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NINETEEN

JACK

NOVEMBER

The pressure was on. If this was my tryout to make Mara my wife and solve a lot of my problems, and hers, thank you very much, I needed to get it right. And even though she’d called me a brat, she was probably just being a brat and trying to provoke me.

I needed to be dominant for her. That’s what most women liked.

“Lie back and close your eyes, Mara.” I made my voice soft and husky. She gave me that little attitude-y smirk, but she did as I asked.

“Look at that. What a good girl you are, Mara. I knew you would be. Let’s find out what else you like.” I rubbed my hands together.

She shifted under the blanket and I laughed, a devilish sound. “Don’t you put your hand down your pants yet, Mara. Only good sluts get to touch themselves.”

Mara opened her eyes and quirked an eyebrow at me but said nothing.

“Did that do something for ya? My girl likes it dirty, huh? You’d better keep those eyes closed.”

“Fuck off,” she shot, but guess who was closing her eyes.

“Bratty little slut,” I cooed. “You’ll put up a fight, but it’s all because you like a little punishment, isn’t it?”

She peeked an eye open. “You are so getting hard doing this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe. But you know you’re getting wet. You’re thinking about how good it would feel to have my tongue on your slick little cunt. And I didn’t tell you to open your eyes, Mara.”

“But you’re cheating,” she taunted me. “I didn’t tell you to touch yourself and you’ve got your hand all over that thick cock, don’t you?”

Well, if it wasn’t thick before, seeing her pretty mouth spit out filth was enough to get it there.

“Such dirty words for such a pretty girl,” I said. “Who knew you’d be so filthy when you were just a stressed-out mom in the principal’s office?”

Her cheeks tinged pink in the firelight. “It’s just been a long time.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I hummed. “I’m gonna take good care of you. I’d love to see a little more of you. Are you tired of wearing that bra?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Take it off, Mara. Take it off and show it to me.”

She stifled a laugh. “It’s a nursing bra. It’s not sexy.”

“Mmm, that’s the first thing we’ll fix when you’re my wife. Can’t have you wandering around in worn out lingerie.”

“Oh, so I can look perfect for you?” she challenged me. “So I can be your little doll?”

“No, baby. So you can feel good. I want your body to feel as beautiful as it is.”

Mara finally went quiet, her chest heaving with a shuddering breath. “If I take this off, I’ll get milk on your shirt.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I teased. “You already soaked me with milk once today. I didn’t mind one bit.”

She laughed, coming out of our little game. “You were mortified.”

“I was trying not to look at your fucking sexy tits, Mara. Bra off.”

“Bossy,” she said back, but sat forward to unhook her bra, drawing her arms into the sweatshirt to pull it out the bottom.

“Leave your hands up under your shirt and circle your nipples. Don’t actually touch them, just light, soft circles.”

Mara’s eyes drifted shut and she rolled her body. A hum emerged from her throat, her lips rolling between her teeth. She looked so fucking sexy, my cock threatening to break through my sweatpants.

“That feel good, Mara?”

“Yes,” she breathed, bracing her legs wider.

“That’s a good fucking girl. Love what you’re doing with your legs. It’s making me so fucking hard.”

Her eyes fell open and found me. “Show me.”

Fuck . I couldn’t believe Mara was going all in with this, but I also didn’t want to question it. She said it had been a long time for her, and I knew it had been a good long while for me. We were frustrated, lonely single parents getting horny together.

“If you want to see my cock, sweetheart, you’ve got to earn it.”

“You’re all bark and no bite. Typical brat,” she said. “I bet you wouldn’t be able to help yourself if I left you hanging long enough.”

My eyebrows shot up and I coughed out a laugh. “Damn, Mara. Here I thought you were this mousy little thing when I met you.”

“Think again,” she hummed, her voice silky as can be. “You really don’t know me at all. Now get your hand off your cock because I’m really tired of you misbehaving.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I meant for it to come out sarcastically, but my voice cracked, showing just how much she was getting to me.

Holy shit, was this real? Mara wanted to dominate me? She completely turned the tables on me, and it made my cock throb.

“Got you right where I want you, Jackie baby,” she purred. She had to know that nickname kinda irked me, something Mikey used in a joking way. She was using it to control me.

What the fuck?

I shifted in my chair, sucking in air as my cock could officially be called painfully hard.

Her hands worked under her sweatshirt. “I think the fire’s warm enough that I could shed a layer.”

“Oh my god,” I breathed, not knowing which layer I wanted to go away the most.

Carefully, she stood, flipped the blanket off her lap, and rolled the waistband of my borrowed sweats down. She tipped her head and approached me slowly, her red hair spilling over her shoulders and those blue eyes sparkling under her bangs. Naturally, my legs jolted open, inviting her to stand between them. She smirked and I was both mad at myself and enjoying the hell out of her taking my power.

I couldn’t help it.

I wanted to do anything to make her touch me. I was ready to explode.

“Help me to my knees, Jack.”

“Oh fuck.” My eyes widened, taking her in standing in front of me. I held out my hands to give her support as she lowered to her knees. Her eyes didn’t leave mine once. She settled between my legs, her hands on top of my thighs.

“Now show me.”

“Okay,” I managed, curling my fingers around my erection in my sweats. I reached for her hand on my thigh, trying to bring it so she could feel me. She shook her head. “I want you to touch me,” I whimpered.

She smirked. “I know you do.”

“Mara,” I pleaded. She had me down to begging and whimpering. I had never been this man. I didn’t even know how to feel about it except that I felt more touch-starved than ever in my life.

“Show me.” Her eyes flicked down to my lap.

I forced myself to breathe, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats and boxer briefs and lowering them. Her eyes passed over my pulsing length, tilting her head to get a good look. Mara rolled her lips between her teeth and bent closer, and I just couldn’t fucking help myself.

I stroked a piece of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear, then gathered the rest into a ponytail, drawing her closer.

She still hadn’t said anything. She was close enough that I could feel her soft breath on my cock. She licked her lips.

This is it. My god. She’s going to suck my dick.

“Mara,” I whispered. “Say something.”

Her eyes met mine, then focused on my cock again. Her tongue darted out over her lower lip and with the lightest touch, she licked a drip of precum from the side of my cock. It left a string between her lips and my cock. I swallowed hard, panting and trying not to show it.

She pulled her tongue back into her mouth, using her finger to get the drip of pre-ejaculate from below her lip and sucking her finger like I was the icing on a messy fucking cinnamon roll. She hummed and shook her head.

“It’ll do.”

With some effort, she rocked back on her heels and stood, turning so her back was to me. She shoved the waist of her sweatpants down, leaving behind some high-waisted gray briefs. Because of the gray color, I could see how wet she was.

“Help me out of them, Jack.”

“Yes, ma’am.” This time, the phrase fell out of my mouth so naturally and I jumped to do what she asked. Was she going to fuck me instead of blowing me? A little fast, but I’d certainly done one-night stands before. I actually knew Mara. Maybe this was just how people acted now.

I slid my fingers down one of her silky calves to get the pants off at her ankle. Her ass was almost in my face where she stood in front of me, but when I pushed her sweats off the other foot, I caught a tattoo with two skeletons on the front of her thigh.

I wanted to bite it.

My hands reached for her hips of their own volition, this goddess woman having every ounce of control over me. I pressed a kiss where her high-cut underwear exposed her ass and she sighed. I moaned out her name while my fingers slipped under the leg band on each side, tracing over trimmed hair while creeping closer to her pussy. My kisses along the hem of her panties grew feverish, my tongue stroking her skin along with my sore lips. I was just figuring out how to get to bite that damn punk rock thigh tattoo when she spoke.

“That’s about enough,” she said coolly, prying my hands off her hips and strutting back to her seat.

“I wanted to taste you,” I blurted out.

“That’s not the game,” she cooed, settling back on the couch. She propped one leg on the seat next to her with the other foot on the ground, just wearing my sweatshirt, socks, and underwear—underwear with a soaked crotch. “You said you’d make me come just by talking to me.”

“Put your hand in your panties, Mara.”

Her tongue poked into her cheek, something she did when she was full of her own shit, I was learning. “You said you’d just use words.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Mara. Touch yourself. Please. God.”

“Do you think you’ve earned watching me come, Jack?”

I widened my eyes at her, completely taken aback. “Why the fuck not?”

She let out a deep throaty laugh. “What a brat you are. So entitled.”

She smirked and traced two fingers over her pussy lips through her panties, using her other hand to draw the fabric between them. She rolled her hips to get some friction from the makeshift front thong she’d created. My hand was back on my cock, struggling not to jerk myself into oblivion in three strokes.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself, Jack.”

“I don’t fucking care,” I barked. “This is my game.”

She laughed then curled her body deeper and bit her lip, like pleasure was the only thing keeping her from taunting me. “At least take your shirt off so I can see what you wanted to show me so badly in the locker room today.”

“God fucking dammit!” I bit as I wrestled my sweatshirt overhead. In my fury and frustration, I chucked it into the fire.

She raised her eyebrows and her mouth hung agape, looking highly pleased with herself. “Oh. I’ve upset you, haven’t I?”

I stroked my cock furiously, grinding my teeth and sucking air through them. “Is this what you want, Mara? To see how fucking crazy you make me? To see how far you can drive me up the goddamn wall? Well, here I am. You win. You fucking got me.”

“Did I?” she asked, her fingers speeding up. She was getting high on this.

“Fuck yourself with those fingers, Mara. You’d better show me how much that cunt is weeping for me.”

She slipped the crotch of the panties to the side and revealed herself.

“Goddamn perfect little pussy, Mara. Fuck,” I growled, both of our hands working faster. “Taste yourself.”

She drew two delicate fingers to her lips and sucked them, then returned to thrust them into her entrance. Her top hand swirled around her clit, then moved faster from side to side. Her lower stomach was by no means flat, making it that much sexier when she drew it inward, an outward sign of her approaching climax. “You like watching me, Jack?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Are you going to come so hard for me?”

“You’re going to come for me first,” I gritted out. “And you’re going to say whose cock you wanted in your mouth so bad. You’re going to say who got your cunt so fucking wet I can see it from over here.”

Her hips rocked while her fingers stayed busy.

“That’s it, Mara. Come on, baby.”

My name was barely a whisper on her lips as her hips jolted forward one last time. I watched her pussy contract around her fingers, her head rolling back and the bottoms of her ribs drawing heaving breaths.

I let out a strangled sound and she snapped up to watch me. “You think you’re allowed to come, Jack?”

“Mara, Christ, please,” I whimpered. The next words that fell out of my mouth came from somewhere deep within me, words I didn’t even know I had. “I’ve been so good.”

Mara nodded. “You have, haven’t you? I think I can let you come. Do it. Come all over yourself.”

“Mara, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I continued swearing as I came, hot jets of cum covering my stomach. When I regained some semblance of consciousness, I just laughed. She smiled, looking supremely smug as she snapped the elastic of her panties back over her pussy and sucked her fingers clean. She stood, walking to stand between my legs again and bending forward.

Holy shit. We did all that and we hadn’t even kissed. Not once. She licked the tip of my cock and I kissed her ass and her hips, but we didn’t kiss. We didn’t even kiss when we should have at Harper’s birthday party. I prepared for the moment, wetting my lips.

I needed to taste her mouth.

Her fingers skimmed over the mess on my stomach. She drew them up to her eye level, examining my work. Then she shoved her three fingers into my mouth.

“Taste yourself,” she rasped.

I stiffened as the bitter, salty taste hit my tongue, shocked by the whole thing.

“Good boy,” Mara whispered.

She kissed my forehead, withdrew her fingers, wiped them on her hip, and strutted off into the house.

“Night, Jack.”