by Jessa York
Holding her hand, I ceased her movements. “That’s probably not a good idea. I’m having difficulty restraining myself as it is.” My cock pulsed beneath her touch, proving my words to be true. Still, her hand moved slowly, languidly up to the head then leisurely back to the base over top of my underwear.
“Who asked you to?” she questioned, her eyes full of something I couldn’t quite place. Mischief? “Come on, just let me see it.” Mindy bounced on her behind, tilting her head to the side in such a cute way I could hardly stand it. “Please? I promise not to jump you.”
I only wished I could promise her the same thing. The look of trouble written all over her face right now made me hesitate for all of ten seconds. Who was I kidding? A gorgeous woman was currently face to face with my cock, asking to see it and I was going to say no? Not in this lifetime.
“Fine, but no touching.” What possessed me to slide my waistband down until my cock sprung free, I didn’t know. But that was the beginning of the end.
“Wow,” she said, in genuine wonder, rising to her knees getting closer to my dick. “I honestly didn’t think they would be that big.” She moved her hair over her shoulder to take a closer look.
My pride taking a bit of a hit, I responded with, “I wouldn’t say they all necessarily are.”
A large smile formed on her not so innocent face. “So, yours is bigger than most?”
Her mouth was much too close to the object of our conversation right now. My breathing increased as did the constant ache in my balls. Just a few inches lower and—damn. I cleared my lust filled throat.
“I can’t imagine anyone’s being larger than that,” she said in a whispered voice, sizing me up.
Biting the inside of my cheek was the only way to stop from laughing. “You’ve never watched porn before?” I asked, wondering if Mindy was the only adult woman alive who’d never taken so much as a curious peek at anything online.
“What?” she almost shouted, shocked at my question. “No, of course not.” The force of her breath drifted across my cock, causing me to inhale sharply.
“It’s okay if you have,” I said, now obsessed with the vision of her watching porn while she touched herself in the black lace unmentionables currently hanging in my bathroom.
She shook her head. “Not something I do.” Her concentration was completely on my dick—as was mine—when I felt the tips of her fingers graze it. “It’s so silky and soft for something so hard.” I let out a gasp at the feel of her skin on mine. There.
Next her entire hand circled my cock, giving it a delicious squeeze. “How do you, you know, get off?”
A tiny whimper escaped my mouth as my voice cracked. “I think show and tell is now over,” I told her, grasping her wrist.
Surprisingly, she wasn’t letting go. “Uh, uh, show me. Please?” The look in those eyes of hers begged me to show her. The loud crack of my resolve breaking sounded in my head.
“Like this,” I said, covering her hand with mine, moving it up and down my shaft just how I liked it. “Hmm,” I groaned when she removed my hand, insisting on doing it herself. Folding my hands behind my head, I spread my legs a bit as I thrust into her tight fist.
“This is good?” she asked in an unsure voice.
“Very good.”
Mindy kept going for a while before asking, “I have another hand—and a mouth.”
I sighed as I shut my eyes, partially hating myself for being the one to initiate her about the intricacies of giving hand jobs. “Cup my balls with your other hand if you want,” I suggested helpfully.
“Like how?”
Pulling her free hand down, I showed her what to do. “Mmm, hmm, that’s nice.” And it was so far from nice it wasn’t even funny. The way her unsure hands touched and stroked me thrilled me unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Knowing she’d never done this to another man turned me on so much.
A few more minutes of this and I was sure to explode all over her hardworking hands. “Come here, kiss me,” I said, demanding her mouth as I tugged on her arm. Surprisingly, she did what I said, laying down beside me.
She gave me a naughty smile before placing her lips on mine. The kiss went from zero to hero in no time flat when her hand again found my cock, stroking it. Paying back the favor, I found her pussy, rubbing it. God, she was so incredibly wet it drove me insane. I wanted to bury myself, deep inside while she screamed my name.
“Jake, I want you, please,” she whispered into my mouth as we continued to devour each other. Her breath whispered across my face as I kissed her neck.
“I can’t,” I said, rather unconvincingly, not remembering why I couldn’t.
“Please? I’m so ready for you. I really want this. With you.” Her hand left my cock, traveling up my stomach then around my back, trying to pull me onto her.
Due to the fact that I was a real bastard, I caved to her words. “Let me go get a condom,” I said in a husky voice, my lips next to her ear.
“Umm, I kind of found some in your drawer already.” She giggled, taking one from the pile on the nightstand.
“Where did you—” I started and then stopped. She would have seen them in my underwear drawer when the little thief stole my boxers. “Here,” I said, taking the package out of her fingers to rip it open.
Once it was securely in place, I sat up then went to my knees. Parting her beautiful, long legs, I said, “Are you absolutely sure about this?” She nodded, opening further for me without even being asked. “You are breathtakingly beautiful,” I said, a lovely flush rising up her chest to her face.
Running my cock over her slit made her eyes flare up at me as I kept teasing, biding my time. Finally, she said, “Please, Jake. Make the ache go away.”
Dropping forward, I braced myself leaning on one arm overtop of her, careful not to shove myself into her awaiting body. One more time I asked to make sure this was what she really wanted, “You’re certain? We can stop right here if you want.” My vision bounced from one eye to the other looking for any hint of uncertainty.
“Jake, I’m sure. I want you.”
That was all I needed to hear. I eased myself in slowly, beads of sweat forming on my forehead and down my back. Good Christ she was tight. If I wasn’t careful, I’d blow my load before I was even fully seated in her. “You okay?” I asked, hoping like hell I hadn’t hurt her.
“Yeah, all good,” she said, lifting her lips to kiss mine briefly.
Bending down, I took her lips as I forced myself in even more, mindful of how her body responded—ready to stop at a moment’s notice. When her hands slipped behind my neck, beginning to play with my hair, that’s when I lost all composure.
One solid thrust and I had broken through into the very heat of her. Mindy let out a sensual, “Oh,” as her walls tightened around me even more.
Kissing her lightly, I said, “Try to relax.” Easing out a bit, I then pushed forward waiting to see what kind of reaction she’d give me.
When her hips bucked upward, I repeated my actions except this time pulling out further. The death grip her pussy had on my cock consumed my entire being. She arched her back, meeting my hips with every pump I powered into her.
“You okay?” I asked, kissing across her jawline.
“I feel so—full,” she breathed out, her thighs clenching tight to mine.
“That good or bad?” I slowed, waiting for her response.
“Very good.”
My lust was irrepressible, but I had to make sure she was feeling the same. Sliding my hand between us I found her bare clit, rubbing it gently. She ground against my hand, seeking the same relief I was. “I have to go faster,” my voice cracked much like my patience. Her head nodded.
Lifting up further to my knees, a consuming desire to come inside this woman took hold. Increasing my pace, she let out moans and gasps as I continued to fuck her, causing an intoxicating need to make her climax just as hard as I was going to. Reaching down again, I coaxed that bundle of nerves to do j
ust that.
Thank fuck her pussy clenched even tighter around my cock—so hard I couldn’t help but bury myself deep as I convulsed inside of her. I slid in and out a few more times, nursing our orgasms of every last drop.
Finally, I pushed off, dropping to the bed with a loud groan. “That was incredible,” I said, my breath still ragged and fast.
She turned on her side, looking up at me. “Really?”
My heart twisted along with my guts. “It wasn’t for you?”
“Of course, I thought it was fantastic,” she smiled, “but my frame of reference is somewhat limited.”
Laughing hoarsely, I shot back, “From what I could tell, you came pretty hard.”
She slapped me on the chest. “Thanks for noticing.”
Rolling to my side, I made sure she saw my eyes when I spoke next, “I was going to say that I came just as hard as you did.” My hand shot out, moving her hair behind her ear. “I hope I was gentle enough with you?” My fingers wandered down, grasping her hand. Not quite night, not quite dawn, there was a tiny bit of almost-light surrounding us—just enough to see the color of her mood ring. Purple.
A shy smile crossed her face. “You were perfect. Thank you.”
“No,” I said, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “thank you for giving that to me. I never thought I’d have a unicorn in my bed.”
She snorted, lightly punching me in the arm. “Okay—stallion,” she teased, throwing my words back.
Laughing, pulling her sated body into mine, I said, “I have to admit I thought you were a little crazy there for a minute. That’s all I could come up with.”
Her body shook while I stroked her hair, loving the feel of it between my fingers. “I thought you’d clue into what I meant.”
“Nope, the thoughts of unicorns and virgins had all but left my mind after the longest game of Monopoly in the history of Monopoly.”
“And the shortest game of Battleship,” she quipped, her fingers playing with the hair on my chest.
“I still can’t believe you cheated.”
“It was an oversight.”
“Twenty of them?”
Her shoulders shrugged. “You’re an easy mark. I can’t believe you didn’t catch on sooner.” My chest vibrated as I chuckled beneath her.
We laid like that, our conversation light despite the weight of what had just transpired in this bed. Talking like two old friends instead of strangers who’d just met hours earlier. Things with Mindy were just—easy.
A crazy thought crashed into my brain—I needed more of her. I wasn’t even close to finished with Mindy and her hot body and smart mouth. For the first time in years, I was going to ask a girl for her number.
And I was genuinely going to call her. A lot.
Sometime later, when the sun started to poke through the window, I said, “Are you as hungry as I am?”
“More.”
“I can order pizza or I have left over Chinese in the fridge.”
“I’m good with Chinese.”
At that, she rolled off me to steal another shirt and more underwear. Searching for my boxers in the mess of covers, I said, “First one to the fridge gets the last egg roll.”
12
Paige
One of my favorite songs came on as I was beating the eggs. I danced around as best I could with this stupid ankle. Leave it to me to fall and sprain something the first time I have a one-night stand.
Alex would laugh his guts out when he found out what I did, where I did it and how. I’d pretty much never hear the end of it. Still shaking my booty, I felt a familiar pair of hands on my waist. “I see you found another shirt to steal,” Jake said, kissing my neck. His fingers went to the elastic I had in my hair and pulled it out, letting my locks loose.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pouring the contents of the bowl into the frying pan.
“I like your hair down,” he said, still kissing my neck, making me shiver.
Spinning around, I pulled the hair tie out of his hand. “Unless you also like it in your scrambled eggs, I suggest you let me keep it up.” There was nothing more disgusting than finding a stray hair in your food.
Turning back to the stove, I stirred the pan making sure nothing stuck. “You sore?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me as he stepped closer. I could feel his chest deliciously tight to my back. I sighed at the contact.
“It’s a bit sore but I’m able to walk on it better than last night.”
His body jostled me from behind. “That’s not what I meant.”
A hot blush rose as I finally clued into what he was talking about. “Oh, umm, no I think I’m all right.” Could I be more embarrassed?
“Take some ibuprofen after breakfast anyway. Want me to finish up?” he asked, kissing my cheek before he stepped to the side, grabbing the coffee pot.
Shaking my head, I quickly gazed over at him. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his bare chest in the morning light. “You aren’t wearing a shirt,” I commented as he took his first sip of coffee. As his eyes raked over me, I decided he should always display his fantastic man-chest. Forget shirts.
Jake lowered his cup. “Someone stole all of them.”
Rolling my eyes to the sky I replied, “I took maybe three shirts. You have more than that in your drawer.” Taking a quick mental count of last night, I actually added up four shirts that I’d confiscated—forgetting the one I’d used after our shower.
“Coffee?” he asked, his eyes darting around the counters.
“Yeah, please. Two sugars and a splash of milk.”
We sat down at the breakfast bar, my music still on. There was some awkward silence as I started to think about how and when he would kick me out. Would he say he had work to do or had plans with friends? Either way it would be uncomfortable.
I decided to head him off at the pass. Chewing my pancakes, I said, “Alex texted that he could come get me.”
Jakes fork stilled in mid-air. “What?”
“When we’re done eating, I’ll clean the kitchen and then Alex will pick me up. It’ll save you from having to drive me home.” It was suddenly difficult to swallow the pancakes in my mouth. I took a sip from my coffee to help.
“I can take you wherever you want,” he said, his voice monotone as he continued to eat. “I thought maybe you’d stay. I want a Monopoly rematch.”
Smiling, I gazed up at him. “Are you sure? I’ll still beat you just as badly.”
“We’ll see about that,” he said, tipping my chin up with his finger. “Plus, we need to play Battleship.”
My heart nearly thumped out of my chest. “We played it last night.” He brushed his fingertips across my cheek. I couldn’t help but lean into him.
“No, you cheated. That’s not playing.” His eyes followed his hand as he wrapped a few tendrils around my ear. I attempted to suppress a shiver.
Laughing, I said, “How can you be sure I won’t cheat again?”
“Ah, so you admit it,” he said, raising his eyebrow. “Let’s just say there’ll be consequences if you’re caught.” His head lowered, taking my mouth with his. I tasted coffee and the sweet syrup from the pancakes—and Jake.
Needless to say, he was serious about dishing out consequences when I accidentally-on-purpose cheated again. And I liked everything he served up.
“You sure I can’t drop you off at your house?” Jake asked for the billionth time. I couldn’t exactly tell him the truth about why I wanted to go to Alex’s house instead of mine. How was I supposed to explain to my mother why this hot older guy was dumping me off and not my friend? The friend whose house I was supposed to be at last night?
At least at Alex’s place I could change into some clothes I kept there. It wasn’t unusual for me to stay with him, so Mom didn’t think twice when I texted her that I was sleeping over.
“Nah, Alex’s place is fine, thanks,” I said with as much of a phony smile as I could plaster on. Inside, my stupid, dumb, idiot heart was
in the process of breaking. He had yet to so much as ask for my number. Not that I’d give it to him.
Would I give it to him?
I went into this knowing it would be a one time deal. Wham bam and all that jazz. I didn’t have time for a hot, hunk of burning love in my life anyway. Right?
My plans were deeply important to me—a way to finally help my mom. Dating some guy who probably didn’t even like me that way was not included in those. The last thing I needed was to get caught up in some kind of insta-love drama, end up like my mother, and then have him leave me anyway.
Because let’s face it, that’s what men did.
Leave.
I just couldn’t. Mom needed me to go to school, get a good job and help her out financially. That woman worked too hard and it was starting to show. Too many nights she’d come home only to collapse on the couch for an hour or two.
Her legs hurt. Her knees ached.
This way I was saving us all a lot of time and energy.
Logically I knew this was for the best. Unfortunately, my foolish heart had yet to get on board. It was still waiting for Jake to take me in his arms and beg for my number so we could make plans for later.
Since we were minutes away from Alex’s house, that was becoming less and less likely with each passing second. Which was actually fantastic. Exactly what I wanted anyway. Right?
Driving up to Alex’s driveway, my heart thumped so loud I’d almost bet he could hear it. “Right here is good,” I said, putting the strap of my purse over one shoulder. The feeling I got right before I was going to burst into tears began to take hold. My eyes got watery and my throat dry. “Thanks for the ride, Jake.”
Placing my hand on the door, he suddenly said, “Wait a sec.” My heart stopped beating completely when he picked up my hand, pulling me closer. “I had a really great time, Mindy.” Then his lips lowered onto mine and he kissed me one last time. “Can I call you later?”
I opened my eyes, realizing this was it. Jake had actually asked me for my phone number. One side of his mouth tipped up in a casual grin. Those eyes were so warm and inviting, I could easily get lost in them.
