Page 28 of Don't Lie to Me

I couldn’t see him, but I knew from the tightness in his voice that his eyes were black from desire. I could picture his large cock, standing at full hardness. I licked my lips and nodded in answer to his question. My throat too dry to speak.

“Answer me with words, Emma.”

“Yes. Apparently I do.”

I felt the tip of Jack’s cock lined up perfectly at my opening. I could feel myself throbbing, expectant at the pleasure that was sure to come. Soon, hopefully, because I was already so close to coming from the words he spoke to me. I needed him inside me.

With his hands on my hips to steady me, Jack pressed slowly into me, his cock taking the place of his fingers. He pulled me back onto him as he pushed himself all the way in and I felt the tip of his cock hit me all the way into my stomach.

“Ahh!” I cried out. In pain or pleasure, I didn’t know. But he didn’t stay long enough to let me figure it out either because just as my muscles began to relax around him, he pulled out completely. I groaned in frustration at the empty feeling he left inside me.

Silence filled the room except for the noises of my heavy breathing and a soft, amused chuckle from behind me. Jack enjoyed this game. It gave him control, and the power. I wanted him to have it, because I knew as soon as he released whatever he had planned, I would enjoy it just as much as him. But I still wanted him to hurry up and release it onto me.

“I have to pick Logan up in a couple of hours, you know.” He laughed softly, most likely at the begging tone in my voice.

His hand lightly rubbed the back of my thighs causing me to shiver for his touch again. I leaned in to him, and he pulled away, just slightly. I could still feel the heat from his hand, but I needed it back on my skin. I stilled my legs from moving, hoping I would feel his touch again and it worked. Again, his hand moved along my thighs and I resisted the urge to moan, or move, or whimper. I bit my lip to stay quiet and still so I wouldn’t lose that touch again. Slowly, his hand moved around to my front and I could no longer stay silent.

I moaned in pleasure and arched into his hand as he began rubbing my clit. The tight bundle of nerves pulsated against his fingers. I felt my orgasm beginning to build. I wanted to hide it from him so he would continue.

But I couldn’t. I moved against his hand fiercely, craving the only contact with him that I had. Really, I wanted his body all over me, his cock pounding into me, and his arms holding me tightly but I would greedily take whatever he had to give me.

“Damn it, Jack!” I cried out as his hand disappeared from mine again right as I was beginning to come. I was panting and sweating and all sorts of turned on. I was annoyed and pissed and wanting. My head spun from the overflow of heat and emotions rushing through me. I wanted to scream at him, kick him out, and have him throw me down on the bed and screw me like he had threatened to do last night.

I did none of it. This was what he wanted, what he needed. As much as I hated the feeling, I wanted to give it to him.

“I’ll never lie to you again, Jack.” The words came out choppy as I spoke between my deep breaths.

“Promise me.” I sighed when I heard his voice. It sounded soft and smooth and exactly how I wanted him to sound when he talked to me – kind and loving.

I nodded, but then remembered his earlier warning. “Promise.”

His hands came down instantly and turned me around to face him. My painfully hardened nipples tightened even further when they pressed against the light dusting of hair on his chest. His kiss was rough and passionate and everything I wanted. I linked my fingers behind his head and pulled him towards me as I slowly moved onto the bed. Thanking whoever could hear me that he came with me, and crawled onto the bed above me, lining up his body and pressing it into me as I laid down on my messy covers.

“I could leave you like this. If I left you now, frustrated and so close to coming, you’d understand exactly what I felt like this morning when I got home, wanting to sink into you and finding you gone.”

I shook my head. “Please don’t.”

A small gentle smile tugged at Jack’s lips. “Do you want it fast or slow?”

I thought about it for a split second, loving that he was actually giving me a choice when so far, he’s just taken me however he wanted it. I don’t know why I felt a sense of pride and achievement that he was letting me have my say. We hadn’t had sex slowly yet. It had all been lust filled and demanding and I wondered what slow sex with Jack would be like. He might have sex however I asked, but in the end, he’d enjoy it more if he was in the control of it. I didn’t mind either way; I simply wanted him.

“I’ll take it however you want to give it, Jack.”

He exhaled slowly and lowered his mouth to mine. “Thank you for listening to me today,” he said as he softly brushed his lips against mine.

Slowly, his hips leaned back and then forward, lining up at my opening. I widened my legs further and arched into him, once again feeling the tip of him against me. In one, long, drawn out movement, Jack inched into me. So slowly, I thought I might explode before he was fully inside me. If this was his idea of slow, it was more torturous than what he did before. I tried to arch into him, to take more of him, but he stilled and admonished me with his eyes.

“You said however I wanted it.” I felt scolded, but only until I saw the amusement flicker across his eyes.

“You’re killing me,” I moaned as he pushed the rest of the way in, completely filling me.

“You amaze me,” he said as he slowly pulled back out, and then quickly rocked back into me. Then moved again, out --- slowly, in – as quickly as possible. By the third thrust, my insides were quivering and I was a mess of need and so close to coming. Every time he thrust into me, he spoke to me, his lips right on mine, but never kissing me, and never pulling away. It was the most erotic experience ever.

“You scare the hell out of me.” So that one wasn’t so erotic in words, but I knew what he meant because I felt the exact same way as him.

“You challenge my control.”

“You drive me crazy.”

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