Chapter 181: Embarrassing
Chapter 180
Nolan
Jack rolls off me and stands up, padding to the closet to pull out wet wipes.
I sit up and watch him.
It’s time to speak up.
"That’s it?" I ask.
Jack pauses. Raises an eyebrow.
"I mean, we have the whole night to ourselves." I add quickly.
"Well, fuck, doggy." He tosses the wipes on the nightstand. "I certainly don’t mind at all."
He turns to face me, hands on his hips, I try not to look down but I fail, and he notices and smirks at me.
"You want to go... again... now?" he asks.
I just look at him.
"I thought we’d cuddle, recharge, then make out and fondle each other again." He pauses, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Maybe I’d give you lessons with your absolutely shitty oral skills." He makes a motion with his mouth, demonstrating.
"You know what? Fuck you, Jack." I toss my robe at him.
He catches it. Laughs.
I glare.
Then I lose my nerve.
"Uhm..." I pick at a thread on the blanket. "I was thinking we’d go all the way today."
The words hang in the air.
Jack’s laughter fades.
"Define ’all the way,’" he says slowly.
I swallow. "That’s why Ciel gave us space."
I’m suddenly very interested in the fancy bedding. The embroidery. The way the threads catch the light.
"Oh," he says.
I snap my head up. "Oh?"
"I say I want you to fuck me, and your response is fucking oh?"
Jack walks toward the bed. Sits down. His thigh presses against mine.
"No, it’s just—" He runs a hand through his hair. "I didn’t expect it."
"Uhm, yeah..." I feel shy. Oddly insecure. "Are you... okay?"
"Nolan." He turns to face me. Takes my hand. "I’ve wanted to bend you over since you walked into my office back at the beach house in those slutty little shorts, shaking your bubbly ass."
My mouth drops open.
"I wasn’t—"
"Uh huh."
"I didn’t have clothes! I wore Ciel’s. Obviously they were tight on me!"
Did he think I was seducing him the whole time? While pretending to hate him?
Well... I certainly wasn’t... not enjoying his attention.
He takes my hand. Interlocks our fingers.
"Are you sure?" His voice is soft and gentle.
Jack rarely uses this tone with me. It’s making me feel... weird.
I nod.
"I need words, doggy."
I look at him. At his dark eyes, his messy hair, the way he’s looking at me like I’m something precious.
"I’m sure," I say.
He squeezes my hand.
"So let’s do this." He claps his hands and stands up immediately, as if I might change my mind. He walks to the wardrobe, pulls out the lube.
Then he pauses.
Looks at it with narrowed eyes.
"Was this not sealed?" He turns the bottle over in his hands. "This is a health hazard."
"It was. Ciel opened it."
He looks at me. Waiting for an explanation. Because obviously he doesn’t need lube.
"For me," I say.
He’s still looking at me.
"He used it on me." I add.
I watch him do the mental math.
His eyes go wide.
"I wanted to watch" he says, genuinely devastated.
"It’s not what you’re thinking! It was just his fingers."
His eyes open wider.
His body has a very physical reaction, his dick jumps, grows impossibly bigger and harder.
"The mental images are killing me," he says.
I think about it—me in the bathroom, bent over the sink, Ciel behind me like a doctor during a prostate exam.
But I won’t burst his bubble.
He comes to the bed eagerly.
"So you’re prepped?"
I nod.
"Ciel did?"
I nod.
"I think I’m going to become religious now. Because such things can only be possible through divine intervention." He presses his palms together in mock prayer.
I slap his shoulder.
He clears his throat. Tries to look serious. Fails.
"So." He shifts closer, until his face is mere inches from mine. His thighs bracket my hips. His hands frame my head on the pillow. "How may I be of service?"
I swallow.
"Hard? Slow? Romantic?" His breath ghosts over my lips.
"Or you want me to fuck you like the animal you are, doggy?" He whispers.
My body does a full-body shudder. Goosebumps form on my skin, racing down my arms, my chest, my thighs.
He smirks. He knows.
"That’s what I thought."
I don’t have time to respond before there’s an iron grip on my waist. He flips me with ease—one moment I’m on my back, the next I’m on my stomach, face pressed into the pillows.
I barely have time to process the change of position before both my hands are trapped behind my back. His hand wraps around my wrists, holding them in place like they’re caught in a vice.
I struggle.
The grip is deathly. I can’t escape. I’m using full effort, straining against him, and he doesn’t budge.
When did he get so strong?
I love it. Who doesn’t want to be manhandled?
I struggle a bit more, twisting against his grip, just to feel him hold me tighter.
"Behave," he says.
"Make me."
His hand slides from my waist to the back of my neck.He pushes my face deeper into the pillows.
It’s high time I come to terms with something both Ciel and Jack already know.
I love being treated like this.
He moves his hand away from my neck. His other hand is still pinning both of mine, holding them in place behind my back. His grip is unyielding. Perfect.
Then he spreads my legs even wider.
"Let me have a look at my sunshine’s work," he says.
"After all he did this for me," he adds.
I want to disappear. I want to crawl under the pillows and never come out.
"He did good," Jack says. His thumb traces the edge of where I’m stretched, where Ciel’s fingers have been. "Really good."
Gosh this is so embarrassing,when are we getting down to business?