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With
a groan for his tired muscles, he flopped down on the bed, savoring the soft
mattress against his abused body, feeling her eyes on him even with his own
closed.

“I’m
bad at relationships, Molly, which is why I don’t do them.”

The
truth was easier to get out with his eyes shut. He didn’t hear the door open
and slam again, and a kernel of hope blossomed in his chest.

“You’ve
forgotten everything you learned in school, Jack. How are you supposed to get
better at something if you don’t
practice?

She
sounded frustrated, but less pissed. Jack peeled one eye open.

“Maybe
I need a good teacher.”

Molly
arched an eyebrow full of censure, but Jack couldn’t miss how her eyes roamed
his nearly-naked body, lingering on the rapidly swelling bulge beneath the
towel.

“You
upset me today,” she admitted.

“I
really am sorry. Look, maybe you should leave, because I don’t know that I can
give you any more than this.”

“Maybe
I should.”

She
didn’t move for a long moment, and then she stepped up to the bed. Jack’s
abdomen clenched as she trailed soft fingers along the ridges of muscle.

“I
want you to spend the day with me tomorrow,” she said.

“My
research – ”

“Isn’t
going anywhere.”

She
traced the flesh just above the towel and he shuddered in reaction.

“Okay?”

“Yes,”
Jack ground out and yanked her down on top of him, finding her mouth with
unerring accuracy.

She
pulled back to nibble his lower lip.

“Hotshot
Jack Roman. You’re so used to no one calling you on your shit that you’ve
forgotten what it’s like to take your medicine when you screw up.”

She
rubbed her nipples, hard silk-covered pebbles, against his chest.

“So
you’re going to lie here and let me play, and when I’m done,
then
I’ll
let you fuck me until morning. Got it?”

Somehow
Jack managed a nod, and let her press his arms over his head. He wrapped his
hands around the bars of the headboard and prayed for willpower as Molly
scooted back to straddle his thighs and slowly started undoing the belt on her
robe.

 

MOLLY
WAS TORN BETWEEN irritation, lust, and a surprising amount of sympathy. For all
of Jack’s brilliance, his incredible sexual prowess, and his keen insight into
lost cultures and humanity, the man had
no
idea how to deal with women. She
felt a little smug and not a little excited at the prospect of teaching him
everything he needed to know. After she fucked him senseless of course.

What
are you doing, Molly Callahan? When you head home…

Molly
squelched the inner tirade and focused on Jack’s body spread out before her
like a smorgasbord. His eyes were hot as he watched her slide the robe off her
shoulders and peel the nightgown over her head. She cupped her breasts and
rolled the nipples.

“Do
you want to taste?” she purred, and he nodded eagerly.

Molly
grinned.

“Too
bad.”

The
look on his face was priceless, and Molly stroked her hands down her body,
spreading her thighs wider and sliding two fingers between her thighs and into
her pussy, which was already pulsing for him.

Jack
groaned, watching her finger-fuck herself, and Molly did her best to keep her
movements smooth and sensual.

“If
you hadn’t been such a prick today, I’d let you do this. I spent half the day
thinking about all the things we didn’t get to last night,” she panted as heat
built and his cock tried to break through the terry cloth cinched around his
hips.

“I
hope you made a list,” he growled, muscles tight, eyes fixed on the fingers
between her thighs.

“It’s
a long one,” she said, and used her free hand to trace his dick from root to
tip, savoring the harsh sound he made.

Molly
would have normally felt awkward, but her initial anger had made her brave, and
Jack’s acquiescence turned her anger into self-confidence and determination to
give as good as she got.

“Do
you want to watch me come?” she asked.

“More
than I want to breathe,” he replied, and his mouth fell open as she peaked, her
head falling back as pleasure coursed through her body.

“Mmmm…”
she murmured, and tugged her wet fingers from her body.

She
leaned forward and slid the digits into his mouth and Jack groaned, sucking
them clean. Each little tug of his mouth prolonged the spasms of pleasure, a
direct line to her pussy, and Molly shuddered. She finally pulled her fingers
free and reached for the towel around his waist. His cock sprang free, turgid
and huge, and Molly smiled.

“So
excited to see me,” she remarked.

“Molly,
please…”

She
hadn’t touched him but he was already tense with anticipation, his heavy sac
drawn up tight. Molly slithered down to lounge between his spread legs, fitting
her hand around the pulsing column.

“You
have one job, Jack Roman,” she said.

“What’s
that?”

He
was breathing heavily now, his hips punching up into her grip.

“Don’t
come.”

Jack
swore viciously as Molly lowered her mouth to his cock, humming her pleasure as
she swiped her tongue over the damp head. For long minutes she learned his
shape with her lips and tongue and a hint of teeth, and watched Jack lose his
mind with gratifying speed.

Delightful.

By
the time she drew the fat crown into the heat of her mouth, he was begging.

“God,
please – Molly, take more, baby, just a little more – ”

She
took as much as she could to the back of her throat and stroked the rest with a
tight grip, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that had him shuddering
underneath her. Power and lust spiraled through her – his taste was addictive,
his heat and strength beneath her pure seduction. She could do this for
hours,
pulling back when she sensed him losing control, building him up again at
her leisure, except that his arousal fueled her own. If he exploded, he was
going to take her with him.

Finally,
Molly pulled back completely, observing his slick, swollen flesh with
satisfaction as Jack glared at her, panting, desperate.

“Such
an obedient cock,” she praised, stroking his balls as he jerked, “You deserve a
reward.”

Trembling,
she rose over him, fitted his flesh to her throbbing core, and sank down,
taking him to the hilt, just in time as Jack
exploded
with a roar, his
hands coming down to grab her hips and
jerk
her down even further,
grinding against her as he filled her, his release triggering her own. She shattered
with pleasure that went on and on before collapsing against his chest.

“You…you’re…”
Jack couldn’t find the words as he tried to catch his breath.

Molly
kissed his jaw, lingering to nibble.

“If
you’re really good,” she whispered, “next time I’ll swallow every drop.”

Jack
growled and grabbed her, and suddenly Molly found herself on her back.

“My
turn,” he said.

Molly
smiled and twined her arms around his neck, looping her legs around his waist
to draw his still-hard cock even deeper.

“Do
your worst.”

 

IT
WAS ODD TO wake up wrapped around a warm female form and not immediately start
thinking of ways to escape. Jack tensed for a moment, then remembered his
promise to spend the day with Molly and relaxed. She grumbled sleepily and
snuggled closer, and Jack held her close and stroked her hair as he watched the
sunrise.

They’d
worn each other out all night, and Jack was surprised to find that he really
wanted nothing more than to lie here tangled up in Molly and doze in the
morning light. When he woke again a few hours later, she was propped up on his
torso, watching him sleep, tracing little patterns into his chest with light
fingers.

“Morning,”
he murmured, “You okay?”

“I
feel fantastic,” she said, and slid her thigh up between his to rub his morning
erection, “and so do you.”

“I
was going to say let’s get some breakfast,” said Jack, tugging her up until her
thighs were settled on either side of him.

“Breakfast
can wait,” she said breathlessly, as he filled her in a slow, hot thrust.

Hunger
finally dragged them out of bed, and after a leisurely shower and a stop by
Molly’s bungalow for clean clothes, they headed up toward the resort. She
looked surprised when he took her hand, but didn’t comment, and Jack was
grateful. After the night they’d spent together, he felt a persistent need to
touch her.

Over
breakfast, Jack regaled Molly with the legends of the Luveku Ika, and she
shared stories of her more rambunctious students and the world of gossipy
middle school politics. It was easy and fun and Jack couldn’t remember the last
time he’d laughed so much. And later, Molly dragged him down to the beach to
frolic in the waves. There was a sandbar a couple of hundred feet off shore,
and they swam out. Alone out in the ocean, Molly looked around in wonder.

“I
couldn’t dream up a place like this,” she said.

“There
are a lot of places to explore in the world,” said Jack, “We have to broaden
your horizons.”

Molly
sighed wistfully.

“This
is about as broad as my horizons are going to get for a few years. We can’t all
be bestselling anthropologists. After this, I turn back into a pumpkin and
spend the rest of the summer working on lesson plans.”

Jack
frowned. He wanted her to have everything, to see the world. He wanted to watch
her eyes widen in wonder at all the things he could show her. But women didn’t
plan extensive vacations with casual flings. And he didn’t have time to play
tour guide.

Did
he?

“We’ll
just have to broaden your horizons right here,” he said gruffly, and pulled her
in for a salty kiss.

She
was warm and tasted of sunscreen and the ocean, and happily wrapped her legs
around his waist as he explored her mouth. Jack felt her tense as he tugged on
the back tie of her bikini, and she wrenched her mouth away.

“Jack,
we’re out in the open!”

“Nobody
can see us,” he assured her, nodding at the distant shore.

He
kneaded her breasts in his hands and she abruptly surrendered, arching into his
palms, letting him touch her as he would.

“That’s
it,” he murmured, plumping the succulent mounds and pressing kisses along the
inner curves, “Such sweet tits.”

Molly
writhed against him as he pleased her and himself, and when he suggested she
take out his cock, she nearly did damage wrenching his swim trunks down far
enough to reach it. She was hotter than the water, and their buoyancy let him
leisurely move her on his shaft as he tortured her nipples with his mouth. Molly
came, clutching his shoulders, her wet skin gleaming in the sun as her pussy
spasmed around him.

He’d
never seen anything more beautiful, he thought as he followed her over.

Swimming
and sun and ocean sex took their toll, and the pair settled down for a nap in
one of the wide hammocks out by the resort pool, followed by dinner at the
pier.

That
night, Jack held Molly tightly as they swayed together to the soft strains of
island music performed by a discreet band inside the restaurant. Jack nuzzled
her hair and felt his heart clench – it was becoming impossible to delude
himself into thinking that he wasn’t falling for her, and fast. He walked her
back to her bungalow.

“I’m
not sure I should come in,” he said, kicking himself even as he braced for her
outrage, but she only stared up at him, her expression blank.

“If
that’s what you want,” she murmured, “I asked for a day, and that’s what you
gave me. I can’t really force you to give me anything more.”

Jack
nodded and turned to go, but it only took three steps for the anger to hit.

I
want her to want more.

He
whirled back. She was in the process of putting her key card into the lock, but
it fluttered to the wooden boards of the dock as he pressed her against the
door.

“Ask
me for more,” he ordered.

“What?”
she asked, breathless, but she didn’t struggle in his grip.

Jack
nudged her legs apart with his knee and hiked her skirt up to her waist. A
quick yank on her little panties and she was bare to him. She gasped, but it
turned into a moan as he traced her cleft and then slid two fingers down and
inside her.

Hot
and wet
.

He
stroked her, triumphant, pushing her hair aside with his other hand to gently
bite down on the curve of her neck, feeling her response in the hot clench of
her pussy on his fingers.

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