Claimed by a Stranger (Craved Series #2) (7 page)

13: Jack



Her pussy was fucking gorgeous.

And I couldn’t believe how wet she was. If I’d known, I’m not
sure I would’ve been able to take my time lingering over her voluptuous tits
like that.

Not that I regretted it. Her body was heaven, soft in all the
right places and begging to be explored.

She shuddered when I laid my tongue against her, the heat from
her pussy almost burning me as I flicked her clit gently.

“Jesus, Jack,” she panted. “Is it time now?”

I didn’t answer her verbally. Instead, I stuck my tongue out and
shook my head back and forth.

“Please,” she moaned. “I’m begging you.”

I stuck my tongue inside her and her pussy closed around it.

She was so tight- almost impossibly tight- and the pressure in
my dick was painful at that point. But I wanted her dripping, needed her hot
enough to take me. Because whoever she’d been fucking lately, they hadn’t sized
her up for me.

And I didn’t want it to hurt too bad. I knew it would hurt a
little. It always did. But I lived for that, the look in a woman’s eyes when
she discovered how thick I was, the fearful expression on her face as she realized
I wasn’t all the way in and braced herself for more.

I couldn’t wait to see that look in Audrey’s eyes, to watch her
face as I filled her with everything I had, burying myself to the fucking hilt.

But first I needed to make her buck against my face like an
animal so I could satisfy the thirst I had for her sweetness.

I wanted her to fill my mouth with her silky juices until she
was spent and dripping down my tongue. And then I would fill her up, bringing
her back to life with my own energy until she dug her fingers into my back and
screamed for pleasure that wouldn’t stop coming.

I looked up over her gorgeous curves as I lapped at her honeyed snatch.
Her arms were above her head and her eyes were closed. I could see her hardened
nipples, standing erect as my cock as I darted my tongue in and out of her.
Then I moved my tongue to her clit and stuck my fingers inside her.

She groaned her loudest groan yet, and I knew I had her. She
couldn’t control herself anymore. She was mine to take, mine to bring to the

I could feel her clit buzzing against my tongue as her pussy choked
my fingers.

Then she flung her hands out to her sides and sank her nails
into the cushion beneath her. “Jack,” she panted. “I’m going to come.”

A moment later, her back arched, her tits moving towards the sky
as I pulled my fingers from her and covered her with my mouth, sticking my
tongue inside her so I could funnel her come past my lips.

Her whimpers were high pitched and breathy as I drank from her,
her legs tensing in my hands, and each time I knocked her clit with my lips she
shook again like I was shocking her.

And she tasted so good. Better than a banana milkshake, better
than pineapple, as sweet and light as fucking sunshine itself. And I felt so
lucky to be the guy with my tongue buried inside her.

Finally, her legs relaxed in my hands, and I lapped at her for
the last time before wiping my mouth on the inside of her thigh.

“Jesus, Jack,” she said, lifting her head. “That was- that was-”

“Only the beginning,” I said, standing at the end of the lounger
with my hand on my belt.

“Oh god,” she said, her head falling back on the cushion.

“He can’t help you now,” I said, unzipping my pants.

She raised her head at the sound of my zipper and stared
shamelessly at my crotch.

I pulled my pants down with my boxers in one go and stood up.

“Fuck me,” she said when she saw my dick.

“I fully intend to,” I said, kneeling back onto the cushion.

I was tempted to plunge myself into her, especially knowing how hot
and wet she was down there, but her eyes on my dick were doing things to me
that I couldn’t resist.

I walked forward on my knees until I was straddling her and put
my hand around my dick, stroking myself while she watched, my eyes on her
parted lips.

“You’re huge,” she said, reaching for me. “I’ve never seen
anything so-”

I watched as she wrapped her hand around me with wide eyes. Then
she spread her fingers and ran her palm up the underside of my dick like she’d
never seen one before, like it was a fucking unicorn’s horn.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit,” she said, her other hand cupping
my balls.

I raised my eyebrows. “There’s only one way to find out.”

She sank her fingers into my balls, the pleasure ripping through
me until I was almost afraid I might lose control of the situation.

“I’m not done having you, Audrey,” I said, eyeing her fingers as
she wrapped them around my head.

She swallowed, stroking my shaft just hard enough that she was
fucking making me crazy but not nearly as hard as I was going to make her pussy
stroke it.

“You tasted good,” I said. “Fucking great actually. But as you
can see, I have a bit of a situation here,” I said, nodding towards my cock.

“We,” she said. “We have a situation.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

She licked her lips. “I’m going to beg you to fuck me.”

I smiled, watching her grip tighten with her growing excitement.

“Go on,” I said, swelling in her hands.

“And I’m not going to stop until you put me out of my misery.”

I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Cause if I don’t feel every inch of you inside me I’m going to
go crazy.”

I clenched my jaw.

“Because I’ve never needed to get fucked so bad by anyone.”

I smiled.

“And I don’t care if you tear me open,” she said. “All I care is
that you come as hard as I just did.”

I put a hand on her cheek. “You’re pretty good at this,” I said.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked begging for it.”

She blushed.

“Or maybe you’re just trying to make the best of the situation cause
you know there’s no way you’re leaving here without getting fucked.”

Her face looked pained as she whispered. “Please, Jack. Give it
to me.”

I took two steps backwards on my knees, watching her hands drop
from me and her breath grow shallow.

Then I grabbed my dick and pressed my head against her pussy.

She tilted her hips up to welcome me.

“You really want it, huh?” I asked, rubbing her clit with the tip.

“Every inch.”

I pushed my head in and she tightened around me so hard I
thought she might squeeze me right out, but I pushed in a little further.

Then I let my hands fall forwards at her sides, keeping my eyes
on hers, waiting for that moment of surprise. “Tell me if it hurts,” I said,
driving my hips in a little more.

She bit her bottom lip.

I sank deeper inside her and her mouth opened again.

“Give it to me, Jack,” she said. “I can take it.”

She was too tight and wet for me to ignore the invitation so I
plunged into her until she gasped and closed her eyes, her pussy strangling the
base of my dick.

I began to rock my hips, massaging every inch of her nice and
slow until she opened her eyes again, revealing something that almost looked
like fear.

“Are you okay?” I asked, maintaining the rhythmic movement of my

She parted her lips and nodded. “Just take it slow,” she said.
“I didn’t know it could be like this.”

I buried myself in her as deep as I could, grinding my hips
against her.

She wrapped her hands around my wrists on both sides of her head
and squeezed them hard, anchoring my hands to the cushion.

Then I sped up slowly, and when I saw that she could take it, I
sped up a little more. Soon I was fucking her so hard that my balls were
slapping against her and her tits were bouncing with my every thrust.

“I’m gonna come,” I said, looking her in the eyes.

And she smiled the sexiest fucking smile I’d ever seen in my
goddamn life.

And then I sank balls deep inside her and held myself there as I
pumped her full of my lust for her, relishing the feeling of her body squeezed
around me.

Finally, I exhaled everything and looked down at her.

She rolled her head to the side and kissed the inside of my

A moment later, I collapsed on top of her in a mess of hot
flesh, panting against her neck as I relished a happiness I’d forgotten was




14: Audrey



I’d definitely crossed the line.

There was nothing harmless about what I’d just done.

And I certainly forgot to leave my feelings out of it.

Of course, there was no way of knowing where he stood. Maybe it
was just sex for him. Guys could do that couldn’t they- think with just one
head and then switch?

Maybe two heads really were better than one.

Because I was way too sprung after our tryst under the stars. I
mean, he went down on me. With enthusiasm. And it wasn’t even my birthday?!

He just did it like it was nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing at all. It was everything. Or at least, I
felt everything. And I was still reeling from all the things I wasn’t supposed
to feel.

Naturally, I blamed my body and the chemicals he’d fired off in
it for part of that.

But what about the other part? What about the part of me that was
convinced I really liked him?

This was a disaster. I’d just had the best sex of my life with a
guy who was guaranteed to drop from my radar in less than forty eight hours.

Maybe that’s why it was so much fun though. Maybe that’s why he
was so into it. Cause he knew I was transient. He knew I’d never expect a box
of chocolates or for him to sit through a cheesy romcom with me. He’d never
have to meet my parents or hold my hair back. I was just the flavor of the
month, a good old American fuck like he hadn’t had in ages.

I hoped I was good anyway.

He certainly seemed happy when it was over, lying spent with a
goofy smile on his face that I’m sure reflected my own.

And on some level, even though I enjoyed myself way more than felt
safe, maybe I was only able to let myself go like that because I knew it wouldn’t

I mean, I was not the kind of girl who talked dirty like that,
the kind of girl who begged. In fact, I think most of the guys I hooked up with
preferred that I didn’t say anything at all.

But Jack made it fun to say those naughty things, to be someone
else for a night. Or was I still myself and he’d just brought out a side of me
I’d never seen before?

No. No way. I hadn’t been harboring a hidden fetish for begging
for cock like that. That only happened because he brought it out in me. Like he
had the power to transform me into some kind of lush creature of the night.

After all, a few days ago I was an unemployed graphic designer
whose most exciting relationship with men involved tag teaming Ben & Jerry.
And now all of a sudden I was this exotic person who rode on the back of
motorcycles and had high stakes injuries, the kind of person who got invited to
private rooftop sex parties and got tongue fucked in foreign countries!

Holy shit.

I’d never been so far out of my element… or so supremely
satisfied to be there.

Of course, we were both adults. There was no reason to feel
embarrassed by the things I’d said. It was just a little bit of sexy fun.
Except I didn’t do sexy fun. And yet there I was begging him for it to be time
to beg?!

Was I that desperate or did I just feel that safe with him? I
didn’t even know his last name for crying out- oh wait, yes I did- Quinn. Jack
Quinn. I could picture it on the front of his book right below him standing
topless with a stethoscope around his neck, his arms crossed in front of his
bulging pecs.

I felt dizzy from the realization. I’d fucked a guy who’d been
on Oprah. Or rather, he’d fucked me. And hard, too. In fact, he’d opened me up
wider than I even thought was possible.

After we put our clothes on and smiled like idiots through a
much needed beer, punctuating the silence by uttering a mixture of polite and
impolite compliments, I left.

Naturally, I wondered whether he would’ve suggested we go back
to his place if I’d stuck around. And part of me wanted to- probably the body
part, which hadn’t felt so delightfully exhausted by another person in some

On the other hand, as the high of sex with Jack started to fade,
my rational side reared its ugly head, reminding me that this thing with him
could only go the way of my last few “relationships.” Because once again, I had
feelings for a guy that could never possibly be reciprocated.

I was going to get hurt, and I already knew it.

I did take comfort in the fact that it wouldn’t be personal. At
least this time I’d be able to blame unsurmountable geographical obstacles as
opposed to my ass or my personality, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be

And going back to his place, sleeping in his armpit nook, and
waking up to his sleeping face was only going to make it hurt worse.

So I didn’t even wait for him to invite me back.

Instead, I just thanked him for a perfect night and left,
figuring the night couldn’t possibly be improved upon anyway. I mean, I got
fucked by a rich doctor with a monster dick under a starry Thai sky.

And when I woke up from this dream, I wanted to be in my own

I insisted Jack stay and have some drinks with his friends. He
was reluctant to let me walk back on my own, but I didn’t give him a choice.

Then I smiled like a complete idiot all the way back to the
hotel which further convinced me that I’d made the right choice. Because the look
on my face was blowing my cover more every minute, and I didn’t want Jack to
know how giddy I was over a little bit of Earth shattering sex.

God forbid he realized how pathetically over the moon I was. It
might even go to his head- or worse- both of them.

My pussy clenched at the thought as I walked past the front
desk, trying to lower the intensity of my smile enough that I wouldn’t seem
suspicious. Unfortunately, it was harder than I thought seeing as how my
elation felt like it was written all over my face.

In fact, when I turned down the hall to my room and saw my face
in the mirror, I was smiling so big I hardly recognized myself. I almost
laughed out loud at how silly I looked before shaking my head at my own

Did I look this stupid right after we had sex? Had he seen this
face? Oh god.

Hopefully not. It was not cute to look that ecstatic. So much
for playing it cool.

I let myself in the room.

Megan wasn’t back yet which was fine. I didn’t want her to see
my face looking like this either. I wanted to tell her about my night like a
mature adult, the kind of mature adult that has amazing sex on rooftops all the

I grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge, lay down on
the bed, and sighed. I would never be able to fall asleep in this state.

My body felt like it had been doing cartwheels for two hours and
every inch of my skin felt new and important and sexy.

And I wouldn’t have traded that feeling for anything.

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