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WAITING FOR YOU
Nickolina Jennings took the last box from the back of her car. God, but she was tired. Thankfully there wasn’t much left to do. She’d moved, well, sort of. The problem was her move wasn’t finished and wouldn’t be for another month.
Nicki had never house sat before, but this little deviation from her usually well-ordered life should work out perfectly. Her apartment would be ready August 1st. Her teaching job would begin the following month. All she needed to do was to relax for the next few weeks surrounded with luxury and all should work out.
She’d marked every box, but there were so many of them and just about every one that hadn’t gone into storage had been stacked in the atrium. Boxes of books and papers should have been placed in her room, along with another box holding her sheets and towels, only they weren’t there.
She might be house-sitting, but while she was here, she wanted to use her personal articles. She looked into the bathroom and sighed knowing before she did she wouldn’t find the box of towels there. No, the only box in there was her pots and that should have been taken with the others to the storage unit.
Lord only knew where the food was. Luckily she’d thrown away just about everything that wasn’t dry, but for a dozen eggs, which, judging by what she’d seen so far, were sure to go bad by the time she found them.
Tonight she’d use the master bedroom. Tomorrow she’d find her own things. What she needed right now was a shower, her sheets and towels and the pizza she’d ordered. At the thought of pizza, her stomach growled. Just then, as if on cue, the doorbell rang.
Two hours later she was sound asleep in the master suite, comfortable in her aunt’s huge bed.
* * * *
Rick Callahan swerved into the dark driveway and stopped the car before the front door. He was too tired to bother parking in the garage tonight. He let himself in, reset the alarm and made it up the stairs to the bedroom. How the hell he did it, he’d never know. He’d driven more than fourteen hours, bringing his daughter home to her mother and back again without stopping for more than gas and coffee. As it turned out, it was a stupid thing to do, despite the fact that he’d promised Emily, his step-mother not to leave the house empty even for one night. Twice he’d found himself about to fall asleep behind the wheel. The next time he made the trip he’d take a room at a motel somewhere and sleep a few hours before starting the trip back.
He noticed the boxes and smiled knowing Nicki had arrived. She was coming for a short stay, only not too short, if he had anything to day about it. When he’d first met her she was a snotty, chubby little kid, barely fourteen. It hadn’t taken but a year or two for her to change from a gangling little duckling into a gorgeous swan. Her horn-rimmed glasses became contact lenses, her blonde hair grew thick and lustrous, while her chubby body left childhood behind and became sleek, tanned and strong. Still, her snotty comments remained. Idly he wondered if she’d grown quiet and cooperative over the years. A smile turned into a slow wicked grin. He hoped not.
Rick had no need of light. He knew this house as well as he knew his own, having played here every summer as a kid. In the master bedroom he stripped away his clothes and slid beneath the sheets. He was asleep in seconds.
* * * *
In sleep Nicki turned with a sigh toward searching hands and moaned softly her delight as rough fingers moved over her breasts. Seconds or perhaps an hour later—time meant nothing while lost in a delicious dream—her gown was pushed to her shoulders and his mouth was sucking at her nipple. Nicki moaned a soft, deep sound of pure pleasure as the tip puckered and hardened in response and her back arched of its own accord, pressing closer into the luscious wet heat. His teeth nibbled just enough to cause her to stir restlessly, to pull from the depth of a sleeping body a deep ache that silently begged for more.
His mouth suddenly left her breast wanting and covered her mouth. He sipped at her taste and gently eased her lips apart. God, he tasted good. Like a man, like a distant hint of toothpaste, like deliciously rich coffee, but most of all like a man and Nicki couldn’t get enough.
She floated in delicious pleasure. His mouth was at her nipple again, while his hand lowered to her stomach and then lowered again to the soft protective curls of her pussy. Gentle fingers penetrated the folds of her body and played for long luscious moments at her moisture. He swung over her, his cock pressing deliciously into her anxiously wet pussy. God, it felt so good. Nicki couldn’t remember ever dreaming a dream this good. She never wanted to wake up.
He groaned a low sound of pleasure near her ear and whispered, “Tight, God, you’re so tight.”
Nicki’s eyes blinked open. She frowned and lay perfectly still. What kind of dream…? Only it wasn’t a dream. She could see the dark shadow of a man hovering above her, in her. She tensed. Was she being raped? No, there was no force here. She frowned. Had she gone to bed with a man and couldn’t remember?
No! She was positive when she’d gone to bed, she’d been alone.
She gasped, her body tightened further and her heart began to pound as her brain dispersed of the last of her sleep. “Oh my God, who are you?”
“Who are you?” he asked, his humor obvious in his tone, apparently having awakened some minutes sooner than the lady who shared his bed.
“Oh great conversation,” she muttered in pure sarcasm. The man had his dick inside her and they were each only now trying to identify the other. Good God, could this moment be more insane? “Get off me.”
Rick chuckled and slid away. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that this was Nicki at last. Her voice was deep with sleep, but there was that same edge of nastiness. Oddly enough he felt only a deep hunger to hear more, to feel more, but most of all to see what his hands had touched.
The bedside lamp clicked on and too late Nicki realized the position of her gown. Quickly she adjusted it and pulled the sheet up, holding it under her arms. Rick got to see quite a bit before she managed to cover herself and his broad, satisfied grin only told her his appreciation of that fact.
“What are you doing in this bed? Do you need glasses or something? Couldn’t you see I was in it?”
He chuckled. “So, Nicki has finally come for a visit.” He was lying at her side, his arm bent, his hand holding his head, his grin quite a bit happier than Nicki might have liked.
Her gaze narrowed with an obvious threat. “And you’re Rick. How could I have forgotten?” Her heart thundered in her chest at the lie. There was no way she’d ever forget this man. She’d loved him from the first moment she saw him at fourteen years old. He’d saved her from drowning once. One day during a long summer spent in this very house, she’d gone out on the lake just a little too far, probably showing off because his girlfriend wouldn’t get her hair wet. Rick had pulled her back to shore and touched her like he really cared. As if it had happened yesterday she remembered his cheek pressing to hers and his low voice asking, “Are you all right?”
She longed for his notice, ached for it in those days, but he was a man of twenty; and she was just a fourteen year old kid. When he looked at her, she knew he didn’t really see her. He had gorgeous girlfriends and Nicki ate her heart out every time he drove off with one of them.
In retaliation she supposed, she’d been as nasty as she could manage. The trouble here was the days of longing for this man to notice her should have been long gone. They weren’t. And over the years, no matter how she tried, she’d found no one to compare.
He grinned, the same bone-melting, stomach-lurching smile that held her in a haze of painful love through her teenage years. “Now that we’ve made our introductions, why don’t we finish what we started?”
Her teeth clamped together and she gritted, “Get out of this bed.”
Very slowly he shook his head. “It’s my bed.”
“It’s my aunt’s bed,” she corrected
“My step-mother’s bed,” he countered. “And she said I should use it, while she was away.”
“What?” Nicki sat up straight. “But I’m the house sitter.”
“Are you? Shall we call her to make sure?”
“I’m not sleeping with you and it’s too late to call her. She’s already on her cruise.” Her gaze narrowed as if she were trying to work out a problem. “When did she tell you to come here?”
“Last week. Why?”
Nicki breathed a sigh. “She set me up.”
“She set both of us up. You know what your aunt is like. She’s constantly interfering in people’s lives. She made me promise to never leave this house empty. I should have known she had an ulterior motive.”
“Fine, now that you’ve found her out, you can go home.”
“Except, I can’t. I took the opportunity to have my house stripped of all its lead paint, while I was gone. It’s a big, old house and promises to be a huge project. Probably won’t be done for a month or two.”
“Isn’t that just dandy?”
“What about you?”
“My apartment won’t be available until August 1st.”
Rick grinned, then shrugged, “So, I don’t mind a roommate.”
“I suppose you wouldn’t, but I do.”
“Come on, it won’t be that bad.”
Nicki almost moaned aloud, because she knew it would be that bad. It would probably be even worse.
* * * *
Nicki was gasping from her early morning run as she felt for the pulse in her neck and kept her eye on the second hand of her watch. “You don’t need to do that.”
A moment or so went by before she asked, “Do what?”
“Run every morning.”
“I do if I want to eat. And I like eating.”
“There are other ways to burn calories.”
Nicki shot him a sharp look that brooked no nonsense. All it managed to do was cause the man a low chuckle. She tried to ignore the stirring in her gut. It never failed. The sound of this man’s laughter caused an ache deep inside. It should have been impossible, of course, but it wasn’t. And he probably knew it. They’d shared the house for more than a week. A week of mindless evenings spent playing cards, or monopoly, or Parcheesi, or trying to read, when not a word on the page made the slightest bit of sense.
The truth of it was, she wasn’t interested in reading or playing games. She wanted only to play with him. She was damn near out of her mind with the need to touch him. Every day it grew harder to ignore his teasing, harder to resist the things he wanted to do. The things they both wanted to do.
He’d just come from bed and was standing shirtless in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. His hair was disheveled. He needed a shave and all she could manage was to stare at the top two buttons of his jeans that had been left undone. “Why do you walk around like that?”
He grinned as he followed the direction of her gaze. His hips jutted forward just enough to bring color to her cheeks. Her gaze finally left his jeans and met his knowing look as he asked, “Why do you think?”
They wanted each other. She frowned as she wondered why she was fighting this need. They were two unattached adults. Nicki couldn’t think why she shouldn’t take advantage of the situation, why she didn’t take what he so willingly offered?
She smiled as she made her decision. “Are you going to be around for a bit?”
“We need to talk; only I have to shower first.”
He gave a slight shrug. “I’ll be here.”
Fifteen minutes later she reentered the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. She wore only tennis shoes, shorts and a tea shirt. She sipped at her cup and watched as Rick prepared an omelet. He nodded toward the onions and potatoes already frying. “I made plenty. Want some?”
“Sure.” She set the table. When she was finished she leaned against the counter near him and watched as he scrambled eggs in a small bowl.
“What’d you want to talk about?”
He turned slowly from the stove, put down the bowl and wiped his hands on the towel tucked into his jeans. She had his full attention when he asked, “Really? What about sex, exactly?”
“I’ve been thinking, it’s kind of silly for us to sleep in separate beds, wouldn’t you agree? I mean, we’re adults, right?”
He nodded, even if his gaze appeared a bit glazed over.
“So if we’re adults and neither of us have a special someone in our lives, why aren’t we taking advantage of this situation?”
He grinned. “You know you’re playing directly into your aunt’s hands. You’ll never hear the end of it.”
Nicki bit her lip. “I know. So we’d better not tell her. I hate that look she gives you when she knows she was right.”
He nodded in agreement. “We don’t have to tell her.”
Nicki laughed. “Especially since nothing is going to come of this. Am I right?”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean nothing serious. Right?”
He nodded slowly, and muttered an almost reluctant, “Right.” He looked away then immediately back at her. “Like?”
“Like, we’re not about to fall in love. We’d never keep it from her if we fell in love.”
He turned the stove off and grinned. “We’ll be careful.”
Nicki nodded in agreement, her smile barely containing her sudden need to laugh out loud.
His gaze narrowed as he studied her expression. “Exactly how careful are we talking here?”
Nicki grinned. “We’re talking casual sex. Just for fun sex. Definitely, no falling in love sex. Is it a deal?” she asked as she held out her hand.
Rick took her hand and pulled her against him. “I think we can find something better than a handshake to seal this bargain.”
“Do you?” she asked even as she wondered why she bothered. She knew he was going to kiss her. And she couldn’t wait.
He pressed her firmly against him and ran both hands down her back and over her ass. “Are you wearing anything under this?”
“No.” She groaned softly and moved her hips at the feel of his erection pressing against her stomach.
“Damn,” he said on a trembling breath. He breathed again, deeper, slower obviously straining for control. “We’ve got to take this slow.”
Nicki grinned. “Do we? Why?”
“Because it’s better when it’s slow.”
“We could take it slow the next time.”
“Stop tempting me, lady.” He kissed her then, a long, delicious kiss that teased the senses and offered only pleasure, asking nothing in return. A kiss that savored, and sipped at taste and scent, a kiss that discovered again texture. A kiss that went on and on until she was left weak and gasping for air. She hardly had a second to fill her lungs when his mouth was at hers again, as if unable to part from her.
Slowly the near desperation he showed began to ease to gentle tasting as he rubbed his mouth against hers. Lips only slightly parted, he played with hers, sucking one and then the other into the blazing heat of his mouth. “I knew you’d feel like this, taste like this, smell like this.”
She smiled. “Have you been thinking about it?”
“I haven’t been thinking of much else.” He breathed in between kisses. “You need to know that I’ve never waited this long for a woman.”
“What a week?”
“A week, you mean years, don’t you? I thought I missed my chance.”
“I don’t know—” His mouth stopped her words.
He was talking into her mouth. “Yes, you do. You know exactly what I mean.”
“Rick,” she trembled as his hands reached under her shirt and brushed over her breasts, touching her midriff, her stomach, her back, then her breasts again. Touching her everywhere, as if he couldn’t decide where to linger. “God, I love this.”
“I was here for every family occasion and you almost never showed. I waited for you to finish high school and then college and when you finally came, when you were finally old enough, you brought your boyfriend. I wanted to kill him.”
His mouth devoured hers, taking into it all he could of her taste and texture. “I could drown in the taste of you. I swear to God I can’t get enough.”
Gentle then rough, then gentle again until her entire world was his mouth and the devastating things it was doing to her senses. “Oh my God,” he said on a shudder that trembled his entire body. His hands, still under her shirt, slipped inside her shorts. He pushed them over her hips and allowed them to drop to the floor before lifting her to sit on the kitchen counter. He stood between her legs. “More. You’ve got to give me more.”
Her hands at his shoulders caressed all she could reach. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long. I can’t remember when I didn’t want this.”
Nicki had never known anything like it. Her senses were swamped with sensation. Had anything ever felt like this, smelled like this, tasted like this man’s mouth? God, she couldn’t love it more.
He pulled a small packet from his back pocket and slipped a condom over his sex. A moment later her shirt was flung aside and his mouth left hers to sample and taste, to drive her wild with a need that had only grown in strength over the years. His mouth was everywhere. He was biting, licking, kissing her, until she thought she couldn’t live through more. His teeth caught her nipple and bit down. Nicki groaned at the pleasure/pain she shoved her breast closer to his mouth.
Sensation bombarded her senses. The lusciousness of his teeth nibbling on her flesh, the hunger of every kiss, Nicki silently swore she’d never live through pleasure so great. And it never mattered less.
“More?” he asked the word slightly muffled as his mouth refused to leave this prize.
“Yes, oh God, yes, more,” she choked out as she felt her body tighten to agony with every bite. She gasped for every breath, shivered out of control, desperate with a need for even more.
“I’m coming. God, I can’t stop it.”
He moaned a deep satisfied sound as he bit her again and slipped two fingers into her pussy. It sent her over the edge of reason. Her body trembled and shook, wildly out of control as she cried out her pleasure and he finger fucked her to madness. She hadn’t recuperated from the trauma when her hips were pulled to the edge of the counter and he slipped his rigid cock deep into her heat. They groaned in unison at the pleasure. She leaned back a bit to better accept all of him and watched the magic of their bodies touching, pulling apart and touching again.
A low drum beat in her brain, her pulse pounded in her throat, causing her breathing to grow short and labored. She trembled and shook, a yearning mindless creature bent only on one purpose. To know all of this pleasure. A slow, purposeful ache began deep inside. She moaned as the pressure began to build. “More,” she managed never knowing how. “Give me more.”
He moved harder against her, into her and muscles tightened beyond endurance. She couldn’t breath. She forgot how. All she knew was the coming pleasure, an ache that was growing to gigantic proportions. She couldn’t think, but to want more. She couldn’t live unless he gave her more.
Tentacles of exquisite pain tore hungrily at her insides, even as its heaviness spread slowly over her stomach, turning once malleable muscles hard. She couldn’t distinguish pain from pleasure. It was the same. Nothing had ever been like this before. The need was tearing at her, forcing her hips to rise above the counter, pushing madly against him. Helpless, lost in tormented pleasure her body surged forward, desperate for all he could give her.
“I can’t hold back,” she gasped even as her body tightened, jerked and tightened again, convulsing, surrounding his sex, throbbing, sucking, pulling him deeper into exquisite madness. Her head dropped back as her eyes closed and a groan that resembled agony escaped her throat. She was flung into darkness through a galaxy of stars; her entire world became only sweet, pulsing ecstasy.
“Nicki,” he said as he moved against her, into her, holding to her, wildly out of control as his body followed hers into desperately frenzied torment. “Nicki, God, I love you,” he groaned as he pulled her tightly into his arms and nearly scorched her mouth with his heat.
She moaned as she leaned weakly into him. Moments later his words dawned on her and she sat up straight. “What kind of a bargain was that?” she asked still breathless from the trauma just suffered.
“You’re killing me,” he gasped. “I don’t know how the hell I’m still standing with the way your body is squeezing my dick.” A moment later, obviously still shaken and more than a little dazed he asked, “What?”
“You just told me you loved me and we promised we wouldn’t fall in love.”
He grinned with pure satisfaction. “Except the promise was too late, I already loved you.”
“You did not,” she said as she smiled and touched his face just as she’d dreamed of doing for years, her mouth followed her hands, leaving warm kisses over whiskered cheeks, his nose, his eyes, his oh so tempting lips. She was working on his chin, scraping her teeth along his jaw when he asked, “Where were you last summer?”
She backed up and frowned. “In Italy, why?”
“Guess where I was?”
She forced her thoughts from touching him to think on his words and frowned again, her amazement obvious she asked, “Here?”
“Waiting for you,” he said with a nod. “And Christmas?”
“I visited my father.”
“Guess where I was.”
Nicki laughed. “I don’t read minds, you know.”
“Obviously,” he returned.
She laughed again, “Why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you write, or visit me at school?”
“Would you have liked that?”
“I’d have loved it. My friends would have been mad with jealousy. On second thought they were too pretty. It’s better if I keep a man like you a secret.”
He gave her a tiny shake. “Why would you have loved it?”
“Because I’ve been mad about you since I was a kid.”
“And I’ve been waiting for you since you were a kid.”
“Right,” she said in disbelief. “And you pined away, while I was growing up.”
He chuckled that same low rumbling sound that had always turned her inners to putty. “A man has to do something to keep busy.”
He laughed. “Tell me you love me.”
“I will not. Actually I hate you. You loved me, but you were with countless other women. You even had a baby with one of them.”
“That’s because in those days I was too young to be doing what I was doing.”
She shook her head and offered only a silent glare.
“Jesus, I’m hanging on by a thread here, Nicki.”
Her eyes widened with delight. “You mean you’re desperate?”
“Listen,” he said with some calm determination. “This is how you do it. A man says I love you. So you say back to him, I love you.” He smiled. “It’s easy. Try it and see.”
She laughed and ignored his suggestion. “You beast.” She squirmed. “This counter is too hard.”
“Let’s move into the living room.”
“We will, eventually. Say it.”
“Oh, this is going to be some relationship.”
“What I think you mean is, this is going to be some marriage.”
Her gaze widened with surprise. “Is that what I mean? It’s a good thing you told me what I meant or I might never have known.”
He grinned at her sarcasm. “I think we’ll go into the living room, but first we’re going to make a short stop at the kitchen table.”
“And I think…” She frowned. “What? What did you say?”
With her legs around his hips, his jeans at his feet, he shuffled the few feet to the table and sat her down, while he positioned himself in a chair between her legs. “Now isn’t that better?”
“Actually this is just as hard.”
Her gaze narrowed some as she asked, “Why?”
“I never noticed before.” His gaze studied her expression. “Have you always been this suspicious?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve some exploring to do. You don’t mind, do you?”
“You mean you’re thinking on exploring me?” she asked pretending shock.
He grinned and said, “Lean back, brat.”
Nicki pushed aside the table setting and did as he asked, leaning on her elbows, never happier to obey. Still she felt it necessary to get in the last word. “Brat is it? Is this the kind of treatment I might expect, if we get married?”
“There are no ifs, Nicki,” he said with quiet determination. “You mean when we get married.”
“Oh my God, Aunt Emily is going to laugh herself to death over this.”
“I don’t care,” he said, apparently thinking of another matter. “Now, I’m afraid I’ll have to insist. I’ve waited long enough for you to tell me you love me,” he said as he leaned forward, parted her flesh with his fingers and tickled her clit with his tongue. “Will you say it?”
“Mm,” she moaned softly and spread her legs allowing him easier access. “Doing that could cause a rock to say it.”
Their gazes locked for an endless moment where souls merged and there was no need for words. Where everything she felt was clearly written in the depth of her eyes. “Say it out loud.”
“I do love you, Rick. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.”
He stood and leaned over her. His mouth took hers in a devastating, mind-shattering kiss. The moment he was able he said, “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“It was hard enough,” Nicki returned and they both laughed at her stubbornness. “Ah, Rick,” she glanced down as she rubbed her pussy deliciously against his thigh. “I was thinking; I’d hate for you to lose your train of thought.”
As his gaze followed the direction of hers, she smiled at his low, deliciously wicked laughter.
Jenna glanced at the clock as she left the bedroom, her silk robe felt luxurious as it swirled over her bare legs. Five minutes and he’d be home. All was ready.
The kids were at her mothers. She was wearing only her silk robe. Appetizers sat on a small candlelit table near their bed. Their wine was cooling as it breathed, while the radio was set to a soft rock station.
Jenna watched his car pull into the drive, watched him hurry toward the house. She stood at the door and opened it as he approached. He looked surprised. “Hi Jen.” He frowned. “You’re not ready? Traffic was a bitch, we’re already late.”
“We’re not.” She said and caused him to stop at the hall closet.
“We are. You’re not dressed and we only have fifteen minutes.”
“But I am dressed. And the party won’t start until nine.”
He smiled and dropped his briefcase on the floor near the couch. “We promised Mike and Betty we’d meet them at seven, remember?”
“Wouldn’t you rather stay home tonight?”
“With you? Of course. We never get a chance to be alone.”
“We’re alone now.”
He smiled. “Right. Where are the kids?”
“At my mother’s.”
He looked at her as if seeing her for the first time and asked slowly “Are they?”
She nodded her head. “They are.”
“And?” he asked his gaze narrowing as he waited to hear what she had in mind.
“And I thought you wouldn’t mind if I cancelled dinner with Mike and Betty. We could go to the party later. Or we could have our own party.”
“If you cancel dinner, what are we going to eat?”
“I thought we could throw a steak or two on the barbeque and I’d make a salad. Would you like that?”
“I think I would,” he returned while glancing in her direction with a frown. “But what about the party?”
“Do we have to go?”
“I know, but suppose I got sick and couldn’t make it.”
He smiled. “Sounds good, but—“
“Or, we could be fashionably late.”
He laughed and shook his head. “Not a good idea.”
“Really and I thought it was an excellent idea.”
“I made a few appetizers to hold you over. Would you like some?”
He grinned. “What have you got?” he asked as he slipped out of his coat and hung it in the hall closet.
“Well I was thinking maybe something like this” she said as she took two steps back and leaned against the door and locked it. A moment later her robe parted, the belt hung uselessly from its loops. Slowly she began to run her hands over her naked body. She threaded her fingers through the thin strip of hair at her pussy. Gently she pulled the flesh apart and slipped her fingers inside. She made a small sound which brought Rick’s attention from his coat to her.
“Jenna, what the hell?”
When he appeared unable to go on, his gaze seemed locked on her hands and how they were moving over her, his breathing grew choppy and harsh.
She asked, “What?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m starting our own party.”
“Jesus,” he said as he watched her fingers move over her pussy. He swallowed and cleared his throat as his cock began to harden.
“A private party,” she said. “And he’s welcome,” she added as she nodded toward his growing erection.
Rick grinned. “Is he? That’s nice to hear.”
“So what do you say? I have a tub of hot water waiting for you upstairs.”
“And then what?”
“And then a massage.” She smiled. “Don’t you think the new vice president of Bennett and Bennett deserves a massage?”
“Are you trying to tempt me, lady?”
She grinned. “Trying? I thought I was doing more than trying.”
“You are. In fact you’re doing an amazing job of tempting me.” His gaze moved to her fingers and watched her slide them inside her pussy and out again. Wet with her juices they centered on her clit. She parted her flesh and showed him exactly how hard that little pebble of pleasure had grown, how eager she was for more. “I love to watch you do that?”
“I know. That’s why I waited for you to come home before I started.”
“Should I help you?”
“No, I want to finish this after you’re in the tub. I’ll sit in the chair and let you watch. And when I’m done, I’ll give you your massage.”
“Can I lick it?”
Jenna laughed. “Licking sounds like fun.”
They were up the stairs faster than she could ever remember. He dropped his clothes near the bed and stepped out of his shoes. She pulled away his socks and he slipped into steaming water. “Oh, this feels good,” he said as he leaned back ready to enjoy the view. And Jenna knew exactly what he enjoyed most.
Music played softly in the bedroom and she poured him a glass of wine, then she began to move sensuously before him, swaying with the rhythm. And as she moved the opened robe parted, came together and parted again, every movement offering him a flash of naked flesh, leaving him almost desperate to see more.
“Jenna, I don’t want to waste it in the water,” he warned.
She laughed as she sat in the chair and raised one leg over its arm and began to play again. “So soon?”
He shrugged. “It’s been awhile.”
“I haven’t given you your massage.”
“Give it to me later. And bring the chair closer.” He shook his head. “Forget the chair. Sit on the edge of the tub where I can reach you.”
Jenna was more than happy to do as he asked. She dropped her robe to the floor. Leading to the tub were wide steps. She sat on the rim, one leg in the water, the other on the closest step, allowing for maximum exposure. Within seconds she was again hard and enjoying her own touch. She moaned a low anxious sound as her hand stopped a gentle massage and began to strum her clit like a guitar.
“Wait!” he said. “Don’t come. I need to lick it.”
She was gasping for every breath when she stopped and leaned back, offering all for his pleasure. “Do it then. Lick it.”
And he did. God, it had been awhile, but he only had to touch her for her to remember just how good he was at this. He licked and sucked and licked again. Jenna was close to losing her mind, her stomach muscles ached with yearning, twisting into agonizing knots they pulled her into the magic and with his mouth urging her on she came and came and came. Her low moans resembled agony and it was an agony of sorts as her body jerked uncontrollably against his hot, luscious mouth.
Moments later she was in the tub, kneeling over his hips, his huge dick inside her hard and aching for its own release.
“Wait, don’t move. I want to rub your shoulders a bit first.”
“Later. There are other things I’d rather you rub.”
She smiled as her hands moved under the water. “A bit anxious are we?”
“Some. Like I said before, it’s been awhile.”
Rick bit his bottom lip as he watched her face, her eyes dark as she silently absorbed the feel of him in her, against her. Her breasts bobbed upon the water’s surface. He couldn’t resist tugging her closer and bringing one rosy tip into his mouth.
“So what do you think of my suggestion?”
“About?” he asked, the word somewhat muffled as he held her breast in his mouth.
“About our private party.”
The word was muffled again but she thought he said, “Perfect.”
Jenna figured she’d ask him again, later, perhaps much later.
THE PERFECT SALE
Kelly sighed as she approached the last house on the block. She was tired. Her feet ached. Her head as well, for the heat this afternoon was almost beyond bearing. She rang the doorbell, the handle to her satchel of cosmetics abrasive in her sweaty hand.
This was a mistake. Usually she worked only an hour or so past noon. She never should have stayed out this long. She looked a mess. Sweat had washed away most of her carefully applied make-up and left her hair limp and sticking uncomfortably to her neck. She looked anything but a salesperson for cosmetics.
A man opened the door and smiled.
Kelly smiled back, surprised to find a man home at this hour. No doubt he was either unemployed or perhaps recovering from an illness, or…Kelly breathed a deep sigh. She didn’t care why he was home. All she did care about was whether or not his wife was also at home. She’d hoped to make at least one more sale before she stopped for the day.
“You look hot and exhausted,” he said and smiled again as he opened the door wider. “I have just the thing to cool you off.”
“A portable air-conditioner?” Kelly returned less than happily. “Is your wife home?”
“I’m sorry,” she said, realizing she’d forgotten her pitch and the guy obviously hadn’t a clue as to what she was doing standing at his door. She cleared her throat and began with, “Hi, my name is Kelly and I’m from Brandi Hope Cosmetics.” Kelly glanced at and raised her satchel a fraction, clearly implying what the bag held. “Today we’re offering all new customers who spend $50.00 or more, a facial along with a month’s supply of night cream. This night cream—“
“How much for a massage?”
“Not a massage sir, a facial. And I’d give you a coupon for it. I don’t give facials myself.”
Kelly sighed and blew a strand of hair from her sticky forehead. “Is your wife home, sir?”
“I have no wife.”
“Oh, well, in that case…” Kelly turned to leave, but his next words stopped her in her tracks.
“So the deal is $50.00 worth of cosmetics and I get a free facial?”
Kelly frowned. She’d never had a man interested in a facial before. Her gaze narrowed and she noticed the humorous glint in the man’s dark eyes. No one had to tell her this guy had ulterior motives.
“For your girlfriend?”
He shook his head and grinned again. “Sorry. I’ll buy the cosmetics. Make it creams and stuff like that. I’ll give it to my mother for her birthday, but I want the facial.”
Kelly shrugged. “Fine.”
“Come on in and you can show me what you’ve got.”
“One minute.” Kelly pulled out her phone, dialed a number and said, “Hey, Crissy, it’s Kelly. I’m at,” she stepped back and read the number on his house. “12583 Harrison St, in West Babylon. I’m making a sale. If you don’t hear from me in one hour you know what to do.” Kelly closed her phone and dropped it into her bag.
The man at the door grinned again. “Good thinking. You never know these days. The world is filled with nut-jobs.”
Kelly stepped into his living-room and sighed her relief as the full blast of air-conditioning hit her sweat dampened skin. “Oh God, that feels good.”
“I have a pool out back, if you’re interested.”
Her tight smile told him clearly she was not. “Where can I lay out my products?”
“My name is Jim.”
“Nice to meet you, Jim.”
Kelly nodded, her smile was growing a bit stiff and she couldn’t help but wonder if this sale was all that important. She hoped she hadn’t made a mistake.
“You’ll need to know that when we get married.”
Her gaze widened with surprise and dawning humor. “You’re right.” She laughed at his teasing and felt herself relax as she watched the twinkle in his eyes grow more pronounced. There was no menace here. Nothing to be afraid of. “Thank you for telling me. It’s always a good thing to know one’s name.”
“You welcome. But you’re acting like no one has ever asked you to marry them before.”
“It’s my first proposal today.”
He laughed a low sexy sound. “My mother’s going to love you.”
“You mean she’s going to love your gift?”
He nodded. “That too.”
Kelly grinned. The man was a devil and she couldn’t keep her low chuckle at bay.
“You’re not already married are you?”
She smiled again and shook her head.
“Use the coffee table,” he said as he cleared away magazines and two empty bottles of beer. He asked, “Boyfriend?”
“No one important.”
“Damn, how the hell lucky can a man get?”
She frowned, “Excuse me?”
“I took the day off work. Suppose I hadn’t. Suppose I missed you. Then what?”
“Then I wouldn’t have made this sale.”
“Or met the man you’re going to marry.”
“Or that either,” she said playing along, with his teasing. She sat on the couch. He pulled a chair close and sat opposite her, the coffee-table between them. The bottles and jars from her bag of cosmetics just about covered the entire table. “All right, first you start with cleanser.”
She took the tube and pretended to squeeze it. “You squeeze a dollop into your palm and spread it over your face with your fingers.”
“Use me as a model. I don’t mind.”
She frowned and shook her head. “You’re supposed to do this yourself.”
“Except I’m a man and don’t know what to do. I’ve never put cream on my skin before. I’ll buy a hundred dollars worth if you use me as a model.”
Kelly sighed but figured he wasn’t asking so very much and she was making a great sale here. “Fine,” she said and he moved to sit at her side. “It’s simple, really. All you do is spread it over your entire face and wipe it off with these special pads.”
Kelly spread the cleanser over his skin, noting the fullness of his lips, the high cheek bones, the lashes any woman would kill to call her own. Now that she’d cooled off a bit, she took note of him. He was a good-looking man. She wondered why he wasn’t married, or at the very least why didn’t he have anyone special in his life?
Kelly sighed as she realized the truth of the matter. He was gay. She glanced at his feet. Every gay man she’d ever known had the cleanest socks and sneakers. Perfectly pressed jeans and always smelled as if he’d just come from a shower. He was gay all right. She breathed a sigh of disappointment. “That feels good.”
She leaned closer to wipe the cleanser away.
“You smell good.”
“It’s the cream.”
His dark eyes opened. His gaze captured hers. “No. It’s you.”
Kelly felt as if a shock of electricity had run up her arm and centered somewhere in her chest. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he wasn’t…Oh Lord, she was in trouble. Something squeezed at her stomach, something harder squeezed in her chest. “We should stop. You get the idea.”
“Just a little more. Please.”
Kelly berated her actions. She was moving into dangerous territory and knew it. Why didn’t she insist it was enough? “This is night cream,” she said on a long deep expulsion of trembling breath. It’s heavy. You don’t need to use much.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty three. Why?”
“I’m twenty nine. Wouldn’t you say that makes us perfect for each other?”
“I’d say I’m trying to explain how to use these products and you’re not paying the least bit of attention.”
“Oh, but I am.” His finger reached for her blouse. One knuckle hooked where the first button sat. With no effort at all it opened. “For instance, I always knew I’d marry a lady named Kelly.”
Kelly laughed. “You always knew that, did you?”
“Yep. Can’t say as how, but I knew it.”
He was adorable. Kelly knew a moment’s surprise when she almost said the words aloud.
“You know what else I know?”
“I know you smell wonderful. I’d call that paying attention.” Another button came undone. “And then of course there’s the fact that your bra is made of black lace. I didn’t know that for sure until now, but I expected it would be.”
“Why are you home in the middle of the day?” She frowned and wondered why she wasn’t stopping him as his fingers moved to the next button.
“Well, I teach middle school, so I’m off during the summer, but most days I work for my father. He owns Al’s Office Supplies in Babylon. Ever been there?”
“Sure. But why are you home?”
“I took off today. Had to wait for the air-conditioner repair man. He left a few minutes ago.”
“What do you teach?”
“Eighth grade history.”
“God, the girls must love you.”
Jim smiled. “I’m not much interested in young girls. It’s older girls that get my attention.
“Is a facial anything like this? I’ve never had one.”
She nodded. “It is except you lay down and the person giving the facial stands over you. Hot towels are involved along with soft music and a darkened room.”
“That sounds great. Are you sure you don’t give facials?”
“I have, but I’ve never had a man ask for one.”
As she spoke her blouse came completely open and he was sliding it off her shoulders, when she asked, “Do you have something cold to drink?”
Jim took a deep breath and nodded. He backed up some and said, “Promise me you won’t go anywhere.”
“Just to the bathroom. I promise.”
Moments later he spoke to her outside the door. “You all right?”
“Fine,” she said. She knew she was taking a long time and reasoned, she’d lost her mind. Women who had lost their minds had every right to take their time, didn’t they? She was standing before the mirror, naked. Slowly she wrapped a towel around her and tucked the end over her breasts. She might have lost her mind but apparently a small part of it still existed. There was no way she was leaving this bathroom stark naked.
Slowly she opened the door. Jim stood leaning against the wall, two beers in his hands. He sipped from one and said, “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming…” His words drifted to silence as he looked her way then choked out, “Jesus! Are you naked under that?”
Kelly took a deep calming breath. It didn’t seem to help. “I’m a little nervous.”
“How did this happen?”
“How did you get prettier since I last saw you?”
She felt herself begin to calm and smiled. “Oh you’re very good.”
“Damn, I hope not. The things I’m thinking have nothing to do with being good.”
Kelly giggled. “Your pool, is it private?”
He nodded. “Tall fence and trees, but it’s better at night. Kids stand on chairs during the day and look over them.”
She nodded. “We’d better wait then.” Like him she leaned against the wall and sipped at her beer. They stood one on each side of the bathroom door.
“I didn’t want to rush you, but I’m having a hard time standing here and watching you over there.”
She nodded in understanding. “This beer is cold. I thought I’d cool off some, but…” she pressed the cold bottle against her forehead. That was probably the root of her problem. It was either the heat or she had a fever. She’d never done anything like this before. She’d never even thought of doing anything like this before. “I think I must have a fever.”
He moved toward her and pressed his mouth against her forehead. “No, you’re hot, but I don’t think it’s a fever. I think maybe you have too many clothes on.”
Kelly laughed. “You think so?”
“You’d probably feel better if you took off the towel.”
She shook her head. “I’d better keep it on for a few more minutes.”
He had her trapped against the wall, his hands on each side of her head.
“Would you feel better if I took my clothes off?”
“Would you do that for me?”
“I’ll do anything you like.”
“It might make me feel a little better.”
Kelly knew she’d never seen a man take his clothes off faster. Within seconds he stood before her naked. Naked and gorgeous. Her gaze moved over the length of him and she smiled. “I like the way you look.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want to change anything, but if you didn’t like it, I’d have to try.”
“Would it be all right if I peeked under this towel? Just a little?”
She smiled unable to resist the twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes. Idly she wondered how any woman had ever resisted. “A little should be all right.”
He nodded and with gentle fingers he adjusted the towel so that it opened briefly but closed under her breasts, exposing them to his view. And if the backs of his hands brushed against her softness more than what anyone would deem necessary, neither thought to complain. “Damn, but you’re gorgeous. Round and soft.” He looked up from the prize and smiled. “I really like that.”
“Do you think I could kiss you and maybe touch these?” he asked obviously referring to the two pretty breasts already filling his hands.
“Oh Lord,” she said even as she wondered how she’d managed even that, with a pulse that pounded wildly in her throat, nearly stealing her breath. “That might be dangerous.”
“Do you think so? Why?”
“Because kissing usually leads to other things and we’re going to need…“ Her words drifted to silence and then a soft moan as he nuzzled his face into the warmth of her neck.
“I have protection. Is that’s what you mean?”
She moaned her pleasure. “I like that,” she said referring to his lips drifting over her shoulder and neck.
“The way you kiss my neck.”
“I like it too. I like the way you taste.”
Kelly grinned. “It’s my cologne.”
He nodded, “Part of it. Part of it is you.”
“Do you do this often?”
“What? Kiss a woman’s shoulder?”
“No, make love to the women who come to your door.”
“You’re the first one.”
“I only moved here a month ago. Give a man some time, lady.”
Kelly laughed. “After we get married, maybe I’d better answer the door.”
“Good thinking,” he said just before his mouth came to suck, nibble and drink of her lips. He trembled as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, his tongue running over it, absorbing all he could of taste and texture. “God, I can’t believe how good you taste.”
A moment later, his lips slid from hers, over her jaw and suddenly sucked a pink nipple deep into a furnace of heat. They moaned in unison at the sweet pleasure.
He took her beer from her hand and placed both bottles on the floor. A moment later he was kneeling before her, and the towel had somehow disappeared. His mouth was everywhere. Teasing her nipples, he bit them and with her soft, eager moans and the way she arched her body into his hungry mouth, he couldn’t stop himself from biting them again. Kelly shivered with the pain and pleasure of it.
“I can’t stop. You taste so good.”
Kelly couldn’t have loved it more. Biting and licking he worked his way down her body. Sliding to her midriff and belly, he finally found her moist, sweet heat.
“Oh God,” she groaned as his hands tipped her hips so his mouth might find easier access. She held to his shoulders, her knees as strong as jelly; she was unable to hold back her moans of delight.
She trembled, she shook, she shivered. There was no way to ease this startlingly delicious onslaught of pleasure.
Vaguely she realized fingers of tension were sliding over her belly. Tight, tighter they gripped at her muscles, squeezing as she helplessly spread her legs and pushed her hot, wet, pussy closer to the pleasure. The movement only urged him on. He growled against her as his tongue felt the first quiver of her release. In seconds he ripped open the small packet and slipped a condom over his erection. An instant later he was standing before her, his cock hard, thick and throbbing inside her, as his fingers replaced his tongue and continued stroking her to madness.
Her legs closed around his hips. Lost in the ecstasy she couldn’t distinguish aching waves of pain from pleasure and only wished she might never stop coming.
He gasped into her neck as her muscles tightened around him. Helplessly they grew tighter and loose then tighter again. He kissed her then, his mouth almost devouring her sweet heat, leaving behind the flavor of her own body as his hips pounded against her, his cock deep into her, the movement pushing her higher and higher against the wall.
There was a long, mindless, euphoric moment before Kelly realized their positions, realized she just come. She sighed softly in exhaustion, her face falling to his shoulder, her lips against his neck. She murmured a breathless, trembling, “Wow.”
He laughed in delight and forced his knees to hold her. Now that he had come they wobbled dangerously. His heart was pounding as he gasped, “What time is it?”
“You’d better call your friend, before the cops start knocking on the door.”
“Maybe later. Right now, I’m too weak to dial.”
Jim laughed. “Now,” he said as he walked them both to the coach where she’d left her bag. “We’re going to be busy later.
“You want to go to dinner? Maybe we can swim when we get back. I want to feel you, wet and slippery rubbing yourself all over me.”
“I don’t know if I’ll have the strength.”
“We’ll order in.”
“Crissy,” she said, as she sat on the couch and watched him stand before her. Her gaze got stuck for a minute on the size of his erection as he pulled away the used condom and wiped himself dry with the pads she’d left on the table to remove make-up. She looked into his amused gaze with a smile of her own. “Don’t do anything. I’m good. I’ll talk to you later.” She flipped the phone to the coach. “I need to lie down for a minute.” She was still trembling, not yet recovered from an overwhelming orgasm.
He grinned. “If you come with me, we can lay down in there.” He nodded toward a room to his right.
“Is it cool in there?”
He nodded. “The house has central air. It’s cool everywhere.”
“Thank God for William Haviland Carrier.”
Jim laughed. “Very good. As a history teacher, I’m impressed.”
Her hand moved to cup his balls, while the other playfully examined the huge delicious shaft above them. “As a woman I can truthful say, I’m equally impressed.”
He pulled her from the coach to stand before him. They started toward the bedroom, but what with the way she touched him and the way he touched her in return, and the mind-boggling kisses shared along the way, they barely made it to his bed.
Shelly peeked her head out of her apartment door. The hallway was clear, but she knew Mrs. Morgan watched from behind her peephole. Mrs. Morgan saw everything that happened on her floor. And what she didn’t see, she made up.
Just for once she’d rather not be the star of tomorrow’s gossip. All right so these old folks had little to do with their time, but she was getting a little tired of being accused of everything from being the highest paid call girl in New York to a common criminal. She didn’t mind so much that they thought maybe she was a call girl, actually that sounded kind of exciting, but did she look like a criminal? Normally she wouldn’t have cared, but the gossip mongers had gone too far when one of her neighbors had actually called the cops.
Luckily she was able to explain the bank bag she had taken home from work did not contain monies from yesterday’s hold up, but rather heavy rolls of change for the cash register tomorrow morning.
If the apartment wasn’t so big and sunny, if the rent was so perfect, she would have long ago sublet and found another. Recently a man had moved in next door, a gorgeous man to be more precise. His name was Brad. They had met twice outside the building. They hadn’t said much, but Shelly already knew he was twenty eight, unmarried, just graduated from law school, working for the district attorney’s office and had no one special in his life. She hadn’t a doubt he knew equally as much about her. Mrs. Morgan was always trying to set her up. She wouldn’t have cared except the entire building anxiously awaited her return from every date hoping to see an engagement ring on her hand.
Shelly had plans tonight. Plans she didn’t want the entire building aware of. She grabbed a bottle of wine, a measuring cup and her phone. She dialed Mrs. Morgan. “Oh, hi Mrs. Morgan, I wanted to ask you something. Could you hold on for a minute, dear?”
Shelly grinned as she gently laid the phone down and silently eased herself out of the apartment. She knocked softly on her neighbor’s door.
He answered wearing tight jeans and a shirt that hung open exposing a ripple of muscle lightly sprinkled with dark hair. He was either just about to put it on or take it off, Shelly couldn’t tell which. “Hi,” she whispered. “I know this sounds ridiculous, but would you have any sugar I could borrow?”
He opened the door wider, pulled her quickly inside and after looking into the hallway to his left and right, he shut the door behind her and frowned. “Why are you whispering?”
“Are you busy?”
“Well if you’re not busy and I’m not busy I thought maybe we could not be busy together.”
He grinned as she pulled a bottle of white wine from under her shirt.
He chuckled a slow and sexy sound. “And you’re whispering because…?”
“I didn’t want Mrs. Morgan to hear me.”
“Do you think she could hear you in here?”
“Probably not, but I’m not taking any chances.”
“Come on in,” he said as he moved toward the kitchen. “I’ll get some glasses.” He looked at the cup she held in her hand. “Do you really need sugar?”
“No, I just bought a ten pound bag. But if I don’t take some back and Mrs. Morgan sees me, which she will…” Shelly left the sentence unfinished only adding a shrug.
“Are you the one who does all that baking?”
She nodded. “I like to try different recipes.”
“Mrs. Morgan told me you have no one special in your life.”
“She told me the same about you.”
“What about the kid?”
“She’s my niece. She likes to help me bake.”
“You want to go out to dinner Friday?”
“Oh my God, the neighbors will have us married before we get back. You can’t imagine the gossip around here.
“Why don’t we call the fire department. That would mean they’d all have to run outside, then you could come over for dinner. I broil a mean steak.”
They were sipping their wine, leaning against the counter in his kitchen, standing just a little too close.
“It’s against the law to report a false alarm.”
“I know,” she moaned. “I don’t want to do it, but I think I’m going to have to move.”
He shrugged. “Ignore them.”
“I’ve tried that. One of them called the cops on me last week. They thought I robbed a bank because they saw the bag I use for change.”
“Go ahead and laugh. I had cops looking into everything. Said they had to check the place out. One of them took his time looking in my underwear drawer.”
“Did they have a search warrant?”
“I don’t know. They didn’t say.”
As he spoke he moved closer. “Did he ask you out, after he looked over your underwear?”
Her eyes widened with surprise. “How did you know?”
He laughed again. “You smell delicious.”
“Thank you. You smell pretty good too.”
“If you moved closer you could get a good sniff.”
“If I moved closer I’d be behind you.”
“Don’t you think it’s warm in here?”
“God, it’s getting hotter by the minute.”
“You should probably open your shirt.”
He lowered his head to nuzzle her skin at her forehead and followed her hairline from her temple to her cheek.
Her head fell back. “It really is hot in here.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes.”
Shelly gulped her wine, draining the glass. She hadn’t eaten so the alcohol took immediate effect.
“You’d feel a lot cooler if you took them off.”
“I could use a little help,” she said as she struggled to get her pants down her legs. And off her feet.
Seconds later she stood naked in his kitchen. “Am I the only one who’s hot?”
His heart pounded in his throat. Shelly could see the pulse. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said as she rubbed her chest against his.
A moment later he pulled a condom from his pocket, tore it open and pushed it over his cock, then slipped inside her.
“They moaned together as he moved rocking his hips slowly into her and almost out, dragging out the pleasure for as long as possible as he drove her crazy by alternately pinching and sucking her nipples.
“What are we going to tell our kids?” he asked.
“About our first date.”
Shelly grinned. “Tell them Mrs. Morgan made us do it.”
Monday Minute Fiction
Hope it brightens your day.
She saw him the moment she entered the room. It had been three years, but it might have been yesterday. He looked the same, save for a few added squint lines at the corners of his eyes. And his eyes, God, they were just as dark, his mouth just as firm, just as appealing. She’d never forget that mouth and the things he could do to her with it. Her nipples hardened and she shivered with longing at the thought.
His eyes were on her. She could feel him watching her, feel it as surely as if it was a physical touch.
She dared to raise her gaze to his. They connected and held. The party, the noise, the laughter surrounding them faded into garbled, unrecognizable sounds and wavering indistinguishable forms. It didn’t matter. Her date didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, but him. Someone took her coat and she moved toward the stairs. He’d follow her, she knew. Nothing would stop him. Nothing had ever stopped him before.
She walked along the second floor hallway and entered the powder room. From her purse she took a tube of lipstick. She watched through the mirror as the door opened behind her. He stepped inside and leaned against it. She heard the lock click into place.
“Who is he?”
“Don’t ask. You’ve no right. Not after three years in Iraq and Afghanistan.”
“I’m back now.”
“For how long?”
“I’m back,” he repeated as he moved toward her. A fleeting thought occurred that she should fight him, that she shouldn’t fall into his arms. That he didn’t deserve acquiescence, but there was no resistance in her. There never could be with him.
Behind her he unzipped her black dress and she watched in silence as it fell to a silken puddle at her feet.
He sucked a lungful of air between his teeth. The long hissing sound ended with a softly grated, “Jesus.” No bra, she wore only a black garter belt and stockings. The flimsiest piece of lace he’d ever seen barely covered what he wanted most to see. His fingers were at her hips. With almost no effort he tore the fabric. His gaze held to her body through the mirror. Her panties fell uselessly to the floor.
Her lipstick clattered into the sink and she held on to the cool porcelain, only wishing it was as easy to hold to her resolve. She’d sworn he wouldn’t do this to her again. “No.”
His mouth was on her shoulder. Her head fell back. She couldn’t resist. She leaned into his hard length and groaned as his lips met the sensitive flesh where her shoulder met her neck. His hands at her breasts, his fingers played with her nipples. She shuddered. “God.”
“Turn around,” he said again.
“No,” she repeated.
He smiled as he turned her himself and pushed her against the wall. “Take off my clothes.”
His jacket and shirt soon joined her dress on the floor. A moment later both her hands were inside his opened trousers, measuring the length and width of his enormous sex, cupping his balls. Had a man ever smelled like him, felt like him? She shivered with yearning, even as she declared, “This doesn’t mean anything. I don’t want you.”
“Don’t touch me. This will be over before it starts, if you touch me.” He grabbed her hands and holding them in his he placed them high against the wall, above her head. “I’m never leaving you again. And you do want me, lady. Tell me you do.”
He released one hand and quickly made sure she was wet and ready for him. A moment later, he raised her from the floor, suspending her body upon his deliciously engorged dick.
Her free hand came around his neck and she groaned into his mouth. “Damn you, I do. You know I do.”
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The Beach House
Mac frowned and glared at his dog as a soft growl escaped her throat, “Don’t start.” He left his recliner and headed toward the pounding at his front door. The moment he opened the door a slender young woman, soaked to the skin, her black hair streamed down her back and covering half her face stumbled inside.
“Oh my God, is it a hurricane, do you think?”
The wind howled madly the ocean roared its huge, black waves crashing with a mighty roar against the rocky shoreline.
It didn’t matter that her hair blocked half her face; he’d know this woman anywhere. “How long were you out in this?” Judging by the look of her it had been sometime.
“Just a few minutes. My car got stuck at the end of the drive. She dropped her bag near the closed door and said slyly, “I wouldn’t have bothered you but the key is gone and the house is locked up tighter than Fort Knox.
Mac watched her for a long moment before saying, “You need a towel.”
“Aunt Sarah said you have a spare,” she called as he left the room only to return seconds later with two fluffy towels. One she wrapped around her hair and the other she used to dry her face. Her shirt, slacks and sneakers were soaked. A towel wasn’t going to help her with that.
“Your aunt took the spare the last time she was here.”
“Did she?” Toni’s gaze narrowed suspiciously. “Then why did she say…” her word drifted to silence as a grin teased one corner of her mouth. “Do you think she’s up to her old tricks?”
He pushed her against the wall, holding her in place with his hips. “How long has she been trying to get us together?”
She gasped as his fingers quickly disposed of the buttons of her blouse. “Over a year, I think.”
“You want me to try and break in? I could probably take out a window.”
Toni shook her head. “No, not only would everything get wet, but the security company would call the police. And Jim Wiggins wouldn’t be happy to be dragged out in this weather.”
“So, if you don’t mind, maybe I could stay here for the night.”
Mac laughed. “Mind? Me? I’d love for you to stay, but the thing is, I wouldn’t want you to get the idea that I’m easy.”
Toni giggled like a young girl, the sound surprising even her. The truth of the matter being she’d never met a man easier. But she said, “I’m sure I’d never think of you as easy.” As she spoke together they stripped away her clothes. She watched his face as each article hit the floor with a soft, squishy splat. First her wet shirt and bra, next she wiggled out of her slacks, panties and sneakers. She stood naked at last in a puddle and after a quick if barely effectual swipe at her wet form, she dropped the towel at her feet.. “This water isn’t good for wooden floors.”
Mac sucked in an unsteady breath as he watched her breasts shiver with every movement. He opened his shirt and pressed against her, warming her against him. “I don’t care.” With her arms raised over her head, he held her between the wall and his warm body. He groaned as he ran his mouth over her neck and shoulder. “Do you think it’s time to tell her?”
She sighed with pleasure as his hands moved down her arms to settle for a long moment at her breasts. She arched her back, offering him all he could take, for both their pleasure. “And watch her gloat? Are you ready to see that?”
“I hate to admit it, but she has every reason to gloat. She was right again.”
“She’ll be here tomorrow. I wouldn’t be surprised to see her first thing in the morning. You know, Aunt Sarah, she never wants to miss a thing.”
He shrugged. “By morning the storm will have worn itself out. We’ll breakfast on the back deck and simply ignore her gloating. Once she sees us we won’t have to tell her.”
Playfully she sucked his lower lip into the heat of her mouth. “Just for my own information maybe you could show me exactly what we won’t have to tell her.”
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Making It Easy
Lizzie leaned against the bar, waiting for Jerry to fill her order, even as she wished she could slip her aching feet into a tub of hot water. As she waited, she watched the usual crowd fill up the place. Her tips would be good tonight. Saturday nights they were always good, especially the first Saturday of the month. She wished every night was Saturday night.
Lizzie turned at the boisterous sounds of five or six cowhands entering the place. She knew them. They were from the Double R ranch. Her heart stumbled and picked up a beat. She’d heard he was back. Twice he’d come to her door, but she hadn’t answered. She wasn’t about to start up again with a no-account like Jake Richards. No way was she going to waste her life. Jesus, wasn’t life hard enough? She’d have to be a fool to allow a man like that to sweet talk her back into his bed.
She turned from the bar as she watched him move toward her. “Hey, baby,” he said just before he planted a hard, possessive kiss on her lips.
Lizzie pushed him away. “Not this time, Jake. It’s not happening.”
“What’s not happening?”
“You and me. You’re not walking into my life like I saw you yesterday. It’s been more than a month since you disappeared. I don’t want a man like you.”
“Baby, I know you’re pissed.”
She laughed. “I’ll talk to you later,” she said, knowing she wouldn’t, as she took her tray and left him at the bar. “Gotta work.”
An hour later, she slipped out the back door for the sole purpose of finding a minute’s peace and quiet, without the possibility of running into Jake. The alley was dark but she could see clear enough from a street light at one end. She stood out here smoking one of the few cigarettes she allowed herself a day. “I see you still didn’t kick the habit.”
Lizzie breathed a long weary sigh. She didn’t want this. “When did you get back?”
“You know when. Why are you makin’ out like it don’t matter none.”
“Cause it don’t.”
He chuckled softly, his mouth near her ear. “You got yourself a new man, Lizzie?”
She wouldn’t move. She’d show him he had no effect on her whatsoever. “That’s none of your business.”
“Jesus,” he said moving close and moaning against the pleasure of pressing his hips to her softness. “I reckon it is. You feel good.”
“Go away, Jake. I don’t want you anymore.”
His hands at her sides lifted her so their mouths were even, pressing her between the wall and his body, her feet dangled above the ground. “I called you. I told you what happened.”
“Right. If remember correctly you said, ‘Lizzie, I gotta go. I’ll call you’.” She shot him a hard glare and flicked her cigarette away. “I can only assume where you went they had no phones.”
“You know me, Lizzie. I ain’t much for talking.”
“Far as I can tell, Jake, you ain’t much, period.”
He laughed as a wicked light flashed in his eyes. “You might be right about that. The thing is my kid sister was in trouble. She ran off with a guy. I had to find her before my father did. He was set to kill the guy. I thought I’d be back in a day or two.”
Lizzie shook her head, her mouth still tight with anger. “And? You’re telling me this, why?”
His mouth moved up the side of her neck to her cheek, lightly dusting her entire face with sweet, tiny kisses. As he kissed her he said, “Lizzie, you weren’t well. I couldn’t drag you around the country while I searched for her. I didn’t think you’d want to…” he shrugged. “You know, after the baby and all, I didn’t think. I sent you money.”
“I didn’t use it.”
His mouth hardened, as he pulled away and glared at her. “No, you got out of a sick bed and went to work instead. Damn, woman, but you surely are stubborn.”
“What happened with your sister?”
“She and Matt got married.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about her.” His mouth was on hers, gentle at first, tempting as always, daring her to deny her wants. Desperate to keep her senses about her, she denied the things his kisses were doing to her.
She was gasping for her next breath by the time he finally eased his mouth from hers. “What do you want to talk about?”
He smiled. “You and me.”
She shook her head. “I needed you, Jake. I really needed you.”
“I know, but I had to find her. Jesus, my father was ready to kill the guy. We didn’t need that kind of trouble.” He was kissing her again. And somehow his mouth was sucking at her nipples, biting them gently as she moaned her pleasure. How did he do that? She hadn’t noticed him opening her blouse. Lizzie frowned as she felt her resolve begin to fade. She didn’t want to make this easy for him. He didn’t deserve easy.
His hand was under her short skirt, his fingers slid into the leg of her panties. Feeling her warm and creamy, he groaned and played with her clit teasing it, feeling it stiffen and asked, “Are you all right here?”
“I’m good,” she said on a gasp. “The doctor said not to get pregnant again for a few months.”
Jake nodded as he pulled his hand away and licked his fingers. “Jesus, you taste delicious. When do you want to get married?”
“Married? Who said I wanted to get married?”
“Lizzie, don’t be a brat.”
“You never said anything about marriage when I was pregnant.”
“Cause I didn’t want you to think I was only marrying you because of the baby. I love you, lady. Don’t you know that?”
“Jake,” she moaned as she felt his cock slide into her moist heat. Her legs slipped around his hips. “Jake,” she said again.
Time Off For Bad Behavior
The whole gang was there. Ten years after graduation and they all looked great. The men a little heavier maybe, but all of them were far better than Amanda had supposed. She was happy to see the old crowd. Most especially she was happy to see Josh again. Damn, but she shivered as she remembered the size of his cock and the things he could do with it.
They’d dated on and off during college. Nothing serious. With Josh nothing could ever be serious.
After this week-end they probably wouldn’t see each other for another ten years. And it didn’t matter. It wasn’t Josh or his dick in particular that she’d missed. It was the times she’d left behind, the times that had no place in today’s adult world. A world filled with kids and the work that attached itself to every one of them. The lessons, the homework, the endless variety of sports, the hundred parent/teacher meetings, the chores that were never done, a house in usual disarray and a husband who was long gone, thank you God. And finally her job and a boss who wanted everything that it was possible to give only to ask for more. She needed this short break, this time off, this time to play.
She missed the fun in college. The pot, the drinking to excess, even the misery when you awoke the next day so sick you swore you’d never touch another drop. And you didn’t, until the next party. And the sex. God, but she missed that most of all.
Only she wasn’t going to miss it for long. Thankfully she’d gotten her mother and sister to sit with the kids. She had one whole week to play. Quickly she counted six men and three women, including herself. Damn, but those were luscious odds. She could feel her pussy growing heavy, juicy with happiness.
She parked across the street, exited her car and walked toward the huge old house the nine of them had rented for the week. Josh saw her right away, put down his beer and met her at the bottom step to the porch. “Hey, baby,” she said as they embraced.
Darlin,” he returned as his arms came around her and brought her to press up against his hard body. “I’ve been waitin awhile for a taste of you.”
Amanda heard the wolf whistles, cat calls and laughter from the gang lounging on the porch as they kissed. She didn’t care.
“Shut the hell up, you assholes,” Josh said as he took her into his arms, carried her up the stairs and into the house.
His room was downstairs. In seconds he’d slammed the door behind them. He put her on her feet and locked the door. “You ready for me, baby?”
Amanda laughed and within seconds they both began to pull away their clothes. “I’m not about to get readier.”
He took a condom from his back pocket and threw it on the bed.
Amanda nodded toward the foil wrapped package. “How many of these do you have?”
“How many are we gonna need?”
“It’s been awhile.”
He shrugged. “I’ve got a dozen, but I’ll get more.”
Amanda grinned as she dropped her blouse, then her shorts on a nearby chair. Next, her bra and panties joined the discarded clothes. “And these?” She showed him her four inch fuck me heels. “Should I leave them on?”
Josh grinned. “They look good, but do you think you need them?”
Amanda glanced at his cock, eleven inches of pure pleasure and already standing at half mast. “I guess I don’t.”
She laughed as she moved toward the bed, pulled down the quilt and sat. Oh, water. It’s been awhile since I’ve done it on a water bed.”
“If I remember correctly it makes for good rocking.”
She was on her back, her legs spread, her fingers playing with her pussy as she waited for him. “You want it straight on, or you want to play first.”
“First I want to come like this, then fuck. After we get that’s out of the way, we can play.”
“You got it baby,” he said as he knelt between her spread thighs and watched the glistening, beckoning, pink flesh, grow even more moist and ready for him. “Damn, you always creamed up nice for me.” He grinned and added, “And for anybody else.”
“But none of them were anything like you, baby.”
He watched her play. “Want me to do that for you?”
She shook her head. “I’ll be done in a minute,” she said on a gasp.
Josh grinned as he reached one finger into her hole and played at the rim teasing her to madness. Her hand went wild. He thought he’d never seen a woman move that fast. Idly he wondered how long she could keep it up and asked as much.
“For as long as it takes,” she said brokenly as she suddenly came up on the heels of her feet and shoved her pussy toward him, her fingers madly, desperately strumming her clit and finally it was there. It hadn’t taken two minutes, but she was coming and he watched as her sweet cream seeped out of her pussy. He slipped two fingers into her hole, then into his mouth, unable to resist tasting her.
She dropped back to the bed, exhausted for the moment and smiled as he, touching no part of her but her pussy, slid his cock deep inside and brought a moan to both their throats. “Jesus, that feels good.”
Her legs were on his shoulders as he moved into her. “Nice,” he grated as he continued to move. “Very nice.”
He reached for her bouncing breasts and pinched her nipples. She groaned with pleasure. He pinched her again. “Can you still come when I play with these?”
“Why don’t we try it and see?”
He pinched her, grabbing the heavy globes by the nipples he jiggled them over her chest before pressing them together. All the while pinching, pinching until she thought she’d lose her mind. Harder,” she moaned and he gave her what she wanted. As his dick slammed into her, his balls slapped against her ass cheeks and his fingers pinched. It was too much. She couldn’t prevent the tremors. He hadn’t moved a dozen times and she couldn’t hold the pleasure at bay. “Damn I’m coming already.”
He grinned. “Jesus, you weren’t kidding. How long has it been?”
Amanda couldn’t respond, not when her world compressed into one irresistible point of bone-melting ecstasy, one delicious moment of exquisite torture.
It took a few minutes to calm her racing heart, and ease her breathing back to normal before she could respond. When she could she shrugged. “There’s not much time in a day to fuck when you have three kids and you’re the bread-winner and sole parent. I’m lucky to use my vibrator once a week. Most often I fall into bed at night, with sex the farthest thing from her mind.” She shrugged again “Like I said it’s been awhile.”
“You’re wasting your life away with all that work.”
She grinned. “Spoken like a typical biker. And your solution to work is…?”
“It’s too late for you. You got yourself knocked up three times. And married a dirt bag to boot.” He shook his head. “You’ll have to wait a bit before you can get out of that mess.”
Amanda laughed. “You’re right. You want to play now?”
“Now you’re talkin’.” He said as he pulled out of her flipped her over so her ass faced him. Up on her knees he teased her puckered hole. “Still tiny,” he said. “Probably tight as hell, am I right?”
He slipped two fingers into her warm, juicy tunnel, then played with her ass until he managed to slip one inside. “Ah tight. Just like I remembered.” He chuckled. “This is gonna be fun.”