Page 48 of Best Served Cold


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She thought about her shoulder. “Will you—will I have a scar?”

“No. I will not scar you. There are ways to do it that will not mark you permanently.”

“I would appreciate that.” Closing her eyes, she waited patiently for him to bite her.

“Relax. If done properly, this can be just as enjoyable for you as it is for me.” He waited until her shoulders relaxed slightly. She hadn’t even realized she’d tensed them. He was standing behind her, his hands kneading her shoulders. He kept the massage up for several long minutes. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh yes,” she moaned. “I didn’t realize how tense I was.”

“Shall we move to the couch?”

For a second all of her anxiety came back, but she agreed.

He led her to the soft dark green couch. When she sat down, on it, Jack nudged her to angle her to the side then sat down behind her. His hands continued to work their magic on her shoulders then down her back.

“I’m not complaining, but how is this me helping you?”

Jack chuckled. “I gain pleasure from giving it.” He pressed a kiss against her shoulder, near her neck. She was embarrassed when she jumped slightly.

“I’m so sorry. I really am trying to relax. But I’ve only been with—that is, I’ve only had four lovers.”

“In your life?” His hands froze.

“Yes.” Stacy determined at that point that she really would have to go with that earth swallowing her whole option the next time she got a bonus. Certainly nothing could be as painful as having to admit her sexual inadequacies.

“That explains a lot.” He pressed another kiss against her. Thankfully, she wasn’t surprised this time. His massage began again, his hands slipping up underneath the flimsy top she wore to knead the muscles on her lower back.

She groaned. His hands felt so good, especially when combined with what his mouth was doing to her throat. She could feel his teeth nipping at her flesh, but never hurting her. Instead, it sent pleasurable tingles through her body. Those combined with the feeling of his talented hands had her shifting to find a slightly more comfortable position on the couch. Her pussy ached for attention.

She leaned backwards, her head tilting to the side to give him better access to her neck. When he approached her ear, his tongue darted out and traced her earlobe. Reaching behind her, she grabbed his hands and circled them around her waist. Once that obstacle was no longer between them, she leaned backwards, closer to his body.

He sucked her lobe into his mouth and she arched against him. Bringing her arms up, she wrapped them around his neck. She gasped when he cupped her breasts. Jack trailed kisses down her and started to suckle her neck harder. She felt one of his hands release her breast and tried to grab it, to put it back where it was until she felt it slipping under the waistband of her pants. He cupped her through her panties. But he wasn’t content to stop there. With slight nudges, he let her know he wanted her to lift her hips slightly.

Using both hands, he grabbed her pants and underwear and pulled them down her hips, his mouth never leaving her neck. Stacy released her hold on him to help get the items off her body as quickly as possible. Throwing the garments on the floor, she carefully repositioned herself, bending one leg to give him free access to her body.

Her eyes closed as a moan escaped her lips when his fingers parted her to circle her clit. He used one hand to tease her sex as the other returned to her breast, pushing her shirt higher as he did. He pressed his hand against her harder, shifting lower until one of his fingers entered her wet pussy. He quickly added another and her hips were arching closer to him as she tried to encourage him to thrust deeper into her.

She felt something sharp pressing against her neck, but paid no attention to it as his fingers left her to circle her clit before plunging back into her. Raising her arms, she skimmed her nails over his muscles until she was able to tangle her hands in his thick hair. Her moans became one drawn out sound as she was nearing orgasm, thanks to his talented touch.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers, trying to draw them deeper into her body as pleasure swept over her.

She could feel his mouth moving against her flesh and realized that he was drinking from her. She didn’t think she’d have realized what he was doing under ordinary circumstances. It didn’t feel the way she’d imagined it would. She had been suspecting any reaction from an orgasm simply from his bite to pain. But she’d never have suspected that she wouldn’t really feel him. That it would feel as though he were merely giving her a hickey.

Paying close attention now that her orgasm was subsiding, she was able to discern when his teeth left her.

“Are you okay?” Jack asked, still holding her. His breath wafted over her flesh.

“Yes.” Leaning her head back on his shoulder, her entire body rested against him, completely relaxed.

“I’m glad.”

Shifting her position slightly, she could feel the erection pressing against her back. “Would you like to continue this somewhere more comfortable?” she suggested hesitantly. “Where we’d have more room?” Truthfully, she was more than a little nervous about doing more with Jack. Part of her felt like she was betraying Demetri. But they’d made no promises. They’d agreed that they were just friends. Friends with benefits. Besides, Jack had gone out of his way to make her feel comfortable all night. And it wasn’t like being intimate with him was a hardship. She really was attracted to him.

“Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to do anything you don’t—”

She stopped him with a kiss. As her tongue entered his mouth, she could taste lingering traces of her blood. It was weird, but not disgusting as she’d feared it might be. She could taste him and a hint of something coppery, almost tangy. Ending the kiss, she looked into his eyes. “I’m sure.”

They climbed off the couch together, and Stacy saw the notebook she’d used for writing down notes that he needed typed and organized.

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