Page 14 of Something Real with the Sea Monster (Kraken Cove #3)

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Tegan

“You look nice. Are you going out?” Mia lifts her head from the book she’s reading on the sofa as I try unsuccessfully to sneak past her in heels.

In hindsight, that was a stupid choice. I’m only going up the road to the Inlet Views and there are maybe a handful of places around here that justify a nice pair of heels anyway, only I wanted to look good.

I wanted to look amazing tonight. Because I’m absolutely determined to blow Jack’s mind.

“Ah yeah.”

Mia sits up and tosses aside the book. “Tegan, do you have a date?”

I shift uncomfortably. “Um, not so much a date as a… thing?”

Mia’s eyes narrow. “A thing?”

“Uh, yeah. Gotta go. Don’t wait up!”

“Oh my goodness! Details please!”

“Sorry. Running late,” I lie, rushing toward the door. I’ll have to come up with a cover story for when I get home. I can’t think about that right now, though. I’m too excited.

Luckily I’m used to walking in heels. The trip down the hill to Inlet Views isn’t far, and soon I’m pulling out my phone to message Jack.

Tegan: I’m here

Half a millisecond later the door flies open, and Jack is standing in front of me with his jaw practically on the floor. “Oh fuck. You dressed up.”

I reach up to fluff my hair, pleased that he noticed.

I want to make this night amazing for him since he waited so long.

And there’s a big—very vain—part of me preening that I’ll be the one he remembers for the rest of his life.

Whatever I said about it being casual and having no strings attached, I still like that thought.

I love the idea that every future encounter he has will be flavored with what we do tonight. With me. It’s a pretty big ego boost.

An ego boost I could really use right now to stop me caving and answering Mark’s call.

I need to stay strong. I need to stay on this path. I just need a little something to take the edge off, and if that something comes along with a big helping of good karma, then so much the better.

“Hi.” I lean forward, offering my cheek, and he leans in to kiss me. As he does, the fresh salty sea and masculine scent of him fills my senses for a moment, and I have to admit I’m a little tingly when he pulls away.

There might be two of us thinking about this night for a while to come. But it’s not like he’ll be any good. At least I know he’ll listen. That’s something I like about Jack.

And that will put him miles ahead of at least half the guys I’ve ever fucked.

“Come in.” He moves aside, holding the door open for me, and I walk past, conscious of his gaze on my figure.

I walk in front of him up the stairs, anticipating the moment he touches me, then I stop as soon as I walk into the living room.

Little tealight candles cover every surface, their flickering light reflected in the dark glass of the windows.

Soft music is playing, and there’s a tray with tall champagne flutes and a cooler with a bottle inside.

When I look closer, I see it’s sparkling water. “Water! Because I’m detoxing?”

“I have wine, if you prefer—”

“No.” I step closer, placing my hand on his arm and stopping him. “It’s perfect. This is perfect. How sweet of you to do all this.”

“It’s the least I could do. Tegan, are you sure?” The earnest look on his face just about eats me up inside. And a little nagging voice in my head questions if this is the right thing to do after all. He seems really invested. Or perhaps he’s just nervous.

Ignoring that voice, I trail my fingers up so I can put my arms around his neck. Then I tilt my face toward him. “I’m sure. Now are you going to kiss me properly?”

There’s a pause full of breathless anticipation as his gaze drops to my lips.

Nevermind him, this is really affecting me.

His thick lashes flutter against his cheeks for a moment and then suddenly his lips are on mine, hot and commanding and so much more skillful than I imagined.

I open mine as he teases them apart with his.

He slicks the tip of his tongue against mine, and I moan.

His lips play against my own, caressing and nibbling, and pretty soon I’m glad I put my arms around him because I need that hold to bring myself closer still.

Pressed up against him, aching in every place we aren’t connected.

He seems to feel it too. Jack’s hands slide into my hair, shooting off little ricochets of pleasure all through my body and stealing the last of my hesitation.

I’m in this now. There’s no turning back.

This man is exactly what I need tonight.

His hands and mouth on me, his focus on me.

He’s really, really focused too. That’s an ego boost in itself.

When he finally pulls back for us to both catch our breath, I blink. “I was not expecting you to be so good at that. Are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

“I never said I haven’t kissed anyone before. It’s been a while, but I think it’s like riding a bike. Once you’ve done it once, you never forget. It’s everything else I’m less sure about.”

I take his hand and pull him to the couch, and he follows willingly. “Well, if you’re as good at that as you are at kissing, this lesson might be the shortest in history. You’ll graduate with flying colors.”

He sits, and I climb into his lap.

He laughs ruefully. “God I think I forgot how good kissing is. Or maybe I just never kissed you before.”

His mouth lifts, and I instinctively lean in to take more of what he’s offering. He’s right. This is good. So good I’m in no rush to move on to other activities.

In fact, I could stay here like this, drowning in his lips and breath. His taste. The way he pulls my hair aside so he can run soft kisses along my neck and jaw.

Oh that’s so unfair. He’s found my weakness straight away.

I tip my head further to give him access, groaning when he hits a sweet spot right below my ear and shivers travel through my body. “Mmm, did I mention you’re good at that? Really good.”

So good I’m close to losing focus, but I came here for a reason, and it’s not to just let Jack kiss me into oblivion.

What was it again?

He kisses that spot once more and makes my toes curl in my heels. I gasp. “Touch me.”

When he just keeps kissing me, I lose my patience. “God, would you please touch me already?” My pussy is throbbing. I lift up on my knees, grab his hand, and drag it between my legs. My short dress is bunched up around my hips, and all that’s left between us are his jeans and my tiny g-string.

The moment his knuckles graze the wet fabric of my panties we both suck in a breath. Jack’s eyes widen, and I’m so close I see his pupils blow out. “You’re soaked.”

“Yeah. You could say that.” Rolling my hips, I drag my pussy over his hand, hoping I don’t have to spend too long explaining. I need this now.

“Oh fuck.” Taking my lead, he rubs me over my underwear and my knees buckle.

“There!”

The pressure is good, but I need so much more. It’s the ultimate tease having his hand on my pussy but not really touching me. “Like this?”

A little growl of frustration rips from me. “I need to be naked. You need to be naked!”

He laughs. “Already?”

“Yes already!” I crawl off his lap, drag my dress over my head and drop it to the floor where it belongs. Then I make short work of my bra and panties. When I straighten again, I’m standing naked in front of Jack wearing only the strappy black heels I came in.

He’s frozen in the act of unbuttoning his shirt. His mouth is literally hanging open and his eyes look a little glazed over. “Oh god, you…” He drags a hand over his face. “You’re gorgeous.”

That look and the whispered way he breathes the words has my pussy throbbing all over again.

Too impatient to wait, I climb back into his lap and tear at the buttons on his shirt, thrusting my hands beneath the fabric to feel the firm ridges of his muscled abs.

He groans into my mouth as our lips clash together.

It’s rough. It’s desperate. It’s everything I wasn’t aiming for, but I can’t help it.

The sizzle between us has taken over control, and the pressure inside me feels like I’m going to explode. It needs an outlet. Now.

I pull back just enough to gasp, “Please say I can touch you.”

Jack’s hand is already on my neck dragging my mouth back to his. “You can do anything you want to me, Tegan. You don’t have to ask.”

I don’t have time to argue that consent applies to men too. We can do that later.

Reaching between us, I cup the bulge I find between his legs and squeeze. Jack curses and bucks beneath me. So I do it again.

“Fucking hell, Tegan. Do you want me to come in my pants?”

I laugh because I feel the same. “No. I want you to come in my pussy. Do you have condoms?”

“In my pocket.” For a moment we struggle to wrestle the packets from his back pocket and open his jeans so we can free his cock.

In the end, Jack lifts us both to retrieve the condoms while I fumble his fly open.

When his thick cock is in my hand, we both let out a sigh.

He’s hot and heavy. It’s big and uncut, with enough moisture already beading at the tip to make it slick.

I wrap my hand around him and gently roll the condom down his shaft.

His eyelids flutter closed. “Fuck.”

Between my legs I’m just as slick and ready. The throb in my cunt has become a steady heartbeat, insistently reminding me of how much I need this.

Impulsively, I lift on my knees until I can bring the head of his cock to my entrance.

His eyes widen. “Tegan, what are you—?”

I search his face. “Unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to fuck you now. OK?”

“I thought you’d need more build up, but if you’re ready, I’m dying to feel you.”

With a sigh, I slide all the way down in one swift motion.

The stretch of his thickness inside me makes me moan, and I have to fight to keep from clenching around his shaft.

I don’t know how sensitive he’ll be, and I don’t want this to be over before it begins.

“Oh I’m ready. Mmm you want to know how good you feel? ”

Tentatively, Jack brings his hands to my hips, and I experiment with a small rocking motion. “Oh god. Tell me. I’m imagining but tell me.”

I suck in a breath as I roll my hips again, sending a wave of pleasure through my core. “So good. So fucking good. I’m going to move now. You good?”

He nods. “Whatever you need. You take it.”

After that I don’t hold back. Planting my hands behind me on his thighs, I slide up and down on his cock. A roll of my hips adjusts the angle until he hits the perfect spot. My pussy squeezes, and I start to shake.

Jack is staring at the place we’re joined, watching as I drop down over him to swallow his cock on every rise and fall. His hands tighten on my hips. “Tegan, fuck. You look so fucking good on my cock. Keep going.”

No way I’m stopping now. “Touch me. Pinch my nipples.”

He lifts his hands and cups my breasts tentatively.

“Harder.” My breath is coming in short sharp little puffs as I ride him.

He squeezes me, but I hardly feel it.

“Harder!”

This time he takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulls them as I bounce on his cock. The sensation tweaks a chord of pleasure from my tits to my clit, and I throw my head back and cry out. “Yes. More.”

I’m riding him frantically now. Up and down with no mercy. The slapping of our bodies connecting joins the ragged gasps of our breath and the grunts and moans of delight each time he hits that place inside me.

He really has the perfect cock. Somehow it hits me so deep and just there and—

Jack lets go of one breast and brings his hand to my clit. All he does is put his thumb there. My whole body shudders. I squeeze Jack’s thighs so hard my nails dig in even through the denim. We didn’t even bother pulling his jeans all the way down. I was so desperate to be on his cock.

Now I’m about to come a few minutes after we started and there’s no holding it back.

I moan, low and loud and as uncontrollable as my oncoming orgasm.

“Are you—?”

“I’m going to come. Oh shit. I’m going to come. Whatever you do, don’t change anything.”

Jack lets out his own guttural sound. His cock throbs inside me. He holds his thumb against my clit as I plunge over him for three more strokes. Then I burst. My belly clenches, and I sink right to the root of his cock, gasping for air. My body convulses.

I’m dimly aware of Jack’s groan. Of the way his hips buck under me.

All I can do is clench my teeth and ride out my orgasm as it rips through my body, leaving me shaking. When it’s done, I collapse against his chest.

I let out a shuddering breath and a shaky laugh.

Jack brushes my hair out of my face. “Sorry.”

“Mmm?” My brain feels all mushy. “What are you sorry for?”

“I ah… I didn’t last.”

I laugh. “Neither did I.”

There’s a pause and I reflect on how nice it feels to let the beat of his hearts gradually slow together.

“Is it always so…”

“Rushed?”

“Good.” Jack laughs. “I was going to say good.”

I sigh against his chest. “That was nothing. Just wait for round two.”

Amazingly his cock twitches inside me, and I realize he still hasn’t fully softened yet he’s growing harder again already. I lift my head to look at him. “Or maybe we don’t have to wait.”