Don't Lie to Me (13 page)

Jack didn’t move and didn’t speak. Instead, he dropped my hand to my side and took one step back from me. I swallowed, slowly. His jaw hardened like it had last night in the elevator on our way to dinner. Was he doing the same thing again - staying silent to show that he was in control? Or was he trying to regain control? His silence unnerved me.

A slight twitch of the right side of his lip was his only movement. But as I watched his eyes, I didn’t see any anger. I saw only lust, and a devilish sparkle in his murky brown eyes that told me he was planning something. I swallowed again, and resisted the urge to reach out to touch him, or myself. I was no longer afraid. His eyes told me he wouldn’t hurt me; and the anticipation of what would come aroused me.

“Turn around and place your hands on the bed.” The command was so similar to last night on the terrace I didn’t hesitate to obey. If he wanted to take me hard and fast again, I would enjoy every punishing second of it.

I obeyed, and dropped my head just enough so I could see him standing still behind me. He had yet to move. I stood there, bent over at the waist for who knows how long until I finally heard the rustling of his suit jacket and then it dropped to the floor. His shirt, his pants, and the rest of his clothes followed it until he stood, in the same spot, too far behind me and completely naked. I pressed my thighs together to try to quench the heat in between them. The silence drove me crazy, not knowing what he was going to do, or say. He was so close, but so far away and the entire moment had my nerves crackling with a tension I didn’t know possible.

“Don’t do that,” Jack scolded.

“Do what?” I asked breathlessly. I had no idea what he was talking about.

It took one second for him to reach me, I saw his legs moving towards me and then felt his fingers push into me smoothly.

“Don’t tighten up. I like watching your pussy throb and your juices drip down your thighs.”

Oh my god. That was the most vulgar thing I had ever heard, and yet at the same time, I had to resist tightening my thighs again. How can this be such a turn on? I had to move. I had to do something.

I jumped again when Jack’s hand began rubbing my ass cheeks. The tender caress set off a humming of pleasure that only increased my arousal with every gentle brush.

Slowly, his fingers began moving roughly inside of me. I moaned with the instant pleasure of finally, having something there to take the edge off. I wiggled my hips, wanting and needing more. Much too quickly, he removed his fingers just as roughly.

I moaned again but this time, dissatisfied.

“You like that, don’t you?” Jack was now so close, I could feel the heat of his body as he lined up behind me. “You like it rough.”

I couldn’t see him, but I knew from the tightness in his voice that his eyes were black from desire. I could picture his large cock, standing at full hardness. I licked my lips and nodded in answer to his question. My throat too dry to speak.

“Answer me with words, Emma.”

“Yes. Apparently I do.”

I felt the tip of Jack’s cock lined up perfectly at my opening. I could feel myself throbbing, expectant at the pleasure that was sure to come. Soon, hopefully, because I was already so close to coming from the words he spoke to me. I needed him inside me.

With his hands on my hips to steady me, Jack pressed slowly into me, his cock taking the place of his fingers. He pulled me back onto him as he pushed himself all the way in and I felt the tip of his cock hit me all the way into my stomach.

“Ahh!” I cried out. In pain or pleasure, I didn’t know. But he didn’t stay long enough to let me figure it out either because just as my muscles began to relax around him, he pulled out completely. I groaned in frustration at the empty feeling he left inside me.

Silence filled the room except for the noises of my heavy breathing and a soft, amused chuckle from behind me. Jack enjoyed this game. It gave him control, and the power. I wanted him to have it, because I knew as soon as he released whatever he had planned, I would enjoy it just as much as him. But I still wanted him to hurry up and release it onto me.

“I have to pick Logan up in a couple of hours, you know.” He laughed softly, most likely at the begging tone in my voice.

His hand lightly rubbed the back of my thighs causing me to shiver for his touch again. I leaned in to him, and he pulled away, just slightly. I could still feel the heat from his hand, but I needed it back on my skin. I stilled my legs from moving, hoping I would feel his touch again and it worked. Again, his hand moved along my thighs and I resisted the urge to moan, or move, or whimper. I bit my lip to stay quiet and still so I wouldn’t lose that touch again. Slowly, his hand moved around to my front and I could no longer stay silent.

I moaned in pleasure and arched into his hand as he began rubbing my clit. The tight bundle of nerves pulsated against his fingers. I felt my orgasm beginning to build. I wanted to hide it from him so he would continue.

But I couldn’t. I moved against his hand fiercely, craving the only contact with him that I had. Really, I wanted his body all over me, his cock pounding into me, and his arms holding me tightly but I would greedily take whatever he had to give me.

“Damn it, Jack!” I cried out as his hand disappeared from mine again right as I was beginning to come. I was panting and sweating and all sorts of turned on. I was annoyed and pissed and wanting. My head spun from the overflow of heat and emotions rushing through me. I wanted to scream at him, kick him out, and have him throw me down on the bed and screw me like he had threatened to do last night.

I did none of it. This was what he wanted, what he needed. As much as I hated the feeling, I wanted to give it to him.

“I’ll never lie to you again, Jack.” The words came out choppy as I spoke between my deep breaths.

“Promise me.” I sighed when I heard his voice. It sounded soft and smooth and exactly how I wanted him to sound when he talked to me – kind and loving.

I nodded, but then remembered his earlier warning. “Promise.”

His hands came down instantly and turned me around to face him. My painfully hardened nipples tightened even further when they pressed against the light dusting of hair on his chest. His kiss was rough and passionate and everything I wanted. I linked my fingers behind his head and pulled him towards me as I slowly moved onto the bed. Thanking whoever could hear me that he came with me, and crawled onto the bed above me, lining up his body and pressing it into me as I laid down on my messy covers.

“I could leave you like this. If I left you now, frustrated and so close to coming, you’d understand exactly what I felt like this morning when I got home, wanting to sink into you and finding you gone.”

I shook my head. “Please don’t.”

A small gentle smile tugged at Jack’s lips. “Do you want it fast or slow?”

I thought about it for a split second, loving that he was actually giving me a choice when so far, he’s just taken me however he wanted it. I don’t know why I felt a sense of pride and achievement that he was letting me have my say. We hadn’t had sex slowly yet. It had all been lust filled and demanding and I wondered what slow sex with Jack would be like. He might have sex however I asked, but in the end, he’d enjoy it more if he was in the control of it. I didn’t mind either way; I simply wanted him.

“I’ll take it however you want to give it, Jack.”

He exhaled slowly and lowered his mouth to mine. “Thank you for listening to me today,” he said as he softly brushed his lips against mine.

Slowly, his hips leaned back and then forward, lining up at my opening. I widened my legs further and arched into him, once again feeling the tip of him against me. In one, long, drawn out movement, Jack inched into me. So slowly, I thought I might explode before he was fully inside me. If this was his idea of slow, it was more torturous than what he did before. I tried to arch into him, to take more of him, but he stilled and admonished me with his eyes.

“You said however I wanted it.” I felt scolded, but only until I saw the amusement flicker across his eyes.

“You’re killing me,” I moaned as he pushed the rest of the way in, completely filling me.

“You amaze me,” he said as he slowly pulled back out, and then quickly rocked back into me. Then moved again, out --- slowly, in – as quickly as possible. By the third thrust, my insides were quivering and I was a mess of need and so close to coming. Every time he thrust into me, he spoke to me, his lips right on mine, but never kissing me, and never pulling away. It was the most erotic experience ever.

“You scare the hell out of me.” So that one wasn’t so erotic in words, but I knew what he meant because I felt the exact same way as him.

“You challenge my control.”

“You drive me crazy.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

“You are so beautiful.”

I fell apart as he pulled out from me, and on his last thrust, I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him to my chest, screaming his name. My entire body started shaking, fluttering in pleasure, as he kept moving. But this time, his movements were more frantic; faster than before, but not rough. I could feel him grow even harder in me, as I pulsed around his shaft and I knew he was getting close. And just as he let go, calling my name, another orgasm rocked my body. I threw my head back into my pillow and wrapped my legs around him, wanting to hold onto that feeling for as long as it lasted.

I smiled once he rolled off me and my heart rate had decreased to a tempo slower than ready-to-explode. “You were right….you do your best talking in bed.”

He chuckled softly and ran his fingers through my hair. It felt calming and comforting all at the same time. “What are your plans the rest of the weekend?”

“The usual. I have to get Logan and do all the work around here I usually save for weekends.”

He looked confused.

I laughed. I knew Jack appreciated my work at his place, but he honestly had no idea what went on in keeping a house clean, clothes laundered, grocery shopping, cooking, etc. His naiveté humored me.

“Grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning….that kind of stuff.”

“How long does that take?”

I scrunched my nose and thought about it. “Two or three hours if I’m by myself; more if Logan’s around.”

“If I get him from his sleepover and take him to the park, would that give you enough time to finish before three?”

I looked at Jack questioningly. “You want to pick him up from his sleepover? Why?”

“There’s a Cubs game tonight. I thought we could all go – my treat.”

I only had to think about it for a split second before answering yes. And laughed at Jack’s big smile. It wasn’t the first time he’d taken us to games, but it felt better this time. “I’m surprised you’d do this.” I said and then regretted it when Jack’s eyebrows pulled together. “It’s just….picking Logan up, the park…it’s so very…..domesticated.”

Jack’s mouth dropped in feigned shock. “I can be domesticated.”

I snorted, completely unattractively, but I couldn’t help it. “You are anything but domesticated Jack McMillan.”

With a laugh, he pulled me over on top of him so I was straddling his waist and his already half-erect penis. “I’ll show you domesticated.”

I rolled my eyes and hopped off him. “None of that…you have to get Logan.”

I scribbled down the directions to Connor’s house, and then called his mom to let her know someone else was picking Logan up. I gave Jack one quick kiss good-bye once we were fully dressed and promised him I would be ready by three for the game.

Once he left, I sighed to myself. Going to a game with Jack wasn’t anything different than we’d done for the last couple of years on occasion. But this felt different, especially with him picking Logan up and taking him to the park. It felt more like a partnership, something I’d wanted for myself – and Logan – for a really long time. I just still didn’t know how long something like that would last with Jack.

Enough. I scolded myself and brushed the thought away before it could ruin my mood. It was a ballgame and a day at the park with Mr. Jack; Logan would be happy. I had the morning to myself and then an afternoon of fun planned.

TEN

Nothing entertained me more than a Cubs game in the summer. The warm weather, the hot dogs, and beer, watching Logan yell and fill out his scorecard along with the game….it always made me feel connected to the city and the people.

Spending the day at the ballpark with Jack changed the experience completely. Instead of overweight, sweaty vendors shouting ‘Get your hot dogs’ walking up and down the stairs, we had a private, air-conditioned room, and a fully stocked fridge along with someone to go get the food for us.

I didn’t know which experience I liked more. I liked being pampered and taken care of. I also liked being independent and on my own. I got used to it when Marcus left after he found out I was pregnant. Being with Jack was hot and intense….and frustrating. I knew he cared for me, but I still doubted how long it would last and how comfortable I should become with the luxuries of his life – fancy cars, drivers for more fancy cars, suites for games and incredible food. He wanted to care for us. I wanted to fight it every step of the way while at the same time, finally just letting someone help carry my load with me.