Page 58 of Loved By You

“Who the fuck is Carter?” Harry huffs, looking around, trying to see who she’s talking about.

“Oh, just one of my old buddies.” She winks at Harry, who looks at her deadpan, knowing exactly what she is insinuating.

“Is he the one?” Gabby asks, using her hands to gesture the size of his dick.

“Yeah, dick so big you could land a plane on it. Shame he didn't know how to use it.” Rolling her eyes, Ali takes a sip of her champagne.

“Well, Ali cat, if you need someone who knows what they’re doing, look no further.” Harry holds out his arms, looking down at his crotch.

Ali’s face is priceless. She looks like she's smelled something that passed its expiration date. “That's really bold of you, but you strike me as someone that gets nervous cracking an egg, so to save us both the embarrassment, I'm gonna have to give it a miss.” She leans in toward him and pats his chest. “But we love a confident king, so you keep trying.” And with that, she gets up and sashays off toward the bar.

Laughter erupts around the table as Harry sits there, looking like a kid who's just been told Santa isn't real. “She’s so fucking mean,” he mutters, and I actually feel bad for the guy.

“If you can't handle it, baby, just say, we can take it slow,” he shouts as he stands and follows her to the bar. I get the feeling he can handle Ali and she may have finally met her match.

The evening passes by in a blur of shots, champagne, and dancing, with one girl stripping off and jumping in the pool and having to be escorted out. Jack has had a possessive hold on me the entire time. His hands on my thigh, rubbing it absentmindedly, sending a rush of moisture in between my legs. Searing every touch into my skin.

We are now the only ones at the table; Ali and Gabby are tearing up the dancefloor with some guy who looks old enough to be their dad. Brad and Harry have been propping up the bar for the past hour and Harry has been looking at Ali like he wants to either throw her in the pool or fuck her into next week and she glares straight back at him in the same way.

Lips graze my ear, Jack’s gravelly voice whispering, “Have I told you how incredible you look tonight?”

“You have, but I don't mind hearing it again.” I turn to face him, my body tingling from his gaze, and my hands instinctively reach out to touch his face.

“You are pretty hot yourself. The women in here haven't kept their eyes off you.”

“I wouldn't know. I've only been looking at you, sweetheart.”

And with those words, I melt.

He leans in, our lips almost touching. “I really wanna kiss you, but the problem is, if I did, I don’t think I’d be able to just stop there…”

I graze the shell of his ear with my teeth, feeling brave. “And why would you think I'd want you to stop?”

“Oh, will you two just fuck already? I’m gonna combust just watching you two. The sexual tension is killing me,” Ali says dramatically, flopping down on the chair and then lying back as if she’s fainted.

I let out a squeal as I am suddenly dragged to my feet and flung over Jack’s shoulder. I let out a yelp when he smacks my ass, keeping his hand there to stop my dress riding up.

“Yessss, atta boy,” Ali cheers.

Thankfully, it's got to that part in the evening where everyone is drunk and doesn't notice Jack hauling my practically bare ass across the rooftop bar towards a door at the edge of the building.

He opens the door and we enter into a stairwell.

“Jack, put me down,” I giggle, whilst I try and fail to smack his ass.

“No chance,” he laughs, spanking my ass and I'd be lying if that didn't reach my core and give me a flutter.

New kink unlocked.

He walks down a few flights of stairs and then opens a door.

The room is dark and dimly lit by a fire exit sign. I am gently placed on my feet and I straighten out my dress and flatten my hair. Jack drags a chair in front of the door, wedging it under the handle.

“What is this pla—” My sentence is cut short by Jack crashing his lips to mine. His hands cup my ass and he lifts me so my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He walks us backward until my back meets a cold brick wall and I let out a whimper.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he murmurs against my lips.

Our kiss is frantic. Like starved animals fighting desperately for every bite. We are panting, our breathing ragged. Our tongues intertwine and fall into a perfect rhythm as another rush of moisture floods my underwear. My body has a mind of its own as I start to grind against him, desperate for the friction to give me some release.

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