Letting Loose
Elsa groaned as the tension in her neck reached a fever pitch. Anna dragged her by her hand to the new dive bar she had discovered with her flame of the week.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" Anna coaxed as she pushed through the grimy door into the roar of the Friday night crowd.
Elsa bit her tongue. It wasn't like she had worked 60 hours this week alone in her company, nor had at least ten interviews for her next Sales Director as well as Law Consultant. Oh, not to mention that she still had to review Anna's new marketing brief, which had more than a few glaring holes in it.
They shoved through the crowd, much to the complaints of the patrons which varied from annoyance to approval. Elsa could already feel the sweat sneaking down her spine from the humidity. That and the clientele seemed more likely to lift her purse than say 'hello'.
The only thing keeping her going was her sister's hand in hers, unerringly finding the quickest way to the bar and slapping her hand down in the space victoriously, earning a few startled glances.
Anna's beaming face turned to Elsa's.
"What d'ya want then?" she asked, her eyes already flitting over the chalkboard above the mirror.
"Maybe just a gin and tonic," Elsa said, her hands pulling her blond hair into a bun behind her head.
It was small thanks that she had just enough time to head home and change into a shimmery tight midnight-blue top and black skinny jeans, otherwise she would have roasted in her synthetic skirt suit.
"Boo, what about the cocktails?" Anna said, her eyes scanning the very limited options.
"Just a gin and tonic for now I think," Elsa said, smiling.
Anna puffed her cheeks and instead turned to the next daunting task of getting a bartender's attention. With all the people, Elsa strained to get a fix where they were but clearly they were understaffed. The heat was almost unbearable. Elsa shucked off her leather jacket and hooked it over her arm as she took a look around.
It was almost Nordic in style, from the log fire in the corner, to the rugs on the floor and cushy couches that were overflowing with people. Very homely and not at all like Elsa would have thought a dive bar would be. There were wooden chandeliers mimicking deer's antlers as well as fashionably tarnished mirrors decorating various wooden struts throughout.
A person next to Anna moved out the way, cradling three pints of beer in hand. Sensing her opportunity, Elsa darted into the vacated space, slapping her hand on the bar along with her sister's. Grinning, Anna turned to her and took in her top.
"Oh, wow! Is it new?"
Elsa laughed despite herself.
"It's the one you got me for Christmas last year," she said. "Finally have a chance to use it."
"You work too much," Anna scolded.
Reminded of her business, the little tension that ebbed out seized her muscles once again.
"I thought this was a girls' night out," Elsa said, brushing her hand across her neck, subtly massaging her neck.
Anna narrowed her eyes before beaming again.
"You're right," she looked over Elsa's shoulder and waved her hand. "And for that we need shots. Excuse me good sir, we'll have four shots of vodka, a double gin and tonic and…" she looked at the cocktail menu. "What the hell, and two mojitos."
"Anna, I'm more than happy with a gin and tonic, I don't need a cocktail too."
"Who said the second was for you," she winked and turned to the bartender.
Rolling her eyes, she also twisted to face their server and her breath froze in her chest. If it wasn't hot in the bar already, Elsa would have overheated. Leaning on the bar with two broad masculine hands, the blonde-haired man's curved biceps cut against his tight black t-shirt. But that wasn't all that capitated her; it was the spiralling tattoos that sprawled from his neck, disappearing beneath the hem line, over his arms and curling around his knuckles. Raising her gaze, she found herself caught in icy blue eyes, fringed with well-used laugh lines.
"Will that be all?" he asked, his voice throaty and drawling.
Elsa resisted the urge to fan herself. Instead, she smiled.
"No, add another couple of mojitos to that, please," she broke her concentration with some difficulty as she rummaged and revealed her black credit card. "And forget the gin and tonic."
His eyes widened before grinning in that lopsided way that revealed a couple of dimples in his cheeks. Inner Elsa swooned. Beside her Anna crowed with delight.
"Right on! Let's get this party started!"
The man turned away to fulfil their order and normally Elsa had more control but without her permission, her eyes trailed along the rippling shoulders, down to the trim waist to the black jeans that cupped the most delicious ass she had ever seen. Swallowing around her dry throat, she tried to tune into her sister's ramblings.
"So, I feel like we haven't caught up in, like, forever," she gushed, her hands grasping her forearm. "So how have you been keeping up?"
Elsa's hands felt shaky in the presence of what could only be described as a Greek God literally only a foot away from her. She tucked them into her pockets and tried to focus on her exuberant sister.
"Anna, you literally see me every day at work."
"Yeah, but you're so busy being Ms CEO that I can't say anything like who did you fuck that week, can I?"
A bark of laughter escaped her before she could rein it back. Her cheeks flooded as Elsa peeked at the barman. He didn't seem to have noticed, thank God.
"True, well, there was Tony but we cut it off last month."
"What? Why? I thought things were going well with him?"
Elsa chuckled despite herself.
"Yeah, but with that kind of relationship," Elsa brushed a non-existent hair away from her neck as the mysterious man in front of her placed the four shots. "Nothing ever lasts."
"That's fair," she nudged two shots her way before holding one up. "Here's to being single and a boy in every port."
Her energy was contagious. Elsa grabbed one and clinked it with Anna's.
"Skal!" they said in unison as they tipped the sharp vodka down their throats. Barely wincing they both grabbed the second and knocked that back too.
"Phew!" Anna gasped, slapping her hand on the bar.
Elsa felt the roar of alcohol bloom in her chest like an old friend sending more heat to her cheeks as their attractive barman turned to place four mojitos in front of them, a customary grin on his face.
"Did I just hear another fellow Norwegian in here?" he yelled over the din.
Elsa's eyes widened. But before she could open her mouth, Anna dived in, her arms pushing up her breasts.
"Why yes, you did," she batted her eyelashes. "Straight from Oslo."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Bergen," he said, his eyes turning back to Elsa's once more. Her heart stuttered. He held out a hand. "I'm Jack."
"Elsa," she breathed and cursed herself for her numb throat.
He probably didn't hear her but when he mouthed her name back, another blush flooded her neck.
"It's nice to meet you," he said, folding his arms on the bar.
Anna's voice nattered in the background and while she saw Jack's eyes directed to her sister, Elsa could have sworn that their eyes caught every time she glanced up from her mojito.
"What are you guys doing around these parts, then?" he asked, his smouldering gaze once more one hers.
Elsa felt like she couldn't breathe.
"Well, my fabulous sister here owns her own fashion business, in Canary Wharf too," Anna slung her arm around Elsa's shoulder's
"Wow sister Elsa, you must know your stuff," Jack drawled, leaning further over the bar between them.
She grinned, a little of the alcohol loosening the taut muscles of her neck. Finally.
"I don't know about that," she said as her eyes traced the impressive pecs that were so close, she could reach out and trace them. "What about you?"
His brows pulled together. If Elsa didn't know any better, she would say he looked confused. He gestured around them.
"I own this bar." That sounded like a question.
Anna's mouth dropped open.
"Shut. Up." She squealed, she glanced at Elsa meaningfully.
He laughed. A deep bellied laugh that Elsa could watch all day from the way that he threw his head back exposing his long throat and prominent Adam's apple to the adorable tilt when he focussed his warm eyes back on her form. Elsa withheld the need to shift so her arms were also under her breasts. Any other time she would have, but it wouldn't be appropriate. Especially considering how much Anna favoured him; she was all but climbing over the divider and mounting him.
"Been here long then?" Elsa asked.
Though now he mentioned Bergen, she could almost hear the bluntness of his syllables.
"Just over ten years," he leaned forwards so they were almost nose to nose. "And yourself?"
"Two or thereabouts," she glanced down at his hands that were folded under him.
What she would give to have them under her or tracing her sternum as he watched her mount him, ride him-
She cleared her throat, her eyes meeting his again. As if he could read her mind, the look he gave her was almost sinful as his white teeth bit into his lower lip and his eyes cheekily dipped to the exposed skin above her chest.
If possible, her cheeks blushed further.
"Well, we're keeping you from some well-paying customers," Elsa glanced pointedly over her shoulder where the crowd seemed to likely to riot soon. "Thanks for the drinks."
She turned, mojitos in hand when his voice stopped her.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
She looked back at him, her heart picking up a stuttering beat. Was he going to ask for her number? Would she even say yes? As the last thought flitted through her mind, she saw his roguish smirk and knew deep in her stomach that she would say yes to him a thousand times.
But it wasn't to be as she spied her black credit card held between his index and middle finger. Mortified, she put down her drinks and went to grab it. Jack held it for a second longer, staring into her eyes before releasing the thin plastic. Elsa felt the heat seep into her muscles. She could imagine how that sensual mouth would be against her soft skin as her own tongue traced those attractive tattoos.
"Thanks," she said, tucking it back into her purse before picking her drinks back up again.
"You're more than welcome," his gaze turned to her sister. "Kristoff should be here in about ten if you want to find him."
Elsa whipped her head to her red-cheeked sister. Anna bustled off with her own two mojitos cradled between her hands. Turning back to Jack, she saw his attention had already been pulled by his other customers. She stifled her disappointment as she followed her sister through the crowd to a backdoor she hadn't noticed. Anna pushed through and Elsa followed, inhaling the scent of eucalyptus and smoke.
The beer garden was surround with heaters and fairy lights. Trellises cradled delicate spring flowers and to the side were a pile of faux fur rugs that some people had pulled over their own legs in the winter chill.
At the end of one of the tables, Anna found a space and plonked herself down with a sigh. Setting herself down a little more sedately, Elsa kept her own gaze on Anna as she fussed with her jacket, her bag, her purse, her straw, her drink until she met her older sister's knowing gaze.
"Stop that!" Anna said, blushing.
Elsa raised her eyebrows, her fingers playing with her straw as she took a long, innocent draw of her chilled drink. Knowing she only had to wait, Elsa glanced at her watch before examining the world around her. They were silent for a few seconds.
Anna didn't last long.
"Kristoff is the guy I've been seeing, and," she took a deep breath. "I think it's serious."
Elsa's brows that were already high on her forehead reached for the stars.
"How serious are we talking?" she asked, drawing another delicious pull of mojito.
Anna brushed her hair behind her shoulder.
"As in I've been seeing him for a month and…" she trailed off, awkward.
Elsa stifled a knowing smirk. Instead, she reached her hand over the table and laid it over the one clenched around the glass.
"And the fact that he's lasted this long sounds like he's a good one," she said reassuringly.
God knows after the Hans debacle, Anna had been cagier about the boys she had been seeing. Never lasting more than a few nights before she would head on to her new latest fling. Elsa was pleased that Anna had started opening back up to trusting the men she was seeing.
Movement in the garden caught her eye and a strapping straw-blonde man ducked through the trellis covered ceiling. Though when his eyes caught on their end of the table he grinned, changing direction until he was behind Anna.
"Hey you," he said, pressing his lips against Anna's pulse point.
Anna jumped, tipping her drink over the table with a clatter. Elsa jumped as the liquid splashed everywhere before making a break for the end of the table. Anna, on the other hand, whirled around.
"Kristoff!" she crowed, throwing her arms around his neck and planted a long, wet kiss.
Elsa glanced away, locating the napkins to mop up the mess of the table. But between bits of mint and chunks of ice, there was only so much she could do.
Finally, after a long embrace, Anna released him with a 'mwah'. She turned her glowing face to Elsa and her sister couldn't find it within her to begrudge her some PDA.
"Elsa, this is Kristoff that I told you about," she turned to the suddenly red-faced Kristoff. "Kristoff this is my sister, Elsa."
"Pleasure to meet you," he mumbled, bowing his head a moment.
"Nice to finally put a face to the name," Elsa beamed, holding her hand out to shake.
He took it. Firm handshake, not too long, not too short. Elsa nodded. He would do. The lack of beguilement in his gaze also said a lot for his personality. Like Anna, she suspected he wore his heart on his sleeve.
"Sorry to duck and run but I'm running late," he planted one more kiss on her sister's cheek. "I'll see you on my break."
"Can't wait," Anna replied, squeezing his hand as he left their table.
For a moment, Anna's eyes were caught on what Elsa noted was a very fine behind. Elsa cleared her throat. Jumping, Anna turned sheepishly back.
"So, you can't wait, huh?" Elsa teased, winking.
Anna's face, if at all possible got redder.
"NO! I mean, yes I can wait, I mean like not too long but y'know an appropriate amount of time and-"
Elsa reached over and grabbed Anna's wringing hands, stilling them.
"Anna, I'm joking," she said. "He seems like a great guy."
Anna's shoulders relaxed instantly, her blue eyes looking at hers hopefully.
"Really? You think so?"
"I know so," Elsa said loftily, leaning back once more. "You didn't see the way he was scanning the crowd until he saw you."
Anna ducked her head but Elsa could still see the pleased grin on her face.
"Whatever," then the standard mischievous grin that she knew so well emerged. "And what about his co-owner?"
Elsa frowned.
"Jack?" Anna said, leaning towards her, a knowing glint in her eye. "He's fit, is he not?"
Now her turn to blush, Elsa straightened her back, staring her sister dead in the eye.
"I didn't notice," she lied, her hand fiddling with her straw.
"No?" Anna said, tossing her hair that had fallen in front of her face again. "Oh, I guess I just imagined how your eyes were happening to stare at his delicious biceps, or that when he turned around with his peachy ass in your face, your mind was completely on our conversation. My bad."
The reminder just allowed her mind to play with the options. He was attractive. Really attractive, she allowed. Probably more attractive than any she had let near her in the two years since she began her company.
"He seems nice."
Anna's shoulders deflated.
"Nice?" she shook her head. "Nice? Elsa you were all but drooling like he was the last piece of chocolate cake in the store."
Elsa swallowed. She would like to eat him up. Rather than letting her interfering sister realise that, she took a long draw of her drink. Though no matter how nonchalantly she could act for her sister, her body was humming with barely supressed excitement over the encounter. He was capable and those arms. Ruefully, Elsa realised her sister knew her favourites. Which made this day all the more suspicious.
Clunking her drink down, she glared at Anna who persisted in innocence.
"You knew he'd be here," Elsa accused.
Anna backed up, hand to her chest, eyes wide.
"I don't know what you mean."
"You knew Jack would be serving the bar and you thought to set us up!"
Anna persisted for only a second before her exuberance returned.
"OK, so sue me!" she said, leaning forward. "I know you Elsa, when you were telling me about Tim-"
"Tony."
"-Whatever, you need a little spice in your life girl and that boy is a vindaloo!"
Elsa snorted.
"A vindaloo?"
Anna tried to inhale her snort but couldn't.
"OK, so I'm not good with words-"
"Again, encouraging from my Marketing Director but-"
"Come on Elsa, when was the last time that you really let yourself go since you started Fjord Fashion? Seriously."
Despite herself, Elsa realised, it was not since university. Which was just plain embarrassing and a fact that she would not, could not admit to her sister. But alike many of their conversations, their psychic link prevailed. Anna looked overly smug as she played with her drink.
"Shut it," Elsa snapped.
Anna didn't look the least bit daunted. Her eyes drifted over Elsa's shoulder suddenly and she knew that anything that came with that malicious gleam couldn't be good. Standing up on her bench, Anna waved to someone behind Elsa.
"Oh Jack! We were just wondering when you would be let off."
Desperation suddenly seized Elsa. She all but leapt over the table to try and pull the girl down, but alas the damage was done as she heard the warm drawling voice behind her.
"You've been wondering after loitering at my bar for how long?" Jack asked as he climbed onto the seat next to Elsa.
Though the heaters were working overtime above them, Elsa was more aware of the hot thigh that was nearly pressed to her own. The boy clearly worked out by the clenching of those incredible thigh muscles.
Elsa swallowed. She glared at her sister who was all but oblivious as she chatted with Jack.
"Of course not! But I knew how you have your break around this time, keeping the peace and all that and I just thought: 'huh, wouldn't it be great to have you join us' and Elsa was just telling me how she loved the Scandinavian theme running through the bar. How much it reminded her of home.'"
Wincing at the more than obvious set up, she turned her face to Jack who looked more than a little amused. In fact, he looked like he was trying to hold in a laugh.
"Your sister said all that? I'm flattered."
A pointy shoe kicked her shin. Elsa ignored her sister, sipping her drink. When clearly Elsa wasn't going to answer, Anna took it upon herself to continue the wingman position.
"Yes, she so misses the snow where you can just curl up in front of the fire under a blanket," Anna said. "Do you miss Norway too?"
Elsa, despite herself, wanted to hear his answer. She brought her gaze up from the minty depths of her drink to find herself captivated by Jack's eyes.
"In a way. My sister lives in Oslo with her boyfriend," he propped his elbow on the table, shifting his position until he was facing Elsa more, his knee accidently knocking into her own. "I try to visit as much as I can – much to Sacha's annoyance."
A kinship she could understand. Elsa meddled just as much as Anna yet she couldn't imagine being separated by the sea and land too.
"You must miss her a lot," Elsa said. "That and intimidating her poor boyfriend to tears."
A wolfish grin appeared on the almost innocent face.
"Me? Intimidate? Never."
Elsa arched a brow as she let her eyes obviously trace over the bulging biceps, his thick thighs and the black tattoos that trailed over his body.
"Clearly."
Jack leaned forwards.
"I'm meek as a kitten."
She thoroughly doubted it. All his movements suggested the coiled power of a tiger. The thought of his body arching over hers ferociously sent her retreating once more to her drink, only to find that it was empty as she noisily sucked at the ice cubes. Not that it could have done much for the heat that flooded straight to her stomach. This man could be bottled sex.
"Well, I suppose I guess I have to go grab another round," Anna said, grabbing the empty glasses, hopping away before Elsa could grab her.
Now hopelessly alone with a man who was more than her type, she tried to play nice, hoping Anna would be quick. Or slow, if Jack's eyes kept looking at her like that.
"What about you?" he asked, not shifting that knee that was pressed so close to hers,
Elsa glanced at his challenging eyes and straightened. As if she would allow herself to be cowed by a man.
"I'm a panther," she said, leaning closer.
He hummed, his thigh somehow aligning with her own. If sparks could have shot straight to her core, she couldn't have been more surprised. It wasn't like it was a dry spell. She had only ended things with Tony the other month.
"So, a predator," he deduced.
"In my line of work, you have to be ruthless."
Jack hummed, his mouth pursing. Elsa was almost too distracted by the soft looking lips to understand what he said next.
"Sounds lonely."
She bristled and pulled her thigh away.
"Only for people who don't know how to balance things."
Jack propped his head on his fist.
"And you know how to do that?"
Disliking the interrogation, she arched a cool brow that had cowered many directors to her opinion.
"I don't know, you tell me."
Instead of stiffening, Jack threw his head back and a laugh barked out of that thick throat.
"I'll let you know when I have the answer," he said.
"Oh," the fight deflating out of her shoulders. "Well."
Not like it mattered apparently. Elsa caught the way his eyes flickered between her top's thin straps and the low hemline. Instead of sparking the fight back up, the alcohol in her system demanded that she enjoy it while she could. She leaned back, using her own forearm as a prop. She used her hand to pull out her hair tie.
Her blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders until she had a little cover.
Jack's eyes traced over the thick curls, his perpetual smirk seemed to warm, his eyes deepening as if wholly focussed on absorbing all that he could see.
"So, what are you girls doing tonight?" he asked, changing the subject so brusquely that Elsa almost started.
"Just a sisterly catch up - I think she wanted to introduce me to Kristoff."
He nodded, turning to his pocket before pulling out a cigarette.
"The way he's been lolling at the bar hopelessly after her, I'll be surprised if they don't tie the knot by the end of this year," he clicked his lighter until a flame popped up and lit up the end.
"So pessimistic," Elsa tutted. "Six months, tops."
Jack laughed again, a puff of smoke clouding his face for a moment.
"You think them so hopeless?"
From somewhere within herself, a devil emerged. Taking his cigarette from his pursed lips she turned it to her own, sucking in the smoke.
"No," she blew her breath out. "Just Anna's determined."
Her heart was frantic as she caught his eyes. His whole expression screamed that he wasn't focussing on a word she said, but on the way her mouth pursed around the cigarette end and her delicate fingers curled possessively over it.
She couldn't find it within herself to be embarrassed anymore. She was an attractive woman. She knew that. He was an attractive man; he knew that. And so what that Anna introduced them. She was right, this man was a tall glass of everything she dreamed about. When was the last time she really let go? Not vetting the man's personality before clinically performing the deed for her own needs, ensuring a soft personality that would complement her own difficult one.
As his eyes flickered to her lips as she took another drag, she wondered what it would be like to compete with this man in bed. Jack looked like a man who loved control and dominated.
When was the last time she let that happen? She was 26 for Christ's sake. She had a healthy appetite but clearly she had only let herself eat the low-calorie version of this man who was all rock, laughter and gaiety.
She handed back the cigarette to the enigmatic Jack.
They were silent as he smoked. It wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it was the opposite. Elsa was directly under two heaters and could feel the way that it hummed over her skin let alone her own hyper awareness of the man beside her. But there was no way she could go away from Anna.
Although speaking of her wayward sister, she had been gone a long time. Elsa glanced towards the door but there was no sign of Anna.
"Has anyone ever told you, you have beautiful eyes," Jack's voice said, popping her concentration.
Whipping back to Jack, she saw his pose even more relaxed than before, his body leaning to hers as he smiled softly. Determined for him not to notice how pleased she was, Elsa rolled her eyes and flipped her hair out of the way as she folded her arms beneath her breasts. His eyes darted to her cleavage and back again.
"Why, people only say that to me if they want something," Elsa said, the flirty imp within her, overtaking all of her senses. "Did you want something from me, Jack?"
His eyes darkened and all the flirting had reached its crescendo. Her heart pounded. He leaned closer until he was at her ear and the din faded into the background.
"I want you," he murmured, his hot breath caressing the shell of her ear.
Goosebumps raced across her skin. Her mouth was dry but nevertheless, she never backed down from a challenge. She pivoted her head slightly until their lips were but a millimetre away.
"Haven't you heard," she whispered, "'I want doesn't get'?"
He arched that cheeky brow of his while their noses brushed.
"Only for those with no ambition," he murmured back, his eyes flaring brightly.
Without another word, he crushed her mouth to his. Not the delicate goodnight kiss, not the 'hello, I've been away awhile' kiss. This was the kind that romance novels could only hope to capture. Her breath rushed out her nose as his lips fused to hers. He tasted like mint as his tongue teased its way into her mouth.
She gasped and her hand that was trapped under her breasts, emerged and grabbed Jack by the back of his neck, holding him to her mouth, cleaving him to her lips. He groaned. Without a thought for the people around them, Elsa pushed herself into him, tilting her head further so he could slide deeper into her mouth.
The hot air of the outdoor heaters and the heat of the man in front of her steamed her skin. As Jack threaded his fingers through her hair, the feel of his cool hand on her clammy neck was enough that she was ready to scream salvation. Her stomach liquidated into a familiar pool of honied lust. She could feel her knickers dampening as his mouth devoured hers.
If only she could blame it on being the least bit tipsy but this man's touch was like caffeine, awakening her limbs and senses until all she could do was react. She felt his other hand cup her elbow, tugging her although she was as plastered to him as she could be. Those perfect white teeth that she had admired earlier bit her lower lip.
Her lower self clenched. OK, so this guy knew what he was doing. But never one to take the backseat, Elsa forced his head closer with her hand as she moved her mouth to that knife-like jawline and nibbled her way down to his tattooed throat. What she wouldn't give to have the time to explore every inky tendril in more detail.
She gasped for breath. Their embrace had shifted her clothes so her top exposed the fringe of one silky cup. Jack didn't bother hiding his appreciative look before staring back into her eyes.
"You were saying?" he asked.
Elsa felt validated that he seemed just as out of breath as she was. She trailed her hand over a warm pec like she had been dreaming about since she had first entered the bar. The cocky air surrounding him was as intoxicating as the drinks he made. She drew her eyes up the column of his throat until she met that steady gaze once more.
"I was saying that I think we should take this somewhere more private," she dared, her eyes flickering to his lips and then to his eyes, which were heavy with desire.
Jack hummed, his large hand sliding along her lower back. Not that she realised, as she swayed towards him.
"It's a good thing I just clocked out then," his voice deepened as he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth.
Embarrassingly, Elsa felt her lids flutter almost closed at the sensuous feel of his lips so close to her. In fact, her stomach felt hot and demanding. It had only been a month for her and yet her body was craving this man's like it had been a year-long drought.
"Your place?" she asked, her lips teasingly brushing his own.
"Above the bar," he groaned, his hand pulling her upright.
Elsa downed the last of her drink but nothing more as Jack seized her hand and yanked her after him. The crowd realised his intent and parted like the Red Sea, pulling a now giggling Elsa. They exited the beer garden, turning immediately left and entered the gate next door. The dark slippery steps were hardly a challenge as they climbed them to the shadowed door.
As Jack fumbled for his keys, Elsa couldn't resist tracing his waist, pressing needy kisses to the nape of his neck, centre of his back, wherever she could reach. Jack cursed. She heard the clatter of the keys in the lock, being jiggled as he struggled.
Elsa slid her hands around to the deliciously rock-hard abs that she had been dreaming about. She inhaled deeply. She needed patience. She needed resolve. But as Jack finally stumbled through the door and captured her lips once again, she realised those words didn't belong with this man.
Delighted, she threw her arms around his neck, pushing herself to her tip toes, moaning into his mouth.
This was not the caress of minutes ago where he kept his hands tastefully away for the areas that were most desperate for her attention. Boldly, he grabbed her ass and pulled her up his body, dragging her top further down until her bra was exposed. She could feel him against her stomach and her eyes almost rolled at the size.
Instead, she released one arm and slid it along the rough waistline of his jeans until she palmed him. Jack grinded into her. Her breath puffed against his lips as he pulled away from her mouth only to seal it to her smooth skin of her throat.
His teeth nibbled her taut neck and she arched into him further, grinding against him. How had she denied herself this long? Why hadn't she sought out someone like Jack before?
She knew as Jack pulled away, staring down at her as his fingers tugged at her jean's button. He was sin wrapped up in delicious tattoos and confidence. He was a man that took control. Much alike her in every sense except he took life as he got it which was wholly the opposite of her being.
Rather than caring, her cheeks flooded as the zipper being pulled down echoed in the room.
"Elsa," he whispered, using his grip on either side of her jeans to reel her back to his lips.
Her hands rested against his chest and she clenched her fingers, delighting that those pecs did not give one hard inch.
Suddenly everything was going too slowly. She shoved her hands underneath his t-shirt and rolled it up until the white head of hair was revealed, all mussed. Jack smiled, his hand cupping the back of her neck but she pulled back.
Her eyes roamed the beautifully chiselled chest that led to the inked ribbed abdomen. Anna was right; Elsa was drooling over this Adonis.
She could tell Jack loved the attention as he also took a step back, examining her. Elsa glanced down and supposed she made a picture as she leaned against the front door. Her jeans exposed her lacy black underwear and her pretty top was crumpled beneath the bust of her French silk bra.
Tossing her hair back, she shimmied out of her top, holding it by her fingers until she teasingly let it drop in the silence. The whisper of the fabric was as loud as a gunshot. Palming off her heels, she stepped towards him so her contained breasts brushed against his chest. His breath puffed a few wayward strands of her hair.
"You were saying?" she asked.
Jack panted.
"That we both have too many clothes on."
Elsa's pounding body lit up. Without any grace they clashed together again. His mouth pushed against hers, moulding her to his. His tongue traced her lips and she opened willing. He plundered her, stoking a flame into an all out bonfire. She whimpered.
She grasped the back of his neck desperately. She anchored him as his hands smoothed down to her breasts. She arched into his chest as his hands kneaded her. She clenched. She needed direct contact.
Releasing him, she unclasped her bra and the fabric tumbled to the floor ignored. Finally, she felt his warm hands directly on her skin. She broke back, moaning.
Jack didn't let her have a reprieve as his mouth mimicked hers earlier, kissing down her throat until his hands lifted her breasts to his mouth. Sucking in one nipple, Jack stirred her body into a mass of soft, willing woman. His ministrations forced her hips to flinch into his own, grinding for some relief of this pleasurable agony.
"Jack," she moaned.
Without warning, his grip on her breasts moved to her ass and hitched her up. Automatically, her legs tied themselves tight around him as he swung them around to the closest kitchen counter.
Releasing her hips, Jack muscled his way between her thighs, crushing himself to her. Elsa exalted in this embrace. Never had she been this wild, this needy. Every previous encounter was almost perfectly guessed. She would know when she would be given the expected pleasure but it missed all the passion that Jack embodied.
She leant her head back on the counter and Jack wasted no time in shucking himself free of his briefs. His cock bounced back up. She swallowed. She couldn't resist. She grasped him. His hot, silky dick felt amazing in her hand. Running her palm over the tip, she spread his wetness back down, briskly pulling him closer and closer to the edge.
He groaned, his head falling to her shoulder. Not that it stopped him from hitching his grip on her ass until she was scooted to the edge, so she was so close to him but still separated by her clothes. He panted in her ear and she arched into it.
The feeling of his moist breath against the shell of her ear was so intimate. That she was the one causing him to lose control was almost too much for her own body. She needed him. Now.
Pushing him away, she wriggled her way out of her knickers and jeans. Guessing her plan, Jack helped shuck off the annoying fabric, kneeling down to pull it off one leg at a time. The heat of his mouth was so close to her thigh. Would he not just get up and come to her? Greedy, she tugged at his shoulders but he was immovable.
She glanced down to find his gaze riveted to her. She clenched. Darting one cheeky grin up at her, his mouth finally connected with her inner thigh's sensitive skin. Her legs jerked. Seizing them both, Jack held her open as he nuzzled his way further up to her juncture. Elsa held her breath.
Sparing one last glance for her, Jack buried his face between her thighs, right into the waiting heat.
The shock of pleasure ricocheted up her body. Elsa knocked her head back on the cabinet. Jack's mouth made love to her clit, pressing delicious open-mouthed kisses before tonguing her entrance. She shifted her hips closer to him. She felt his growl of approval rather than heard it. Moving one big hand from pinning her thigh, he stroked upwards until a finger delved into her hot channel.
She clenched around the digit, her hips once again moving restlessly. His mouth captured her clit, mouthing over it, licking it, sucking while his finger pressed into her entrance again, stroking the soft flesh with an easy rhythm. She was gasping, out of breath, as her fingers tangled wantonly in his hair, trapping him against her.
He inhaled deeply before pushing his face further in. His mouth lowered to her entrance licking it as his fingers began to stroke faster. The feel of his sharp nose bumping against her clit was bliss. Her body was tightening and Elsa refused to stop this man who was bringing her to the brink.
Never before had Elsa experienced this in the bedroom. Or even a kitchen, like it was now. In her twenty six years it had taken for her to find this man who was doing such incredible things. What else was out there that she had been denying herself?
All her musings evaporated as his fingers shot deep into her with one final pulse as Jack's mouth laved her clit.
Combusting, Elsa cried out, her fingers clenching in his soft hair. Her legs shook in her release as she finally wilted, her sweaty thighs making the countertop slick. Jack spared one last lick before he stood up, a cocky smirk on his face.
Elsa stared at him, her breath skating over her dry mouth, just basking in the after-glow and looking at this prime male specimen that had just given her one of her best orgasms in her life. Her eyes traced down his washboard abs to his erection. She needed more.
Her ankles hooked around Jack's back, hauling him closer. Jack's eyes widened before the drowsiness returned. He dove for her lips. Gasping, her tongue tasted herself as she massaged it with his own.
The feel of his dick against her slick lips was almost enough to set her off. She was a waiting mass of desire ready to be stoked, to be put out - she didn't know, but she did know she needed him in her. Now.
But Jack refused. His head pressed against her entrance but teased her clit, rubbing it, mingling her juices with his own. Elsa groaned.
Seeking to dampen her desire, she mistakenly forced her lips against his. Her desire flushed hotter. His mouth was made for hers. He shifted his hips, rubbing against her sensitive opening. She tilted her hips, encouraging him to take the plunge.
He didn't.
Instead, he returned to her neglected nipples, tonguing one before sucking the other. Elsa wriggled. Why wasn't he taking what she was clearly offering?
Tortured enough, Elsa, in turn, grabbed one masculine hip and the other slid around his cock and guided him into her tight breach.
Jack's hand slammed against the cupboard beside her head. Elsa grinned at his face that was one part agony, the other pure pleasure. His eyes flicked to her and her breath caught. No one had ever looked at her like that. Like the world could end, but he wouldn't care less. He was devouring her body, drinking up her existence.
He inched forward and they both bowed their heads to each other. Her lower self fluttered, trying to pull him deeper where she was aching for him to just take her.
"Please," she begged.
And that snapped whatever semblance of control Jack had. Without another word, he rammed himself home. Elsa cried out. Her vagina fluttered around the big intrusion. Her throat whimpered. She welcomed him, her heel digging into that peachy ass.
Pulling almost all the way back out, he struck home again. Elsa wrapped her arms around his shoulder, burying her face and the embarrassing noises escaping her into his neck. Normally she could make the acceptable noises for her partner, yet Jack elicited it by just his dick rubbing near her clit, pulling it, torturing that swollen nub until she was writhing closer.
"Oh!" she cried.
"What do you want, girl?" he demanded as he battered her.
His speed was inhumane as he pressed her further and further back until her head was knocking against the cabinet again. She couldn't bring herself to care as she felt the fire pit in her lower stomach begin to erupt. Her limbs were immersed in a sexual heat. Her mouth was dry as she fought to keep up with his unrelenting pace. Her nails dug into his sweaty back and tried to find purchase to anchor herself to the world. Jack groaned.
"I-I-I want you," she moaned, tilting her hips until he hit that spot multiple times.
Crying out, she twined her body ever closer. She could feel his sharp hips as he pummelled into her, the friction of his dick was unbelievable and impossibly, she got wetter. Her throat was raw from the cries her body forced her to make. And like a star she imploded.
Her body was an aching mass of release, her fingers, her toes, her eyelids fluttered and the pure ecstasy that raced up and down her spine, was directed solely by her soaked entrance. Her muscles fluttered around his thick cock and Jack's movements grew more erratic until he buried himself one final time with a roar.
In the silence, Elsa embraced every moment. From the way his dick twitched and softened within her, to Jack's sweat-slicked forehead resting on her clavicle, she learnt it all. Her hands smoothed their way up and down his rippling back, before one cupped his hip and the other the nape of his neck.
Jack raised his head, his eyes slumberous yet bright as he took in her dishevelled appearance. No words needed to be said as she giggled and Jack's cocksure grin returned. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.
The desire was still there but it had abated for a time. Elsa returned the languid slide of their mouths, pushing her breasts against his chest. Without another word, Jack pulled out of her thighs before gripping her waist. Shocked, Elsa had only a moment before she was flipped upside down, her stomach pressed into Jack's broad shoulder.
"Hey!"
Although her indignance was ruined by her laughter as Jack strode caveman-style past their discarded clothes, and further into his apartment. It was so odd that even though she knew they were above the bar, she couldn't actually hear any of the noise.
Eventually, she was righted and chucked onto a bouncy mattress. She had only the time to push her hair out of the way before Jack was prowling over her body. Naturally, she leaned backwards on the mattress onto her elbows, her breasts pointing upwards. So comfortable and easy, she slipped into her native language.
"Du er veldig sjef," she teased, as she brushed her hand along that impressive jawline, toying with the tip of a tattoo.
His mouth pressed her down until the soft pillows cradled her head. Pulling back briefly, Jack brushed the hair out of her face.
"Believe me, you don't know how bossy I can be," he said. "But you will."
And with that, he shut her up in a way that she was learning to love.
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du er veldig sjef – you're very bossy