then peeled off her jeans. She closed the short distance and took his hand.
Her warmth ran through him, shocking every nerve in its way. His cock twitched as his balls got heavier. Jack pulled her to him. Winding his arms around her waist, he lifted her off her feet and carried her inside the shower.
He captured her mouth, devouring it with a kiss. Steam rose, fogging the glass. The warm water slid where their lips connected and down their bodies. Tori raked her hands up his back, clinging to him. Jack backed her against the travertine wall. Breaking the kiss, he swept his lips over the curve of her neck, making his way to her breasts. He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, then closed his lips around it, sucking it gently into his mouth.
Tori closed her eyes, tangling her fingers in his hair as he moved to her other breast and lavished it with the same attention. His body ached to take her, to feel her muscles clench around his cock when he thrust into her. Instead, Jack knelt, dragging his lips down her navel to her sex. He pulled her leg over his shoulder and closed his mouth on her pussy, lapping at her clit, drawing it into his mouth.
“J-Jack.”
Her panting encouraged him. He shifted his knees, changing the angle of his head. He traced her folds, then drove his tongue into her entrance. He’d never forget the taste of her, or her moans, or the way she said his name every time she neared the edge. His desire for her hadn’t diminished in the least—quite the opposite.
“Oh, I’m coming,” she cried.
He licked her clit faster, his hands holding her in place. Tori trembled against his mouth, her legs almost gave way. Jack forced her to stay up until the last remnant of her orgasm rode her body. He stood and cupped her face as he kissed her. Lust always made people stupid. He knew better, yet he let his insane desire for her lead him.
Jack broke the kiss to catch his breath, his forehead touching hers. “Are we being stupid, Victoria?”
She stared him back, silent for a moment, before she said, “Yes, we’re stupid.”
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Tori was right. They were being stupid. Not what he wanted to hear or admit, but neither one of them ran the other way and he couldn’t will himself to walk away. He turned her around and pressed her against the travertine. Just one more night with her was all he asked.
Parting her legs, he placed a hand above her head for support and positioned his cock at her entrance. “Victoria, tell me to stop,” he whispered in her ear.
“I don’t want you to.”
Jack held her by the waist with one hand and plunged into her. He could get so lost in her if he continued to see her. Fuck . He’d been dreaming of her for years. First for revenge—a revenge he never imagined would come true. Now she occupied his dreams with something else altogether. He didn’t care for love; he didn’t recall ever being in love. Everything had changed with Tori. Jack feared what would happen if he spent any more time with her. He didn’t want to fall in love. Not with her.
He dropped his hand to her pussy, his fingers finding her bud. He rocked his hips against her, lunging into her. He was so close. His balls were heavy and he’d been aching since he’d kissed her at the beach. Jack thrust harder, faster, increasing the pressure on her clit. “You feel so good, Tori,” he whispered. His body vibrated and he emptied himself in her.
She moaned, clamping her muscles around his cock, riding her own wave of ecstasy again.
They stood pressed against the wall for some time, catching their breaths. Jack kissed the top of her head as his shaft softened, finally sliding out of her. They soaped each other’s body with long caresses, letting the water run between them, washing down the soap. Her sweet actions made him forget how much he’d always thought he hated her.
“Will you stay the night?” Asking her to spend the night with him was the worst thing he
Her warmth ran through him, shocking every nerve in its way. His cock twitched as his balls got heavier. Jack pulled her to him. Winding his arms around her waist, he lifted her off her feet and carried her inside the shower.
He captured her mouth, devouring it with a kiss. Steam rose, fogging the glass. The warm water slid where their lips connected and down their bodies. Tori raked her hands up his back, clinging to him. Jack backed her against the travertine wall. Breaking the kiss, he swept his lips over the curve of her neck, making his way to her breasts. He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, then closed his lips around it, sucking it gently into his mouth.
Tori closed her eyes, tangling her fingers in his hair as he moved to her other breast and lavished it with the same attention. His body ached to take her, to feel her muscles clench around his cock when he thrust into her. Instead, Jack knelt, dragging his lips down her navel to her sex. He pulled her leg over his shoulder and closed his mouth on her pussy, lapping at her clit, drawing it into his mouth.
“J-Jack.”
Her panting encouraged him. He shifted his knees, changing the angle of his head. He traced her folds, then drove his tongue into her entrance. He’d never forget the taste of her, or her moans, or the way she said his name every time she neared the edge. His desire for her hadn’t diminished in the least—quite the opposite.
“Oh, I’m coming,” she cried.
He licked her clit faster, his hands holding her in place. Tori trembled against his mouth, her legs almost gave way. Jack forced her to stay up until the last remnant of her orgasm rode her body. He stood and cupped her face as he kissed her. Lust always made people stupid. He knew better, yet he let his insane desire for her lead him.
Jack broke the kiss to catch his breath, his forehead touching hers. “Are we being stupid, Victoria?”
She stared him back, silent for a moment, before she said, “Yes, we’re stupid.”
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Tori was right. They were being stupid. Not what he wanted to hear or admit, but neither one of them ran the other way and he couldn’t will himself to walk away. He turned her around and pressed her against the travertine. Just one more night with her was all he asked.
Parting her legs, he placed a hand above her head for support and positioned his cock at her entrance. “Victoria, tell me to stop,” he whispered in her ear.
“I don’t want you to.”
Jack held her by the waist with one hand and plunged into her. He could get so lost in her if he continued to see her. Fuck . He’d been dreaming of her for years. First for revenge—a revenge he never imagined would come true. Now she occupied his dreams with something else altogether. He didn’t care for love; he didn’t recall ever being in love. Everything had changed with Tori. Jack feared what would happen if he spent any more time with her. He didn’t want to fall in love. Not with her.
He dropped his hand to her pussy, his fingers finding her bud. He rocked his hips against her, lunging into her. He was so close. His balls were heavy and he’d been aching since he’d kissed her at the beach. Jack thrust harder, faster, increasing the pressure on her clit. “You feel so good, Tori,” he whispered. His body vibrated and he emptied himself in her.
She moaned, clamping her muscles around his cock, riding her own wave of ecstasy again.
They stood pressed against the wall for some time, catching their breaths. Jack kissed the top of her head as his shaft softened, finally sliding out of her. They soaped each other’s body with long caresses, letting the water run between them, washing down the soap. Her sweet actions made him forget how much he’d always thought he hated her.
“Will you stay the night?” Asking her to spend the night with him was the worst thing he
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