She pondered it as she ran through the streets winding through the tract homes near her mother’s house on the reservation. On the one hand, she was an adult with an adult woman’s needs, and that included sexual needs. It wasn’t like she was a virgin. She’d had sex before Jeff. Now, maybe it hadn’t been earth-shattering like her night with him had been, but it had been acceptable at the time. She hadn’t expected more out of life. Being with Jeff had been an eye-opening experience. Regrettably she knew there was no going back. Every man she encountered from here on out was going to be compared to Jeff Hand, and would likely come out on the short end of the stick. There was the possibility, of course, that the upcoming night with him would reveal some terrible fault that would show his feet of clay.
At the moment, that seemed like grasping for straws.
On the other hand she had his phone number. She could back out; create an excuse, a family emergency, maybe, or a head cold. Something that would prevent her from driving to Las Vegas. But in reality, she wanted to go to Las Vegas to be with Jeff. She was lying to herself if she tried to convince herself otherwise.
Hot and sweaty, she returned to her mother’s house. She was about to head for the shower down the hall from her room but her cell phone rang. Stormy picked it up without thinking about it.
“Hey girlfriend, I’ve been trying to talk to you all week. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were avoiding me.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Um…” She couldn’t tell Tanya that she was ashamed to admit that she couldn’t resist Jeff’s invitation. “Well, that case, you know…”
“Hmm, you mean the one with the sexy opposing attorney. What was his name?”
“Jeff.”
“Right,” the word was drawn out, a little smug. “Jeff. He sure seemed interested in you on Wednesday. You must’ve had one helluva night after Drake’s wedding.”
“Tanya!”
“Hmm. So, you wanna go shopping this afternoon? Maybe we could head to Vegas and check out the malls.”
“I…uh…am already going to Vegas.”
“Cool! I’ll come over and we can take your car. Mine’s been acting weird.”
“I can’t.” Stormy didn’t know what to say but the truth. “I’m meeting Jeff.”
There was a protracted silence. “Oh, it’s like that, huh?”
“No, it’s not. It’s a fling. I’m sure that after tonight we’ll only see each other over the legal case.”
“Sure. Listen, Stormy, I’ve been around this block a few times myself. You remember not to let yourself have any expectations beyond having some fun, okay? He’s a player, almost certainly. A guy that good is either married or a player. I don’t get ‘married’ vibes from him.”
“He’s not married.”
“Well, in any case, you keep that little Stormy heart locked away. He’s not The One, you get me?”
“Right, I was thinking the same thing.”
“Are you going to get in trouble with your boss over this?”
“We’re in a negotiation phase on the case,” Stormy explained, though it was as much to convince herself as Tanya. “If it went to trial…well, I think it’ll be okay for now. I won’t be taking an ad out in the paper to announce it, though.”
“Go and have some fun.” Tanya giggled. “Do him once for me.”
Stormy couldn’t help but laugh.
Chapter 3
There was a security guard at the lobby desk on the street level of Jeff’s high-rise condo building. Stormy had to sign in and wait for Jeff to approve her visit before she was allowed to use the elevator to get to his floor. Signing her name in the book made her feel slightly sleazy. How many other women had signed before going to that apartment? The security guard was friendly but totally professional. If he had an opinion of Jeff’s personal life, he wasn’t giving anything away.
He told her what floor to get off and what the apartment number was, which was a good thing because Stormy had left Jeff’s place in such a rush the morning after, she had no idea which unit was his. Besides, she had never intended to be there again.
Jeff was waiting for her in the doorway as she walked down the hall. “Hey babe, I’ve been waiting for you. Was traffic bad?”
Traffic was always bad on the strip, and she decided to tell a little white lie. Stormy didn’t want him to know that she’d sat in her car for ten minutes in his parking structure, debating whether she was doing the right thing or not. “Traffic was at a crawl.”
“Sorry about that. I like living here, but the traffic on Las Vegas Boulevard is a nightmare.” He stepped back into the apartment. “Come in.”
One last small stab of conscience shot through Stormy but she dealt with it firmly. She knew she was going to keep the case to herself. If Jeff tried anything fishy regarding the matter, she’d be out the door. This affair was what she wanted. She was a grown woman and this was okay. “Thanks.”
Jeff drew her into his arms and closed the door with his foot. Their kiss had Stormy’s insides all warm and tender by the time they broke from each other. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Missed that, I can’t believe it’s only been a week, sure seems much longer.”
It had been a long week, especially Thursday and Friday as she’d gone back and forth with herself over this date. “Yes.”
He kissed her again, holding her steady with a hand in her hair. “You wore your hair loose. I’m glad.” Jeff’s fingers slid through her locks and he smiled with appreciation.
Stormy felt her cheeks heat.
“You know what I want?” he asked as he nuzzled her ear.
She shook her head slightly.
“I want to strip you bare and eat you up.”
The surge of desire that swept through her body nearly had her trembling. “I…I…”
“I know. We should wait until after we have dinner and listen to that jazz band I promised. But sweet baby, we’re going to be up all night, I assure you.”
That’s pretty much what Stormy hoped for, but at the same time, she was a little disappointed. Some part of her, some little girl romantic part, wanted it to be more than sex between them. Rather than let herself fall into that trap, she jumped into the river. “I don’t want to wait,” she whispered.
Slowly, he pulled her tighter against him and kissed her forehead, her closed eyelids, her nose, cheeks and finally his lips touched hers. The kiss was so sensuous, with his tongue wrapping around hers, Stormy’s toes curled in her dressy shoes.
Jeff unzipped her dress and the slinky knit confection slid to the floor moments later. He stepped back half a pace and looked her up and down, a smile growing on his face at what he saw. Stormy’s body went hot as she stood there in her heels, green lace thong and matching lace bra. The set had languished in the back of one of her dresser drawers, waiting for the “perfect occasion.” If this wasn’t it, nothing was.
“You are exquisite,” he said, his low voice like honey in her ears.
She had a hard time looking him in the eyes, feeling suddenly shy and exposed. “Thank you.”
Cupping her chin, he tilted her head up until she looked at his face. “You’re embarrassed. Why? I’ve seen you wearing a lot less.”
“You may think I’m something I’m not, Jeff.”
“What do I think?”
“You might think I do this kind of thing all the time.”
“Do you?”
“No!”
He grinned. “Didn’t think so, you know what I do think?”
Stormy shook her head.
Jeff ran a hand up her arm and down her chest to cup her breast. “I think you’re the sexiest woman I know. You are perfect the way you are. I like the innocence of you.”
That was a kind thing to say, and it made her feel better, but his fingers on her nipple were distracting. As he pinched and tugged through the green lace, her insides got all squirmy and her pussy got wet. Soon he was manipulating both of her ni
pples and Stormy couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.
His hands slid down her arms again and he grasped her fingers. “Come on.” She knew where they were going, and another brief wave of shyness made her blush, but her libido was a stronger voice in her head.
Once they were in his bedroom, Jeff stood her in the middle of the room and began taking off his clothes. He did it slowly, and Stormy stood there and watched as each item was removed and tossed on the bench at the footboard of the bed. His gaze never left her, though it did travel all over her body giving her little shivers of anticipation.
He was going commando, so the last thing off him was his black denim jeans. Stormy’s breath caught and she bit her lower lip as she looked at him. He was gorgeous, all masculine muscle and tanned skin. Even his lower half was tanned, and Stormy realized with a little start that Jeff must sunbathe nude somewhere. Well, with a body like that, what was there to be shy over?
“Come here, babe.” Jeff held his arms wide and she came to him, hugging him close for a moment, finally turning her face up for his kiss. And kiss her he did. Their lips merged and mingled, tongues twining together, gently wrestling. He tasted like mint and smelled like pine and woodsy grasses. While they kissed, he touched her waist and her breasts, moving his hands to her back and soon her bra came off. Jeff was so close that her erect nipples brushed against his body, getting even more excited. Stormy’s heart seemed to beat low in her torso while moisture accumulated between her legs. The kisses went on as Jeff drew a hand down her belly and into her thong panties.
A mental vision of her standing there, Jeff’s hand in her panties, raced through Stormy’s mind and the erotic image made her gasp and moan into Jeff’s mouth. In response, he dipped his fingers deeper, finding her wet channel and penetrating her slowly. Stormy couldn’t help it; she squirmed against him. Her clit was swollen, excited and eager. She wanted him to touch it so badly. Without thinking, she moved his hand, encouraging him to touch her where she wanted it most.
Jeff broke their kiss in order to explore her hairline, her ear, her throat, with his lips. Stormy squirmed against his hand again, but he wouldn’t touch her clit and she couldn’t make him. “Please…”
“No.”
“Jeff…”
“Not yet. I want to lick it.”
“Oh God.”
He suckled on a nipple for a few moments, still dipping his fingers in the honey between her legs. When he moved away a step, Stormy reached for him. She needed him back, touching her, bringing her up the stairway to heaven a little at a time.
“Take off your panties.”
Stormy’s eyes popped open. What was it about the way he said things that made her insides turn to mush? Everything was sexy coming from him, from “hello” to “let’s fuck.”
There was no decision to make. Stormy pushed her panties down her legs—she hoped she was being sexy about it, but mostly she was anxious to have him touching her again—and stepped out of her shoes.
Jeff’s eyes said it all. They sparked with gray-green light and appreciation for her. Stormy had never felt so sexy in her life. He held out a hand without saying anything.
Stormy put her hand in his and naked, they moved to the bed. Jeff turned her until her knees were backed up against the mattress, and then lowered her backwards onto the thick comforter. His touch traveled over her breasts, pausing to tweak her nipples and knead that soft flesh while she moaned with pleasure. Relentless, he touched her belly, her hips, cupping that roundness and rubbing his thumbs along her lightly padded hipbones. “God but you’re gorgeous.”
And she felt gorgeous. No one had worshipped her like Jeff was doing. She was beautiful and sensuous, at least at that moment. A surge of pure sexual need swept over her. “I want you, Jeff,” she breathed.
His gaze found hers, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open as he kissed his way from her belly button down to her Mons as he pressed her knees apart. Stormy felt so exposed when he thumbed her pussy lips open and held them that way. Her clit throbbed, cool air over her wet flesh further sensitizing her. Jeff licked her, first on one tingling side then the other. Stormy’s hands went to his hair as she moaned, wordlessly begging him to do what she wanted, to take that aching bud in his mouth.
Jeff fucked her with his tongue for a few moments, but those moments were an eternity to Stormy. “Please, Jeff.”
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue, a tiny flick. Stormy’s hips rose from the bed and she cried out softly. “Yes!”
There were more licks; these lingered, wrapped, fondled. He nipped her gently and Stormy tossed her head. It was so good. Fingers penetrated her again, exploring her wet softness with firm strokes as he sucked on her clit. Stormy felt like a tidal surge was pushing her up, higher and higher until the stars were within her reach, but as she touched them the surf crashed and the stars shattered and Stormy’s body shook with the strength of her orgasm.
Her cry was primal, soft, deep and erotic. Was that her voice? Incredibly, it was.
When her pussy had stopped pulsing around his fingers, Jeff withdrew them and pulled slightly away from her. He rolled her half-way to her side and gave her bottom a sharp smack. “Baby needs to be fucked.”
Sex words again, could she ever hear too many of them from this man? Crude as they might be, they held so much sensual meaning for her.
“Hands and knees.”
Stormy quickly turned and began to crawl up toward the middle of the bed, but Jeff grabbed one of her ankles and kept her at the edge of the mattress. “Right here,” he said, positioning her the way he wanted.
She was powerless to talk, all she could do was cooperate, knowing that her cooperation would be amply rewarded.
He smacked her behind again and she squeaked. It hurt, but…perversely, it felt good. Stormy spent a second trying to parse these feelings, but no sense would come. All she could do was experience the moment.
“Like that?”
She moaned softly and nodded her head.
“Talk to me, babe. Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He smacked her a few more times, first on one buttock than the other. Warmth spread over her fanny. Stormy remembered the pink of her rear the day after their first encounter, so she knew what was coming. A memory of sensation, the sexy spanking of their first encounter, popped up briefly in her mind, but it was soon superseded by what was going on in the moment.
More spanks landed on her behind. The heat was building, but she wanted him inside her, too. Stormy squirmed, offering her glove for his rampant cock. Jeff had another glove in mind, though, and he grabbed a condom from his bedside table. Stormy heard the wrapper and a moment passed, but soon he jabbed quickly and firmly into her. Her pussy quivered, and she lowered her face to the bed, unable to hold her head up while the delicious sensations began to build again.
Jeff swatted her firmly and fucked her soundly. Stormy pressed back into each stroke and hard palm against her behind. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Your ass is red hot,” he said, and Stormy shivered.
Leaning back again, Jeff’s strokes got faster, his breath becoming soft pants. “I’m gonna come, Stormy. I’m gonna come when you do.”
That was it. She imagined his body’s release, the white, sweet pleasure spurting. She remembered exactly what it looked like from their previous encounter when she’d sucked and licked him to orgasm. That memory was enough to make her slam her smarting fanny into his hips, driving him deep, pressing the head of his cock as deep as it could go. She called his name as she climaxed that time, and she heard his grunt of pleasure as his cock throbbed inside her.
Breathless, she gasped and tried to come back to Earth. It was a slow fall.
“Your pussy is incredible, babe. You’re incredible. I’m going to fuck you silly all night. I hope you didn’t plan on getting any sleep.”
Fact was she didn’t plan on sleep. She hoped for erotic
hours with Jeff. This was her fling and she wanted to make it count. Tanya’s advice to keep her heart out of it was good advice, so she’d enjoy these moments and not expect more.
Jeff gave her one more smack on her stinging butt and pressed her forward until she crawled into the middle of the bed. He joined her there and snuggled her into his side and sighed. “This is good, hmm?”
She nodded.
He chuckled. “You may not say much, but your body tells the tale.”
Stormy snuggled closer, her hand on his chest feeling the beat of his heart. Yes, every moment was something to be savored.
* * *
They did it twice more through the night, completely ignoring the whole idea of dinner and the jazz show. Finally, exhausted, they slept.
When Jeff woke, it was to an empty bed. He didn’t know what to think. She’d been so skittish after their first encounter; maybe she was running away again. So many things about her screamed inexperience, but this hurrying away seemed to deny it. It was as though she was in it for the sex and nothing else. He tried to figure out what he’d done to make her think they were incompatible for more than that, and he couldn’t think of a thing. They had things in common, they enjoyed each other’s company—well, he admitted to himself, they did focus on one aspect of that togetherness rather a lot.
He sat up in bed and paused on the edge of his mattress, leaning forward on his knees as he ruffled his bedhead. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted one of Stormy’s white, high-heeled pumps. That was quickly followed by a thump in his living room. What the hell was that? Was she still here?
Jeff pulled on his pajama bottoms and tiptoed into the hallway, peering into the living room cautiously. It was a secure building, but caution was never a bad plan. Stormy was there, fully dressed except for her shoes and bent over his roll-top desk, pawing through the papers there.
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