Then he looked to Justin and extended his hand. Justin took a second too long before taking Jack’s hand. “Justin Smith.”
Jack nodded and I watched, noticing his reaction was different to Justin than to Kyle. Something passed between them unspoken. Not good.
After a few minutes of exchanging pleasantries, Jack asked Sienna. “What time do I need to have her back tomorrow?”
Sienna smiled, “Afternoon?” She redirected the question to Kyle and Justin with a look and an arched eyebrow.
Justin responded with an edge to his voice. “Early afternoon. I want to rework your set list.”
Jack turned to face me, a slight smirk on his face. “Ready to go, or do I carry you out of here?” I knew he would do it, because he had done it before in the middle of a bar when I didn’t start leaving fast enough.
I furrowed my brow to him in challenge and he responded by raising his eyebrows, daring me to question his intentions to carry through with his threat. I laughed and shook my head. “Goodnight, guys.”
Jack had a car and driver waiting out front. He gave the driver the name of a hotel and grabbed my hand tightly, lacing our fingers as he settled back for the drive. I turned to speak to him, but before I could get out two words, his mouth was on mine. We were oblivious to the fact that we had pulled up at the hotel until the driver cleared his throat to catch our attention.
We weaved our way through the hotel halls in a frantic quest for Jack’s room and privacy. As usual, I followed a few steps behind Jack’s long strides, struggling to keep up with his pace. We arrived at his room and Jack put the key in, opening the door for me to enter before him and then following me in grabbing me firmly by the hips as he walked us to the bed.
The back of my legs hit the bed and Jack’s lips covered mine urgently. Our mouths pressed tightly against each other as our tongues collided with insatiable need. Whatever needed to be said was going to be expressed, the words would follow later. He pulled my shirt over my head and relieved me of my bra before I had even realized I was half undressed. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he took my taut nipple into his mouth. I felt the sharp sting of his teeth as he bit down firmly, pulling my body tightly against his. I felt his thick arousal press into me and a moan escaped at the sensation of his hardness pressing firmly between my legs. Jack took my mouth again, pulling me into a kiss so passionate that it bordered on violent. He leaned forward and lay me on the bed, removing the rest of our clothes in a frenzy. When we were both bare, he hovered over me, his thick arousal pressing firmly against my clit as he ever so slightly moved up and down, massaging my most sensitive nerves. His forearms framed both sides of my head and his thumbs gently stroked my cheeks as he continued his slight movement that had me on the brink of ecstasy.
“Tell me,” Jack growled, his face an inch away, his eyes searching mine.
“I belong to you, Jack.” My words came out breathless.
Jack growled as he pushed himself inside of me, burying himself to the hilt in one long, strong stroke. He stayed buried deep for a moment, unmoving. Each second that ticked by, my body longed for release. I had been so close to my release and being so full pushed me so near the edge that it was unbearable.
“Jack, please move for me.”
Jack’s response was to tighten his grip on me and roll us so that I was on top of him. I was relieved that I would be able to find the friction that I so desperately needed. Jack loosened his grip on my back, allowing me to rise and sit on him, controlling my own pleasure.
“Ride me, babe. I need to watch you.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. I began to gyrate my hips in small circles, keeping his thick, hard c**k firmly planted inside of me. Each time I circled, his length hit a spot on the inside of me that felt like heaven. My slow gyrations became more pronounced until I was on the edge. One more circle and I knew I would be over, but I wanted Jack to take the ride with me. Together. I stopped and rose up on my knees, using my thighs to support my weight, and then squeezed and slammed back down, seating him until my wetness was flush against his skin.
“Fuck, Syd,” Jack growled, tightening his grip on my hips and lifting me again, before I slammed down on him yet again. My eyes shut and my head fell back as I quickened the pace, riding him firmly up and down, up and down, each time taking him fully inside of me.
“Syd,” he growled softly once again, as one of his hands reached up between my legs, finding my clit with his thumb. He pushed down gently and massaged small circles in the same rhythm that I moved up and down along his long shaft. My eyes closed as my orgasm began to tear through me.
“Open your eyes.”
My eyes opened to find his gaze and he watched as my orgasm washed over me as I said his name over and over.
“Beautiful, babe.”
When he saw my orgasm had begun to ebb, Jack held me firmly in place, one hand on each side of my hips as he lifted me almost completely off of him and brought me down harshly as he thrust forward into me with three quick deep thrusts. Only then did he allow himself his own release. I felt the heat of his se**n shoot into me as he emptied his body and filled mine deeply.
***
The next morning started out the same way that the night had ended, with Jack inside of me. I knew we needed to talk, but since the day Jack and I had met we communicated our feelings in more than just words. The night before had been about raw emotions and need. But the next morning was about making love and giving to each other.
It was almost noon before we were satiated long enough to keep our hands off of each other. Anyone looking in on us from the outside would have sworn we were lovers kept apart for months, but the reality was it had only been a week since we had last seen each other.
We lay in bed, each on our side, facing each other. Jack tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear and then gently caressed my cheek as he spoke, his voice soft and tender.
“Let’s start with the easy stuff, babe.”
I nodded my head in agreement, although I wasn’t quite sure what part of our discussion was going to be easy.
“I can’t handle the thought of another man in your room. I actually can’t handle the thought of a man within fifty feet of you, but I do my best to keep my temper under control. I can’t keep it under control when I’m thinking about a man near you in a hotel room.” Jack’s voice was low and intense, but yet calm and controlled at the same time.
“I get it now. It was innocent when it happened and that’s why I never even gave it any thought.”