had Jack and Caroline ditched out of her fundraiser early, but Caroline had done her best to get her husband liquored up.
Of course she had very little shyness left when it came to Jack and their sex life, but she didn’t worry nearly as much about what she did when she wasn’t entirely sober. She could feel Jack’s hands gently stroking her hair as he tried to maintain some amount of control. If she hadn’t been occupied, she would have laughed. She stopped to look up at him. “Still having second thoughts?”
He shook his head no. Good. She’d rendered him speechless. She teased the head of his cock for a few minutes before taking him in her mouth again.
“Good thing we’re not in an elevator right now,” Jack choked.
Caroline pulled away from him again. “No jokes. I want to be able to concentrate.”
“Sorry,” he said. “Please, go back to what you were doing.” He gripped the seat again as she took him deep. “Fuck.”
A stream of random obscenities tumbled from his mouth and he brought his hands to the back of Caroline’s head again, tugging on her hair. It stung a little but she found herself enjoying the pain, turned on by the sounds Jack made. She liked to think that she did things to him that no other woman had done, because he’d never had any complaints. His cock hit the back of her throat as he pulled her toward him, and she swallowed to keep from gagging, then drew back slowly and started in again.
“I love you, Caroline,” he groaned. “Holy – fucking – shit. Don’t stop, baby. Keep doing that.”
Jack wrapped his fingers in her hair, loosening her bobby pins. Caroline tried not to grin. She loved this. And he was distracted enough that maybe tonight would be the night when he’d finally let go, let her finish him off. She always wondered why he wouldn’t let her do that. Most of the time it wasn’t an issue since she ended up enjoying whatever ride he decided to take her on, but for once she wished…
She felt Jack tugging at her hair again, this time pulling her backward.
“On my lap,” he ordered. “Now.”
Caroline resisted his request, continuing to suck him while teasing his balls with her hands.
His hands were on her shoulders now. Every word took tremendous effort, which meant he was close. “Caroline, please. I want to be inside you.”
She pulled back, about to tell him that technically he’d just been inside her, but he yanked her up before she had a chance to speak.
Jack gazed at her with hooded eyes, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. “I want to take advantage of the fact that your undies are in my jacket,” he whispered. “Maybe I’ll leave them there for the next fundraiser, to give you something to think about.”
When he said shit like that, she couldn’t turn him down. She climbed quickly onto his lap. Her thighs were damp.
He smiled. “I see you’re excited about something.”
Caroline closed her eyes and sighed as he slid a finger inside her, then another. “Your voice does things to me.”
Jack chuckled softly, starting to tease her clit. “I’m happy that my response to what you were doing turned you on.” She leaned into his neck as he pulled his fingers out but continued to stroke her clit gently. He pressed the tip of his cock inside her. “Such a good girl,” he said.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Have you been good?”
She’d almost given him a complete goddamn blowjob in a moving vehicle. He could bet his sweet ass she’d been good. But it took too much effort to be cheeky. “Yes.”
“Damn right you have.” He held her hips steady and slammed into her, groaning loudly. He gripped the back of her head with one hand, the other at her waist, and thrust into her once. “So fucking good,” he murmured, fingering her clit again.
“Don’t stop,” Caroline whispered.
“I won’t,” Jack said, caressing her slowly until she cried out and came hard around his cock. “Good girl. That one belongs to me.”
That phrase. His voice. He killed her with both. He thrust up, shuddering as she rocked against him, until he bit her neck and shattered inside her.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, trying to catch his breath. “Meant to last longer.”
Caroline rested her head on his shoulder. Her legs were still shaking, and he didn’t strike her as being all that steady, either. “Don’t talk,” she whispered. “Enjoy the moment for once.”