It was six o’clock in the morning when Lilly entered the guestroom that Phoebe had prepared for them. She and Jack had showered and changed in the room behind the garage, but the shower had been rather cold and the pressure too strong for her liking. She had understood the necessity of it and accepted it. However, the shower had made her feel like she was on a caffeine high when she knew she needed to relax and sleep.
Jack was still downstairs, filling Ace in on what the lab tests had revealed and what had transpired with Deja Lashae when they’d left the lab. Lilly shuddered when she recollected the sight of Deja bleeding out before her eyes. She’d seen dead bodies before—every medical student had—and she’d seen people die before, but not in such a violent way. And she hoped she’d never have to see anything like it again.
Lilly pulled the curtains shut, and undressed. Phoebe had been tremendously generous by providing several sets of clothes, and even left a bathrobe draped over the bed for her. The bathroom had everything Lilly could wish for: various soaps and shampoos, conditioners, deodorants, and lotions. Fresh toothbrushes and toothpaste lay on the vanity together with shaving gel and razors. Phoebe had thought of everything.
Lilly had never felt so welcome in a stranger’s house before. Tears suddenly shot to her eyes. The second attempt on her life had shown her that there was no way she could ever go back home. She was reliant on strangers for her wellbeing now. Though not all were strangers. Jack wasn’t. He’d risked so much for her. His own life even. Yet, he demanded nothing in return.
Lilly turned on the water and stepped into the large shower. The warm water pearled off her skin like morning dew. Her heartrate lowered, and her breath calmed. She closed her eyes and started to relax.
The door hinges creaked, and Lilly looked over her shoulder. Jack stood there, his chest bare, but still wearing the pants Ace had left for him.
“Another shower?” he asked with a smile, while his gaze swept over her body.
“This one’s more relaxing.” She turned her body toward him, aware that his eyes were drinking her in. Her heart started beating faster again, but this time it wasn’t as a result of stress. “Do you want to join me?”
His hands moved to the top button of his khakis. “You bet.”
She watched him rid himself of his pants. When he pulled his boxer briefs down, his cock jutted out, hard and heavy, its bulbous tip pointing skyward. He opened the glass shower door and stepped inside, then pulled her to him.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “I know what happened earlier must have scared you.”
“It did. But you were there, and you saved me. That’s the second time now.” She looked up at him and slid her hand onto his nape to bring his face to hers. “Would you like me to thank you now?”
“Thank me?” He shook his head. “You being alive is thanks enough.”
She slid her other hand down his torso, until it brushed against his erection.
Jack hissed in a breath.
“Does that mean you don’t want me to drop to my knees right here”—she met his gaze and licked her lips—“and suck you until you come?”
Jack slid his hand onto her backside and yanked her toward him so his cock pressed into her stomach. His lips parted.
Pleased with the effect her words had on him, she added, “I seem to remember that you enjoyed that very much seven years ago.”
“Goddamn it, Lilly,” he murmured against her lips, “we need to get some shuteye, but with you talking like that, you’re robbing me of my self-control.” He rubbed his cock against her skin. He kissed her hard, but only for a few seconds, before he released her. “Now get on your knees, baby, and suck me.”
At his command, a shiver went down her spine and made her nipples harden and her clit throb. With the water from the shower running down her back, Lilly dropped to her knees, her head at the same height as his groin. Jack gripped his erection by the base and brought the tip of it to Lilly’s lips.
Slowly, teasingly, Lilly opened her mouth and licked over the sensitive skin of the tip, then wrapped her lips around the hard shaft and slid down on him as far as she could.
“Fuck!” Jack cursed.
She felt him sway for an instant, before he braced himself against the tile wall behind her. Lilly placed her hands on his hips and began to withdraw a little, then pulled him deeper into her mouth again.
Jack cupped her head with both hands. “Easy, baby, or I’m gonna spill in ten seconds flat.”
She looked up at him and met his gaze. His eyes shone the same way as seven years earlier, with the same intensity and passion. She saw the man from back then in his new face, saw that he was still the same, still the man who had been so insatiable that night long ago that she’d slept so deeply that she hadn’t heard him leave. Only this time, she saw the promise in his eyes, the promise that this time it would be different. This time he wouldn’t leave.
Lilly put one hand around his root and began to suck him deep and hard. She enjoyed his masculine smell, the salty taste of his pre-cum, the soft skin over his hard rod. Jack moved in synch with her as if they’d done this a million times. His moans bounced off the shower walls, amplifying, telling her how close he was to his climax. The closer he got, the faster her tempo became. She needed him to lose control. She needed to know that he couldn’t resist her, just like she couldn’t resist him, that they were equals.
“Fuck, Lilly!” he cried out and pulled himself from her mouth.
Before she realized what he was doing, she found herself pressed against the tiles, her back to Jack, his hands on her hips. He pulled them back and brought her ass to his groin. She felt his erection between her thighs. She braced herself against the wall just as Jack thrust into her. A violent shudder raced through her, and a moan ripped from her throat.
“Jack!”
He held tightly onto her hips, controlling her movements. His mouth was at her neck. “Now you’ll feel what happens when you drive me to the edge of my self-control.”
She would have chuckled, but Jack thrusting into her hard and deep robbed her of her breath. Her body felt as if in flames. Nothing had ever felt better than Jack’s cock in her, stretching her to her limits, demanding her submission, driving her to ecstasy. He was controlling every move now, setting the tempo and the rhythm, and she let him.
Still thrusting hard, Jack released her hips and ran his hands up on both sides of her torso, then slid them to her front, cupping her breasts, and teasing her nipples with his fingers.
“You got me so randy…” He breathed hard. “… with your mouth around my cock. Next time you do that, be warned: I won’t pull out.”
She turned her face to the side. “I never asked you to.”
The answer seemed to ratchet his arousal even higher. His tempo increased, his thrusts became harder. One hand suddenly dropped to her pussy, and with expert precision, he slid his fingers over her clitoris.
Lilly moaned, her arousal already dancing on the edge. It wouldn’t take much to make her tumble over it. Jack kissed her neck, his cock plunging deep into her tight channel, his hand caressing her center of pleasure. She couldn’t stop the approach of her orgasm, couldn’t halt it even if her life depended on it. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure as wave after wave crested and drowned her over and over again, until she felt Jack’s cock spasm and shoot his hot semen into her.
Lilly’s legs were shaking, her knees threatening to buckle, when she felt Jack’s arm wrap around her waist steadying her. He was still inside her, still hard.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured in her ear.
She turned her head and offered her lips. He kissed her gently. Then his cock slipped from her as he turned her in his arms and pressed her to his chest.
“See what you do to me,” Jack said softly, “you turn me into a beast.”
“I like a little beast in my man.”
“That’s a good thing, ‘cause I don’t know how to turn off the beast when I’m with you.”