Ally turned to focus on Jack, who was setting his laptop aside and getting up from his seat on the couch. After the shower he changed into flannel pajama pants and a worn T-shirt advertising UC Davis School of Law. He'd done nothing with his hair out of the shower and it had dried into a wavy mop. He looked incredible and Ally wanted to shout to the world that he was hers—all hers—but he wasn't hers. She smiled through the familiar stab of hurt. "Are you being protective? That's adorable." Her voice was teasing but his eyes were serious, green pools of intensity drilling into her.
He quickly made his way to her and grabbed her by the waistband of her jeans, pulling her close. "Not protective, babe. Jealous. You should really start to recognize when your man is jealous, it's a good skill to have."
"You're kidding right? You? Jealous?" She worked at stilling her heart. Ally turned to focus on Jack, who was setting his laptop aside and getting up from his seat on the couch. After the shower he changed into flannel pajama pants and a worn T-shirt advertising UC Davis School of Law. He'd done nothing with his hair out of the shower and it had dried into a wavy mop. He looked incredible and Ally wanted to shout to the world that he was hers—all hers—but he wasn't hers. She smiled through the familiar stab of hurt. "Are you being protective? That's adorable." Her voice was teasing but his eyes were serious, green pools of intensity drilling into her.
He quickly made his way to her and grabbed her by the waistband of her jeans, pulling her close. "Not protective, babe. Jealous. You should really start to recognize when your man is jealous, it's a good skill to have."
"You're kidding right? You? Jealous?" She worked at stilling her heart. Your man. A figure of speech, that's all it was. She was in his bed, that was enough.
His hands were under her sweater, tugging it up. She instinctively lifted her arms as he pulled it over her head. "You're not wearing that shirt." His eyes fell to her chest and the lacy pink bra she wore. "Why are you wearing that bra? That bra is for me. I don't need you prancing around a bar with that flimsy thing under your clothes. What panties are you wearing?"
Ally laughed out loud and Jack gave her a dark look. He reached for the front of her jeans again and Ally stepped back, scooping her sweater off the floor and turning it right side out. "Are you kidding me? What is going on with you?"
He moved like a cat, his hand shooting out and making contact with her waistband. Before she knew what was happening Jack had the button open and the zipper down, exposing a swatch of pink lace. "The thong?" He was incredulous. "No. You're not leaving until you're wearing something appropriate."
Ally's hands lid up under his T-shirt, feeling hot, smooth skin that immediately made her want to kiss her way down his chest. "No one is going to see. And I wear these all the time."
"I'll know. I won't get any work done if you're out in your sex bra. And sure you wear them but not out drinking at whatever meat-market Nicki drags you to tonight."
She slid her hands along his waist and up his back, stepping closer to him. She could feel him hard against her stomach and smiled when she heard him emit a soft groan. "Don't you trust me?" She stood on her toes and pressed her hips to his, letting her lips brush the smooth line of his jaw. He was freshly shaved.
Jack pushed her jeans down her hips, cupping the bare skin of her ass in his hands. Squeezing, he said, "This. Is. Mine."
"I wasn't planning on giving it away."
His fingers found their way along the lace of her thong, tracing the line if her ass, pausing and putting slightly more pressure on her tight little hole before making his way further, where her pussy waited for his touch. Ally let her head fall back as first one, then two fingers slid inside her, unable to concentrate on anything other than the sensations, the feel of him inside her. She couldn't remember what they'd been talking about, didn't care. Jack's fingers had found a rhythm and she was cooing and rocking her hips into his hand, trying to give him better access.
"And this is mine," he said huskily, increasing his speed and probing deeper. "And you're not leaving this house dressed for picking up men."
Ally heard the words but couldn't put them together in a way that made sense. The only thing that made sense was the way his fingers pushed into her, the movements getting faster. Harder.
"Harder."
Jack obliged. "You have a man." Another finger swept over her clit and a chill went through her. Her whole body trembled and she let out a soft cry, as if from pain.
"Don't you?" he asked. His voice was intoxicating in her ear. He'd slowed his pace, lightened the pressure and suddenly she could think again.
"Don't stop."
"You have a man. Don't you?" Jack pulled his fingers out of her pussy and started tracing lazy circles around her clit, never quite making contact.
Ally's knees buckled but somewhere in all this he'd snaked his hand around her waist and she was able to lean against him, dig her nails into the skin of his back as she tried to hold on. "Yes." Her voice was throaty and hoarse. She wanted to melt into him, to fuse their bodies where they stood and stay like this, trapped in time.
Jack broke contact, pushing her away from him. Ally's eyes followed him as he backed away toward the couch. He sat and crooked a finger for her to follow. She went. He leaned back into the couch and opened his legs, making room for her in between them. Ally kneeled in front of him and looked up at him. She saw desire, but she saw something else, too--something hiding behind it, as if embarrassed to be seen. Need?
The flannel pajama bottoms opened the way boxers did, and she didn't have to pull them down to expose his erection. His hand cupped her cheek, and she could feel where his fingers were still damp, could smell herself on him. "Ally."
She bent down, into his lap, letting the head of his cock rest on her lips. She moved her face back and forth to spread his pre-cum as if she were putting on lip-gloss and Jack watched, entranced. Her tongue darted out and he felt his body react to the sight of her, on her knees in front of him. His dick throbbed. She was beautiful. Who knew they came this beautiful? And every day she came home to him. The knowledge of it thrilled him. There'd never been a woman with this much pull on him, this much power over him. He thought about her all the time; while driving, on business lunches, in conference rooms, sitting in his office staring at his computer screen just thinking of her. Ally.
But she held herself at a distance and it perplexed and infuriated him. He'd spent every night for three weeks before she'd relented and given him a key and some space in her closet. And she still refused to tell her friends they were together. Why? Was it so embarrassing, being with him? Was it so shameful? He had a good job. A nice car. A house (true, it was barely furnished, but it was still a house). Did she just hate lawyers? She was like no other woman he'd ever dated but everything he'd tried to stay away from.
He needed to focus on his career. He needed to be dating blond social-climbers who got pedicures, not feisty red-heads who give pedicures. He shouldn't be so involved, so wrapped up in someone. But here she was, his angel, with her mouth around his cock.
Her lips closed around him and Jack lost his train of thought. She sucked at him while her tongue slid up and down his cock, adding to the sensations and sending heat flooding to his crotch. He lifted his hips, rocking back and forth slightly while she sucked him deeper into his mouth. He felt the roof of her mouth, way in the back, as his cock started to meet resistance. Her cheeks were sunken and her nostrils flared as she tried to keep filling her lungs. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
She pulled away and smiled up at him, teasingly dragging her tongue up the length of his cock from base to tip as their eyes met and held.
"Tonight, Ally," he said, suddenly sure. "I want you to tell her about us. I want you to do it tonight."
