See Her (Turn it Up #1)

Chapter 16

16

MAYZIE

J ack leads me out the door to the back lot where we parked earlier. Immediately outside the door, we’re assaulted by a heavy downpour of cool rain. We’d heard of the possibility, but the volume of water coming down on us so suddenly is a shock, and I bark out a surprised laugh.

We dash to the truck, getting absolutely soaked in the few short strides, and by the time I’m in the passenger seat, both my hair and clothes are sticking to me.

Jack’s long bangs hang in his face in wet strands as he turns the engine over, and once we’re on the road, his hand finds my wet, denim-clad thigh.

In fifteen minutes, we pull up in the driveway of his sister’s grand house and hustle through the sheeting rain, which has become torrential. We make it into Jack’s house and kick off our shoes at the door, both of us soaking wet.

The dogs don’t take much notice of our return, simply raising their heads from where they’re piled together in Trooper’s bed before settling back down, happy to be warm and dry. Lucky shits.

I hold onto the door as I kick my sandals off, trying not to shiver .

“Come on, baby,” Jack rasps out, and I follow him down the dark hallway that leads to what I presume is his bedroom, where a soft blue glow is coming in through the curtains.I go over to the window, look out and see that the rain is still coming down over the night lit pool.

“Give me a sec, I’ll find a shirt for you to put on,” Jack says, heading to his dresser.

“Okay,” I murmur as I take in his room that hosts a queen bed parallel to the windows that dons a cloud of simple white bedding. Across from that is a long black dresser that Jack stops in front of before reaching behind him to pull his own wet t-shirt off over his head. My next breath seems to lodge in my throat as I take in an unwitting show of the tendons and muscles when he bunches the wet garment in his hands and twists to send it sailing into a laundry basket near the door.

I’m now frozen where I stand, realizing that I’ve never seen him without a shirt before.Every muscle of his long and lean frame is nicely defined, from his abs, to his chest, to his biceps.His tattoos, some of which I haven’t seen before, are now fully on display.

He pulls open a drawer and starts looking through it.In the dark room lit with the blue glow from the window on his light skin, he looks almost ethereal, and his tattoos and the lines of his muscles stand out in contrast.I’m staring at him with an interest that isn’t strictly sexual.I’m in awe.He’s beautiful, and when he removed his shirt, he took away a layer of armor, showing me more of him.I catch his eye in the mirror over the dresser, and he stops digging through the drawer. He slowly straightens up while staring back at me, his hair still damp and hanging partly in his eyes.

“Are you checking me out?” he asks, with a flirty smile.

“Yeah… I am,” I admit, not trying to hide it. I don’t want to act casual and avert my eyes. I want to keep looking at him. I’m feeling a little bashful at being caught, but I don’t take my eyes away .

“I’m more than okay with that,” he says, moving away from the dresser in slow but deliberate steps so that we’re right in front of each other.“Would it be okay…” he begins, and it looks like he’s trying to tread carefully, “if I did the same?”

His eyes are dark as he stares at me, and his words take a second to sink in.I feel my blood rushing through my entire body, giving me that combined feeling of excited and scared.But there’s something else added to the mix this time; a need.I feel this urgency to be close to him,to be skin on skin.I finally nod, my eyes staying trained on Jack as I reach down for the hem of my top. My movements are hesitant, though I try not to take ridiculously long taking it off. I’ve never stripped in front of a guy before; all my previous encounters made me so nervous that a guy might not like what he sees. Don’t get me wrong, Jack makes me nervous in his own way… a so much better way.

The absence of the clingy, wet top is both a relief and a rush when I find myself standing in front of him in my light blue lacey bra, goosebumps breaking out over my damp skin.

With hooded eyes, he lets his gaze gracefully coast between the skin of my stomach to meet my own. His breath hitches as he continues his perusal with a look of reverence, like he’s momentarily stunned. When he releases a gust of breath, I notice a new kind of heat in his eyes.

“Can I see more of you?” he rumbles.

A tingling warmth flashes across my skin at his request, and a breath shudders out of me when I go to reach behind me for the clasp of my bra, my nerves threading with an overwhelming want. I try not to tremble as I pull the straps down my shoulders.

“My God,” he rasps as the bra drops away from me, leaving us both naked from the waist up. I let out another breath, made ragged by the erratic beat of my heart, and it makes his eyes widen slightly.

“Cold?” he whispers, reaching for my hand.

“Yes and no,” I answer softly. I am feeling all kinds of shivers, I just don’t know if it has to do with my damp skin craving his warmth , or the fray of nerves consuming every fiber of my body. As we stand here, only inches apart, some kind of switch has been flipped, and even though we’re barely touching, our bodies are sending all of this energy to each other in powerful waves that I can feel radiating all around us.

“Come here,” he whispers, tugging me towards him, but what I think is going to be a warm and comforting hug skips straight to an urgent embrace, both our breathing jumping into a duet of rapid pants and gasps. Jack’s hand threads into my hair as he captures my mouth with his, making me emit a small whimper against his lips. It makes him groan in return, and the vibration sends a flush of heat rushing between my legs, causing the sound to come up my throat again.

Our hands are everywhere. Jack’s glide and grip against the skin of my back while mine explore the ridges of his abs and chest the best they can from where I’m encased in his arms. When his lips break from mine to venture down my neck, I can’t help the breathy moan that travels up my throat.

I feel my breasts swell slightly, aching for his touch, and as if reading my body, Jack pulls me against him, our chests pressing together. It both soothes and magnifies the need in me.

Returning his lips to mine, Jack crouches down, locking his long powerful arms around my waist and lifting me up to carry me the few short feet to the bed. Butterflies explode in my chest at the thought of where this is going.

Placing me down on the mattress, Jack’s mouth continues its fervent exploration of my body. I feel almost drunk on the reaction all the parts of me are having to his. It makes my heart drop through my stomach, and I feel like we’ve been consumed by a giant wave.My hands continue to roam his body, and after a few moments, he breaks the kiss to move his mouth down my neck while his hands travel down the sides of my body, gripping my hips.One of them comes back up to cup my breast, which fits perfectly in his hand, swiping his thumb across it a few times, making my sex pulse to life with arousal. A moan parts my lips as I fall back, resting on my hands while his body leans against mine, shrouding it like a blanket of smooth skin and muscle.

Jack’s lips skim up my neck in a tender caress before latching to the spot on my neck right below my jaw, making my breath hitch in my throat while he puts his weight on one hand, reaching for the clasp of my jeans, undoing the button.I lie back and arch up so that he can pull them down and off me, leaving me in nothing but my navy satin bikinis.The keen awareness of what’s happening sends a warm excitement is flowing to every tender part of me when he climbs on top of me, giving me his weight. My arms go around his neck as I bask in this beautiful moment that drives me crazy at the same time.I’d be completely on board if he just ravaged me right now, but he’s being so sweet with me, and since this is treatment I haven’t gotten before, I’m letting myself enjoy every second while his lips nudge and tease at mine.

After a while, he shifts his weight to the side and reaches for the fly on his own jeans, his lips never leaving mine. I hear the button pop, followed by the sound of the zipper, and I almost lose my mind when he straightens up to work them down his hips, taking his boxer briefs with them.He reaches over to open the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed, pulling out a condom and laying it on the bed beside us before resuming his position on top of me like he’s offering a shelter I never want to leave. The sound of our desperate breaths mingles with that of the rain patting on the roof as he buries his face in my neck while his rough, calloused hand travels down my stomach, all the way down under my panties. He brings his lips to mine again and I whimper into his mouth, gripping his arm and arching into his hand as he begins to rub my clit with a pressure that sends ripples through my body. I tilt my head back and moan, and he lets out a gravely exhale at the sound.Hardly thinking, I reach down between us and wrap my hand around him, wanting to make him feel as good as he is making me feel.A rush courses through me when I find how thick he is and he drops his head to my shoulder as I begin to stroke him.

“Mayzie…” He brings his lips to hover just over mine, “…do you wan t this?”

“Yes,” I say, nodding.I’ve never wanted something so bad.

Jack

I could write a million songs about this moment; about Mayzie’s gorgeous body, and the wonder in her grey eyes that reflect the blue light from outside. Her brown hair is wet and tousled, laying in tangles around her shoulders and dampening my pillow.

“Jack?” she sighs, and I almost lose my mind at the way her eyes slightly dilate with the movement of my fingers. Her hand wrapped around my cock is having the same effect on me; making my breath catch in my throat and my eyes slam shut at the overwhelming feelings coursing through me. Her eyes hold both a question and a yearning, and though I’m unsure of the sentiment behind it, it’s almost my undoing.

“I want you,” I tell her as adamantly as I can, considering she’s stealing my breath. I’ve wanted her since the moment I saw her smile and heard her laugh in that café. I thought she was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. But in this moment, she’s the most beautiful and alluring sight I’ve ever imagined, and I want to drown in her. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than I want you.”

Her beautiful eyes close and I kiss her parted lips as if my words are a contract that I’m signing and sealing.

I keep kissing her, reveling in each sound she makes in response to my fingers stroking at her center.

I’ve never been with somebody in this way before.I’ve never taken my time, not like this,and I’m enjoying every single minute of it, just as much as I hope she is.This is our first time together, and I want her to know that she’s safe with me. That she’s cherished. I’m seeing parts of her I’ve never seen, and touchi ng parts I’ve never touched. Just feeling her bare skin pressed against mine like this is ecstasy to me, making me want to get closer.

Mayzie’s breathing escalates and I feel her tense beneath me, her shoulders arching back into the mattress.

“Jack,” she pants, her voice straining. “Please… please, I need you to–”

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” I whisper, increasing the pressure and pace just marginally, trying to bring her to that beautiful crescendo I’m so eager to hear. I lick lightly at her lips, trying to get her closer, and she cries out. She releases my dick to clutch onto my shoulders and it’s both a relief and a hardship.

Mayzie writhes beneath me as she chases her breath, her grip tightening gratifyingly into my shoulders.

Come on, baby, I inwardly plead with her, my own arousal making me almost lightheaded.

I pump my fingers in and out of her harder, feeling her warm, wet walls tighten around them as she cries out, holding onto me with everything she’s got.

My heart is pounding right along with hers as she rides it out; the waves seemingly endless for her. The speed of my heart rate, the heat washing over me, and the straining ache in my cock almost make me feel like I came right along with her, but another thrill of anticipation shoots through me at the realization we’re just getting started. I want to spend all night making her feel this way.