The Electrician (Working Men Series Book 5)

by Ramona Gray

  I wasn’t as gentle as I should have been, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she sucked harder, her soft tongue licking up and down my shaft with every stroke until I thought I would lose my damn mind.

  With a muttered curse, I pulled out of her mouth. Her lips were shiny with my precum and I groaned when she licked her lips and smiled at me. “Delicious.”

  She squealed in surprise when I pushed her onto her back and fumbled at the buttons to her jeans. I was like a horny teenager, and I cursed when I couldn’t get the zipper down. “Goddammit, what the hell?”

  She laughed and pushed my hands away. “Put the condom on. I’ll take care of the zipper.”

  I snagged the condom from the nightstand and ripped open the packaging, rolling the thin rubber on as Claire removed her jeans and panties. By the time I turned back to her, she was naked and lying on her back, her legs spread and her fingers rubbing slow circles over her clit.

  I’d never seen anything more fucking beautiful in my life and I hurriedly laid next to her. I kissed her, tracing her lips with my tongue until she parted them and let me in. I explored her mouth as I tugged on her nipples until her back was arching. I skimmed my hand down her flat stomach before pushing at her hand.

  “My turn, pet.”

  She gripped my forearm, her short nails digging into my skin as I ghosted my fingers over her swollen clit. She was wet, and I ran my fingers down one side of her clit and then the other as I sucked on her nipple.

  “Jonah, please!” Her hands tugged my head up and she gave me a desperate look of need. “I can’t wait. Don’t make me.”

  I’d planned on teasing her, bringing her to the edge of her orgasm repeatedly until she was nearly as insane with need for me as I was for her. But, I couldn’t resist her sweet pleading. I pushed on her inner thigh. “Spread your legs wide for me.”

  She did what I asked, and I knelt between her legs. I rubbed the head of my dick against her clit and she cried out and arched her back. “Jonah!”

  Unable to resist her any longer, I pressed the head of my dick against her wet opening and slid in with one hard thrust. Her pussy was as hot and tight as I remembered, and I groaned as I propped myself above her and moved with slow, deep strokes.

  She closed her eyes, her hips rising to meet each of my thrusts. Our bodies fit together like they were meant for each other. As I pushed both of us closer to our orgasms, I rested on my forearms above her. Our faces were only inches apart and I kissed her sweet mouth.

  She returned my kiss but didn’t open her eyes as she wrapped her legs around my waist and rocked against me.

  “Claire, look at me.”

  She shook her head no and I pressed another kiss against at her mouth. “Look at me, my love.”

  “I can’t,” she whispered.

  “You can.” I licked her mouth and then sucked on her upper lip. “Please.”

  Her eyelids flickered up and she stared at me as I moved in and out of her warm body. “You were meant for me. Can you feel how good we are together? How right this is?”

  She tried to shake her head no again, and I nipped her bottom lip. “You’re mine, my love.”

  “Jonah…”

  “Mine,” I repeated.

  “Yours,” she whispered.

  “That’s right, pet. Always.” Her pussy clenched around me in response, and I groaned and fucked her harder.

  Her hand wiggled between us and I braced myself on my hands again to give her room to rub her clit. I stared at her, watching her face as she drew closer and closer to climaxing. When she came with a harsh cry, I drove in and out of her, her pussy squeezing around me and drawing out my own orgasm.

  I groaned her name and thrust deep as her legs tightened around my waist. When I collapsed against her, she made a soft grunt but didn’t push me off of her. Instead, she traced lazy circles on my back as I buried my face in her neck and tried to catch my breath.

  After a few minutes, I rolled off of her and stared up at the ceiling.

  “Jonah?” Her voice was hesitant. “You okay?”

  I made a hoarse laugh. “I’m better than okay.”

  She was lying on her side next to me and didn’t object when I pulled her close and pressed her head down against my chest. I stroked her warm back while she traced the tattoos on my abdomen.

  I was almost asleep when she sighed and said, “You should probably go.”

  “You’re kicking me out?” Even I could hear the hurt in my voice.

  “I don’t want you to leave,” she said, “but if you wait until tomorrow and someone sees you…”

  “I’ll leave before it’s light out,” I said.

  She sat up and studied me. “Will you?”

  “Yes.” I strived to make my voice light-hearted. “I’m excellent at sneaking out of women’s beds before dawn. Just ask all my high school girlfriends.”

  She smiled a little, and I sat up and pressed a kiss against her mouth before heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I climbed back into bed beside her and nuzzled her neck. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

  She stiffened against me. “We said just tonight, Jonah.”

  “Have dinner with me at my place. You can drop by after it’s dark. No one will see you.”

  She didn’t reply, and I pressed a kiss against her collarbone. “None of our coworkers live in my neighbourhood, Claire. They won’t know.”

  “I shouldn’t. We can’t keep doing this.”

  “Just the weekend.” I sucked on her earlobe and cupped her breast, loving the way her nipple hardened immediately. “Give me the weekend to fuck you, to be with you, and after that, I won’t ask you to be with me again.”

  “Just the weekend?” She moaned as I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy.

  “Just the weekend, pet.” I rubbed her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Say yes, Claire.”

  “Yes, Claire,” she said with a soft giggle.

  I laughed and nipped at her collarbone. “Are you ready for round two, Ms. Hoyt?”

  “That depends on whether round two includes eating my pussy. Does it?”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” I said.

  Her smile widened, and she pushed lightly on my head before spreading her legs. “Then get to it, Mr. Peterson.”

  Chapter Six

  Claire

  I felt more than a little awkward as I picked my way in the dark, up the steps of Jonah’s front porch. I hesitated, and then knocked lightly on the door as I looked around. The houses on either side of Jonah’s place were both dark, and I cursed my paranoia as he opened the front door.

  “Hello, Claire. Come in.”

  I followed him inside and slipped off my heels. Despite the late hour, the house smelled delicious and my stomach growled loudly. I blushed when Jonah laughed and took my jacket. “I guess I don’t need to ask if you’ve eaten dinner.”

  “You don’t have to feed me.” I followed him into the kitchen. I’d been too nervous to eat, too freaked out by the thought of being seen walking into Jonah’s house that I couldn’t eat.

  Now, standing in Jonah’s warm kitchen with his gaze lingering first on my breasts and then my hips, my nerves dropped away, and I felt nothing but an overwhelming need for him. I walked toward him and put my arms around his waist before kissing him on the mouth.

  He returned my kiss, cupping my face and tasting me with slow, lingering licks that made me tingle all over. I reached for his belt buckle and he captured my hands. “Whoa, wait a minute.”

  “I want you,” I pouted.

  “Dinner first.” He kissed the tip of my nose and took my hand, leading me to the table. “Sit down, pet.”

  I sat in the chair he pulled out for me. He brought out a bottle of wine. “Would you like a glass?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He poured the wine and I sipped at it as he returned to the oven. He donned oven mitts and pulled out a roasting pan that he set on top of the stove. He opened it and the delic
ious smell of chicken and lemon filled the air.

  My stomach growled again, and he grinned at me over his shoulder. “Almost ready.”

  I watched as he set the chicken on a cutting board before stirring the rice that was in a pot on the back burner.

  “Can I help you with something?” I asked.

  “Sure. You can scoop out the vegetables and put them in that bowl, and put the rice in the bowl next to it.”

  I stood next to him and transferred the vegetables and the rice to the serving bowls as he carved the chicken and laid it out on a small platter. We placed the food on the table and he refilled my glass before pouring himself a glass.

  “Help yourself.” He passed me the chicken and I took a few pieces before handing it back to him. As we dished out the rest of the food, I smiled at him.

  “This looks really good, but you didn’t have to cook dinner.”

  “I like to cook,” he said. “How about you? Do you like it?”

  “I do. I’ve taken a few cooking classes over at the Y with Luna.” I took a bite of the chicken. “This is delicious.”

  “Thanks. What else do you like to do for fun?”

  I hesitated. I had come to Jonah’s house expecting a few rounds of unbelievably good sex before I snuck home under the cover of darkness. Instead, I was on a damn date. I needed to nip it in the bud, needed to tell Jonah that this was sex and nothing else, but I couldn’t do it. This Jonah was so different from who I believed him to be that I was utterly fascinated and dying to learn more about him.

  “I do a lot of hiking in the warmer weather.”

  He gave me a look of delight. “Me too. Have you hiked the trails at Elk Park?”

  “I go to Elk Park almost every weekend in the summer.”

  “I can’t believe we haven’t run into each other on the trails.” He ate a bite of chicken. “I’m participating in the Knox hike this spring.”

  “Seriously?” I put down my forkful of vegetables and gave him a look of admiration. Knox was in reference to Knox Mountain, a small mountain range about forty miles west of our town. Each spring, an event was held for people to hike up the mountain. It was a brutal test of a hiker’s endurance and strength. “I’m impressed.”

  “Thank you. Have you ever thought about doing it?”

  “Oh God, no. I hike for fun, not for torture.”

  His laugh warmed me more than the wine, and I ate some more chicken. “This really is very good.”

  “I’m not as good of a cook as my mother, but she taught me well.”

  “Is your mom a chef?”

  He nodded. “She’s the head chef at Baker’s Steakhouse.”

  “Wow, I didn’t know that. The food there is amazing. I met her once.”

  “Yeah?”

  I nodded and took a sip of wine. “Yes. I was there with my parents when they were visiting last year, and apparently my mom and your mom were good friends in elementary school. She came out to our table to say hello. I had no idea she was your mother.”

  “She doesn’t have the same last name as me,” Jonah said. “My dad died when I was seven and she remarried when I was ten.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Do you get along with her husband?”

  “For the most part. He’s a good guy and loves my mother very much, so that’s what matters, right?”

  “How did your dad die?”

  “Cancer.” He poked at his chicken. “Do you get along with your parents?”

  “I do. They moved to Maine six years ago for my father’s job, so I don’t see them as much as I’d like, but we try to get together at least once a year.”

  “Do you have any siblings?”

  “Nope, only child. You?”

  “Same.” He grinned at me and I could feel an answering smile on my lips. It was a little scary how easy it was to talk to Jonah, and how much we seemed to have in common.

  He took another sip of wine. “So, what kind of movies do you like?”

  * * *

  Claire

  “Are you sure I can’t help you clean up?” I called from the living room.

  “Positive. I’m almost done. Just relax and I’ll be there in five,” Jonah replied.

  I listened to the rattling of the dishes as he loaded the dishwasher. After a couple of minutes, I leaned against the back of the couch and studied the painting that was mounted above the fireplace.

  “Do you like it?” Jonah’s arm slid around my waist and he kissed the side of my neck.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “Matt painted it.”

  “Matt, your best friend? I thought he was a paramedic.”

  “He is. He paints for fun.”

  “He could make a career out of it,” I replied.

  “He could,” Jonah agreed. His hands smoothed over my stomach. “I like your dress.”

  “Thank you.” Despite the coolness of the weather, I couldn’t resist wearing a dress. Maybe to make it easier for Jonah to do what he was doing at this very moment.

  I parted my legs shamelessly when Jonah slipped his hand under the hem of my dress and rubbed my thigh. “Are you wearing stockings?”

  “Yes.”

  He sucked in his breath, his hands reaching for the zipper of my dress. “I need to see this.”

  “Shouldn’t we go to your bedroom?”

  “What for?”

  “We’re right in front of a window,” I said as he pulled the zipper down and tugged my dress down to my waist.

  It was dark outside, and I couldn’t see anything but our reflection in the glass. He pushed the dress past my hips and it pooled on the floor. I stepped out of it and Jonah bent and picked it up before lying it across the arm of the couch.

  He studied our reflection, his fully-clothed body next to my pale skin dressed in a bright red bra with matching thong and black stockings. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Claire.”

  “So are you,” I said.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. He handed it to me as he stripped off his t-shirt and shoved his jeans and briefs down his legs before kicking them away. His cock was rock hard, and I licked my lips in anticipation, making a small whine of disappointment when he stepped closer and nestled it between my ass cheeks. It was beautiful, long and thick and already leaking precum, and I wanted to keep looking at it.

  His warm hands unclipped my bra, and he removed it before taking my arms and pulling them back until my back arched a little. “Look how hard your nipples are, pet.”

  He cupped them, and I watched in the window reflection as he kneaded and rubbed them until I was moaning and rubbing against his cock.

  “Does that feel good, Claire?”

  “Yes. Jonah, I want you to fuck me.”

  “I know, pet.” He reached down and curled his fingers into the waistband of my thong before pulling it down. He knelt behind me and helped me out of it before kissing the backs of my thighs. “I think we’ll keep the stockings on while I fuck you.”

  I moaned when his mouth kissed my skin above the band of my stocking. “Bend over and spread your legs, pet.”

  “Jonah, the window, maybe we should close the blind.”

  “Bend over,” he repeated before biting my right ass cheek.

  I squealed and bent over the back of the couch, spreading my legs. They were trembling with anticipation, and I almost screamed with pleasure when I felt Jonah’s warm breath on my throbbing pussy.

  “You’re soaking wet already, pet.” His tongue licked my slit, his hands tightening on my thighs when I tried to grind my pussy against his face.

  “Your clit is wet and,” he licked it with the tip of his tongue and this time I did shriek, “swollen. You need to cum, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I cried. “Oh God, yes.”

  “So greedy,” he said before diving into my soaking muff.

  I cried out at the touch of his hot tongue stroking my clit. My hands dug into the couch
and I arched my back, pushing more of my pussy into his mouth as he flicked at my clit with his tongue.

  “Oh God!” I was embarrassed by how quickly Jonah could push me to the edge, but it didn’t stop me from cumming hard all over his face when he sucked on my clit. My body stiffened and I trembled wildly before collapsing against the couch, my face buried in the cushions and my ass sticking up in the air. I didn’t even care as I heaved in breath after breath of much-needed air.

  Vaguely, I was aware of Jonah taking the condom from my closed fist and the sound of the foil wrapper. His hand smoothed over my ass and I straightened, trying to support myself on legs that felt like rubber. He squeezed my ass before pushing on my lower back and bending me over the couch again. My hair was hanging in my face and he gathered it into a ponytail in his fist. He pulled until I was staring at the painting above the fireplace.

  Fresh wetness dripped down my inner thigh. I loved being fucked doggy-style and the way he held my hair in a tight grip, the way he pushed my legs wide with one strong thigh, was making me pant with anticipation.

  The head of his cock pushed against my hole and then he was sliding in. I moaned at the delicious fullness as my inner muscles stretched to accommodate his width. His pelvis pressed up against my ass and I made a soft squeak when his finger traced around my pucker.

  “Have you been fucked in the ass before, pet?”

  “Yes, but it’s been awhile.”

  “That’s a shame.” He leaned over and kissed between my shoulder blades. “At some point, I will fuck that delectable ass of yours.”

  I clenched around him in response and he groaned before giving me two hard and heavy thrusts. “Christ, you like that idea.”

  “Maybe,” I said as I pushed back and forth over his dick.

  He moaned again, his hand tightening in my hair before he forced me to turn it to the side. “Look, pet.”

  I stared at our reflection, my lust growing in leaps and bounds as I watched his thick cock slide in and out of my pussy. His hand grabbed my hip and he lifted me a little, adjusting me slightly so he could slide in deeper. I groaned, rising up on my tiptoes as I watched him fuck me hard and rough.