Jack Hammer (25 page)

I cried out his name, soaking his fingers the way he’d told me I would as I tighten and loosed around them. I bit into my lip so hard I was sure I tasted blood. But I didn’t care. All I cared about was the amazing release he was giving me.

My body shook when he pulled his fingers from my body. When he released my arms, I let them fall to my sides as I tried to catch my breath.

Blaine brought his fingers to his lips, sucking the glazed moisture from his fingers with a grin.

“Fuck. You taste amazing.”

He leaned over me, and pressed his lips to mine, filling my mouth with my unique flavor. I kissed him back, sucking his tongue like a starved woman as I prayed he wouldn’t stop. I’d been so deprived over the last year. I wanted so much more. My body needed it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and rubbing myself against his hard body. He pulled back and grinned down at me.

“Don’t worry, baby. There’s more.”

He reached down and took my hand, before pulling me over to the couch in the center of the room. He pushed me down onto the leather, before pressing his hands into backrest and leaning over me.

“I only have one question for you, Chelsey,” he said, running his nose down the side of my cheek and forcing goose bumps down my body. “Are you ready to be fucked?”

It shocked me to hear him be so blunt, but at the same time I was so turned on. My body was soaked for him. I was aching and needing him more than ever before.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck me, Blaine.”

His eyes widened at my use of words.

“Take your fucking bra off. I want to see your tits,” he demanded.

Part of me knew I should’ve been offended by how he was talking to me, but I wasn’t. I bit into my bottom lip as I went to work on my bra. He reached down and pulled my lip from my teeth before he leaned down and sucked it into his mouth.

Once my bra was loose, I pulled it off and tossed it to the floor. Then he was on top of me, covering my breasts with kisses and sucking my nipples into his mouth until I could barely breathe.

He was wild and inhibited, taking what he wanted without caring about whether or not I’d be offended. I cried out in pleasure when he softly bit my nipple sending shivers down my body and making me quake.

Coming up, he kissed me hard, branding my mouth with his and making me work to keep up with him. He wedged his body between my legs, pressing his hard cock against my soaked panties.

I clawed at his back, pulling him to my body with desperation.

“Please, Blaine,” I begged.

He leaned back, his icy eyes devouring my face. Then a sexy grin split his face as he reached between us and ripped my panties from my body. His ran them over his nose breathing them in and growling with appreciation before he stuffed them in the back pocket of his jeans.

“I’m going to give you what you want,” he said.

Leaning away from me, he flipped me onto my stomach easily and then yanked my hips up. I dug my fingers into the leather couch. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as he pulled a condom from his pocket and began to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

His pushed them down his hips, his hard cock popping out, thick and ready for me. My eyes were glued to his hands as he rolled the condom over his length.

His eyes clashed with mine when he adjusted my hips and readied himself at my entrance.

“You sure this is what you want?” he asked.

I’d never been surer of anything. I was still hurt. I was still angry, but my need outweighed all those emotions at the moment.

“Yes.”

I cried out loudly as he entered me in one hard, swift movement. He hissed at the sensation of being settled deep inside of me.

Things got crazy from that point on. Blaine tugged on my hair, forcing my face close to his so he could kiss me hard as his body slammed into mine. The sensation was too much. The pressure of his hard, thick length devouring the space between my legs was wonderful.

“Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you like a little whore?”

He lifted my leg, allowing him to go deeper and I cried out. It felt so good. Better than good. He felt amazing.

“Yes. Please don’t stop. Yes!”

Already an orgasm was tickling my spin and spreading into my thighs.

My ass stung when he spanked it, and I hissed with pleasure and pain before he rubbed the spot softly.

He tugged on my hair again, making my neck arch, and then he smacked my ass again. I’d never experienced anything like it. He was being rough, and I loved every second of it. “Fuck. You’re getting close already aren’t you? I can feel your pussy getting tighter and wetter.” The more he talked the closer I got to coming. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. I want to feel that pussy come all over me.”

I exploded. Screaming out words I’d never said before and digging my nails into the leather couch. He released my hair and dug his fingers into my hips, pulling me into his abusive thrusts and letting me ride him until my body was shaking and on the verge of collapsing.

“Fuck. I’m going to come. Fuck, yes,” he called out.

And then he growled out his release, slamming his hard body into mine and holding himself there as if the pleasure had stunned him still.

My arms gave out on me, my face and body collapsed into the couch. I was exhausted and completely satisfied. My nerves hummed with gratification and my bones felt like putty. 

He laid on top of me, his hot, hard breaths in my ear. And then he softly kissed the side of my cheek.

“Let me take you home,” he breathed.

And even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t say no.

37

BLAINE

I CAN’T EXPLAIN THE FEELING
I had when Chelsey stood on stage and peeled her dress off. I barely remembered moving toward the stage. It was like I blacked out. Just the thought of everyone looking at what was mine made me crazy.

Nothing was settled. Although she swore she’d slapped Josh when he tried to kiss her, that still didn’t explain why she was out with him in the first place. I still didn’t have the closure I needed when it came to Chelsey, but I couldn’t take it anymore.

She looked so fucking hot in her bra and panties. She was fucking perfect to me, she always had been. And once I tasted her, I was done. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.

Hearing her beg for my cock was too much for me. One, because Chelsey didn’t usually have a filthy mouth, and two, because I could see it in her eyes she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

I fucked her like no other—giving myself to her like I never did with any other woman—and it was amazing. I came hard and fast, filling the condom and wishing I was filling her body.

We dressed, and left the room in silence. She said goodbye to Lynn, who kept rolling her eyes at me, and we left her in Marshall’s capable hands. We took my car to her apartment, and I kept looking over at her and watching the lights from oncoming cars move across her skin. I didn’t know what it was we were doing, and even though I knew it was wrong, it felt so right. Being with her—taking her home—it felt right.

The car ride to her place was quiet, and the urge to reach over and taker her hand was strong, but I couldn’t give in. Not yet. Not until I understood her reason for being with Josh that night. I couldn’t let it go. I wanted to, but the pain of needing her and her not being there was still so strong.

I followed her into her apartment, knowing she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath her dress. I hadn’t taken any Viagra since I knew I was done fucking the women in the back room, but already I was rock hard again.

It was nice getting a hard-on and knowing it was because of Chelsey and not the prescription. Knowing it was her body and the way she made me feel. I wouldn’t have to go home and beat-off before bed. My cock wouldn’t be in so much pain that it hurt to touch it.

I was done with all that.

The inside of her apartment was organized, but still felt comfortable. She’d made it feel like home. I imagined it was a lot different from the massive house she grew up in. It was small, and full of love and books. It was Chelsey’s place.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back,” she said, dropping her keys and purse on the kitchen counter.

I nodded and took a seat on the couch. I let my eyes move around the room and took in the pictures. Mostly pictures of Chelsey and a few friends. She was smiling in the pictures, but something wasn’t right. I couldn’t help but feel like maybe she’d spent the last year just as miserable as me.

Water turned on down the hallway, and I looked toward the sound to see a light shining beneath the door. She was in the bathroom. Probably taking a shower. No way could I sit there knowing she was naked down the hall washing me from her skin.

I followed the noise, the sounds of my steps quiet against the hallway floor, until I stood in front of the door. I tried the knob, and the door opened. Stepping into the foggy space, my eyes landed on her naked body blurred behind the shower door.

I dropped my jacket to the floor and peeled my shirt off. I pulled my boots off and then I dropped my pants, taking my boxers down with them. I stood there, naked, with my throbbing cock in my hand. Then I went to the shower door and opened it.

She gasped and spun around. “Blaine. What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer as I stepped into the shower with her and closed the door behind me. Her eyes moved down my body and she bit into her bottom lip, which made me crazy. Using my thumb, I pulled her lip from her teeth and kissed her.

The hot water of the shower moved over us, flushing her soft skin and making it balmy to the touch.

She kissed me back, her tongue mingling with mine as her soft moans filled my mouth.

Pulling back, I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. The moment was too perfect, her smell too sweet.

“I know you liked it rough before, but I’m going to go slow this time. I want to take my time and enjoy every part of you,” I said.

She looked up at me through dark lashes, her wide, doe eyes smiling. She nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me back in for another kiss and I took it. I breathed her in, tasted her like I had all those months ago.

I closed my eyes and forgot about the pain. I forgot about everything but Chelsey. My hands moved over her wet body, touching and feeling everything she was. She pressed her head against the tile and gave me plenty of room to taste her neck and shoulders.

It was perfect… all of it. And when I took her against the wall with her arms and legs wrapped around me, it was slow. I pushed my hardened length into her body, feeling the pull and squeeze of her wetness and loving every second of it. We exploded, her cries echoing throughout the bathroom and marking the memory of the moment in my brain forever.

**********

I STAYED THE NIGHT WITH HER,
and we made love once more before the sun came up. She slept in my arms, her face snuggled into my body, and I slept better than I had in a long time.

I woke before her and watched her sleep like a fucking psycho, but I wasn’t sure if I was going to get another moment with her again. I wasn’t sure I wanted another moment with her. Now that the fog of the night had settled, it was day, and with the sun came all the old memories, the old pain.

“Good morning,” I said, when her eyes opened and she was stretching.

“Morning.” Her voice was raspy and sexy from sleep.

“We need to talk.”

She nodded in agreement.

“First, I need to know why you were out with Josh that night.”

I had to stop being an asshole. I needed to take a breather and let her tell me what happened. I could decide when she was done whether or not I believed her.

She started explaining. She told me about the dinner with the mayor and her father’s political aspirations. She explained how her mother pushed her and Josh to go out, and how they went to a movie and she spent the entire night trying to get back home as soon as possible. Then she told me again how Josh kissed her and she slapped him.

Her eyes stayed on mine throughout her entire explanation—unwavering in her truth—and I believed her. A year had been wasted because I hadn’t taken the time to listen, and now, just as simple as that, I believed her.

I wanted to open up to her. I wanted to tell her about how my parents. I wanted her to hold me the way I needed her to the night it happened, but I didn’t. I couldn’t even if I tried. The words had been stuck in my throat for the past year.

I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me. If she was with me, I wanted it to be because it’s what she wanted, not because she felt bad for me.

“What about you?” she asked. “Why did you run off like that? You could’ve at least asked me, Blaine. You could’ve at least—” She stopped.

“I know. I wish I would’ve.”

And I did.

I regretted not going to her and arguing. I regretted the way I ran, but I was hurt, and I didn’t know how to deal with everything that was going on. I’d explain to her later, once I knew she was with me for me and no other reason.

“Can we try again?” I asked, my voice broke with the words.

She looked away with tears forming in her eyes.

“I don’t know if I can,” she breathed.

My heart dropped. I wasn’t sure I could go without her anymore. Especially not after our night together. Chelsey was mine. She’d always been mine and I’d always be hers.

“Why not?”

I was afraid of her answer.

“It took me a long time to get over you, Blaine. To be honest, I’m not sure I’m completely over you. I don’t know if I ever will be. But I know I can’t trust you. I can’t trust you not to bail on me without talking to me. I can’t do the last year over again. I don’t have it in me.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, understanding her.

The last year had been hell for me, as well, but I couldn’t lose her again.

“Just think about it, okay? Can you just promise you’ll think about it?”

She smiled sadly and nodded at me. “I will. I just need time.”

“Take all the time you need. I’ll wait for you. Always.”

Then I leaned down and kissed her softly, taking in all she was and storing it in a place deep in my heart.