Page 26 of The Do Over
When his lips met hers again, she poured everything into the kiss. It was sloppy, their tongues licked and explored, and he swallowed the moans that almost escaped her lips before giving her something else to pant for.
Jack's hands settled on her hips, and he tilted his hips forward, pushing his erection closer—giving her a taste of what was coming. Since she was wearing only panties under the shirt, he yanked the shirt up and over her head before his fingers came back to touchher.
But he rubbed her through the fabric—cotton since she didn't plan on sleeping with anyone the night before—and she grew frustrated with the barrier, grabbing his hand to put it in. Jack snatched it from her grip, leaning forward so his mouth was next to her ear.
"Should I touch you?" He asked in a voice that made her toes curl.
Sophie nodded.
"You have to use your words, sweetheart. If you want me to touch you, if you want my fingers buried inside you, going deep and fucking you in the way I knowyoulike it, then you have to use your words."
Oh. Did he want to play it that way? A teasing smile made the corner of her lips curl. Sophie raised her hands and cupped her breasts before rubbing them against his chest. Jack's eyes closed briefly as he swore.
"You're one—"
"I'm like a drug, right?” she reminded him. "You want me. We might have to find out just how much you do," she said, with the plan of getting off his lap and going down.
But Jack yanked her down the second she tried to, thrusting upward so hard she gasped.
"You're not going to do that to me, love. If you do, I might have to bend you over by the wall and fuck you there. My control is slipping terribly."
"And why might that be?" Sophie asked, but her eyes rolled back when he did what she wanted, two fingers going into her panties and sliding over her folds.
"Because you tortured me yesterday. You had that dress on, and I couldn't even touch you," Jack said.
He brushed his lips over hers before kissing her thoroughly, on and on, until she was breathless. Her mouth fell open when his fingers slipped in, but she wasn't ready for how hard he fucked her, even as he rubbed his length between her legs. If mercy was ever in the living room with them, it must have left a long time ago.
She was panting and breathless and so close…so close until he pulled back.
"What? What?"
"Because I want to fuck you," Jack said. "I want that when you quiver; it's because I'm filling you with something better. You deserve something better."
"What is the better thing?" She asked him.
Sophie found out minutes later when she was halfway down, and he suddenly thrust upwards, doing as he had promised—filling her until she had no words. Nothing except a single gasp that slid past her lips. Her eyes closed, and she took a second to adjust.
"Look at me, love," Jack said, kissing her lips.
She did, cracking her eyes open at the exact moment he grabbed her hips, drew back, tilted his hips up, and slammed into her again.
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
"That's it," Jack said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Does it feel good?" He slowly rocked her, bringing her up and down, bouncing on his dick. "Does that feel good,"
Sophie could only nod.
He fucked her until she was a quivering, panting mess, and when she thought that she couldn't take any more, Jack was up, carrying her in that same position to his room. She lay on the bed, legs hanging off, and he knelt between them.
"Every part of you tastes like something a man will never get enough of," he said, placing kisses on her inner thighs, teasing her with his tongue as he came close to hermiddleand took another detour to her thighs.
It was torture, needing him and not being able to get him there. But she was rewarded when he did because heate.His mouth brought Sophie close to the brink, his tongue pushed her past her limit, and he knew when to pull back before she could sink into the feeling and let go before she could let the shudder wreak havoc through her body.
When she couldn't take it anymore, he quickly wore protection and slipped into her again—hands on her hips. She was off the bed when he brought her close again, pumping fast and hard in all the ways she begged him to. She came— a steep drop in her stomach from a roller coaster, with the tension that had coiled and coiled, exploding and shooting up the back of her legs and everywhere else.
Sophie rode the euphoria edge for full seconds, clenching around him and digging her nails into his arms.
He collapsed on her seconds after, dazed and breathing heavily as their chests rose and fell rapidly. Then Jack rolled her off and went into the bathroom without a word.
