Never Again - 16

Chapter 16 - the morning after 

the night before

Jack felt something move and for a moment panicked. He hadn’t woken with anyone in his bed in...ever! He’d always leave, or ask them to before deep sleep kicked in. Opening an eye he half groaned, there was enough light coming past the blinds that he knew it was morning, and he also knew there was a lissom, sweet scented body wrapped around him. Giving a second groan he noted that certain parts of him weren’t surprised that she was there. He was definitely standing to attention...or rather wanting attention. He took a moment to feel all that was happening - his arm was wrapped around her, her head was on his shoulder, hair fanning out over his arm. Her arm was draped around his waist, decidedly too low, then there was the slim calf settled between his two.

Averting his eyes he looked up at the ceiling above him, Erin-bloody-Bailey. Who’d have thought she’d be a rocket of cataclysmic proportions...and that despite every part of his sensible brain screaming ‘run away’, he’d be rolling his body towards her and stroking her hair as her eyelashes fluttered in the first stages of wakening?

Erin kept her eyes closed longer than was necessary, she could feel Jack against her, his rough haired leg around hers, his strong shoulder under her head, and his firm torso against her breasts. Oh God was her first thought, then Wow! She couldn’t deny that the previous night had been the most awe inspiring of her life. The things they’d done! She felt herself blush at the thought.

                “No one blushes in their sleep Erin Bailey. Are you going to open your eyes?”

His voice penetrated every level of her brain, flicking open one set of long lashes; she gazed up at her from a clear blue eye. Jack felt his heart twang, and his erection swell at the sight of that glimpse of her sexy gaze. She’d looked at him like that, from under hooded lashes, so many times last night, and most of the time it had been accompanied by her moaning his name, and he’d watched as her pupils had flared as each orgasm had washed over her.

                “I’m still asleep!” she muttered sleepily.

He chuckled, “and you are one sexy sleeper!” Though she seemed to pretty much do anything sexily.

She opened the other eye, “and you are the King of Schmooze!”

Jack’s eyes were wide as he moved over her, each tiny movement of his body opening up so much of hers to his eyes, his lips and his hands. Finally over her, he propped his weight through his elbows resting either side of her head, his hips nudged between her thighs, “I should be hurt that you think me so superficial! But I spoke the truth...you even snore cutely!”

His words cut through the hypnotic effect of his perfect body, his stubbled jaw, and those all seeing eyes, and Erin’s eyes widened and a firm index finger jabbed at his ribs in indignation...then she gasped, “is that your bad side?” The memories of those vivid bruises suddenly flashed in her mind. She’d wanted to make a point, a physical dig in jest, but it had backfired on her in dramatic fashion, only a week ago he’d broken his ribs badly.

There was humour in his face, as it hovered just a few inches from hers, “I’m not screaming like a baby, so you’re safe! And you can act all coy and angry, but you DO snore...and it IS cute!”

His smile was sickly sweet and she rolled her eyes. “I don’t snore! And you won’t change my mind on that!”

She watched as his tongue slipped out from between his soft lips, then lashed out to flick over hers. It was meant to be an ice breaker, make her smile, but it was the most erotic thing she’d ever felt. Erin ran her hands around his body to link over his spine, then tugged him down so that his lips kissed her properly.

And as with all the previous occasions, the contact of their mouths lit a fast acting fuse, and the explosion was only seconds away, and there was no barrier between them, their bodies were touching skin to skin, and therefore no delay in him entering her, joining them together for the innumerable time in eight hours. She’d never felt this high, never had a man so encouraging, so eager to please, and so energetic with it. Her memories of Max were reduced to ineffective gropes. Suddenly sex had become making love, and she was with a master, a man who not only knew what her body was capable, but enjoyed showing her.

Slumped over his body, Erin struggled to control her breathing, at some point he’d rolled her on top of him, thought she could barely recount the exact moment. Jack’s body was a distraction, his arms around her, his thighs encasing hers, and his warm breath on her shoulder. For a moment she only thought of this moment, being here with Just Jack, not the world famous footballer, the playboy, the flirt, but with the man who’d spent weeks wooing her, and most of the night driving her to the dizzy heights of extreme pleasure.

                “Mmm,” she moaned as his lips fastened onto her skin, just that contact was enough to rekindle the warm feeling of desire deep within her, “you are...” the words faded as his lips took hers. Amazing, beautiful, a gift from God, there were a million words she could have chosen to fill the gap in her sentence, but she surrendered to the kiss and kept them to herself.

                “I thought you said you were out of practice!” He finally managed, “you’ve run rings around me all night!”

Lifting her head, Erin looked down into Jack’s eyes and grinned, “well you definitely blew the cobwebs away!”

He almost choked at that, and as he spluttered and laughed, he realised how glad he was that Erin was here this morning, and by that he meant that she was herself, no awkwardness, no dashing off. He’d thought he would have hated waking with her, the invasion into his private time, but it was perfect, they laughed as she separated their bodies, sliding back to lie beside him.

                “It’s nine!” She exclaimed reaching to the side table for his watch. “Shit! I’ve got to get down to Cheltenham today to get Barney! Damn you for making me stay yesterday!” Her words were in scorn, but even as she lay beside him, her body still rosy from loving, she knew that she wouldn’t have wanted any other way of spending her weekend.

Grinning he reached out a hand to cup her breast, his thumb lazily toying with her nipple, “you’d never have been here last night then, and I for one wouldn’t have missed it for the world!” the puckering of the flesh under his finger blocked out any retort from her, instead he lowered his lips to replace his thumb.

Erin grinned, he was right. It was worth it alright, but she still had a long journey later. As difficult as it was, she lifted his hand and face from her chest, then rolled up to sitting, the bright lights were unforgiving and she was suddenly hyperaware of her nudity. He was used to models, women with perfect figures, and equally perfect features, very little about her was perfect. Breasts too big, waist too thick, she’d once favoured her legs, long and fairly slim, but Max had berated even them so many times that she couldn’t see any pride in them. Suddenly she needed to cover up, limit the damage, hoping that at least he’d remember more than her flaws.      

Reaching for the bra she managed to slide it on, and despite his giggles and his attempts to stop her fastening it, she secured it, then reached for her sweater.  She had her leggings, but still couldn’t find her thong, or what remained of it. The thought of not wearing underwear seemed such a foreign concept, but she couldn’t spend any longer looking for something that was probably damaged beyond use. The thought of a chamber finding them did cause a blush of shame, so she had another quick scramble under the bed, but to no avail.

Jack swung his legs out of the other side of the bed and found his boxer shorts. With them on he stood and strolled to the bathroom. When he emerged  Erin was pulling on her boots.

                “Missing something?”

She glanced up to see a scrap of lace hanging from his outstretched finger. “Ahh!” She walked towards him and snatched for her thong, as damaged as it was, but he whipped it away, tucking it in the rear of his shorts.

                “Souvenir! Or blackmail  item if you start playing hard to get!”

As he reached for his jeans Erin hated the way that she jumped up and down on the spot in temper, but he had the ability to rile her SO much. He’d pulled his jumper on before he reached for her and pulled her into his arms.

                “You even do angry funnily!” Then he kissed her nose. “I’ll drive you to your parents, I promised I would.”

Erin tried to hide the panic that surged inside her, her father would hate him, for SO many reasons, and then there was the thought of spending all day in the confines of a car with him, she wanted time and space to dissect the previous evening. She couldn’t do that with the distraction of him next to her.

                “It’s ok, I have some family things to do when I get there...” She smiled at him and played her trump card, “after all a night of good sex does not equal ‘meet the family’!”

She was spot on correct, but it was no consolation to him, the rejection hurt him deeply, and as he watched her walk out of the room after a perfunctory kiss, not even letting him see her home, he felt cheated, disappointed, and a little angry.