Page 50 of Flyboy
"Shit." They weren't going to go slow now. Her alarm was due to go off in four minutes. "I need to get ready for work."
Jack turned his head, a sexy smile stretching his lips. "I'll help."
"Ah…"
"C'mon." He catapulted out of bed, rounded the end, and came to her side totally uncaring of his nudity. Not that she'd complain. Looking at Jack was never a hardship. "Let's get you in the shower."
"You don't need—"
He cut her off with a kiss. Pulling back, he grinned; one hand lowering to grip his cock, he said, "Oh, baby, Ineed."
Gaze glued to his stroking hand, she licked her lips. The thought of getting her mouth on him had her pulse jumping and her legs squeezing. Except there wasn't time to indulge. Not the way she liked. The way he liked. Unless… "I could take care of that for you."
Letting go of his erection, he laughed and bent down, slipping his arms under her back and legs. "As much as I'd love that we're going to save it for another time. Right now, I want you wet and slippery."
Wrapping her arms around his neck she said, "You already achieved that."
"Oh yeah, I did, but we'll be making that wetter and slipperier before we're done. I want every inch of you hot and wet and sliding against me." He stood with her in his arms and headed for the en suite. "Right now, I'm glad your sister picked the furthest room from this one as hers."
Alyssa jolted in his hold, her gaze swinging to the bedroom door. "Shit!" She hadn't given one thought to Penny. How bad was it that her sister hadn't entered her mind at all? She'd never had to worry about being quiet before, not that she was a screamer or anything, but she definitely got vocal during sex, especially with Jack. "Do you think she heard us?" she whispered.
Jack laughed. "I doubt it. And the walls are soundproofed."
"What? How do you know that?" Her eyes darted around the room.
"Ah, um, they look like they are and, um, on construction as new as this I'd expect it," he stumbled over his reply and her gaze moved back to him.
"Oh. Really?" Something about his explanation seemed off but she wasn't a builder. What would she know? She barely managed to lift a hammer to whack a picture hook in a wall.
"Yep." He walked right into the shower recess before lowering her feet to the floor. "Now. Let's get to work on that wet and slippery."
He cranked on the water and a blast of cold spray hit her in the back making her yelp and jump out of the way. "Shit, that's freezing!"
"Don't worry." From behind her, Jack's arms slid around her waist, his hands gliding up her ribs to palm her breasts. "I'll warm you up," he murmured against the sensitive slope of her neck.
He tweaked her nipples, making her back arch as a shot of pure pleasure arrowed down and found its target between her legs. Heat burst; heavy and swelling in her sex, it dampened her folds with slickness.
One thing she was guaranteed of with Jack was he never said anything he didn't follow through on. If he said it, he meant it—did it. He'd said he would warm her up and he had. So much so her skin beaded with sweat beneath the water flowing over them.
Humming against the curve of her neck, he tugged and twisted on the taut buds until her whole body vibrated with anticipation—with arousal. He touched nowhere else except his chest pressed to her back, his hands on her breasts, and his lips on her throat. She shouldn't be this ramped up, this close to another mind-blowing orgasm but there was no denying the need coiling tighter and tighter in her core.
"Jack." She writhed in his embrace. Ground her ass against the hard shaft pressing between her cheeks. "Please."
"Slow," he murmured in her ear. Sharp teeth and a hot tongue played with her lobe. A slick swipe and a biting pull made her gasp. "We're going nice and slow this time."
"I can't," she begged. No one made her want the way Jack did. "Please, Flyboy."
"Fuck!" His hips bucked, his hands squeezed and then she was spun, lifted, and slammed chest to chest, lips to lips against him. "Legs up," he demanded.
He didn't have to ask, she was already raising her legs, wrapping them around him. Angling her hips, she clamped her thighs against his waist and rocked. Rocked and rolled until she felt the plump head of his shaft poised at her slick entrance.
"Oh, yeah, just like that." He held her tighter, dug his fingers in to the cheeks of her ass and growled, "All of it," into her mouth.
With the punch of his hips, he drove his cock root deep in a single wet slide and her air became his, her gasp swallowed by his mouth. She couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything except hold on.
Jack didn't seem to have the same problem. Pulling his mouth from hers, he shouted, "Fuck yes!" as he pumped into her.
The pace he'd set in their bed was a stroll in the park compared to the one he set now. He pistoned his hips, jackhammering his shaft into her clenching sex so fast and hard, bones jolted, dug into flesh, and sent stabs of pain into the waves of pleasure beating through her.
