Read Flirting with Danger Online
Authors: Elizabeth Lapthorne
Tingles shot across her body and, without even realising it, she scooted closer to him. Jack moved forward and soon she straddled him, eating at his mouth with her lips as they strained against each other. She ran her hands over his shoulders then down his back, loving the warmth of his body even through his shirt.
He threaded his fingers through her short curls, his palm cupping the back of her skull. He wound a strand around his digit, his touch tender, as if he wanted to memorise their texture. She stared into his fiery gaze, ensnared in its depths. Need washed over her as her pussy flooded with moisture.
Rocking into him, Skye rubbed her spread centre over his jean-clad erection. Even through the thin denim she could feel his searing heat, the hard, thick length of him straining as if to reach out to her in kind. Their tongues tangled and it took a moment for her to hear their joined gasps as they both struggled for breath.
“This is just a reaction to how close to death you came earlier,” Jack finally managed to pant as he pulled his mouth from hers.
Her cheeks flushed and Skye could only shake her head at him.
“Trust me, darling, I don’t want to take advantage of the scare you’ve had. It’s understandable—”
“Can’t you feel the attraction between us?” Skye cut him off. “It’s electric and potent. It wouldn’t matter if I’d met you at the bus stop, Jack. I want you and I need this. Please don’t deny me.”
“I must be mad,” he muttered. Regardless of his words, he cupped her jaw and dragged her closer to him. Wrapped in his warm embrace, Skye gave herself up to the soul-searing kiss they exchanged. She tasted him, his spicy scent enveloping her. Her hands fell to the waistband of his jeans and she struggled to unsnap them and drag them down his legs, realising it was impossible while they were both sitting.
“Not on the couch, damn it,” he groaned as he raised his head again. “If we’re doing this we’re bloody well going to do it right.”
Before Skye could form a coherent thought or ask him what the hell he meant, Jack stood up, his arms wrapped around her as he lifted her with him. Locking her legs around his waist, Skye held on for all she was worth. As if she weighed nothing at all, he carried her down the hall towards his bedroom, kissing her the entire way.
Chapter Three
Skye barely had time to do more than cast a quick glance around Jack’s bedroom. A large wooden bed was neatly made in tones of dark blue and green. A dresser stood against one wall with a few personal items on top of it. An alarm clock was visible on the bedside table. Everything else faded as Jack lowered her onto the duvet and scrambled to remove her trousers.
Eagerly, she assisted him out of his jeans, then pulled his shirt up over his head to reveal his smooth, chiseled chest. Running her hands over the well-defined pectoral muscles, Skye once again found her breath catching in her throat. The man was built.
Cool air hit her as he bared her chest. Beneath the lacy, white bra her nipples beaded, part in arousal, part from the breeze. Jack palmed one breast in his hand, his thumb and forefinger expertly twisting the nubbin so pleasure rocked through her blood.
Her back arched and heat tingled up her spine, connecting her erect nipples and allowing the decadent lust to pool down in her pussy. Need slammed into her body and Skye lost all restraint. Her hands dipped into Jack’s snug briefs and she cupped his balls, her fingers stroking over the roughly haired skin and seeking his every secret.
Jack groaned as if he were in pain, his voice barely a rasp, guttural in his throat.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that, darling,” he panted. With his urging, she pushed his briefs down his legs and freed his thick cock. One hand remained, cupping and caressing his balls, while she encompassed his warm prick with her other hand and ran a smooth motion up and down his shaft.
She moved her palm over the head of his erection and slick wetness collected along her skin. His pre-cum acted as a lubricant and as she continued to stroke his length. Pumping her fist harder and faster, she built upon the rising passion between them. Jack licked and kissed a slow, wet trail down the line of her jaw, along the slender column of her neck and made his way with light, grazing nips of his teeth around the full curve of her breast.
He removed the last of her underwear and she lay spread before him on the bed. Skye continued to pump him as he gazed at her, his eyes bright with lust and need. As if he couldn’t bear to tear himself away, he lowered his body onto her length and suckled her hard nipple as if it would give him the elixir of life. Her back arched again, pleasure shooting across her body, her senses overwhelmed with the heat of her arousal.
Unwilling to lose the intimacy of the moment, Skye kissed the lean line of Jack’s collarbone. His skin tasted salty from his sweat, a delightful, masculine musk filling her senses as she grazed her teeth in response to his talented fingers probing between her slick pussy lips.
“I need to be inside you,” he panted.
Skye groaned and spread her legs for him.
Her hands released his slick cock and she raised her glistening fingers to her lips. Capturing his gaze with hers, she slowly inserted her index finger into her mouth, licking it. Jack groaned, his gaze riveted. Pushing himself up on to his elbows, he hovered above her and watched as she lapped his juices from her hand.
“I thought you needed to be inside me?” she teased. Her voice sounded husky, unlike how it usually sounded to her ears.
“I do.” Jack grinned at her, a masculine, proud, complacent smile that spoke volumes of his confidence.
Twisting around, he reached into the bedside table and she heard the faint crinkle of foil. A moment later he turned back to her and lifted her legs high.
With his hands under her thighs, supporting her, he helped her thread her legs over his shoulders, opening her pussy wide for him. Thick, warm fingers stroked her sensitive lips and he parted her to reveal her most intimate secrets. Skye moaned, arching her body to entice him to finish what they’d both so greedily started.
“Please,” she pleaded with him, her eyes devouring every inch of his flesh. She reached her hands out to him, resting on his shoulders and drawing him down onto the mattress with her.
“Of course,” he replied. In a slow, sensual thrust he fit his cock at her entrance and pushed himself inside her folds. Inch by agonising inch he sank into her, each sensation enticing as he penetrated her depths.
After what felt like a lifetime, he lay fully lodged within her, swallowed by her clenching cunt. Skye squeezed her inner muscles, bearing down on him. Jack groaned. She chuckled, pleased her actions added to his enjoyment.
Skye clasped his shoulders as Jack steadied himself, placing his large hands on either side of her waist. As he withdrew from her she tried to tighten herself around him, but she was no match for his strength. With the tip of his cock barely at her entrance, he pressed back inside her once again.
Setting a slow, luxurious pace as if they had all the time in the world, he possessed her body, staking a claim. In and out he rocked, the need building within her chest like a fiery ball. Panting, she canted her hips up, desperate to draw him in deeper.
Need, thick and hot, ran through her blood. Skye’s orgasm built within her. She lowered one hand from his shoulder to her clit and rubbed herself. Jack’s electric blue gaze turned molten at her actions. He watched her with unabashed joy and he growled low when she stopped.
“No, take your pleasure. I want to watch you.”
Skye forced her eyes to remain open, though the intensity of the passion surging through her blood made them flutter. Her hand returned to her clit, the burning in her belly growing as she stroked herself. The thick hardness of Jack’s cock pounded within her and all too soon she felt an incredible detonation.
Pleasure seared through her senses and her toes curled as her body arched in lascivious release. She pressed her head into the rumpled duvet and a scream tore from her lips as hot waves of pleasure crashed over her.
“Oh yeah, darling, that’s how I love it,” Jack groaned as he pumped her. He lifted her hips, tilting her for maximum penetration. With a muted roar he climaxed before Skye could come down from her own intense high. Her body shook, the fierceness of his possession ratcheting up her own arousal yet again. As he emptied himself into her a smaller, but this time longer, orgasm crashed over her on the heels of her first.
Gasping and shuddering at the unexpected peak, Skye found herself ultra-sensitive to the gentle caresses as Jack stroked her skin. Collapsing to one side of her, he rested his head on his hand, propped up on an elbow as he looked over her with an utterly rugged, self-satisfied and smug look.
When she had managed to catch her breath, she whistled softly at him.
“I’ve never felt that before,” she confessed.
“An orgasm?” Jack clarified, clearly pleased with himself. Skye laughed softly and shook her head.
“Multiple orgasms. It’s not as common as men seem to presume.”
“I guess we’re just that good together.”
He sounded, if possible, even more smug.
Feeling frisky and far more playful now the initial consuming need had been assuaged, Skye used one hand to roll Jack on to his back. She moved her mouth along the edge of his jaw, enjoying the prickly stubble. She ran her fingers through the blond spikes on top of his head and gazed into his beautiful eyes.
The man was alluring in a potent manner. She found him intoxicating. Few men had captured her attention like this before, and Skye could well believe that all too soon she might be addicted to this man. Particularly to earth-shattering, back-bending sex with him. Jack Berwick had become her personal drug of choice.
Seeming content and sated, he allowed her to explore his body as her whims dictated. He didn’t snap or growl at her, nor did he roll over to nap or appear to feel the need to rush off to the shower and escape her. Skye could feel her heart catch at his indulgence and open curiosity.
Straddling him once again, she explored to her heart’s content. Following wherever her mouth—and tongue—led her, Skye soon found herself with a mouthful of his sac. Her tongue probed the delicate skin beneath his scrotum and she had to suppress the chuckle of delight as she felt his cock harden once again and stir back to life as if revitalised after a brief appetiser.
“Why, Miss Adams,” Jack teased her with a lilt in his tone, “I do believe you’re not the only one drawn into a multiple.”
“I’ve been told I am very stubborn. And persuasive. I do have a few of my father’s genes, apparently.”
“You’re beautiful and alluring to me, not to mention talented. I do believe that tongue of yours could raise me from the dead.”
“That’s the idea, surely?” she murmured and returned her mouth’s attention to bringing her lover back from
la petite mort
.
This time he allowed her free reign. Only after his cock had fully hardened once again and her pussy wept with the need for him, did she reach for another foil packet. She finally lifted herself over him and sank down on to his thick shaft.
From this higher angle his penetration seemed to fill her body and block her throat. She felt as if she had never before experienced real pleasure between a man and a woman. It was as if Jack were her first. Her heart pounded so hard inside her chest she feared it might explode.
Braced against his chest, Skye lifted and sank on to his body, his cock hot and enormous within her. He let his hands fall to her hips once more, gently assisting her to manoeuvre to find the greatest pleasure.
When he scraped along her G-spot, she screamed and trembled. She paused, overwhelmed. On the verge of climax, she vibrated with need. With a gasp, she leaned a hand down, stroked the tender skin of his scrotum and found that sensitive cluster of nerves around his tightly puckered hole.
“Fuck!” he swore, rigid now with his own need for release clear.
Only then did she lift and fall again, driving them both over the edge and into screaming oblivion. Skye could feel him pumping into her like a man possessed, both their cries rising so loudly around them she thought the neighbouring flats had to hear them.
They trembled together, sweat beading along the slender line of her spine. Thrusting furiously, Jack came as her release washed over her in a near overwhelming wave. This time it was she who fell next to him on the bed, shaking and unable to catch her breath.
They lay curled together for a few minutes, each of them thinking their own private thoughts. Slowly, sensually, their heads moved together as if they’d shared the same thought in identical moments. They shared a heated, passionate kiss. As if they had all the time in the world, they tenderly explored each other’s mouth.
Jack pulled his lips away.
Skye’s eyes fluttered open when she realised she’d closed them in pure bliss, caught up in the perfect moment they shared. Gingerly, Jack pulled his cock out of her body with a faint plop. Reaching between her swollen, lust-bruised legs, he inserted one thick finger into her pussy.
Removing the creamy digit, he inserted it into his mouth in mimicry of her earlier motion. Hot lust unfurled deep in her belly. A part of Skye wanted to re-straddle her lover and start all over again, right from the very beginning, but faint twinges from her rarely used inner muscles informed her a break was in order.
“You’d be amazed how wonderful a joint shower could be right now,” she murmured. Surprise and pleasure shone in his gaze as his eyes widened appreciatively. A wicked, knowing grin crossed her face.
“I wield an amazing detachable shower head,” he boasted, following her train of thought.
Skye snickered and lowered her chin to her shoulder, gazing at him with heated longing. The pose was simultaneously innocent and naughty, perfect for how she felt right now.
“How much time do we have before we need to be at Tank’s?” she teased him, tired but willing.
Jack threw his head back and laughed.