want to go with her. It made her suspicious, and it was a feeling she really didn’t like. Years of suspicions made her stomach jolt at the thought.
Jack could pretty much see it on her face, and he bent forward and kissed her. “You’ll like it.”
“Where are you going?” she asked anyway. Her stomach fluttered anxiously.
“It’s a surprise—for you. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“The last time you left in New York—”
Jack shushed her with another kiss. “I’m not leaving you.”
“I didn’t think you were.”
“It’s a good surprise, but it is a surprise. Please let me do this,” he whispered.
Lexi nodded slowly. She trusted him. He looked so earnest in his request, not an ounce of deception on his face. She wondered if he had planned this the whole time or if it was all just spur of the moment.