Kelly
Walking into Jack’s house, I quickly ran through my normal checklist.
Single—check.
Tall—check.
Handsome—check.
Nice—check.
Funny—to be seen, but so far so good.
Not a serial dater—check.
Not going to skin-suit me—doesn’t seem like a serial killer.
I’ve done worse.
Throwing his keys onto the table next to the front door, Jack awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Make yourself at home.”
The house was immaculate, dripping with expensive decorations and lavish furniture.
I’m really glad I didn’t take him to my place.
“Wow,” I muttered, slipping out of my heels. The cool marble felt amazing on my aching feet.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Jack cooed in my ear as he came up behind me. His shaking hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me back into his chest as he took in a deep breath.
I let out a slow gasp as his fingertips rolled down my arms softly. Lacing our fingers together, I slowly dragged his hands across my hips and breasts.
“You’re breathtaking.” His voice dripped with lust as his compliment filled my ears.
“Thank you,” I muttered stupidly. Compliments were uncomfortable for me, and I never knew how to actually respond to them.
Spinning around, I went up on my tiptoes, failing at getting even remotely close to his face. “How tall are you, anyway?” I playfully giggled while looking up into his dark, stormy eyes.
“Six four-ish,” he whispered, leaning down to get closer to me.
I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. His eyes shut as his breath hitched.
Jack’s hands gripped my ass, lifting me into his arms. Before I could even protest—not that I wanted to—I was being carried into his room and thrown onto the bed.
Crawling on top of me, Jack’s head fell onto my shoulder. “Can I admit something?”
I nodded as he looked over at me.
“It’s been a while, and I am nervous as fuck.” His face contorted to almost painful as his admission rolled off his tongue.
I offered a kind, understanding smile. “We don’t have to do this.”
I started to scoot out from under him, but he hastily stopped me. “I didn’t say I don’t want to. You’re fucking hot as hell and there’s nothing I want more than to have my face between your thighs.” His palmed his face. “Fuck, that came out wrong.”
I gripped his hair. “Prove it,” I challenged.
In rapid succession, Jack’s fingers pulled at my jeans and panties. He gripped my hips, yanking me to the edge of the bed. Within seconds, his tongue was gliding over my clit, and I was stunned. To be fair, I didn’t have high expectations of his abilities, butholy fuck—I should have never underestimated his oral skills. They were godlike. I held on to the comforter for dear life as his tongue worked magic over my sensitive skin. Most men did everything in their power to skip foreplay altogether, and in that moment, I couldn’t believe what I had been missing out on all those years.
My entire body buzzed as his talented mouth did things to my pussy that I hadn’t even known were possible. I couldn’t have explained it if I tried.