Broken Wings (A Romantic Suspense)(51)

“Nothing, I’m not sad right now.”

“Oh.”

He starts to move but falls on his back when I press on his shoulder. He grabs me and I have to wriggle loose as I reach over him to snatch the last condom on the nightstand.

My hands tremble as I tear open the wrapper. I can barely get it. Jack rubs my back with his hand as I do. He doesn’t stop me. He knows I want to do this. It means something to me.

God, he’s huge. I can’t believe this is about to go inside me. I roll it down and he jerks when I gently hold his balls in my hand. I press his cock down against his stomach and quickly dip down and lick the spot where his shaft meets his balls, and pull back as his whole body shudders. He likes that.

A few days ago I never thought I’d be thinking this, but I hate my scars for the way the keep me from opening my mouth all the way. I want him in my mouth, I want to feel him trembling between my lips. He made me come with his mouth, his face buried between my legs. I want to feel that, to look up at him as he stares down at me. Give myself to him completely.

I’ll have to settle for this. I throw my leg over him and sit on his legs, then lift up on my knees and grasp his cock in my hand, guiding him inside me. It’s still awkward to get him in at first. I have to rub the head against me even though I’m sopping wet, aching to be filled. When he finally slides inside me…

I slip, my knee goes out from under me, and I yelp as I take him all at once, oh my God. The look of confused ecstasy on his face is like a sugar-sweet kiss. I sit there trembling, straddling him, groaning as I try to get used to the sensation of his cock filling me up. I love feeling it, love it when he puts it all the way in and doesn’t move.

I touch myself, low, under my belly button. “All the way in,” I say, poking the spot where it must reach.

Jack snorts and starts laughing, and I join him. The shaking in his body flows into mine. I can feel him through his cock. I can feel his heartbeat, pounding fast and hard. I start to move, just barely, and he grabs my hips and stops me. His hands slide up my sides, and I feel a quiver of shame as he touches my scars, but his expression never shifts, until he gets this stupid, goofy grin on his face as he cups my breasts.

He doesn’t have to say it. I can feel his thoughts. I’m touching your boobs, Ellie!

I can’t help it, I giggle. Until I grab his hand, pull it up to my chin, and suck his finger. Jack thrusts up into me from below and I start pumping my hips. I grab his wrists and keep his hands pressed over my breasts, so he won’t try to grab my hips and slow my rhythm. The look on his face is incredible.

“Horny, huh?” he gasps.

“Yeah,” is all I can manage. It feels so good.

Jack strains under me, those beautiful muscles tensing and flexing as the feeling of my body stroking his cock turns his expression from strained pleasure to slack and back again.

I finally can’t stop him from sitting up and wrapping his arms around me. He falls and pulls me back down, presses me against him, and I let go, relax, and let him thrust into me from below as he pins me to his chest.

I don’t like feeling confined, but I love feeling trapped by Jack’s powerful arms, enclosed and held. I can’t even control the angle or how fast he f*cks me…and I like it. I can just let go and feed on his energy, flowing into me, expanding, making my head go all fuzzy.

I grip him hard and my throat burns from stopping myself from crying out. I shiver and squirm, full-body shocks passing through me in uncontrollable spasms. I start to lose it quickly and jerk upright, trembling wildly, sitting on him, biting my bottom lip to stay quiet.

It just keeps going, every time it fades back I think it’s over but it comes back harder. I can feel him finishing inside me, bucking up into me from below. When I can’t take it anymore I fall over onto the bed and curl up into a ball.

“Hey, you okay?” Jack says, panting, red faced, sweaty.

He strokes my arm as I nod and lie there. Everything is too much. The sheets, his touch, even my own breathing is too loud. Jack pulls back when he sees me tense from his touch and waits, smiling to himself in satisfaction.

I finally reach out and grab his hand, lace my fingers through his, and squeeze.

“That good, huh?”

“Yeah. That good.”

“We need to get cleaned up then get going. Bathroom is across the hall.”

“You go first. I need to rest a bit.”

I’m not sure how long I sleep, just a quick catnap. I wake to Jack gently shaking my shoulder. He’s warm and smells clean and his hair is wet, and I want to shove him back down on the bed and jump on him again, but there’s no time and we’re out of condoms.

My legs are still a little shaky. I put on the same robe he used and dart across the hall, lock myself in, and take a quick, hot shower. I’m a little sore and still a little tired, yawning my way back to the guest bedroom.

When I get inside Jack grabs me and yanks my robe off. I play at wriggling out of his arms but I let him hold me, run his hands over my body. He stops just short of slipping his hand between my legs, and instead dresses me. He clasps my bra, pulls a fresh sweatshirt over my head, and fluffs my hair with his fingers.

“Ready to go?”

I slip into my shoes and nod.

Yeah, ready to go.

I smell food. Jack’s mom made sausage and eggs, and the girls are already eating.