Page 40 of Strings Attached
Another man sat on the stool next to me, and Jack’s eyes narrowed. Without a word, he grabbed my seat and dragged it closer to him. It didn’t seem to take any effort on his part, and though he didn’t speak, the message was clear. And just when I’d been thinking this was just for our interview.
I was being obtuse at this point. Why couldn’t I admit he might have feelings for me too? I knew why. Fear of losing him. I was cursed to have people die because of me, and I was terrified that included Jack.
Needing to distract myself, I slid my hand along the side of my leg. Higher and higher, just above my hip, so it was clear I wasn’t wearing anything beneath. Without a word, I took a nacho, pretending as though I hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary.
He leaned closer, hunger dancing behind his gaze. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t set you on the bar in front of me and eat you out right now.” His voice was husky, and I shivered at his words.
“Because it’s impolite to eat outside food in an establishment,” I said with a shrug, waving my hand.
He grasped it, and I turned toward him, swallowing hard. “Are you taunting me with a game?”
“What game would that be?” I curled my fingers over his hand, tracing my thumb along his gloved knuckles. “I suppose if it was a contest for who has the fewer clothes, I’d win.”
He growled. “You’d also win for currently having the most patience because I’m much too tempted to take you to the washroom and sheathe my cock inside you.”
My breath hitched as his hand slid along my thigh, and I opened my legs. I panted in anticipation. His finger brushed against the top of my mound, and I let out a shuddering gasp.
“Tell me to stop, or I’ll take this a step further.”
I nipped at his bottom lip and let out a soft laugh. “I dare you.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me across the dancefloor and into an employee-only room. He pushed me into a closet filled with cleaning products and locked the door behind us. My chest rose and fell quickly as I stared at him.
“Teasing me was such a bad idea, but daring me?” He took off his helmet and put it on one of the shelves. “I’ll make you regret it.”
I smiled. “Don’t count on it.”
He thrust his tongue between my lips, his hand sliding to my neck. Holding his jacket, I pulled him closer, lifting my leg onto a barrel as his fingers slid against my clit. My moans were muffled by him ravaging my mouth, taking what he needed and swallowing my cries as he moved faster.
I arched against his hand, rubbing myself harder as I edged close to an abyss of pleasure I needed so desperately. He found the perfect rhythm that sent a pooling heat from my core to the rest of my body. I moaned in his mouth as his thumb circled my clit. Tightening his grip on my neck, he swirled his tongue around mine as he rubbed against my sensitive nub, and I exploded in ecstasy. Tears ran down the corner of my eyes as I rode the wave of my orgasm, my cries barely audible as he licked at my lips.
He pulled away, his smirk sending a chill down my spine. But I wanted him still. Needed to get him off. I kneeled, and he helped me down. The floor was icy beneath my skin, but I ignored it as I undid his belt. It hung to the side, the clanking sound suddenly loud in our little nook.
His erection sprung out, and I licked the head, cleaning the pre-cum. He let out a shallow breath, and I smiled right before taking him into my mouth. He was always somehow bigger than I remembered, and I loved it. The tip pushed down my throat, and I swallowed against it as a guttural cry left his lips; I adored undoing him more than I wanted to admit. Knowing it made him feel good drove me crazy in the best way.
I grasped the base of his shaft, moving my hand up and down in the same motion as my mouth. I bobbed my head, suckling as I swirled my tongue around his erection. His taste was strong?like him?reminding me of every time I’d tasted him. I flattened my tongue, sliding it hard against the underside of his cock, and he grabbed at the back of my head. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze as darkness seemed to swirl behind his eyes. I swallowed hard, and his jaw clenched as he grasped a fistful of my hair.
“You feel so fucking good, Jill,” he said in a harsh tone.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth, my hand still moving up and down as I smirked. “Language.”
“Fuck,” he nearly croaked and thrust his erection back into my mouth.
My eyes watered, but I continued staring at him through my blurred vision; all the while, he pumped down my throat without mercy. That’s what I got for teasing him. But it was worth it to see him lose control.
He convulsed, pushing down my throat so deep, I thought the choker around my neck might break. I swallowed several times, desperate for air, but instead, his hot release poured down my throat. He pulled out, and I coughed, trying to breathe properly again.
As he pulled up his pants, I got to my feet, a bit wobbly after the whole experience. That was mind-blowing. Before I could say anything about it, he pulled me in for a tight hug, and his lips brushed against my ear.
“Want to go back to my place and watch a horror movie?” he asked in a teasing voice.
Nothing had ever sounded so perfect.
26
A Secret
“What do you mean for a month?” I asked as the lump in my throat tightened.
