Never Again - 15

Chapter 15 - the plot thickens...

(Warning! Adult Content)

Jack booked the room confidently, whereas Erin stood beside him feeling like some sort of cheap date. She couldn’t meet the eyes of anyone at the reception desk and barely lifted her eyes until they were ensconced in the lift.

                “Hey, you don’t have to do this?” he offered sensing her embarrassment; he tilted her head up to look her in the eye.

                “I want to!” She insisted. It was just that she felt like a whore, being dragged off to a room as EVERYONE knew what they were doing. It was so long since Max had been part of her life, but the humiliation, the way the demise of her relationship had been so public, in her working world everyone knew and had an opinion on all that had happened. She couldn’t bare that sort of intrusive scrutiny again.  “I just don’t...” She couldn’t vocalise her words.

Jack smiled, “no one here knows anything about us, who we are, why we’re here. And this hotel of all around the town is known for its discretion. There’ll be no judging, I swear.”

                “You’ve done this before!” She hated the accusation in her voice, but it hurt to think that she may be the latest in a long list of women he’d booked a room with.

Jack laughed softly, his fingers still tilting her chin upwards, “you have such a shitty opinion of me!” Pecking a kiss on her nose, he added, “I’m not in the habit of doing this. I’d suggest my place...but it’s a sensitive subject, and knowing you the way I do, I’m thinking you’ll be pigheaded and refuse to come to mine...I’m always abusing your hospitality, neutral territory was the only real option. Don’t you think?”

When she wanted to shout, be angry with him, he said something so perfect, something that showed he completely understood all she was thinking. That wasn’t what she wanted, sympathy, understanding, it was so much easier to deal with an alpha male, demanding, uncaring...

The lift stopping brought her mind back to the here and now, and she followed him out into the corridor, the move an acceptance of the situation in itself. Jack’s hand moved from linking with hers, to rest around her shoulders, pull her close to him. Then found the room at the end of the corridor.

The card unlocked the door, and with each step her heart pounded quicker, the nausea of anticipation and anxiety rose, and her legs shook. Jack on the other hand was calm, relaxed and completely at ease. Flicking on a side light, he walked to the mini bar and pulled out a bottle of water. Pouring it into two glasses he watched Erin walk to the window, to stand and look out onto the dark City night.

                “Drink this,” he stood behind her, watching her reflection in the glass of the window, “you look stressed. Have this it’ll make you feel better.”

She took the drink, her free hand lifting to touch the glass, her fingers trailing down to fall to her side.  It was such a forlorn gesture that Jack immediately felt like a cad. He’d given her the chance to leave, but she wanted to be here, he was sure of that, she was just so anxious.

Lowering his head he placed his lips on the base of her neck, an inch below her hairline. “I’m not forcing this Erin, if you want to go...”

His hands had come to her hips at some point, and she placed her hand over one of them. “I’m just nervous Jack; it’s been a long time.”

It was the first time she’d called him Jack, and for as much as he liked her calling him Reilly, loving that it was almost a pet name, the sound of her saying his given name was the most sensual sound he’d ever known. Touching her skin again with his mouth, he smiled, “you’ve nothing to be nervous of Erin, and if truth be known, I’m more nervous than I ever have been before.”

                “Really?” She was watching the reflection of his head, moving against her neck, the creeping movement of his hands, as they slid from her hips up to her ribs, wide fingers splayed below her breasts.  It was intoxicating to watch the image reflected in front of her at the same time as feeling the heat, the electricity of the same movements throughout her body. Her legs felt weak, and the pressure of Jack’s thigh between her slightly parted ones was becoming a physical support as her limbs struggled to hold her.

As his hands moved slowly to cup each breast, her head fell back against his shoulder, and a moan escaped her lips. Jack felt a surge of excitement at that sound of surrender, and using his hands he hauled her back against him. Fortunately they were on the fifteenth floor, there were no windows overlooking this one, and he was finding the reflection as erotic as she was. His hands dropped once again to her hips, and as he slid them back up her body this time, he took her soft sweater with them.

It was like a slow teasing strip, her flesh becoming exposed inch by inch; Erin was writhing against him, and all he could feel was the softness of her buttocks against his rock hard erection. Digging his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck he elicited another moan, her lips parting in a look of rapture. He’d known that she was special, he’d wanted this for so long, but here, in the flesh she was so much more than he imagined.  She was honest and open in her responses to him, and that was what he wasn’t used to. Each movement, each sound was instinctive, and not calculated, and they were all addictive. Running his fingers over her bare stomach he was rewarded by another moan, she turned her head so that her lips met his neck and she reciprocated, her teeth snatching at the lobe of his ear.

Erin was in heaven, she’d never known such pleasure without anything really happening. His hands had barely touched her, his lips merely brushed at her neck, but she was a ball of quivering desire. All thoughts of nervousness, inadequacy were gone. Turning in his arms, she faced him, before she had any chance to speak, his lips devoured hers.

As his tongue invaded her mouth, she opened to him, meeting him head on with her own, a hand cupped her cheek, but the other remained on her body, still lifting the sweater. She gasped as her bare flesh came in contact with the cold glass of the window, but it wasn’t cold enough to quell her ardour. Her arms met around his neck, and it gave him the chance to lift her sweater higher, over her breasts, shoulders, and then as she lifted her arms, over them too. Tossing it to the floor, he leaned back to admire all that he’d revealed, her body was firm, not overly slim, and he liked that, as he did the rather voluptuous breasts, pale mounds that were struggling to be contained by the black balcony bra that was a stark contrast to her milky flesh.  For all the visual pleasures of her body, Jack was desperate to kiss her again.

Erin didn’t feel self conscious, she wasn’t embarrassed, if anything the look on Jack’s face was making her feel hotter, sexier...and more desperate. His hands were everywhere, pulling her towards him, away from the cold window, and in a very dextrous act, she watched him close the blinds without his lips leaving hers. By the time he’d completed the task, she’d started on his sweater, lifting up over his defined stomach and muscular chest, her hands dragging through the light spattering of hair that spread around each of his dark nipples. Her fingers lingered over them, loving the groan that each rake of her fingers caused. Then she spotted the angry green bruises along one side of his torso and gently touched them, he never complained about them, even though there was obvious evidence that he was anything but healed.

Dragging his lips from hers, he tossed his sweater across the room, then pulled her half naked body back against his own. The feel  of flesh on bare flesh caused Erin to gasp, Jack chuckled, lowering his lips to her ear, biting at the lobe as he breathed, “You are unbelievable.”

Mutual! She thought, though his lips on her throat eliminated any chance of speaking. She felt like a prima ballerina as he tipped her backwards over his arm, exposing more of her throat, lifting her breasts towards his lips. With his teeth he managed to tug back one of the lace cups, exposing a dark puckered nipple, which felt as hard as a bullet to her. Jack’s groan before his lips captured it ramped up the swirling heat of arousal coursing through her belly.

                “God you’re beautiful!” He exclaimed, lifting his head for a second as his spare hand unclasped her bra. Nudging it away he turned his attention to the opposite side giving the other equally charged nipple the same tender care.

                “And you’re so good!” She managed to gasp as her body threatened to implode.

Helping her back to upright, Jack kissed her once more, then stood as she explored his chest, offering him the same inspection, nips, licks and nuzzles as she’d received. Dropping to his knees, he took a leg and unzipped her boot, pulling her foot free, then he repeated on the other side.

                “Lose the trousers!” He growled as he started work on his own shoes, his trousers followed them, and when he straightened up and looked at her in just his hugging boxer shorts, she wore only her scrap of lace thong. “I want to carry you!” He rasped, “But I can’t with my ribs...”

So instead he pushed her in the direction of the bed, she hit the mattress with her thighs, then toppled backwards on to the soft duvet. Reaching for an ankle, Jack nipped at her toes, then ran his tongue over her instep. The exquisite torture continued as he inched up her leg slowly crawling along the mattress as he came closer to her. Each move towards her saw her part her thighs further to allow him space to move, and all too soon he was there at the very core of her. With a rip she felt her panties disappear, vaguely spotting the remnants fly across the room though she'd long since been able to focus on anything solidly.

Completely exposed and open to him, she felt her cheeks heat, looking down she saw his head lower, and the gasp froze on her lips as his fingers first parted her, then her tongue devoured her.  Long lashes of his expert tongue drove her to a rapid and explosive climax, and she was still gasping, her body bucking off the bed when he came to lie beside her.

Dragging her lips back to his, Jack once again devoured her, and Erin feeling satiated, pliable, could only go with him. Within moments he was reaching for a condom, rolling it on, and then taking her back to that high point once again.

They’d duelled more times than Erin could recount Jack knew exactly how to turn her on, how to draw out any climax, and hot to satisfy her hugely, and judging by his reaction she was having the same reaction on her. Finally, completely exhausted with every hint of desire and lust quenched, she collapsed into his arms. Jack wrapped her in his arms, her head on his shoulder, her thigh tossed over his, secured by his knees. Every part of her felt as though it was touching him, and the sensation of protection, security was all encompassing. She'd never had an experience like this, even in her honeymoon period with Max she'd never felt this desired, this loved...she stretched, this sore. Her body ached in places she couldn't imagine.

He kissed the top of her head, sensing her movement, “first time ever...speechless!”

Tilting her head she looked up at him, “really?”

He nodded, “never thought I’d be able to go so many times! You are having a profound effect on me!” As if to prove his point, he started to harden against her thigh once again.

                “No more!” she groaned, “can I have an hour’s sleep?”

Chuckling he tucked her head back into his shoulder, “if I can wait that long!”