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He walks toward the bathroom, and I hear him murmuring something, then the dulcet tones of Lach's voice, then Cam's. I look back at Jack as he digs a bottle of lube out of his bag, millions of butterflies going haywire in my stomach. He's so goddamn beautiful.

"Don't fucking move," he commands when he sees me start to turn over. He drops the lube on the bed and pulls my hips up roughly, kneading my cheeks. "You want me to sink my cock into that virgin ass and have the best goddamn orgasm of my life while I watch your pretty pink pussy stretching for them? Is that what you want?"

He doesn't wait for my answer before spreading me wide and licking from my clit to my asshole, making me scream.

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Jack hooks an arm under my leg and flips me over on my back, hunger burning in his eyes.

"This is my final warning," he says, dragging his hands down my body and pushing my knees flat on the bed.

"Fuck me," I demand, arching my back as he sweeps his thumbs along the crease of my thighs.

"You're sure you want to miss out on a Michelin-star restaurant?"

"I'm not missing out on anything when I have all I could ever want to eat right here in this hotel room," I say, gasping as he traps my clit with his thumbs and rolls it between his fingers. He walks over to the side of the bed and grabs something from the nightstand drawer, tossing it to me.

"Pick what you want and we'll call down and have it brought up."

I glance at the menu, an icon on the lower right indicating a Michelin star. "You mean we could have ordered room service this entire time?" I groan. "We wasted so much time." I toss the menu back onto the bed. "Since you guys have obviously been here before, why don't you order?" Jack grumbles something under his breath and grabs the phone from the nightstand, punching in a number. I roll off the bed and drop to my knees in front of him just as someone picks up on the other end.

"Hello, I—" his throat bobs, his knuckles turning white as I fist his cock and swirl my tongue around the head. His muscles tense as he reins himself in, barely moving as he orders, his twitching abs the only sign that this affects him. Grabbing the back of his thighs, I pull him forward, opening my throat for him, swallowing him down until my lips press against the soft skin of his torso. The phone drops next to me on the floor when I hum around him, his other hand cradling my head as he fucks my mouth. I take a greedy breath when he pulls out, holding it as he pushes back in until he hits the back of my throat.

He runs his finger over my top lip, his gaze like molten lava. "Those lips are going to be the death of me," he rasps, flexing his hips and burying himself. He wipes under my eyes with the pad of his thumb, wiping away the tears and then licking them off. Pulling out, he hauls me to my feet and crushes his lips to mine. The kiss turns desperate quickly when he pulls my leg around his waist and thrusts into me, both of us stumbling back into the wall. I groan, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as I meet him thrust for thrust.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough," he says, his breath fanning over my ear, hiking my other leg up so he can go deeper. "It's like you were fucking made for me." He walks us to the bed, laying me down and slowly pulls out of me. He grabs my waist and flips me over smoothly, lifting my hips as high as they'll go.

"You're not allowed to come until I say so. Do you understand?"

"I understand," I rasp, my entire body thrumming with anticipation.

"Good girl." He drops to his knees behind me, spreading me wide before feathering his tongue over my clit. My entire body tenses when I feel his nose press way too close to somewhere it shouldn’t be, but he fucks me with his tongue and then moves up my crack and I stop caring. I push back against him as he slides his tongue back and forth over that forbidden spot. It feels so wrong and so fucking right at the same time.

"Jack!" I squeal, trying to twist away from his grip as he pushes his tongue against the ring of muscle. I moan, my body shuddering as sensation overrides my embarrassment. He pushes in further and I bite the base of my thumb, arching my back. I desperately want to reach between my legs, but I know I'll explode the second I touch myself, so I keep my hands fisted in the comforter.

He stands up and grabs the bottle of lube, pouring some directly onto my ass. He anchors his fingers on my ass cheeks, using his thumbs to spread the lube, massaging me until I'm squirming and pushing back into his hands.

"Take a deep breath and relax your muscles," he says, slipping his thumb in as I breathe out. He slides his thumb around the rim, stretching me slowly. "Fuck," he groans, slipping his other thumb in and massaging the muscle around and around. His breathing turns ragged as he steps closer, pressing his cock against my thigh and rocking his hips back and forth.

"Jack—" I plead, not sure if I'm asking him to stop because I'm close or to keep going so I can get there.

"I know, me too." He presses on my lower back, forcing me to lower my hips. He fists his cock and slides it up and down my crack. "God," he moans, "Please tell me I can fuck your ass now," he begs, his voice raw.

"Yes." The word isn't even all the way out of my mouth before I hear the top of the lube bottle opening. He positions himself behind me, the head of his cock nudging my ass. "You're in control," he says to me. "I'll only push until the tip is in. When you're ready, you can rock back on me. I won't thrust until you tell me to, okay?"

"Okay," I whisper. "Please, Jack," I beg, arching my back.

"Touch yourself," he says roughly, gripping his cock as he presses it against that tight ring of muscle. I push myself up to get a hand underneath me as he flexes his hips forward, stretching me. I roll my clit under my fingers, rocking my hips forward and then back, slowly letting him in. He doesn't move, only holds my hips as my body opens for him.

"Just a little more and the head will be in." He flexes his hips, pushing until the widest part of his cock slips in, and I feel myself close around his shaft. I whimper, squeezing around him as I adjust to his size. A strangled groan rips from his throat, his hands spasming on my hips.

"Don't you dare do that again unless you're ready for me to fuck you," he wheezes, his cock flexing inside me. I whimper as I circle my fingers over my clit again, pushing my hips forward and back. Over and over until I'm fully seated on his cock. My entire world condenses to the feeling of him filling me. Nothing else matters. I rock my hips forward a couple of inches, rolling my clit under my fingers before pushing back, taking him all the way in again. I squeeze my muscles around him, sliding along the entire length of his shaft.

"God, Charlotte," he groans, his hands trembling. "Give me a second."

"You may as well get the first time over with," Lach chuckles from the bathroom doorway, the towel wrapped around his waist doing absolutely nothing to hide his fully erect cock. "You know you won't last more than five seconds."

"Fuck," Jack says through gritted teeth. "This is not how I imagined this would go."

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