"Fuck, Grace, you feel amazing…Christ Grace, I love watching you ride me…God, your tits are brilliant."
These were said in my ear as he pounded into me, moaning and groaning and speaking in that heavenly accent. The more into it he got, the thicker the accent got. The closer we both got the faster and harder he fucked me. He was finally, blessedly, fucking me like it was his job.
I came hard, and when I did, I screamed his name so loudly I thought for sure he would try to cover up my mouth, but he didn't.
He loved it.
He grinned at me while I came, thrashing about on top of him, feeling his hard cock inside of me, stroking my J-Spot over and over again.
He felt my multiples as deeply as I did, groaning each time I would start another wave, pumping into me firmly and holding onto my hips, anchoring me and moving me the way he knew I needed it.
I came back just long enough to say, right in his ear, in a sex-filled voice, "Jack, you fuck me so good." And then he came. He came with a groaning bellow that shook me to my core and made me come again.
We were covered in sweet sweat as he pulled me back against the couch with him, sighing, grinning, stroking, touching, rubbing and caressing. We sank into the pillows, with him still inside me.
"Jesus…" I started.
"…Christ," he finished, and we laughed.
We were quiet for a moment, when I said, "Well, I did make you promise to make me see God this weekend." I chuckled, sweeping his hair back from his forehead and kissing it lightly.
"And did I?" he had the nerve to ask.
"Yes, and all the saints, George, and all the saints," I answered, grinning.
***
The next morning, I woke up early. What surprised me was that Jack was already awake. I normally had to drag his ass up using all manner of temptation to do so. I slipped back into his shirt again and padded out to the living room. When he saw me, he put up a finger…he was on his cell.
"Right then, ten miles from here? Excellent. Right, see you then," he finished, hanging up the phone.
"Who was that?" I asked, walking over to him and snuggling into his arms for a hug.
"Just making plans for the shoot later today. You hungry?" he asked, hugging me tightly to him. He had already showered and smelled like soapy goodness.
"I'm starved. Someone made me work up an appetite last night," I purred, pressing myself further into his embrace.
"Well then, let's get you some breakfast," he replied, pulling my arms from around his waist and planting a kiss on my forehead.
He pushed me towards the bathroom when I stopped him. "Wait, I was thinking, maybe, we could order in. You know, a little room service." I winked at him, and he smiled.
"Grace, don't you think it would be nice to go out for breakfast?" he chided, still pushing me towards the bathroom.
"Well, actually, no. I was thinking maybe we could have a little breakfast in bed, if you know what I mean," I teased, reaching out to pull him closer to me.
He laughed, but still held me at arm's length. "I always know what you mean, Grace. Subtlety isn't one of your gifts. But I need to square some things away for this shoot today, and this way we can spend at least part of the morning together."
He patted me on the head like a child.
"Now, be a good girl and scoot. Off you go," he replied, finally succeeding in pushing me into the bathroom and closing the door.
"Good girl, my foot. You sure wanted me to be a bad girl last night," I muttered, wondering at this odd morning behavior. Maybe Jack was strange after a good night of Grace and her magical oonie.
"What was that, Nuts Girl?" he asked through the door.
"I said, good girl my foot! You sure wanted me to be a bad girl last night" I shouted back.
His response was silence…he really was in rare form this morning. I turned on the water, anxious to get back under this rain shower that I'd enjoyed so much yesterday. I realized this was the third shower in a row where I was without my chief hair washer, and I missed him. Ah well, better get used to it.
As I stripped down, I heard a rustling. The little shit had shoved a note under the door. What, were we twelve?
Nope, twenty-four.
I picked it up, and read:
Grace,
You are my favorite girl, good or bad. But I must admit, I am leaning towards bad.
Johnny Bite Down
I laughed, wet my fingertip, then traced the shape of my hand, with my middle finger conveniently pointing up, and shoved the wet note back under the door. Even over the water, I could hear him howling.
It was so easy to crack him up.
***
Fifty minutes and two blocked attempts at nookie later, Jack had me seated in the restaurant and was ordering us breakfast. He was looking fine, with about two days worth of insanely good stubble. We were both dressed casually. He was in jeans and a black t-shirt while I went with my standard yoga pants and camisole. Since I didn't know if I would be going to the photo shoot today, I had a backup plan to fit in a run on the beach.
We talked about silly things, inane things. The amazing hotel, whether or not to go out for dinner tonight, whether we would have time to do some sightseeing tomorrow before we had to head back to L.A.
My flight to New York was on Tuesday at noon, and while I was excited, I still couldn't help but get a little lump in my throat every time I thought about it. His week was shaping up to be busy. He had three interviews on Monday, and already one scheduled for Tuesday.
We ate our pancakes and drank our juice and he buttered my toast for me. I noticed at least one table that had figured out who he was, but he still showed as much affection for me as he did when we were in private. I found this to be both sweet and a little infuriating. It was as if he was determined to show Holly she was wrong about his fans. I wasn't crazy about being the sacrificial lamb, though.
When I was finished, I stretched my arms over my head and noticed he was done as well.
"You ready to go back to the cottage? We still have a little time left before you have to leave…we could have some sexy times," I teased, running my fingers down his arm in what I thought was a seductive way.
"Oh, Gracie, you are killing me," he said, reaching for me. "Last night, it was really great, you know?" he replied, bringing my hand up to his mouth, kissing my fingertips.
I heard a gasp from behind me, and I knew the girls that recognized him were either fainting or plotting my demise. I understood it, I had the same feeling when I found out Alyssa Milano had been dating Corey Haim.
I still harbored ill will towards her.
I tried to pull my hand away discreetly, but he kept it tightly in his grip.
"Hey, come on. You know what Holly said. We're not acting very smart." I smiled at him, trying to get him to understand.
"Bollocks. I say we do and act how we want," he said firmly, his brow furrowed.
"Yes, I agree bollocks, except that when these pictures come out, it's me that's going to have to deal with it. I'm not sure how I feel about that yet," I answered.
"Grace, how do you feel about me?" he asked quickly, staring into my eyes.
"What? What do you mean?" I replied, nervously darting my eyes around.
"It's a simple question, how do you feel about me?" he asked again, reaching over and scooting my chair closer to him. The dragging of the chair across the tiles caused another table to look over, prompting another round of gasps.