Juked

by M. E. Carter

  “Well, I feel so honored for getting to sit with all the important people.”

  I smile at her. “You’re important to me, so….”

  She stares at me for a moment and bites her lip, neither of us speaking. After a few sexually charged moments, she clears her throat and looks away.

  “Anyway, thanks for letting us sit there. Geni and I had a lot of fun.” She picks up the remote and points it at the TV. “I hope you don’t mind,” she says, changing subjects and breaking the tension. “Before you called, I was going to catch up on Outlander. I’m several episodes behind.”

  “Fine with me,” I say. “I’m used to those soft-porn shows.”

  “Soft-porn shows?”

  “You know… Outlander, Game of Thrones, True Blood. Soft porn.”

  She scoffs at me. “We’re watching Starz, Daniel, not pay-per-view.”

  I lean back and put my feet up on the coffee table. “Baby, the only difference between Starz and porn is that actual porn doesn’t have a plot or as big a budget.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Soft porn,” she grumbles under her breath. She picks up the popcorn and puts it on the couch between us.

  I snap up a handful and toss some in my mouth as the review of the last episode plays and the credits roll.

  Adult language. Adult situations. Brief nudity.

  That’s what the parental ratings warn us of. It is so, so wrong.

  The first thing that pops up on the screen is a woman on a bed and a man is with her. With his head between her legs for a very long time. And now there’s nipples, lots and lots of nipples. And his head is still between her legs.

  “Still trying to convince yourself it’s not high-budget porn?” I joke, trying to break the sexual tension that has sprung up again.

  “Oh my god, this is so awkward,” she replies, eyes still on the screen. Her ears turn bright red, which is apparently her version of a blush. She looks so uncomfortable.

  I sip my beer and munch popcorn, ignoring the woody in my pants from imagining that it’s Quincy and me on the screen. When all else fails, insert humor. “Man, he’s really going at it, isn’t he?”

  “Would you shut up?” She laughs and smacks my arm. “This is weird enough without you making jokes.”

  “Sorry. I’ll just sit here quietly while we watch the non-porn.” She rolls her eyes but smiles anyway.

  Two hours later, Jamie and Claire have gone at it multiple times, all while gallivanting through eighteenth century Scotland, dodging the horrible British soldiers.

  “I can’t believe you just sat through two hours of Outlander,” she says as she stands to take the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen.

  I pick up the empty beer bottles by their necks and follow her. “I have three older sisters. By far, that wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever watched. Although I have one problem with the whole thing.”

  “Really,” she deadpans. “What could you possibly find wrong about Outlander? It’s a great show.”

  “Oh, I agree. Lots of action. Lots of boobs.” She smacks me playfully on the chest. “As a twentieth century man, I can’t even imagine the odor coming off those people. They never bathe.”

  She leans against the counter, laughing. “Why are you trying to ruin it for me? Let me live in my fantasy!”

  “Your fantasy is a man who runs around in a dress?”

  “It’s a kilt,” she argues. “And I think it’s kind of hot.”

  “You know what I think is kind of hot?”

  “What?” she asks as she crosses her arms.

  “You.” We look each other in the eyes before I take two steps forward and put my hands on the counter behind her, essentially trapping her. “Why do you look so surprised when I say that?”

  She clears her throat. “Because it’s been a really long time since someone thought that about me.”

  “I doubt that.” I rub my thumb down her cheek and across her jaw. She’s so beautiful, fresh-faced and casual. It makes me hard, thinking about her like this. “Just because no one has said it doesn’t mean no one has thought it.”

  “Isn’t that the same thing?” she whispers.

  “Not even close.” I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers. Her arms wrap around my waist and snake up my back so she can hold onto my shoulders. I take that as my cue to keep going. I take the kiss deeper, sucking on her tongue and gently nipping at her bottom lip. I slide my hands down and squeeze her ass, pulling her to me so she can feel what her kiss does to me. “If I don’t go now,” I finally say between kisses, “I’ll never leave.”

  “What if I want you to stay?” she pulls her hands back between us and gently caresses my face.

  “Then I’ll stay. But there’s no way I’ll be walking out of here before morning,” I say honestly.

  “Then stay until morning,” she whispers against my lips, and I groan. I plunge my tongue in her mouth, mimicking what I wish my cock was doing inside her right now.

  “Bedroom?” I ask, not bothering to open my eyes or break away from what is turning into a frenzy. She walks backward with me, still holding onto my face, and guides us down the hallway and into her room. As soon as we cross the threshold, any semblance of restraint disappears.

  I rip her shirt over her head and throw it on the floor, and her hair falls back down around her shoulders.

  My shirt is quickly disposed of the same way and lands on top of hers.

  I lower myself to the floor in front of her and drag her shorts down, burying my nose in her panties, breathing deeply. “Holy shit, you smell good.” I kiss her stomach just above the waistband her panties. Her head falls back, and she moans.

  I kiss and taste back up her body, pausing when I get to her bra. “Take it off,” I growl. She undoes the clasp of her bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it aside. It doesn’t even hit the floor before I’m sucking on one of her tight pink nipples. Her hands slide into my hair, and she continues to make small noises that make me even hornier. Before I can kiss my way up her neck, she surprises me and drops to her knees in front of me.

  She looks up at me with her hazel eyes, biting her bottom lip as she unbuttons my shorts and slides the zipper down. It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life, and I’ve seen a lot of sexy.

  My shorts fall to the floor, followed quickly by my boxer briefs. Before my muddled brain can comprehend what’s happening, my cock is in her warm, wet mouth.

  “Holy shit,” I groan. I run my fingers through her hair while my cock slides in and out of her mouth. It is a fucking fantasy come true. She is a fucking fantasy come true.

  She sucks and licks and massages my balls with her hand. It takes everything in me not to explode in her mouth, but I have something different in mind for our first orgasm.

  “Stop, baby,” I say quietly as I pull her to her feet. She looks at me with huge eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” I cup her jaw and kiss her again, not just with passion, but with feeling. I haven’t felt like this about someone since…well, maybe since ever. I wasn’t looking for a woman to date long-term. And I’m still not even sure how to define this one. But damn if I didn’t find a good woman.

  I walk her back to the bed and turn her around. I move her hair over her shoulder and nip, kiss, bite, and suck my way down her neck, her spine, up and over her ribs, and around her waist. I push her down so she’s bending over the bed and run my hands down her spine, hooking my fingers in her panties and dropping them to the floor while I drop to my knees.

  “Daniel,” she breathes. “What are you doing?”

  “Worshiping every inch of you.” I spread her thighs apart and get my first glimpse of her swollen, pink lips. Before I can help myself, I’m kissing her between her legs. Not just any kind of kissing. Kissing and licking and plunging inside her. She tastes musky and salty, and I love every second of it.

  Quincy goes slack against the bed as she writhes against my face. I don’t let up. I
flick her clit, then thrust my tongue inside her, then flick her clit again, over and over until her taste begins to change, and I know she’s about to come.

  “Daniel!” she yells as she trembles. I continue flicking and plunging, licking and tasting, until she goes still. It takes a few minutes for her to catch her breath, during which I kiss up and down her legs and back.

  Finally, she’s coherent enough to speak again. “That was….” she says breathlessly. “That was amazing.”

  I smile as I stand up and kiss the spot behind her ear, making her shiver. “That’s just the beginning, too.”

  “I guess it’s my turn.” I can hear the anticipation when she says it, but I have other things planned.

  “Nope,” I say. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  “Watching high-budget porn turns you on, huh?” she jokes, still bent over the bed. I love that she hasn’t changed positions or tried to cover up. She’s not ashamed of what we’ve done or wanting more.

  “Oh, it wasn’t the porn. It was those damn shorts you had on.” I kiss the back of her neck again, making her shiver. “And your soft, silky hair.” I take a handful of it and pull her head back so I can kiss below her jaw, making her gasp. “And that sexy-ass jersey you had on.”

  She giggles as I kiss her shoulder and over to her spine again, stroking down across her beautiful, perfect ass. “I knew that jersey would get you going.”

  I stop what I’m doing in surprise. “You wore that jersey to make me horny?”

  She giggles again. “Of course I did. We’ve been dating for how long? You weren’t making any moves on me. I had to do something drastic.”

  “I was trying to be respectful of you.”

  “Less respect, more dirty talk,” she says.

  I chuckle. “Oh, babe. Next time just ask, and I’ll be more than happy to help you out.”

  “Noted,” she breaths, and I continue my journey, kissing down her back.

  I rub her soft skin and then reach up to cup one of her breasts, pinching and twisting a nipple until it hardens and peaks. Her breathing becomes more rapid again, and I know she’s almost ready for round two. I slide my hands down her soft, flat belly and dip my finger inside her. In and out I stroke, enjoying the feel of her wrapped around my finger and the sounds of her sighs. Removing my finger, I bring it around between her ass cheeks and use her natural wetness as a lube around her other entrance.

  She stiffens. “Daniel, what are you doing?”

  “Relax, baby,” I say reassuringly. “It’s not what you think. Well, not tonight anyway.”

  She chuckles and relaxes into the bed again. Condom, I remember suddenly and leave her momentarily to get one out of my wallet.

  She lifts her head and smiles at me over her shoulder. “I’m glad you came prepared. You must have been a boy scout.”

  I snort. “Uh no. I just know one too many people who have gotten themselves in bad situations.”

  I roll the condom on and sweep more of her natural lubricant up behind her to no man’s land. As I line up my cock with her core, I hear her gasp.

  “Are you ready?” I ask quietly.

  “Oh god, I’m so ready,” she answers with a moan. So I push slowly inside her, making us both groan with pleasure. “Oh, that feels so good,” she says and pushes against me.

  We pick up the pace as we enjoy the feel of each other, both inside and out. I can tell she’s getting close. I know I am. I run my thumb down the crack of her ass until I find my target. Carefully, so I don’t hurt her, I push my thumb inside her.

  “Daniel!” she says with a gasp. Her body resists the intrusion, but I continue to slowly work my way in until my thumb is buried up to my knuckle. “Why does that feel so good?” she asks, not sounding completely coherent.

  “Hold on, baby,” I say breathlessly. “It’s about to feel even better.” I pull back and slam into her, making her call out. I do it a second time. And a third. Finally, on the fourth thrust I push down with my thumb, tightening everything inside her. We both come almost immediately. And it goes on, and on, and on. She’s groaning loudly while I clench my teeth so I don’t roar like a fucking lion. And I would, because it’s so good, I feel like the king of the world.

  As we begin our decent, we slow our pace until there’s no movement between us except our breathing and the beat of our hearts.

  Quincy finally catches her breath. “Wow,” she says. It’s the only thing she says for the next few minutes. “That was amazing. Who knew the back door could do that?”

  I laugh and pull both my cock and thumb out, making us both wince. “I take it you’ve never tried ass play before?”

  She shakes her head. “Not like that I haven’t.” She crawls onto the bed as I take the condom off, tie the end, and drop it into the trash can next to the dresser. “I didn’t know what I was missing.”

  I chuckle as I visit the en suite bathroom to wash my hands. “Most men think you go for it the first time around. Not true. It’s something to work up to.”

  She yawns as I dry my hands and head back into her room and climb into bed with her. I pull her to me, tucking her head under my jaw and into my shoulder. “I understand the appeal now, but don’t expect to fuck me in the ass any time soon.”

  I laugh. “I won’t. Besides, there’s too many other parts of your body to explore before then.”

  She wraps an arm around my chest and snuggles in. “We can do that in the morning, okay?” She’s fading fast. As much as I’d like a second round tonight, there’s no way she’d make it through.

  “And round three, and round four. Maybe a round five.” I say, but she doesn’t say anything. “Quincy?” I ask. The only response I get is a soft snore.

  I startle awake when someone slaps me across the face. My eyes are open, but nothing around me is registering.

  A bedroom. Not my bedroom, and not a hotel room.

  I get another smack, making me turn to look at my assailant. A toothless baby stares back at me, smiling and drooling.

  Last night comes back to me. We didn’t have sex once. We didn’t have it twice. No, we woke up two more times and ended up having sex three times. And it was all fucking fantastic. Even when we were half asleep.

  I shouldn’t think about that kind of thing with a baby staring at me. That’s kind of creepy, even for me.

  “Hey, kid,” I say. He really is a cute kid. “What are you doing in bed? Aren’t you supposed to be in your crib?”

  He waves his naked arms and legs excitedly, like he’s swimming. He’s wearing nothing but a diaper.

  “That exciting, huh?” He squeals. “Tell ya what, why don’t we go find Quincy and see if I can’t treat you guys to breakfast. What do you think of that?” He farts.

  I laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I rub my face, pull him to my chest, and get off the bed. Chubby hands immediately snatch at my nose and eyebrows and chin. “Have you had breakfast yet, big man?” I ask as I carry the baby down the hall and into the living room. A quick glance in the kitchen turns up no Quincy. “Where do you think she went?”

  The telltale sounds of singing, a song that sounds suspiciously like a Taylor Swift hit, comes from a room off the small kitchen. I push the door open to see Quincy in a T-shirt and boy shorts. She’s bent over, putting wet clothes into a dryer. I can’t take my eyes off her ass.

  I look at Chance, who is staring at her ass, too. “You like what we’re seeing, don’t you?” I ask him, making Quincy jump.

  “I didn’t know you were up,” she says, hand clasped over her heart. “You scared me.”

  “I wasn’t. But this guy decided it was playtime. Bend over like that again, and we’ll see if he’s right.” I smile coyly, and she takes the baby out of my arms and into the kitchen, kissing his cheeks. I swear he’s giving me a smug look over her shoulder.

  “I’m sorry about that.” She puts him in an ExerSaucer. “He usually gets in bed with me after his early morning feeding and stays asleep
for a few hours afterward.”

  “It’s not a problem,” I assure her. “Getting slapped by a baby isn’t the worst way I’ve woken up before.”

  “Really?” she asks as she moves back into the laundry room. “What’s worse than that?”

  I pause to think, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing my arms. “Like that time the priest who worked with all the teenagers at church thought it would be fun to videotape us being woken up by them super early in the morning. It was still dark so the light on the video camera is basically what woke us up.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yep. To a brain that’s not quite awake yet, it looks like a train barreling into your room, scaring the shit out of you. And the best part is that they edited all the videos from all the different kids together and showed it at our next get-together.”

  She coughs a laugh and works with her laundry again. “Why would they do that?”

  I shake my head. “Team unity or some shit like that, I’m sure. To this day, I still have nightmares about being run over by a train in my sleep.”

  “Really?”

  “No.” She nails me in the face with a pair of panties. “Did you mean to throw a pair of”—I stretch out the cloth—“lacy, red thong underwear?”

  She snatches it out of my hand and throws it in the washer. “It was an accident.”

  “You accidentally threw a pair of underwear in my face, knowing I love the way you smell?” I’d only caught a whiff, but it was enough to make me horny all over again, even after the sex marathon from last night. I stalk her. “Look at what you already did to me.” I point to my crotch, where my boxer briefs are doing nothing to hide the current situation.

  She’s trying to ignore me getting closer, but I see the subtle change in the way she’s breathing and how she’s not quite as focused on measuring out laundry detergent.

  “Mm….” I put my hands on her waist as she closes the lid and starts the washing machine, turning her to face me. I cup her face. “Good morning, beautiful,” I say and kiss her.

  “G-good morning.”