Page 8 of Jack Frost
Jack stands straight up slowly, a smile starting to dance at the corners of his sexy, irresistible mouth.
“I guess this is your lucky night,” he says. He looks down at me with a huge grin on his face.
I feel almost embarrassed for having told him what is going on with me and Sammy tonight. Jack looks down at me and bites down hard on his bottom lip, sending a flash of heat through my belly and down into my clit.
“Oh,” I say, “I don’t know. It’s not a big deal. I mean, look at me, I’m drinking a beer!” I force a little laugh, but I’m falling apart on the inside. What I really want is for Jack to turn into a caveman and carry me up to his room, but I’ll never say that. I could never be so forward.
“Let’s see,” he says, leaning down against the island next to me again. “What could we have you do tonight?”
“I’m a wild woman,” I say sarcastically.
“We could have you…” Jack’s voice trails off as his eyes drag down from my eyes to my breasts, focusing on them for a split second before his eyes come back up to mine. “We could have you strip naked and then streak across my front yard.”
“I don’t know about that,” I say, scrunching up my nose.
“How about we split the different and you streak across my back yard instead?”
“That’s a little bit more my speed,” I say. I look across the room again and see Sammy on a couch against a wall making out with Sean. She’s straddling his lap, and I try to remember whether she was going to go sans-panties tonight like me.
“Looks like your friend over there is already having fun,” Jack says, combing his fingers through his thick, dark wavy hair. “And what about you? You having fun yet?”
“Absolutely,” I affirm, nodding in agreement. “This is a very nice party.” I turn away from the scene unfolding in the living room to face him.
Jack slips his phone out and clicks some buttons, causing the music to turn up a little louder and the lights to go down and dim.
Tossing his phone on the counter, he takes a step toward me and presses a hand around my body and against my back, pulling me closer.
“And now?” he says, his dark eyes flashing in the dim light of the party.
I gasp and bend backwards and away from him a little at the waist, my open hands landing on his chest.
“Uh-huh,” I say, my mouth open in surprise.
He pulls me in even tighter and presses my body hard against him, causing his hardon to nudge right up against me.
“And how about now?” he asks, “do you like that?”
I glance down to see a bulge in his pants, as I drag my eyes up the full length of his body, focusing finally on his eyes again, he leans down and captures my bottom lip softly between his teeth.
A tiny moan escapes my mouth and I let myself fall into him, soaked by his touch and his kiss.
“I asked you a question, darling,” he says, his mouth moving away from me, taking my eyes with it.
“Huh?” I breathe, unable to form a coherent thought.
“I said, I asked you a question.” He leans down to me again and whispers in my ear. “I asked if you liked it when I pushed my cock up against you.”
I breathe unsteadily, my breath exhaling in shaky, jagged waves.
“Yes,” I say, looking up at his cool eyes and gorgeous face.
“Yes what, darling?” He puts a hand on the back of my neck and wraps his fingers easily around to the front of my throat. My eyes flash open in surprise, a sprinkling of goosebumps scattering down my spine.
“Yes,” I say, “I like it when you…” My voice trails off, but even in the crowded party, we’re protected by the loud music and the dim lights.
“Like it when I what, doll?” He kisses the corner of my mouth as his fingers wrap around my neck a little tighter, digging into the flesh. “What do you like?”
I swallow hard, feeling the muscles in my throat contract in his firm grasp.
