Page 53 of Surviving Love
I lay as still as possible, listening to the rain. It was still dark, and I had no idea how much time had passed. The rain sounded less harsh, and the wind had died down. Jack shifted his position, letting out a little groan. My pulse sped up as his thighs nestled against mine. I was embarrassed when my body responded to the feel of his. My dick warmed and pressed my zipper, and I bit the inside of my cheek to distract myself.
My breathing picked up because of my anxiety, and I wrestled with what to do. If I pushed him away, he’d wake up for sure. But he’d wake up eventually either way. Maybe it was best to bite the bullet and turn away from him again. At least then perhaps my fucking erection would go down. I was considering the best way to twist around without disturbing Jack when I became aware his breathing had changed.
“Well, this isn’t awkward at all,” Jack said quietly.
Heat flooded my face. “I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Why didn’t you want to wake me?”
“I… I don’t know.”
I expected him to pull his arm away, but he didn’t. Shock rolled through me when he actually leaned into me, tightening his arm. Our bodies were so close, it was impossible not to notice that he too was aroused. I felt like I was hyperventilating as I whispered, “What are you doing?”
“I’m not sure.”
I swallowed hard. “You should let me go.”
“I know.”
Instead of releasing me, he inched closer, and when his warm mouth claimed mine, my brain seemed to short-circuit with lust. At first, I stiffened, but as his heat and scent seeped into me, I instinctively opened my lips to his tongue. A moan escaped me, and he swallowed that wanton sound, deepening the kiss. Need washed through me as we pressed our bodies closer.
One warm hand slid under my wet T-shirt, and his rough palms smoothed over my flesh. He rubbed my nipples until they beaded against his palm, and another desperate sound escaped my tight throat. It was obvious from the way he pushed forward confidently that he was way more experienced than me. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d only been with two guys my whole life. One of them had ended up being my boyfriend for a few years, until the accident. Tony hadn’t been a stand-by-your-man type of guy.
Thunder crashed outside, but I was too distracted to care. Jack tasted so fucking good, and the feel of his muscular body moving against mine drove me nuts. I’d never given in to pure instinct before, and it was exhilarating. Was this what it felt like to just live your life? Not obsess about tomorrow? I didn’t want to think or worry about how stupid I was being. I just wanted tofeel.
“Unzip your jeans,” he rasped.
For whatever reason, I obeyed. Probably the first time Jack had given me an order that I didn’t resent. My hands shook as I lowered my zipper, and he pushed his hand inside my jeans. His big hand slipped under the waistband of my briefs, and he took hold of my swollen dick.
“Touch me,” he ordered.
I’d been so distracted by my lust, I hadn’t noticed he’d managed to pull his shorts down below his ass. Excitement jolted through me as I gently took hold of his cock. He was big. Thick. I swept my thumb over the seeping head of his dick, and he shivered.
“Squeeze me, Mason. Harder.” His voice was tinged with desperation.
As he spoke, he stroked me, using my precum to slick the way. His hand was calloused, and it felt amazing against my tender flesh. He took my mouth again, aggressively, and we began to jerk each other off. My balls ached with the need to come as he moved his hand faster and faster.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, moving my hips in time to his hand. “Oh, fuck, Jack.”
“Yeah, give in to it.” He groaned and thrust into my hand, sucking on my lips and tongue. What we were doing together felt hotter than anything I’d done the whole time I was with Tony. Full-on sex with my ex had never felt as good as Jack stroking me toward my climax.
I panted harshly, seeking more friction and begging for release. Jack whispered dirty words against my mouth, telling me all the things he wanted to do to me. Logically, I realized this was the dumbest thing I’d ever done. But that was partly why I liked it too. Jerking off with a guy I wasn’t even sure I liked was an exciting departure from my boring life.
The storm outside our shelter had nothing on me. My lust swirled and ravaged me like the winds battering our lean-to. If the show decided not to keep filming, I’d never see Jack again. This was probably my one and only time to touch and taste him. With that in mind, I kissed him deep, sucking on his tongue and enjoying the feel of his velvety hardness in my hand.
The movements of his hand stuttered, and his dick seemed to grow in my fingers. He was on the edge. Jack was one of the toughest men I’d ever met, and he was whimpering with need because of me. I loved having that power over him. I quickened my movements, and he groaned as his body went rigid. Hot release spilled over my fingers, and he shuddered against me.
“Fuck,” he growled, thrusting into my hand and pressing his face into my throat. He rolled his hips, rutting against me clumsily. “So good.”
Feeling him come in my hand was an incredible turn-on. My climax jerked through my entire body, and with a cry, I came hard in his squeezing fingers. He kissed me as I let loose, and his soft lips caressed mine as jolts of pleasure rattled through me. I couldn’t believe that Jack of all people had just jerked me off.
Once the frenzy passed, I felt foolish. Regret immediately washed through me, and I pulled my hand away from him. He was slower to release me, but once he did, he sat up on his elbow. My face was pulsing with heat, and I was thankful he couldn’t see me.
The hut smelled like sex, mud, and wet bamboo. Sticky release from Jack coated my fingers, and my abs were covered in mine. What had I been thinking? Why had I allowed myself to be carried away on an erotic cloud?
Jack pulled off his T-shirt. “Here,” he said gruffly, pushing his soft shirt into my chest. “Wipe off with this.”
I took the shirt and did as he suggested. As the seconds ticked by, the heat in my face didn’t fade, and the regret only worsened. “That was stupid,” I mumbled finally.
