by Leanne Davis
Her breath just barely exhales. “It’s a habit. From my past.”
“I would never hurt you. Even that tackle wasn’t intended to—”
“I know.” Her tone is suddenly fierce. Hard. But it’s at normal volume so I smile at the emphatic statement. She realizes I would not harm her in anyway. She quiets her tone and adds, “I really do know.”
We keep our gazes fastened on each other. “I hate imagining that you’ve been touched in ways that would make you instinctually flinch from me.”
“I didn’t know it was so odd for me to react that way. I do now, Wyatt. And I’m sorry I flinched. I won’t again.”
My gaze rises to her face, and I step closer as I take her other cheek in my other palm. I hold her head up to look at me. We share a long, quiet, provocative stare. I take in a deep breath and admit, “I feel things, too.”
Her lips lift up to mine with just a small amount amusement at the awkward moment. Then her face screws up into complete puzzlement. “Wyatt, were you jealous back there?”
“Yes.” It’s much more complicated than I can explain, but yeah, jealousy was the primary motivation for my actions. “Yeah.” I feel compelled to add when it dawns on me that my mature, sophisticated, and evolved self wasn’t so evolved when it actually counted. I thought I was beyond the primitive emotion of jealousy. After all, I dated Dani and watched her fall in love with another man who was living in my house with me. Yet I didn’t really care. Not like I should have. Not at the cost of losing Dani. When that part happened, I was relieved. It convinced me I was above and beyond the grip of jealousy. Turns out, hell no. That damn emotion crawled inside me and took root.
I step even closer and bury my hand in her hair, behind her ear. I hold the curve of her scalp in the palm of my hand and tilt her head up towards me. I stare right into her eyes, rising up just a few centimeters. I am taller as I bring her face towards mine. My eyes gleam with admiration as I slip my other hand to the indentation of her waist. I hold her tightly and press her against my body. Her lips part, and her eyes narrow in anticipation. I am a student of body language, and every aspect of her body is pointing to the same thing I want. Then her eyelids flutter shut.
“Jacey?” My tone is gentle, and I am trying to hang onto the softness of the mood.
Her eyes reopen in question.
“You have to give me permission. The flinching. Your history…”
She nods and smiles as something wet shines in her eyes. “You can kiss me.” I smile and rub her lower eyelid and she shakes her head and adds, “No one’s ever asked me before.”
“I’m asking.” I will always. I’ll ask for her permission. I’ll show her that I am different from all the men she’s known. I am nothing like the kind of men her mother sold her to, whom she came to recognize as acceptable. I wasn’t trying to make up for all the past men in her life, but showing her that decency, care, and tenderness are not too much to ask for from a man.
I lean forward, and our mouths touch. Hers is so soft. Our lips engage with warmth and pressure, fitting perfectly together. In a matter of moments, she presses herself tightly against me. I let her decide how close and how much pressure she prefers. She sighs into my mouth, and I dip my tongue onto her lips. I lick and suck them gently and she lets me dally there as she seems to be enjoying it. When her tongue joins mine with a slide and a moan, she deepens the kiss. We wrap our arms around each other’s necks, and the kiss explodes between us. Our bodies and our mouths collide and slam together. Our hands swish and swirl on each other’s back and neck. The material of our shirts bunches under our frantic hands. We kiss for long minutes—five and then ten, moaning softly as our arms embrace and our hands frantically explore the other.
She slides her fingertips to the rim of my shirt before going up and under. She presses the backs of her knuckles on my lower belly where my jeans ride low. I suck in a breath, startled at the rush of desire pumping through me. Her gentle, easy, almost chaste touch turns me on. She might as well have started to jack me off.
I dip down, gliding my mouth along her lips, to her cheek and into her ear. She tilts her head towards me, visibly relishing my ministrations. I kiss her outer ear, dipping my tongue inside ever so gently. She shivers and moans, tilting her neck so her mass of braids cascade down her other shoulder. It’s sexy as hell. She absorbs each subtle touch and caress. I kiss her lower ear, stopping at the vein in her neck and slide my tongue down the long length of her elegant throat. She moans and tilts her head with total trust. No, it isn’t lost on me that in her not-so-distant past, her graceful neck was subjected to cruel hands that inflicted massive bruises. I banish the images of those wounds in my mind. This gentle, decent, kind, innocent spirit, residing inside this beautiful woman never deserved that. Somehow, she managed to rise above it and her bravery, which goes so far beyond mine, turns me on more than anything else.
My hand slides the stray smaller braids aside, moving them out of the way before my mouth descends and kisses her. Her hand slides higher up my stomach, seeking a torturously slow route over each bump of my abdominal muscles. She sighs when I start kissing her collarbone, and I lift my head up. We both blink and stare at each other.
“We should stop. Go out on a date. Get…”
“Get to know each other better? Will you treat me as your friend, your companion, and your equal? Will you show me that I matter? That I’m not just another notch on your bedpost, an easy lay, and you’ll never hurt me? Tell me, Wyatt, what haven’t you shown me about yourself?”
Her words stab my heart. At first, it’s a relief to hear I’ve unknowingly been doing that with her even if it wasn’t deliberate. I didn’t tell her the full truth about me and Hans or why my initial response was insane jealousy.
She shakes her head. “Let’s go home.”
I nod. She sets her hand out in front of her, palm up. I stare at it, and something huge swells in my chest. The lump in my throat seems to be the most powerful force in my body. I take her hand in mine. Her hands are barely smaller than mine. I love her long, elegant fingers as they grasp mine with tenderness and care. I start clinging to her and tug her body closer. We quickly get out of the woods, skirting the pond and yard before going around the house and out to my truck. We are trying to avoid any contact with other people. I marvel at the contrast in how she feels in my arms. She is so different from Dani. Dani has small hands and is very petite, while Jacey is elegant, graceful, and tall. The biggest difference I’m aware of is the way my heart races with Jacey, which it never did with Dani.
We gradually release our fingers, letting them trail over each other before we cease contact. Grinning together under the streetlights, we quickly separate and jump inside my truck. I waste no time in executing a three-point turn. The tires squeal when I press the gas pedal way too hard in my overzealous desire to get home to my apartment with just us.
We don’t talk but steal small glances at each other. Loving, flirtatious glances that soon have both of us smiling. My nerves make me feel as if we’re on a first date, but the excitement fluttering inside my stomach fills me with a sense of warmth. Our friendship and knowledge of each other make it much more intense.
I park, and she crosses around the truck hood before we slip our hands back together. It is unspoken and easy and so natural. It feels so damn normal. How did we avoid touching all this time until today? Now, we hurry up the stairs as I dig the keys out of my pocket, nearly dropping them in my haste to unlock the door. We enter and glance at each other before both of us burst into huge grins.
“Hello? Is anyone at home?” No answer. We’re alone. Kayden and Kevin aren’t here. We stare for a short moment before joining together like a magnet and a nail. Falling into each other’s arms, our mouths meet and our tongues tangle before dipping into each other’s throats. We walk and stumble and kiss and grope as we make our way to my bedroom. We fall through the door, and I kick it shut behind us. Releasing only enough space between us to lean back and lo
ck the door, I click it, and we’re free. Together. Alone. Excitement and desire ripple through me.
She slips back a little and I let her, sensing her pause for a reason. I’m almost begging her not to stop.
“Do you have anything?”
“If I didn’t, don’t forget you’re in a men’s college apartment. There’s probably an economy pack in both the other rooms.”
She nods and lets out a small laugh. “True. Okay. You… are you sure?”
“About you? This? Yes. But only if you are.”
She licks her lips and glances down as her occasional shyness overtakes her. I’m thinking of all the times she hangs out, laughing, talking and interacting, being fun and funny, telling jokes, some dirtier than I’ve ever repeated, or swishing back alcohol and playing video games exactly like one of the guys. My heart swells with joy. Why did I wait so long? She’s damn near perfect for me. Or any other guy with a damn pulse.
“Are you?”
“Yes. I just want to be clear. Is this a hookup?”
“No. We’re in a relationship.” I stare right at her. I don’t blink, flinch, or cave. She’s waiting for that small fracture in me, in us, and how I treat and interact with her. It’s all she’s ever known. The fracture quickly and quite poignantly, on a grand scale, shatters.
She shudders and nods, her eyes flutter shut, and she shakes her head. “I’ve never had a good one.”
I step forward and swoop her into my arms. I’m big enough to sweep her off her feet, despite her weighing more than Dani does. “Never having a good one just means you’re going to have the best ever, and you will never settle for anything less than the best again. I swear it, Jacey.”
“What if I can’t do it?”
“You’ll learn to. We’ll both learn.” I smile and give her a little wink. “If you can manage to read and figure out Crime and Punishment, you can figure out this.”
She stares up at me, and I nudge her to look at the sincerity in my eyes. She loses the frown and has a tiny smile as she replies, “I guess even you can’t be as hard as nineteenth century Russian literature.”
I bend my head with a huge smile on my face as our lips touch. The easy laughter, however, dies in my throat. I can only utter a husky, deep groan of physical appreciation in how she makes me feel. Her arms creep around my neck, and I slowly back her up until she hits my bed. She crumples into a heap, and I follow. We fall onto the mattress, making it bounce softly. Rolling over so we’re both on our sides, facing each other, we lift our arms around each other and stare into each other’s eyes. I’ve never paused right in the middle of making out. We share a long, deep, searching, loving, flirting, laughing, and caring look.
She leans forward and bites me, and I react as if she just lit a sparkler under me. The nibble on my lip is almost like receiving a full body electric shock. She playfully shoves my shoulder, and I fall flat on my back before she climbs on top of me.
Straddling me, she grins with a cocky, knowing, feminine gleam in her eyes. “I might not know about good relationships, but I do know about this.” She wiggles her eyebrows and the way she says the word this starts a series of crazy happenings that tighten my jeans. It’s so dirty and hot. Damn. She is every contradiction: hot to cold, innocent to fantasy, sweet to savvy, and smart to insecurity.
She grabs the bottom of her shirt and slowly peels it up inch by inch to draw out my anticipation. My entire body wants to help the shirt along. I harden against her and she’s sly enough to smile and scoot back, resting her crotch directly over my straining penis. She moves just enough to rub herself, and I gnash my teeth to avoid finishing too fast. I’m wild and crazy with passion, which until now, was something I always had complete control over.
But my eyes can only notice the upward sweep as she removes her top. She gets it over her bra, and I don’t care what happens next or how she discards it. My gaze is riveted on the swells of dark skin over her red bra. Yes, thank you all that is holy. She wears a dark red, lacy bra, and her breasts are round, full, and very big. I stare with appreciation, maybe even love. They are fantastic. She wiggles again and I groan as her boobs jiggle on either side of her cleavage. I lift my hands over each breast and just hold them there, closing my eyes in perfect ecstasy. I never want to remove my hands from these pillows of perfection.
“Wyatt?”
My eyelids flip open. I grin. “Shhh… let them grow used to me.”
She laughs and I smile, never taking my eyes off the round globes I’m lusting after. I love the sound of her husky, carefree laugh. It makes me smile even wider.
“Do you want me to introduce you?”
I still don’t look at her face. “Oh, we’ve been acquainted, but only in secret.”
“How’s that?”
“My brain has amazing powers. I have X-ray vision and an overactive imagination. I’ve pictured your breasts… a lot. But seeing the real version is like seeing a rainbow in person, instead of a kindergartener’s drawing on construction paper.”
She wiggles again, and my hard-on strains painfully. My eyes swell with the sight of her jiggling breasts as she readjusts her bra. I slowly push the lacy cups down until they lift her breasts up higher and fuller and prouder. They almost look fake with the push-up effect. My breath catches, and I groan out loud when her big, brown nipples are free and suddenly staring at me. My thumbs brush over each one at the same moment.
Jacey’s smile fades, and she lets out a sigh of pleasure.
I rub and brush, using the softest, most minimal pressure back and forth until both nipples bead up like little points of dew. It’s better than glorious. Even sexier, if that’s possible. Her self-control slips, and her eyes flicker as I continue brushing her nipples with my thumbs. I am consistent, constant, and soft. The “barely there” pressure drives up her anticipation, and I know I am making her crazy with desire. I decide to rub her as long as she continues to push against my hands like a contented cat.
She swallows and sways on me. Previously, she was upright, straddling my torso. Her mouth opens and her tongue licks her lips as I lift my hips up into hers at the change in movement. She suddenly bends at the waist and plants her mouth on mine, devouring me. Her lips move over mine and her hands hold my face still while her precious tits press into my chest, and my hands hold both of them. I slide my hands lower to rest on her ass, and she all but purrs. I pull the waistband of her jeans and undo them while peeling the material back. She sighs again and releases our lips before standing to discard her pants.
While she’s undressing, I quickly rise up and ditch my shirt. Then I slide my legs around to disrobe. I stand up and drop my pants in seconds and quickly disentangle my feet. When I turn back, she’s staring at me, and her eyes are huge.
“God, you’re ripped.”
“God, your tits are big.” I smile using the same tone as she does. Appreciation. Gratefulness. Joy. I’m sure that’s all either of us are thinking.
We grin and slide back towards each other, meeting on my bed. On our knees and completely naked, our gazes take a languid, hot tour down each other’s body. My hands roam everywhere. I want to feel every inch of her smooth, satiny skin. I follow the dip of her lower back and the curve of her ass. Grabbing each cheek, I pull her close to my eager erection and moan out her name.
She gasps, too, and the sensations that originate at my center of nerves shoot out to my extremities. I love her ass as much as her tits. I am holding one breast as I drop my face and bury it between them. Sighing in pleasure, my mouth forms a warm, sucking vacuum over one tight, nipple bud. She leans her head back, and I feel her braids tapping my hands as I raise a hand to knead the mass of hair. Every place I touch on her body is glorious. And I feel every place she touches me. She grips my shoulders to keep herself upright as my penis comes between us, pulsating with want and keen to feel the heat between her legs. Her warmth calls me, and I can hardly resist it or wait any longer, but the anticipation creates the best kind of pleasure and pain
.
First I lick and suck and bite her nipples. The sounds she makes in response match the urgency of my penis. I am dying for release. She suddenly drops her hand between her legs and pushes inside herself. Holy fuck. I all but come watching her methodic movement to seek relief. I grab her wrist and pull her hand onto my penis. Her eyes are still closed, and her mouth is puckered in lust. She grips it with enthusiasm, and I can only grin with unbridled joy at her.
I sink my fingers into her wet core while sucking on her nipples. I press against her clit and let her wetness slicken my fingers and hand. She throws her head back and wraps her arms around my neck, holding on as she emits a series of mindless sexy grunts, groans, and screams. I lie her down on her back and start kissing her body. Her neck. Her breasts. Then I extract my fingers from her core and replace my hand with my mouth. She bucks and screams out my name. “WYATT! OH! WYATT! YES! YES!” Deeply, I slip my tongue inside her until she’s screaming and riding my mouth. All at once, she collapses on the bed.
Only then do I release her and start kissing her mound, her stomach, her breasts and her neck. She grabs my head and starts sucking my mouth with hers. Her eyes are still closed and she’s crazy hot turned on.
As am I.
She opens her legs wider and looks so beautiful, like a fully blossomed flower. She’s mumbling with desire and need although her eyes are still shut. “Now! Please, Wyatt! Now!”
I grab a condom, roll it on and with her legs open wide, I push into her core and pull her ankles up over both of my shoulders. Using intense pressure and control, I slide into her. I grind my teeth and rock forward until I fill her up. Her body takes mine inside her. It’s amazing. I have to absorb all the wonderful sensations for a moment. Her eyelids flutter. She meets my gaze which is red hot on her. Sweat beads above her brows and her eyes are dilated with lust. She’s on the edge of maintaining control.
When I shift, her mouth becomes a giant “O” as she tilts her head back, jutting her breasts forward. I start jackhammering into her. Harder. Faster. Deeper. We’re groaning together with each thrust and our combined sighs and moans become a symphony with the rhythmic smacking of our bodies and the sweat on our skin. We are both panting and shouting as we succumb to the ecstasy of release and utter sense of fulfillment.
