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I want to see how far I can take this before he notices. I continue my pursuit, skating across his abdomen with light hand movements. He tenses at my touch, which only spurs me on, making me increasingly bolder with my touch.
He finally looks over, a knowing look in his eye. “Is there something I can help you find?”
“No, no I think I got it.” A devilish smile plays on my lips.
I dip my hand under his sweatpants. I grab his semi-hard erection around the base, and I start to pump up and down.
“Holy shit, Andrea, that feels good.” A slight flush spreads across his face and down his neck.
Feeling bolder and braver because of his reaction to me, I apply more pressure and swirl my thumb around the crown, spreading the precum I find there. I suddenly have the insatiable need to taste him.
I pull my hand free. Jack starts to shift with me, but I push him back on the couch with my hands on his chest.
“No, sir. I need you to stay right there and be a good boy.”
The heat in his eyes almost melts me on the spot.
I slide down on the floor, kneeling between his legs. I reach up to pull his pants down, and he lifts to help me. Once he kicks his pants off, I lean down and kiss along his thighs. I wrap one hand around his base and the other cups his balls.
He groans his pleasure. “You haven’t even started, and I feel like I’m about to blow my load, babe.”
I revel in the power that gives me. I look up at him through my eyelashes to watch his face. I lower my head, taking the tip between my lips to give a slight suck. I test the waters, and before long, I crave him as much as he seems to crave me. I take his shaft further down my throat, rolling his balls in my palm.
Losing control of himself, he thrusts in and out of my mouth. I loosen my jaw to accommodate his girth. Licking and sucking up everything he gives me.
His scent, taste, and how he feels are all intoxicating. The look he gives me spurs on my need to please him. I suck harder and faster, watching his face morph into uncontrolled pleasure.
Driving me absolutely crazy, he fists a handful of my hair and guides me to a faster pace. “I’m so close, baby.”
He tries to pull himself back, but I shake my head and grab his hips to hold him in place.
My thighs rub together as I try to find relief of my own just as Jack groans long and hard, his entire body tensing. Warm spurts hit the back of my throat, and I greedily swallow every last drop. His release seems to go on forever, so I reach between my legs to apply just the right amount of pressure to my clit, rubbing in slow circles.
Before I know what’s happening, Jack pulls himself from my mouth and lifts me up to the couch, placing me flat on my back.
“Hey, what are you—” My sentence is cut off as he yanks my pants down, and his mouth dives right into my wet center. “Oh, my God!”
He inserts two fingers and devours me like a man starving. He curls them into that delicious spot, and I shamelessly ride his mouth like my life depends on it. I was already driven mad from my time spent swallowing him down, so it takes no time at all for me to reach my own climax. I cry out his name over and over.
Once the endless waves of ecstasy calm, he slows his pace to bring me back down gently. When he finally pulls away to collapse next to me—the nerve endings in my body finally calm—I look over to find Jack just as spent as me.
“If I die tomorrow, that orgasm will the last thing I think about.” I laugh to myself, meaning nothing by my joke aside from the fact that was the best oral sex of my life.
Jack suddenly whips his head around to face me, and I can immediately see the agitation in his expression. “How can you say something like that?”
My eyes widen when it dawns on me what I implied. “Oh, shit. It was just a poorly timed joke. To be honest, I felt so good right then, I forgot all about tomorrow. It was absentminded. I didn’t mean anything by it; I swear. Nothing will happen to me.”
He stands and pulls his pants back on. The anxiety and fear from earlier is back in full force. He paces in front of me, running his hands through his hair.
“I’mbarelyholding it together. The thought of me letting you walk into this trap with the very real possibility of something happening to you is killing me.”
He finally meets my eyes, and the devastation in his gaze almost breaks me. I almost promise him that I won’t do it, that I’ll back out, but I stop myself. If I want any kind of real life with this man, I need to do this.
When I finally speak, my voice comes out a whisper. “You know I have to. It’s the only way. If we wait, we’ll just end up looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives. I don’t want to live like that, and I don’t think you do, either.” The words breaking my heart, but they’re true.
He closes his eyes as his head falls back in defeat. It takes him a minute to come back to me. His only response is a broken sounding, “I know,” and it crushes me.
I don’t want to put him through this. Hell, I don’t want to put myself through this either, but it’s the only way that guarantees Christopher ends up behind bars. We can’t risk anything short of that.
