Page 24 of It Never Happened
“Have you been with anyone since… us?”
Us. Such a simple word, but it carries all the complications.
I look at him and shake my head. He lets out the breath he was holding.
“What about you?” I ask.
“No one.”
“Bullshit!” I yell, and he holds my hand tighter when I try to pull away.
“No. One.” He’s so serious, I know he’s telling the truth.
“Jack. It's been a really long time.”
“No one was ever going to compare to you, Coco. Why bother to find someone new if I already had the best thing to ever happen to me and lost her?” I look down to our joined hands. “You’re still the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on.” With his thumb, he brushes my bottom lip, outlining it.
“If we do this, I need you to choose us. Going forward, right now, chooseusor never again.” The words fall fast from my lips. I know it’s my heart speaking and not my head. And I have no choice but to go with it.
“I’ll choose you every damn time, Courtney. Every fucking time.” He leans in, capturing my lips, and the moment we touch it’s like there's been no time between us at all. Every bit of him comes rushing back, and my heart is full sitting next to him.
He cups my face and continues to kiss me like he needs to catch up on all the years lost. I feel frozen in place just letting usfeelagain. His hand drifts down my front, his fingers feathering my neck and my collar bone, lingering just above my breast like he’s unsure he should keep going. When I nip his bottom lip, I feel him smile against me. He pulls back slightly, looking at me with hooded eyes as he cups my breast, smoothing his thumb over my nipple.
I suck in a sharp breath; having not been touched inyears, the feeling is electric. Everything inside me is going haywire right now.
He continues to rub his thumb back and forth, and I squirm on the couch. “Jack.” I whisper his name, my eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his hand on me.
“Fuck. I missed you.” He leans back and pulls me onto his lap. I grind down on him like we’re teenagers searching for contact. Our need for each other only gets stronger and more frantic. I rip my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor before he’s kissing me again. Our hands are everywhere.
“Jack, please. I need it.” I fall to the side of him as he struggles to get out of his jeans, and I yank at my pajama bottoms, kicking them off. He slides his boxers down to his thighs, and I take him in my hand instantly.
He throws his head back on the couch. “Oh god, that's so good.” His sigh is long and turns into a moan the faster I stroke him. He reaches for my breasts, kneading them before grabbing my waist and pulling me over him. “Are you still on the pill?” When I nod he says, “Pull these to the side. I can’t wait.”
I kneel above him, pulling my panties to the side, and position him at my entrance. In one long stroke, he’s inside and I call out. The burn is so good, the stretch is so much.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
I try to gather a breath. “No. Just give me a moment.” We’re both panting and trying to gain control.
“I forgot how vocal you are, Coco.” He smirks when I look at him. “You better keep it down if you want to finish.”
I begin to rock on him, and his mouth drops open. I trace his lips with my pointer finger before dipping it in his mouth. He sucks on it, flicking the tip with his tongue. I pull it out and rub my clit as I work my hips faster on hisdick. “I’m going to finish right now. Hope you can keep it up.”
His lips twist and his eyes dilate even more. “You’re still my fucking fantasy come to life.” He grabs my hips, holding my body tight, and begins to pound into me while I rub circles around my clit. My breaths are short as we kiss, and I lean my forehead against his.
“I’m close, Jack.”
“Do that thing you do. Take me with you.” His words are short and clipped, and I know he’s close too.
Remembering how he loved this, I reach back, cupping his balls before adding pressure. I roll my hips in a wave motion, and when he reaches down to touch my clit, I fall apart. I cry out quickly, then bite my lip trying to keep quiet. His body locks up, and I feel him spasm inside me. He grunts, his mouth hanging open, eyes hooded as he watches me. A bit of sweat trickles down his temple, and I collapse on his chest, still rolling my body slowly, bringing us down from a high we haven’t reached in years.
“I forgot how good it was,” I pant out.
“I didn't. I’ve played our nights over and over in my head for the last five years. I’ve never forgotten how you feel, Coco.”
I lay against his chest, our heartbeats matching in rhythm, and fight for something to say. I have no words; five minutes ago this was a great idea, but now I feel confused.
“So, did I convince you?”
