Page 99 of Surviving Love
“Oh, fuck,” I rasped, digging my feet into the bed.
“Finally,” he whispered. His pupils were blown with lust, and his lips parted as he pumped inside me. “Sofuckinggood.”
I moved with him now, matching his rhythm and clamping down on his width. He hissed and picked up the pace, thrusting into me faster and faster. He rocked his hips, and I moved with him. There was such a beautiful give-and-take to the moment. I’d never experienced that with anyone before. Jack didn’t just use my body; he took what he wanted but also gave me what I needed.
His desperate breaths hitched in his throat every time he entered me. We twisted around each other, kissing and sucking. His hard abs rubbed relentlessly over my aching dick with every thrust. I could feel him swelling inside me, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Oh, god, Jack,” I whimpered as my balls throbbed. “I’m… I’m…” I cried out, my body seizing like I’d been jolted by lightning. My dick jerked and spilled a creamy river, smearing between our undulating bodies.
He watched me, eyes bright with need. “Fuck, yeah,” he whispered, studying me. “So beautiful.” He growled, and I felt him jerk deep inside me. Even with a condom on, the sensation of his cock throbbing and filling the rubber was tangible. Eventually, his movements slowed, and he lowered his weight onto me.
I stroked his back, kissing his shoulder and pushing my fingers into his damp hair. I could barely believe Jack was with me. I wanted to savor his scent and touch for as long as possible. I had no idea how long he’d stay in LA or when I’d see him again.
He carefully pulled out of me and fell beside me on the bed. He was still breathing hard, his stomach rising and falling swiftly. I liked that he kept one hand on my thigh. I needed that connection with him. After a few moments, he grabbed some tissues from the nightstand, and he gently cleaned my stomach.
Then he tossed those used tissues and the condom in the trash next to the bed. I waited for what he’d do next and was pleasantly surprised when he lay down again, pulling me against him. I rested my hand on his muscular chest, feeling safe. There had always been something about Jack that had made me feel protected. Even when we’d been at odds, he’d watched out for me.
Outside, the thunder still rolled, and the lightning flashed every few minutes. The sound of the rain hitting the roof was lulling, and I felt sleepy and relaxed. “This is cozy,” I murmured.
“Remember the last time we were alone together during a storm?” he asked, his voice husky.
“No. Could you remind me?”
He lifted his head, scowling. When he saw me smiling, he laughed. “Not nice, Mason.”
“Of course I remember. That was the first time we had sex.”
“Yep. I couldn’t help myself. I was lying there with your body so close, and I just had to go for it. I was pleasantly surprised when you didn’t punch me in the balls.”
I laughed. “I was too turned on to say no. Although, I couldn’t understand why I was attracted to someone I disliked.”
“I was having a similar struggle.” He turned on his side, and his eyes met mine. “I didn’t expect to find someone like you.”
“You mean on a TV show?” I asked quietly.
“No. I mean on the planet.”
I sighed. “My mom always warned me to watch out for people. To trust no one. She’s always cautioned that people will always let you down, but meeting you was the opposite. I thought I knew what you were like, and then I had to completely change my mind.”
His cheek curved in a smile. “Same. I had a preconceived idea of what you’d be like. The reality of you was mesmerizing.”
“That’s fancy.”
“Well, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” He frowned. “After you left, I wanted to leave too. I wanted to know how and what you were doing.”
“Really?”
He nodded.
I smiled. “But there was that little matter of a million dollars.”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “I wasn’t completely honest about what I wanted to do with the money.”
“No?”
“I always planned on expanding my business. I am expanding. But the real reason I wanted the prize money was so I could take part of it and start a foundation in Abby’s name.”
“That’s wonderful, Jack.”
