Page 6 of Wild for You
“I hope you know what you’re doing …” She drains her beer and stands, rubbing her palms down the front of her dress. “Fine, I’m going to help Elliot keep her parents in line. You can think again if you think I’m not going to cash in this favor at a later date.”
“I love you …” I coo.
“Yeah, I know you do.” She takes off just as Elliot’s dad makes his way to the dance floor.
I set my eyes on the handsome brute. Maybe I was a little too abrupt in swearing off men for good. Jack looks like fun, and boy, do I need to blow off some steam.
Jack’s leaning against the bar, wearing a tailored navy suit, and talking to Benjamin. I glance around for Elliot and see she’s dancing with her father, so I make my move. I give the girls a proper adjustment and calm my nervous breath before I approach.
I walk up behind him and tap him on the shoulder, “Excuse me, Jack? Elliot was telling me you brought something a little more exciting to drink tonight? I was wondering if you could pour me a glass?” I lean forward, giving him a prime view of my cleavage.
“Baby Spice, is that you?” He waggles his eyebrows. “Damn, you clean up nice.” He cocks his head to the side as his eyes trail up my body. “I’d love to share some of my juice with you.” He winks.
Confusion washes over me. There’s something vaguely familiar about this man that sparks my memory. I tilt my head to the side. “Have we met?”
He laughs. “I guess you were pretty wasted that night you told me off. You don’t remember the purple-nurple you gave me when you educated me about calling dibs on a woman in front of her?”
A faint memory flashes through my mind. I do remember something about that. Maggie and I were having drinks at Terry’s when I caught sight of Benjamin. I marched over to tell him off in my drunken state, and that’s when Jack called dibs on me in front of everyone.
I straighten my shoulders and lift my head, “Well, I’m happy to hear you learned your lesson. You’re a smart boy, Jack.” I wink. “Now, where’s this jungle juice everyone’s talking about?”
Jack’s mouth momentarily drops, then he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “It’s in an ice chest outside. Benjamin wouldn’t let me bring it in, said it was an eyesore. Would you like to accompany me?” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and a bolt of electricity shoots straight to my crotch. Yep, I was right. The sexual chemistry is strong with this one. I desperately need to quench my thirst. It’s been a long time … too long. My poor vagina needs a tune-up. She hasn’t been serviced in about ...six months? No, that can’t be right, can it? I think back to Sandra’s twentieth-anniversary party and count back in my head … Yep, six whole months, I’m afraid my virginity may have grown back.
I lean into him so only he can hear me, more determined than ever. “You know, I think I would. I can’t wait to taste your juice.”
Jack blinks several times but doesn’t miss a beat, “I see. I must warn you, once you’ve tasted my juice, it’s going to be hard to forget it.” He ushers me through a door on the other side of the bar. I glance over my shoulder and catch Maggie’s eyes, giving her a little wave before I follow him.
“You know, that’s not something I’m too worried about. You should probably watch out for yourself, though.” I tease as I step through the doorway.
As soon as the party’s behind us, I turn on Jack and pounce, wrapping my legs tight around his waist, the force of my attack sending him crashing into the wall. “I don’t have a lot of time, and you look like a capable man.” I let my fingers trail down his chiseled forearms. “I’m not usually this forward, but this is an emergency,” I say between our frantic kisses. His scruffy beard scratches my face as my lips trail down his neck. Jesus, he smells delicious, like cedarwood and honey, and I think I could get off right here in this hallway from his scent alone. Just as the thought crosses my mind, he adjusts my pelvis over his rock-hard erection. Any thoughts of orgasming without penetration melt from my mind, and my mouth waters in anticipation. I’ve never been this worked up, much less by someone I’ve just met.
“Well, it looks like you’ve crawled up the right tree. Though I hate to break it to you, this won’t be fast if that’s what you want. It’s not in my nature.” Jack smirks and hurls me up higher, holding onto my ass with his massive palms before glancing around for somewhere a little more private than the middle of the hallway.
He carries me to the only other door in the hallway like I’m no bigger than a kitten and swings it open. “There’s no bed, but it could be worse.” He steps into the tiny janitor closet and closes the door behind us, leaving us in the pitch-black dark.
The music starts to pick up from the party across the hall. Good, at least I won’t have to worry about keeping quiet. Not that I could help myself if I tried. The feel of Jack’s corded muscles carrying me around like I weigh nothing and his smell alone have me writhing for relief.
I hike my dress up and kick my thong away into the pit of darkness that is the bottom of the closet, and I catch a faint whiff of bleach as my back bumps against a carton of chemicals. “Here, I brought a condom just in case.” I reach my hand down my bra and pull the foil packet free.
“Are you always this prepared to get fucked in a janitor’s closet, or is it just my lucky day?” He takes the condom from my hand with his teeth, and even though it’s so dark I can’t see his eyes, I feel them burning into me.
Jack reaches under my bare ass and pulls me up his body with little effort, wrapping my legs around his neck. “Oh my God, what are you doing?”
Somehow he manages to balance me with just his arms and the wall. “I told you I don’t like to rush. Calm down, Baby Spice. This is my favorite part. Don’t rush me while I enjoy my dessert.” Then he slides his tongue gently over my soaking wet center, and I mew in response. My head falls back, but I’m careful not to lean too much. The last thing I want is to break this delicious contact by throwing off our balance.
Heat pools in my stomach, and my toes start to tingle as my impending orgasm works its way through every cell in my body. Jack’s tongue licks slowly, finding sensitive places I never knew existed. My eyes roll back in my head, and I’m thankful he can’t see the look on my face in this raw, carnal moment.
“Fuck, Gwen, you taste so good. I don’t know if I want to stop. I think I could eat you all night.” He pulls me tighter against his face, and I melt as my orgasm courses through my body. I lose all composure and ride his face to the finish line. He holds me tightly until my heart rate slows and I catch my breath. Then he places me down gently on my legs made of noodles. “Now turn around and grab the wall. You’re going to want to hold on to something for this.”
I hear the rip of the condom, and my breath hitches when I feel him at my base, bracing himself before pushing into me. “I have a feeling this pussy is going to ruin me,” he whispers into my neck before I feel his long thick cock push inside me. My eyes roll back in my head, and it takes all my strength not to collapse into a puddle.
Jack’s penis must be the mold for the perfect-sized dildo. I brace myself against the door and let him wreck me like a savage. His thrusts are deep and slow, keeping the perfect rhythm. When he hits a spot that makes me see a new color, tears well in my eyes from the pleasure. “Oh God, don’t stop. Right there!” I moan.
He pulls my hair along the base of my neck and tightens his grip as he licks his way down my neck. “So fucking tight.” He gives my hair a final tug before gripping my hips and pushing my back forward ever so slightly, giving him a better angle. My legs begin to shake as I feel a second orgasm rising in me. “You like that, baby? Cum for me, gorgeous. Cum for me all over my cock.”
His words are my undoing, and a second orgasm rips through me as he steadily pounds into me. I don’t even try to keep quiet. He grips my waist tighter, and his thrusts begin to slow. “Oh God, yes, Jack. Yes. Yes. Yes,” I moan as his hands pull my head to the side, bringing my lips to his. I taste myself on his tongue, and it’s strangely alluring.
He turns me in his arms, and my legs are like Jell-O. “You are a goddess. Let me take you on a proper date as soon as I get back from my work trip in two weeks.” He plants a kiss on my forehead, and my body falls into his strong embrace as he steadies me. I don’t know how I’m going to walk out of this closet and act like I didn’t just have the best sex of my life.
