Stay: A Second Chance Badboy Romance Page 18

  “I just chop the wood. Before I did this, I blew up buildings sometimes in Iraq. I never really stopped to admire the architecture.”

  “It’s like,” I say, “like--”

  My eyes widen. Like Aldus’s apartment building.

  “What?” He asks.

  “Nothing,” I say. “Just big grey buildings. All concrete, I guess that’s why you don’t know it. You just do wood. I guess it was supposed to look futuristic at one point, but now it can look really dated if it’s not done right…”

  “You an architect or something? I thought you said you worked HR.”

  I sigh. “I was trying to be, once upon a time. I went a bit all or nothing on my own firm, and and an unfortunate chain of events forced me to get a more stable job.”

  Jane’s addiction. Before she was involved with the wrong kind of men, she was hard into drinking. I couldn't get my company running and keep an eye on her all at the same time, so I had to give up the dream to protect my sister.

  Jack shakes his head. “I know the feeling. Once upon a time, I had a nice thing lined up for myself. I thought I wanted it really bad, but it turns out I was born to be a lumberjack.”

  “How do you figure?”

  “Didn’t you hear the announcer?” he says. “Jack the lumberjack!”

  “You really like it?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” he says. “I think I’m going to compete again too. Especially if they hold these things around Seattle…”

  His blue eyes start to smolder as he looks at me. I feel my nipples getting hard, and heat surging between my legs. Fuck, I want this guy.

  He helps me out of the cab, and we both laugh as we stroll into the lobby of his hotel. I’m not so drunk that I’m clueless or completely out of it, I just feel cheerful and happy. Or maybe that’s just the effect Jack has on me.

  We reach the elevator and he hits the button. I grab his arm and cling to it. He wraps a hand around my shoulder, and squeezes me protectively. “You’re not too drunk to…”

  “You never sleep with girls who are drunk?” I ask, giggling.

  “I mean,” he says, sucking air through his teeth, “Sure I do, but I’m wondering if maybe this doesn’t have to be a one-time, drunk thing with us? It can be, if that’s what you’re after, but--”

  I put a finger to his lips. “One thing at a time.”

  The elevator opens up, and we step inside.

  The moment the doors shut, Jack shoves me against the wall. My lips part for him, and I close my eyes. He presses into me, squeezes me, and then I feel his lips against mine. Our tongues meet, and electricity surges through me. We’ve barely started to kiss and already my body is on fire.

  His hand reaches down and squeezes my ass, and I moan into him even as his tongue fills me. I press my teeth against his lip, and when he doesn’t resist, I bite down. He growls, squeezing me harder with one hand as the other runs up my side.

  The elevator dings.

  We snap out of that spaceless dimension that existed only for the duration of that kiss, and we look over toward the door.

  “Your floor?” I ask.

  He nods.

  My ears are still ringing from the kiss. My heart is racing and my blood is surging through my veins in warm pulses.

  The door open, and he grabs my hand, nearly dragging me down the hallway. He slides his keycard and the door swings open.

  “Woah,” I say, looking the place over. It’s not the kind of room I expected a lumberjack to book.

  “I drove a tough bargain with Ornsley.”

  “Looks like he got his money’s worth out of you,” I say, squeezing his big, muscular arm.

  5

  Jack

  Elisabeth looks around the room, she seems quite impressed, which is exactly why I made Ornsley get a room this swanky. No woman likes to feel like she’s fucking in a cheap hotel.

  I still haven’t been able to get a full handle on Elisabeth. I definitely, 100% want to fuck her brains out, but after that? I keep getting this feeling that she should be more than that, but something about her is throwing off all kinds of false signals. Usually I’m really good at reading women. Usually I can see right through them and know what they are after.

  A lot of women are into the “big strong lumberjack” thing, but only as a fling. When it comes to really settling down with me, they aren’t into it. That used to be totally fine with me, and hell, it usually still is.

  Only in the past six months or so, I’ve started to think about settling down. Not now, but as some distant possibility. It’s rare that I’ve come across any woman who I would even consider making that jump with.

  With Elisabeth, I barely even know her. I’ve spent maybe three or four hours with her, but sometimes, when the light hits her just right, she seems like the kind of woman I’d give up my single freedom for. Usually it’s when she’s lost in thought, and doesn’t know I’m really watching her that she strikes me this way. Then she turns back to me, and even when she smiles at me, there’s this fucking cold sadness behind her eyes. And it almost looks like that sadness is for me. One thing I can read properly is that she wants me. I know that for a fact, but if she just wants to fuck me and then never see me again, why would she feel so sad about me? It doesn’t make any sense.

  But my cock is rock-hard, and it’s pressing against my jeans. And I’ve got Elisabeth in my hotel room, and the taste of her is still filling my mouth. I can still feel her porcelain-white teeth biting into my lip, nearly threatening to draw blood. And right now, she can feel as sad as she wants, I’ll fuck that sadness right out of her if I have to.

  I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I press my hard cock against the small of her back, and I run my hands up her body. I graze my hands over her breasts, but keep going until I reach her neck. I run my fingers gently along the soft flesh of her throat, and then the hard bone of her jaw.

  I press my lips against her ear, and I bite gently against her earlobe. I feel her squirming in my arms, and she reaches back behind and grabs at my ass.

  “You’re impatient,” I whisper into her ear.

  She presses back against me, and her body presses my father’s ring into my sternum. I turn her around to face me, then pull the ring up and out of my shirt. I lift the leather band up off my neck, and I place it on the nightstand.

  I see her eyeing it, and I swear that the sadness in her eyes washes over her entire body. She goes almost limp, her shoulders sagging. It’s as if she knows all the tragic history of this ring.

  “It’s all that’s left of my father,” I say, opening a drawer and putting the ring inside. “I don’t like to wear rings on my finger, but I like to keep it close to me.”

  Her body perks back up, but her eyes still look the same.

  I press my lips against hers and kiss her. I drink her in, letting her taste and smell fill me up. We kiss long and deep, and we move onto the bed as we kiss.

  I start to unbutton my flannel shirt, and I throw the thing off and onto the ground. Her hands grab at me with hunger. They run all along my chiseled back and cut abs, and they settle on my arms, which bulge as I pull Elisabeth into me.

  We break the kiss, and her eyes widen as she takes me in. Nearly a decade as a lumberjack has kept me in peak condition.

  “I’m…” she says, biting her lip.

  “What?” I ask.

  “I…”

  It almost seems she’s going to say something serious; that she’s going to reveal to me why she’s so sad.

  “I’m trying to think of a lumberjack pun for your dick,” she says, looking down at my belt. “But I’m coming up dry.”

  “Lumberjacks don’t like to joke about our trade in bed,” I say, scowling.

  She starts to laugh, but I stare her down with a deathly serious expression. She stops laughing and runs a hand along my chest. “I’m sorry, Jack, I didn’t mean to belittle your--”

  I laugh now. “Sorry, I was just setting up a joke. I didn’t me
an to upset you.”

  “What was the joke?” She asks.

  “Lumberjacks cut down thick pieces of wood, so when I’ve got a thick piece of wood between my legs, I don’t want to think about--”

  She giggles and punches my chest. “Is a thick and long piece of wood?”

  “You’ll have to look and see for yourself, won’t you?”

  “Yeah,” she says, “And then I’m going to beat your record for speed climbing.”

  “It’s big,” I say, “But it’s not 60-feet long.”

  “I’ll just have to climb it up and down, up and down,” she says, tugging at my belt, “To make up for the size difference.”

  She tries to push me down, but I resist.

  “Lay down, Jack!” She says, punching me.

  “Why?”

  “I want to get your dick out of your pants,” she says, “It’s easier if you lie down.”

  I lie down.

  She gets my belt unbuckled, and I thrust my hips up so she can slide it right out. She unbuttons my jeans, and I can feel my cock begging to be freed. Each second closer it gets toward being unleashed, it seems harder to wait.

  She unzips my pants, but then waits, locking eyes with me.

  “You sure you want to do--”

  “Yes,” I say, my eyes widening.

  She laughs, then pulls my boxers and jeans down. My cock springs up.

  “Holy shit!” she says, gasping.

  Moments later I feel her soft and warm hand wrap around my shaft.

  “It’s,” she stammers, “It’s not sixty feet, but fuck, Jack, that’s huge!”

  Before I can say a word, I feel her lips wrap around the head of my cock. I look down to see her bent over, her eyes looking up at me as she takes me in.

  I let out a moan and throw my head back as she presses her lips down my veiny shaft, sucking as she goes. She gets about halfway down, further than I thought she could, and then starts to bob her head up and down.

  “Fuck,” I groan, “God that’s good.”

  She’s sucking me so hard I can feel the inside of her cheeks running against my cock. There’s a loud slurping sound on each bob, and soon I feel her saliva dripping down toward my balls.

  I’ve gotten a lot of blowjobs in my life, but this is easily among the top. Not that I can think straight enough to rank all of them when my cock is threatening to explode.

  I try to calm myself, it wouldn’t do to blow my load so fast, no matter how good the blowjob. A blowjob is almost like a test, just like eating out a woman is. When a woman goes down on you, you’re showing her how long you can last, letting her know what to expect when you seal the deal with her. If you last a long time, she knows she can take it slow and enjoy herself. If you blow your load in a minute or two, then she’s gotta get in her favorite position from the get-go, and she probably knows she’s not going to get to cum unless you go down on her.

  I always go down on a woman, and I can’t wait to taste Elisabeth, but I want to make her cum with my cock too. I want to feel her inner walls soaking wet and milking my shaft for all it’s worth.

  I suppress the need to orgasm, and I just lean back and enjoy the feeling of her wet lips sliding up and down my cock. She’s still fully clothed, so I start to imagine how she’ll look once I tear her clothes off. I can see her big tits hanging down as she blows me, her low-cut shirt revealing plunging cleavage. Her breasts sway as she swallows my cock, and I reach out to grab one.

  I squeeze her tit as she blows me, and then I pop it right out and run a finger along her nipple. It’s pointed out and rock-hard, and when I squeeze it she moans. I hear the moan muffled from my cock in her mouth, and I feel the vibrations ring through my dick.

  It’s too much. My balls tighten, and I grunt. “I’m gonna cum.”

  She bobs her head faster than ever, and sucks so hard that the cum would come out of me even if my balls didn’t blast it out. But I will blast it out, thick and hard.

  Every inch of my consciousness gathers into my balls. It’s like a fucking singularity. For a brief moment I exist in one single point, dead-center in the middle of my balls--okay, not a singularity, because I have two balls--and that concentrated existence enhances everything by a factor of hundreds. I feel everything I’m feeling multiplied and all at once. Elisabeth’s wet lips and tongue sliding along my sensitive head and shaft. Her thick breast in my hand, and her pointed nipple grazing my fingertip. The low moan from her mouth buzzes along, and all of that is felt and experienced in a split second and all in one point.

  Then it’s all released. In one big load of cum. The feeling blows apart and surges back through the rest of my body, sending the enhanced sensation up my spine and out through the tips of my fingers and toes. I feel the thick load of cum blasting into Elisabeth’s mouth, her green eyes widening as she drinks down my seed.

  My balls empty themselves in thick explosion after thick explosion, until Elisabeth has to pull her mouth off me, and cum is dripping down her mouth. There’s so much she can’t even swallow it.

  She laughs as she wipes the leftover cum off her mouth with her fingers, then licks it clean.

  “Fuck,” I say, looking up at her through heavy eyelids. “That was good.”

  She grins down at me. One of her tits is still popped out and fully exposed. She pulls her shirt off and throws it down, then undoes her bra. Both breasts are hanging free now--no, not hanging, they’re fucking perky and gravity-defying--and they are nearly in my face.

  I grab hold of her and pull her down toward me, pressing my lips against her nipples. She moans and leans her head back as I suck her breasts and lick her nipples. I knead her thick flesh with my hands as I suck her good.

  She falls down onto her back to let me go to work, and I run a hand down her warm stomach as I worship her breasts with my mouth, and I grab at her belt.

  She helps me pull it off, and then I feel her jeans slip away from me. I look down to see her naked save for her panties, and I slide right down away from her breasts, bringing my face just inches from her soaked panties.

  “Looks like you’re good and ready for me,” I say.

  “Uh huh,” she says, squeezing her own breasts.

  “You sure you want me to--”

  She grabs my head and presses it against herself. I open my mouth and press my tongue against her wetness through her panties.

  She lets some of the pressure off my head, now that I’m doing what she wants, and I run my tongue up and down her wet pussy.

  I leave her panties on, as I can more directly tongue her clit through her panties. Once it’s good and ready, I’ll tear them off and give it to her raw, just when she least expects it.

  “You tasted so good, Jack,” she says, moaning as I eat her out.

  “Not as good as you,” I say, sparing only a single breath’s time to speak, not wanting to leave my tongue off her for any longer than I must.

  I run my hands up and down her legs as I eat her out, wanting to feel every inch of her body, but feeling like I don’t have time. We have all night, I remind myself. I’ll worry about what happens after tonight later. Right now, there’s only this moment.

  When I can feel her clit swollen even through her panties, and when I hear her whines become increasingly desperate, I hook both of my thumbs through the thin fabric of her panties touching her hips. I leave my thumbs there as I continue to lick her for all I’m worth.

  When she relaxes again, and when she’s mid whining moan, I pull as hard as I can.

  The waist of her panties snaps off, and I grab hold and pull. I throw the torn panties off the bed, and like pulling a tablecloth off the table while the silverware and plates stays put, my tongue stays in place. In one fraction of a second my tongue goes from being obstructed by the cloth to touching her soaking wet clit directly.

  She screams so loud I’m worried the hotel staff might come knocking. Not that I’d give a shit if they did.

  I taste her with a new intensity, and I dr
ink up her soaking cum. It gets thick on my tongue, and I run it all back along her clit, getting it even wetter than before. Her hips start to buck and rise, and I squeeze her hips and ass, holding her low enough that she doesn’t move away from me.

  “Jack!” She screams, “Oh, God, Jack Jack I don’t deserve this!”

  I want to tell her she does. That she deserves everything I’m going to give her, but I don’t dare neglect her clit for even a second. She’s so close to cumming, I can’t risk it.

  So I show her just how much she deserves it by sucking her good, but pressing my tongue against her as she screams and cums against my mouth. She’s gushing wet, and her body starts to convulse. She balls up her fists and hits uselessly at the pillows and bed, and her back arches up and up, but I hold her hips down and eat her good.

  “Jack! Ahhh!”

  She cums and cums, and finally he pushes me off her. “Too sensitive, you have to stop, Jack! Jack!”

  I stay on her clit, but she finally convinces me to stop, and I laugh hard as I pull away.

  Then I see her pussy, shaved clean except for a small strip, and soaking fucking wet. I stop laughing. All I can think about is how my dick is hard as a steel girder, and how good it will feel to bury all nine inches deep into that tight, wet hole.

  I move toward her, and I slap my cock against her wet outer lips, she shudders, but looks up at me with eyes that just beg me to fuck her. The sadness is still there, partly, but it’s buried deep.

  I guide my cock down toward her opening, but she covers it with her hand. “No, Jack, not like this.”

  “How, then?” I ask, confused.

  “Like this,” she says, flipping over. She brings her ass up into the air, moving onto her knees. Then she looks back at me, her green eyes locking onto me. She licks her lips. “Like this.”

  I don’t even care at this point what position we are in, so long as I can feel that glorious pussy milking my cock. My balls ache for her, even though I already came once.

  I slap a hand against her ass and squeeze, the tension all over my body increases with longing, but mostly in my rock-hard cock.