by Lizzie Fox
“I intend to.” Gently he pushed me on the bed and he crawled over the top of me, pinning me down with the length of his tall, lithe body. His hand found a breast again, pinching one of the nipples between his fingers until I cried out, gently bucking against him, getting a sneak preview of how his dick would feel inside me as I ground against him. “Shit, Jessie… keep that up I’m not going to last long at all.”
“There’s always next time,” I said, with a tortured grin as he gently nipped gently and licked a path down my collar bone to seek out an all-too-sensitive nipple with his impatient mouth. “Seth…my god…” I moaned; it felt positively divine. My clit began to throb and my panties were practically soaked through as he alternated his hand with his mouth on each breast, torturing them into hard peaks that grazed against the heat of his bare skin.
Normally I wouldn’t be so submissive but everything Seth was doing was so perfect. He was passionate and attentive, staring up at me with those sultry honey eyes, pausing in his body worshipping only to bring himself up to prod my lips apart with his tongue and diving in, stifling my cries and gentle, pleading whispers. Selfishly, I just wanted to enjoy him, and he didn’t seem to mind one bit. He somehow, instinctively seemed to know that I just needed it, and he didn’t seem to mind giving it to me.
Everything was so intense, it was like feeling everything brand new all over again for the very first time. Every intense grasp of my sensitive breasts, or drag of fingertips across my stomach, or tracing over the curves of my hips and eventually, easing aside the satin of the panties I wore, and his touch is positively electric as he slid his fingers over the heat between my legs.
“You okay?” He asked as I’d been fisting the sheets under me.
“Hmm?” I asked, opening my eyes. His sexy face just did so many things to me, and seeing his inked skin mesh with mine confounded my mind. He grinned at me slyly, not removing his hand from my clit, nor as he began to slide the panties off me. Slowly he slid out of bed, leaning over to take my mouth in a brief but exceedingly passionate kiss.
“Where are you going?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows as he sauntered away. At his absence I noticed how hard my heart was pounding and how shallow my breath was.
“Oh, ah… just making sure I’m…prepared?” He said, with a sly grin. “Or this is over before it began.”
The very idea made me want to pout, but I pushed it out of my mind as I watched him walk away to the other side of the room, looking for what I assumed were condoms—and good thinking because I never thought about keeping them around.
I took the opportunity to admire him as he leaned over the box, putting that ass of his on prominent display, hugged nicely by his tight black boxers. It wasn’t a skinny ass like he thought; it was firm and a nice couple of handfuls and I wondered if, like the rest of him, it was covered with ink too under his boxers.
Seth Archer was a freaking work of art, from his long body to the gently sculpted musculature of his arms and shoulders to his damn long legs. He had ink between his shoulders, the back of his arms; all artfully drawn and it all just seemed to fit him so much I couldn’t imagine his skin any other way. I loved them, and I looked forward in the coming days, or weeks or whenever to memorizing them.
He found what he was looking for, and sauntered back towards me, carrying a red box in hand and set it on the nightstand nearby.
I grinned up at him as he sank back down onto the bed. “What if you had none?”
“Then I’d be making a trip to the store then, wouldn’t I?” He replied with a devilish smirk, as he climbed over the top of me. My thighs parted, inviting him to get closer and he certainly obliged. Everything just felt so… right.
With a low giggle, I teased, “What if they were out?”
“Then I’d go to Florida if I had to. But…” he lowered himself to his elbows, leaning over to gently lick the tip of his tongue over the shell of my ear, as he whispered, “But you’d have to come with me, because the second I got what we needed I wouldn’t be able to waste one more second getting inside you.”
Oh hell… I found myself attempting to clench my legs together; the seductive tone of his words and the brazenness coupled with how amazing his body felt over mine was sending me into heated overdrive
I slid an arm around his neck, and placed a hand on his lower back, prompting him nearer to me, urging him to catch his mouth with mine, when I nipped at the piercing on his lower lip, and gently tugged.
“Hell…” he muttered, his lips colliding with mine again as his hands roved the length of my body, causing me to moan directly into his mouth when he opened and his tongue eagerly sought mine, and I felt everything ebb and pulse something fierce between my legs. I was about at my breaking point; I needed friction. Arching my back, I rutted against the mound in his boxers, telling him without words “I want you… now.”
Groaning lightly, he slid off me one last time, reaching for the box nearby and retrieved a condom, before he stripped off his boxers and kicked them aside. He grinned, seemingly very pleased as I licked my bottom lip, drinking him in eagerly with my heavy eyes. Holy… he was beautiful. How the hell was someone so dead-sexy interested in me?
“What are you thinking, Jessie?” he asked slyly, rolling the condom carefully on his enlarged length.
“You’re hot, and I’m lucky.”
His next smile was positively electrically lascivious. “No, I’m the lucky one.” Seth climbed on the end of the bed, and began to crawl up towards me, pausing to wrap his hands around my thighs, and pulling them further apart. I sucked in a deep breath as his tongue and lips found my clit, running the length of the folds up and down. My body shuddered from the intense heat and pressure ebbing through my body, and watching the sultry stare in his eyes as he devoured me was just about enough to make me come right there before we even did anything.
“Oh god…” I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair, feeling my breath quicken and become raspy. The pressure increased to the point I was nearly shaking, and I gently tugged on his hair, urging him upward. “I don’t want to get off yet. I want to save that for you.”
“Mmm…that sounds good,” he said, his tone low. He obliged with one more little lick of the taut peak between my legs, and he crawled up towards me again, this time pausing before taking my lips against his. With himself in his hand, he carefully positioned himself before my opening, and slowly—nearly torturously—began to slide inside. We both moaned deeply until he filled me completely, stretching and fitting himself inside. It felt hot, and heavenly; just having him there sent my body into chaos. With my hand on his neck I urged him forward, needing his lips on mine. He graciously obliged, as my hips involuntarily arched, needing more.
“Oh fuck yes,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to tilt his head back. I smirked, loving the huskiness in his voice, but I didn’t dwell on it as he began to rock his hips. My fingers dug into the skin of his back as he began to thrust. And oh god did it feel like bliss. The overwhelming sensation of being full with him, in combination with his spicy scent and the feel of his hot skin under my fingers as I clawed at his shoulders was enough to drive me mad with desire.
He leaned over to tangle our mouths together, and the new angle had me bucking against him. I lifted my leg and crooked it around his waist, and he groaned into my ear.
“Holy shit this is worth waiting a year for,” he said breathlessly into my ear, and I just nodded. Barely. Everything began to spin around me, and the molten heat between my legs was enough to have me clenching around him; my fingers dug into his shoulders as the tingling pressure heated and grew, nearly boiling over.
“So close…” I whimpered quietly, trembling under him.
He lifted himself just enough to slip his tongue between my lips quickly, and I felt his hand trail down my stomach, and find my clit. That was it.
“Oh god… Seth goddammit!” I cried as he massaged the peak and picked up his thrusts. I arched against him as the pressure final
ly climbed to its peak and exploded. I trembled through the orgasm, feeling every nerve awaken and heat to a fever pitch. He rocked me through it, slowing down as I shuddered, coming down from the high.
“Shit that was hot,” he said, pausing as I lay breathless, still shuddering from aftershocks. “You good?”
I nodded slowly, dizzily sitting up to pull him down gently, hooking my other leg around his hips, moaning lowly. It still felt amazing… so amazing. He was amazing.
Satisfied with my release, Seth eagerly sought after his, burying his face in my neck as he groaned gently. I matched his with one of my own, still feeling the aftershocks pulse and tingle of my own as he thrust one last time and tensed, finding his. I forced my eyes open to catch the look of euphoria wash over his face, and it was positively erotic. And gorgeous.
With another set of slow, purposeful thrusts, he emptied himself and trembled inside me until finally, he completely collapsed, sweaty and hot on top of me.
“Fuck, Jess… that was…”
“Mmmhmm…” I agreed, enjoying his weight over me and feeling him in my arms. I felt exhilarated, relaxed, and sated, finally coming down from that orgasmic high I hadn’t felt in…years.
He made me giggle as he licked and gently nipped at my neck and I turned my face to look into those warm, hazel eyes. Suddenly, I was overcome with… something. And not just orgasm.
Seth was beautiful. He had a gentle soul, and in just this short time he made me feel better than I had in years—not since Blake had I felt this good. Not just about the sex, but he was attentive, caring, yet vulnerable. I got a sense that he needed me as much as I needed him
“What?” He asked between panting breaths, grinning slyly as his warm, honey eyes drank me in, raking his teeth against his lower lip.
I lifted my hand and set it under his chin, smoothing my thumb against his full bottom lip that was kiss-swollen, gazing at him with such adoration that it terrified me.
It terrified me because this was exactly how I felt with Blake; he rode into my life on a whirlwind and swept me away, never looking back, and I loved every second. Only, somehow this was different. This felt like… more. Like coming home again.
“Jessie?” He prompted, looking slightly worried. I rose carefully and brushed my lips softly over his, realizing I hadn’t yet responded to him.
“I’m glad you answered my ad,” I said quietly, still rubbing my thumb against his cheek, and slid the same hand into his hair and moved the black tresses behind his ear.
He seemed a bit shocked by this declaration but pressed his palm against mine and turned his face to kiss the inside of my hand lovingly.
Lovingly?
“Me too, honey. Me. Too.”
That was the moment I knew Seth Archer had me enraptured. Bipolar or not, six years younger or not, I didn’t care. Suddenly I wasn’t even the least bit scared.
I was coming home again, finally.
23
Seth
My eyes flicked open and I slowly turned my head to the side, grinning slowly at the sight of a beautiful brunette sitting against the headboard of the bed, with her knees raised and crooked, and a thin laptop was in her lap. Her legs were bare, and she wore a t-shirt only, and her black panties were slightly exposed. Secretly, I wished she were wearing one of my shirts, but those curves were so out of control and I was so lanky I wasn’t sure if they’d even fit her.
Her hair was gathered in a high, messy ponytail, and she typed furiously on the keys, staring narrowly through a pair of dark-green rimmed, cat-eye glasses. Her shapely lips were pursed into a sort of contemplative frown. I smiled smugly at myself just watching her. The glasses were certainly playing into a stupid naughty-schoolteacher fantasy I had—and what guy didn’t have that fantasy? Though, being with her at all was fantasy enough and definitely worth waiting for.
I don’t know how long I stared at her for; she was so deep in concentration she had no idea I was awake and I wanted to keep it that way. There were other parts of me that had other ideas, and it was very hard to ignore because I was still buck ass naked under the blankets, but I did anyway. For now.
Actually, I was surprised I slept at all. Normally without pills I couldn’t sleep more than a couple of hours before my brain would wake me up. And judging by the way the sun began to peek over the horizon just barely and it was nearly morning, I’d been asleep for hours.
Maybe that’s all I needed was a warm body next to me. Perhaps that’s all I needed all along but of course, it probably wasn’t that simple. I didn’t like to be alone, really, even though I generally always had been. I was sometimes accused of being a bit needy—not something a guy liked to admit. That was part of my no-nonsense, no game playing, go-after-what I want personality I guessed.
Jessie sighed lengthily and snapped the lid shut. I bent my elbow and lifted my head casually to prop it up and grinned at her as she finally noticed me.
“Oh crud,” she said sheepishly. “Did I wake you up?”
I shook my head. “No. Normally I wake up a lot sooner than this. What time is it?”
“Mmm…” she opened the laptop once more, glancing at the display. “Just after five.”
“Wow. I almost slept all night.”
“That’s unusual?”
I nodded. “Sure is sometimes.” I slid forward some and snuck my arm around her waist. Grinning, she set her laptop down on the nightstand, and turned to face me, her hand sliding over my jawline as she seemed to be looking me over. “You okay?” I asked, with sudden concern.
“Oh yeah,” she replied. “I just had to go to the bathroom and I figured I’d write down a few things while I was thinking about it.”
“Oh?” I asked, finding her hand around my neck, and entwining my fingers with hers to bring it to my lips. But when I did I noticed something different. “Your… ring? You took it off?” I arched a brow at her.
She flushed slightly. “Oh…I went to wash my hands and I just forgot to put it back on, I guess.” She shrugged with nonchalance, but there was a certain tension in her expression that said she was probably lying. I didn’t inquire further though; if she needed to keep that secret, she was entitled.
“I see.” I brought her fingers to my lips finally and grazed them over her knuckles. “So, what were you writing? Any big literary brainstorms?”
Jessie shrugged, frowning blandly. “Not so much, just jotting down a few things. Sometimes my brain gets all jumbled and it all comes out sort of like poetry.”
I cocked a brow. “Poetry? Can I see?” I asked hopefully.
She wrinkled her nose, and grimaced. “Oh… it’s not good. Just stupid crap my brain thinks of and if I don’t get it out I feel like I go a bit nuts.”
“I relate,” I said, chuckling gently. She rolled her eyes and gave me a playful shove in the shoulder. “I bet it’s better than you think.”
Grumbling, she reached for the laptop, and opened the lid again, clicking on a file and a document came up. I peeked over her arm at it. It was jumbled—I’d give her that—but if properly put to form? It had all the makings of a good song.
“Jessie… these are actually quite good,” I said, awed. She scoffed at me.
“Oh come on, it’s crap. I call it ‘brain barf.’”
I shook my head. “No… seriously these have all the makings of a good song. If you can’t come up with anything new for a book for a bit, you can always write songs for the band. We’d pay you for them, of course.”
It was her turn to cock a brow. “Really? Seriously?” She turned the screen away from me and seemed to be skimming the words. “No… this is just garbage.”
“It’s not.” I insisted, reaching for it. She snapped the lid shut again and pulled it away, setting it back on the nightstand. Narrowing my eyes at her in a challenge, trying not to buckle under that intense, sultry green-eyed stare underneath those glasses, daring me to even try. “I’m taller than you, you can’t stop me from getting it if I want to.”
Chuckling mischievously, I quickly tried to flop myself over her, forgetting that I was still naked as the day I was born. The second I positioned myself over her, I felt something brush against my dick, and start to massage gently. And with that, I was a fucking goner. “Oh… you’re not playing fair.”
“Who said life was fair?” She challenged, continuing her massage assault of my crotch. She stared me directly in the eyes, daring me to move away. I was rock-solid in a matter of seconds, still positioned over the top of her.
“I guess no one, but you’re playing damn dirty,” I said, my words rasping through my teeth as she proceeded to drift lower to my balls. Oh fucking hell. When I forced my eyes to open from rolling back into my head, the look on her face was naughty and lascivious.
“I like dirty, though.” Biting her lip, she parted her thighs and I sank onto her—not into—until she captured my mouth with hers in a steamy kiss. And the poetry was forgotten for now. She was beckoning me into her and I sure as hell wasn’t going to refuse.
“Jessie, this is really too much.”
Jessalie flipped her hair over her shoulder and stood upright from checking on whatever was in the oven. She said it was lasagna—two of them, vegetarian and otherwise—and even though I’d already came twice in the past twenty-four hours, I was about ready to again from the sheer aroma of it.
“What is too much? There’s what? Possibly eight of you? Ten if you count yourself twice? Three times?” She kidded, smirking at me as she flicked her cloth oven mitt in my direction. I grinned and laughed openly.
“At least four, but who’s counting?”
“I am,” she scolded, shooting me a deprecating look that should have been intimidating to anyone else but to me, I just saw the school-teacher again and my mind went there. I’m sorry, Ms. Reynolds… I’ve been naughty… please spank me…
