Page 22 of The Reaper

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

HANNAH

She openedthe door to Jack's room, and found him standing, topless, next to his bed, his back to the door.

“Hannah,” he said with a strangled croak, twisted round to look at her.

“What is it?” She rushed forward, had he hurt himself, what was wrong?

When she got nearer, she realised what was going on. His face was slightly red, warm looking, his body was hot, she could feel it radiating heat as she stood close to him. His eyes flashed. She starred with surprise, then hunger.

“I was just thinking about you,” he purred, and turned his body slightly. His pyjama trousers were bulging with his erection, he had a hand down the waistband, holding himself. That was what was going on.

“Well, don’t let me interrupt you,” she said playfully, huskily. Dumping her bag on the floor, leaning back against the bed with her arms crossed.

“Come here,” he said, reaching for her with both hands.

She gathered his hands in hers, and kissed him hard, nipping his lips. She steered his hands back down to his groin.

“I think you were doing just fine by yourself,” she teased. He moaned, dropping his head.

“Talk to me, tell me what you’d do to me right now,” he said. One of his hands pulled his hospital pyjama trousers down. They pooled at his ankles, he stepped out of them. “You’ve basically got me locked up here, always hard, dripping for you.”

She swallowed at the sight of him. Stood up, fully naked, tall and strong. She had seen him lying or sitting a lot over the last few days, but being so close to him like this was intoxicating.

“I feel like I wait for you here, getting harder and harder, imagining making love to you, slow and deep,” he said. He touched himself, his fist gripping his engorged cock. He pumped hard, long slow strokes when he spoke.

“Then I imagine getting faster, harder, I imagine how warm and tight you are,” he murmured, and almost lurched forward closer to her. She backed away slightly. His other hand gripped the bed, as he began pumping himself faster now.

She was hypnotised. This strong, lean man, brought into this state of arousal, imagining her. Confident in his skin, in who he was, to strip naked and touch himself in front of her. He knew what time she arrived, she was a little early. She imagined him wanting relief before seeing her, anticipating her arrival and needing relief before even seeing her. She couldn’t help herself, she reached down and undid her own trousers.

He made a choking noise, watching her. She yanked her trousers down a little so she could reach down, and touch herself. She was wet, and hot. And burning. A little cry escaped her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Hannah, I’m close.”

“Wait for me,” she said simply.

He gritted his teeth, a muscle clenched in his jaw line. He adjusted his pace to the long, slow strokes, dragging a deep breath in in the effort to calm himself.

She touched herself, circling urgently, she felt swollen, hot, ready. She knew it wouldn’t take long. Looking at him, right in front of her, his being hanging on every word she said. His release, hanging on for her. Imagining him here all day, thinking of her, getting hot and hard at various points in the day, trying to settle on a book, not managing to, his hands straying to touch himself, to give himself pleasure.

“Hannah please,” he growled. He tipped his head back, closing his eyes, She could see he was trying very hard, teetering on the edge.

“Not yet, not yet,” she mumbled. She reached forward but put her other hand on his chest, her palm, keeping him at arm's length, close, but not close. “You were good at waiting for me, let me catch up.”

He almost whimpered.

She felt it then, she pressed into herself and cried out.

He opened his eyes, and gripped himself hard.

Her palm screwed tight into a fist on his chest. His hand fisted in the bedsheets. She shuddered, She felt his chest muscles tense and he shuddered. They gasped and sighed and shuddered together.

“Hannah, fuck,” he managed to say. He reached out for her again, and this time She let him, he held her face, her chin, then tenderly reached forward and kissed her. She breathed him in.

He needed to clean up, he had come, drips of his come were running down his thigh, there was a wet patch on the floor. He reached for her hand and padded to the ensuite bathroom, pulling her along with him.

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