Chapter Twenty-Two
T rish’s brain short-circuited. Jack stood in her flat at one in the morning, snow melting in his hair. And here she was, wearing his band shirt she’d snatched, covered in Ben it was a skill she’d never had to develop. Hadn’t been a requirement. But with Jack, it felt possible. Like the door she’d always assumed was locked might actually give if she pushed.
‘I want to…be the one who makes you feel good.’
The need sparked under her skin as if she were wired straight to the anticipation. The thought of watching him unravel, knowing she’d caused it, set a deep tremor low in her back, unfurling like a drop of ice melting against warm skin.
She craved to see the change in his eyes, to know it was her touch that made his breath catch. ‘I…need to hear that I’m doing it just the way you like.’
‘I see.’ His lips parted hers in a tender kiss, drawing her lower lip between his. ‘You know what you could do for me right now, what I would really like?’
It was like he’d reached into her soul and pulled out her deepest desires, laying them bare. Her throat flexed, the sensation thick and hot.
‘You could ride me. Make my cock stop aching. What do you say?’ His fingers trailed the dip of her hip, the shape of her ass. She shivered under his touch.
‘God, y-yes.’
When his hand touched her sex, she let out a moan.
‘Jesus. So wet,’ he groaned and slid his digits through her folds. ‘So fucking beautiful.’
He plunged two fingers inside her.
‘OH.’
‘God, you feel so tight, so hot…’
His fingers moved faster, and words were like gasoline on the fire burning inside her. Trish let out a low, keening sound.
Jack reached for his wallet, fished out a condom, and tore the packet open. His eyes never left hers as he rolled the latex down. The sight of him, hard and ready, sent a fresh wave of fire coursing through her. She saw the pulse in his neck, the tension in his jaw as he touched himself. It was erotic, intimate, and she couldn’t look away.
‘Come, baby. Fuck me.’ A shadow of a grin tickled his lips. ‘You do want to come on my cock, don’t you? Because that would make me feel like a king.’
A tight, warm flicker danced low in her belly. ‘Yes.’ She pressed her palms against his pecs. ‘I want to.’
‘Then do it. Make me happy.’
She reached down, wrapping her fingers around his steely girth, and guided him to where they both needed him to be. Her face scrunched up as she began to lower herself. It was a delicious burn, a stretch that bordered on pain laced with pleasure.
His eyes glazed over. ‘Fuck, Trish. You’re so beautiful when you struggle for me.’ He lifted his hips ever so slightly, pushing an inch more into her. ‘Now come on. Show me how much you deserve this.’
She bit her lip, her body tensing as she pushed down, taking more of him. She wanted this, wanted him. All of him. She took a deep breath. Inch by inch, the burn gave way to a deep, satisfying fullness.
‘That’s it. You’re doing so well, baby.’
She let out a little cry as she finally took all of him, her body trembling with the effort.
‘I am so, so proud of you.’ His hand held her hips firmly. ‘That tight little cunt is so good, so brave.’
His mouth found her nipple, drawing out a low moan from deep within her. Her head lolled back, and he kissed her collarbone, tracing a path down to her breasts. His resting cock pulsed inside her, anchoring.
‘Ride me, Trish,’ he growled. ‘Fuck me as hard or slow as you need.’
She began to move, her hips lifting and falling. It was slow at first, her body adjusting to the feel of him, the sensation of him filling her over and over. Then she found her rhythm.
‘God…only you feel so good…’ His voice was rough, his breath hot against her skin. ‘Yes, keep taking it… Keep going…’
She picked up the pace, her hips rocking, grinding, chasing the pleasure that was building inside her. She took her time, and she felt him, the way he hit that spot deep inside her that no one had ever…
Jack’s head rolled back, and he let out a deep groan. ‘You know exactly…how to fuck me.’
Her hands gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into the muscle. She pounded down on him with a ferocity that both stunned and turned her on.
Again. Again. Again.
Trish was floating, her body just a collection of sensations. Her breaths turned shallow, each one tangling with the next, as if her body couldn’t keep up as she pushed herself higher, harder.
‘Oh, holy fuck…Jack,’ she gasped, her thighs shaking. ‘I-I’m really…close.’
‘I know, baby.’ His hands gripped her ass, helping her move. ‘I can feel it. Shit. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. Now ride me harder. Slam down on my cock like it’s the only thing you need.’
She was losing control, her mind blanking out everything but him inside her. Her body tensed, her climax right there, within reach. She was on the edge, her breath punching out in uneven bursts.
‘And now be a good girl and come all over me.’
His hand slipped between them, the heel finding her clit. It was a light push, a small circle, but it was enough to send her spiralling.
‘AH! Jack! N-now… Oh my GOD!’
When it finally happened, her orgasm wasn’t a gentle wave or a slow burn, it was a fucking explosion, detonating in the pit of her stomach, sending shockwaves of pleasure outwards. All-consuming and unstoppable. She threw her head back, a long, trembling moan tearing from her throat. She was coming, coming, coming so hard she thought she might black out. Her hips ground against his as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
The room seemed to spin, the walls blurring together as her mind was overtaken by pleasure. Tiny stars erupted behind her eyes, illuminating the dark corners of her mind. It was like the universe itself had decided to devour her whole.
Jack met her thrust for thrust, his hips lifting off the couch to drive deeper into her. ‘Fuck, Trish…’ His body tensed beneath her. ‘God. God. Jesus FUCK.’
She felt him come, his heat pulsing inside her. He buried himself against her neck, his lips hot on her skin as he groaned her name one last time. She collapsed against him, her forehead resting on his shoulder.
Her body was boneless, her mind blissfully empty.
The intensity of her orgasm, the closeness she felt with Jack in that moment, nearly overwhelmed her. Her body was shaking. And she was crying with relief and release.
She was home. She was loved. She was his.
Jack’s strong arms came around her, holding her close, his lips pressing soft kisses to her chin, cheeks, nose. She clung to him as if afraid he might disappear if she let go.
‘You okay, Shutterbug?’ Jack asked, his voice soft with concern. He pushed a strand off her forehead. ‘Was that too much?’
‘No,’ she whispered, her voice hoarse. ‘That was…amazing. How…did that even happen?’
‘I have no idea.’ He stroked his hands up and down her back. ‘That was all you.’
‘It was… It was intense. Like there was an explosion of something inside of me.’
‘That’s generally called an orgasm.’
‘I know, dummy.’ She swatted his chest lightly. ‘But it was more than that. It was like…like everything just clicked into place.’
‘I’m honoured. Truly.’ Jack wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb, his eyes full of love. ‘You coming on me is the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed. Might want to do that again.’
She sighed, basking in this proximity to him, the weight of his strength holding her steady. With Jack’s arms around her and his heart beating beneath her ear, Trish knew that she had found her place.
She laughed, a watery sound. ‘Guess I’ve got a thing for when you talk like that,’ she admitted.
Jack laughed, and the vibration of his chest seeped into hers. ‘I could tell,’ he said, a hint of smugness in his smile. ‘We’ll explore that together.’
And she was ready to.
‘But…’ He trailed off, his brows knitted together.
‘But what? I thought we said, “no more buts”, Jack.’ For a second, doubt wanted to creep back in, but she kicked the door shut.
‘I know, but… Well…poor Mrs Chen.’
Trish laughed so hard that her chest rattled against Jack’s. ‘We might’ve scarred her for life.’
Jack grinned. ‘Think it’s safe to say she’ll have some stories for her knitting circle.’
‘Oh God.’ Trish buried her face in his shoulder, her giggles muffled by his skin.
They stayed like that for a while, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
It was messy, it was sweaty, it was real. Complicated. And galaxies away from perfect.
Thank fuck.