by Lacey Thorn
He opened the driver’s door and the dome light went on. She met his gaze and was lost for a moment in the deep blue depths there. His eyes were so beautiful. The door shut with a click and he was leaning toward her. She held her breath. Was he going to kiss her?
He reached over her and snagged the seat belt, pulling it across her body and latching it in place.
“Where to, Dee?”
Was she really going to have sex with Jack? Was this really happening? Please don’t let this be a cruel dream from which she was going to wake up alone in bed all hot and horny.
“I’m over on Tulip. 2816,” she said and licked her suddenly dry lips.
“Nice neighborhood,” he said, starting the truck and backing out of the parking spot. “Jacey said you’ve done really well for yourself since finishing college.”
“I do okay,” she said. “I’ve been lucky enough to find a job that I love.”
“You were always the lucky one.” Jack smiled.
Lucky at everything but love. She licked her lips again and pulled her gaze away from him to look out the window. They were almost to her turn. “I could have driven myself,” she said. “I only had a couple drinks.”
“Aren’t you the one who won’t even drink one and get behind the wheel?”
Dee sighed and nodded. Yeah, that was her. She wondered if he found that silly.
“I’ve always admired that about you.”
Not silly then.
“Tulip’s the next street?” he asked.
“Yep, go right,” she said and forced her gaze to stay out the window and not move back to the man beside her. “It’s in the middle of the block on the left. The red brick.”
He pulled into her drive and put the truck in park. What did she do now? Did he want to come in and have sex? Was he just being nice? Oh god, she had no idea what to do here. She was so out of her league.
The sudden silence claimed her attention. He’d shut the engine off. She sat and watched as he opened and closed his door, walking around the front of the truck again. Was she hyperventilating? She could see spots in front of her eyes. She might have sex with Jack.
He opened her door and she went to get out only to be brought up short by the seat belt he’d put on her. Her cheeks went red as he laughed and leaned in to undo it for her. Their faces were so close and then he pulled back and took her hand to help her down. He linked their fingers again and walked toward her front door.
Her front door. Which she didn’t have a key to, since he’d dropped them on the table at the bar. Oh hell.
“I don’t have a key,” she said and shook her head.
Jack laughed. “I didn’t think about that,” he admitted. “No spare hidden around the house?”
“Nope,” she shook her head. Now she’d never find out if he’d been about to have sex with her.
“Leave a window open or unlocked?” he asked.
She just shook her head.
Headlights turned into the drive and they turned to see Jacey pull Dee’s car into the driveway behind Jack’s car. Mischa’s car idled at the curb.
“Thought you might need these,” Jacey said and tossed the car keys toward them. Jack caught them out of the air.
“Thanks, sis,” he said.
“No problem,” she answered. “I’ll let Jonas know you’ll be out tonight.”
Dee tried to smother a laugh. Jacey had claimed Jack’s best friend when her brother left. She wondered when her friend would realize that Jonas was in love with her. He was so perfect for Jacey. Everyone could see that. Everyone except Jacey.
The horn tooted and Mischa and Jacey pulled away from the curb.
“Come on,” Jack said and tugged her to the door, using her key to unlock it.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
“Relax,” he said with a laugh, making her question just how much of her panic showed on her face. “They’ll drive around for a bit and then come back by to see if my truck is still here.”
He was right. That was exactly what they’d do. Where was her brain anyway? It was centered on her hoohah, that was where it was. Totally fixating on the thought of sex, or more specifically, sex with Jack.
“So you and the guy from the bar, huh?” Jack asked, shutting her door and relocking it before leaning back against it.
“Who?” she asked and Jack laughed.
“The guy at the bar,” he prompted. “You two dating or what?”
“Oh, Mike,” she snapped out of it. “No, he was just a one-night stand.” Amazing how that didn’t upset her now. Well, she kind of regretted having sex with him because it had probably ruined a really great friendship. And that’s really all he’d ever been. Why had she wanted to make it into something more? She dropped her purse on the hall table and flipped the lamp on in her front room. Her house was quiet, empty. That was why she’d wanted there to be something more with Mike. Loneliness.
“You don’t do one-night stands,” Jack said.
“Apparently, I do,” Dee said and smirked at him.
Jack caught her hand and tugged her so that she faced him. “Did he hurt you, honey? One word and I’ll kick his ass.”
Dee laughed. “No. Honestly, it was just a mutual one-time thing.”
Jack looked surprised, which made her laugh harder. Man, she really was predictable. Which meant maybe Mike wasn’t such a great friend after all.
“When did you change so much?” Jack asked.
“You’ve been gone on and off for the last thirteen years, Jack. A lot changes in that amount of time.”
“Not you.”
“Even me,” she said and laughed, heading to the sofa and dropping onto it with a groan. She pulled her feet up and began unfastening the high-heeled sandals. What she wouldn’t give to be taller like Mischa and Jacey instead of her diminutive height of five foot, three inches.
“Let me,” Jack said, sitting beside her and reaching for her foot. The feel of his hands on her ankles had goose bumps popping up all over and her nipples tightening.
“Jacey didn’t tell me how grown-up you are now,” Jack murmured as he removed one sandal and then the other. He moved his hands over her feet, rubbing and massaging them, which had her moaning in pleasure.
“Why would she?” Dee purred as he continued to work on her feet.
“Jacey keeps me informed on all of you and what’s going on,” he said. “But I think she left a few things out.”
“Like what?” Dee questioned. She moved so that she was lying on the sofa, her feet comfortably in his lap and her head resting on the cushioned armrest. Her lids slipped closed only to jerk open with his next words.
“Like the fact that you want to fuck until we can’t move,” he said, his voice was husky.
Her eyes flew to his face. His hands were moving up to caress her calves now but his eyes were on her nipples where they poked out from her chest. They only grew harder under his gaze. One hand moved up to skim over her knee, to the top of her thigh, and traced along the edge of her skirt hem.
“Do you?” he asked softly, his gaze catching and holding hers.
“Do I what?” she asked, finding it hard to breathe, her entire being focused on the back-and-forth tracing of his fingers.
“Want to fuck?” he asked, leaning toward her.
The word choice might have been crude, but then, he was mimicking her earlier words from the bar. Maybe he thought to turn her off by saying it that way. He was wrong. She could feel her pussy getting wet at the idea of being with him. Her nipples were so hard and tight that they literally ached. Yeah, she wanted to fuck.
“Yeah.” He looked a little surprised but also a whole lot of turned-on and she realized she’d spoken out loud.
This time she nodded and moved her legs restlessly.
“Be really sure,” he urged. “It might kill me to stop if we start.”
But he would. She knew that. She’d wanted him for what felt like her entire life. Now, here they were, and her nighttime fantasi
es could be coming true. No way was she turning him down. She could handle a night of pleasure with him. No demands. Just incredible sex as many times as they could handle it tonight. She could do that.
“That’s what you want?”
She was talking out loud again. She nodded.
“Condoms?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered. She’d bought a box in anticipation of her night with Mike. They’d only used one. “I’m on the Pill too,” she told him, wanting him to know that she was doubly protected against pregnancy.
“Where are they?” he asked.
“My bedroom dresser. Top drawer.” She pushed up to her elbows in preparation to go get them but he stilled her with a flat hand on her stomach.
“Plenty of time,” he said. “We’ll head there before things get to that point.” His hand moved back down to skim the edge of her skirt again. “Right now I really want to see what color panties you have on under this short little skirt.”
“Black,” she whispered. “Lace.”
He closed his eyes and she watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He opened his eyes and glanced at her chest. “Matching black lacy bra?”
She nodded and he groaned. “My imagination is killing me,” he murmured.
“Then let me put a stop to that,” she said and reached for the hem of her shirt.
Chapter Three
She was going to have sex with Jack. Thank god she was wearing her black lacy lingerie. She had no idea why she’d chosen it over her usual preference of a comfy cotton set but thankfully she had. As her top skimmed up over her bra she heard his quick indrawn breath and said another thank-you in her head.
She dropped her shirt off the side and looked at him. He was eyeing her chest with awe. She might be the shortest of her friends but she was also the most well-endowed. She was a full D-cup and the lacy demi-bra she had on barely covered her tight nipples.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and she almost laughed, wondering if he meant all of her or just the part he was focusing on at the moment.
“All of you,” he said meeting her eyes. Whoops, she needed to quit talking to herself outside her head. “But I can honestly say I’ve never seen breasts as amazing as yours.”
She didn’t care if it was a lie or not. It was Jack and he was talking about her breasts. She reached for the button on her skirt and he stilled her with a hand over hers. “Not yet,” he said. “I don’t know what I want to do as it is,” he admitted. “I keep coming back to the fact that it’s you and I shouldn’t be doing this, feeling what I’m feeling.”
“What are you feeling?” she wanted to know.
“Like my dick’s going to explode if I don’t get inside you soon,” he said. “Like I’m going to die of thirst if I don’t taste you soon.”
“Taste me,” she invited.
“I want your mouth, Dee,” he whispered, meeting her gaze once more. “I want to kiss you.”
Without conscious thought she leaned up to meet him as he leaned down. He brushed his lips across hers, his hands skimming up her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts as he moved them up to cup her face. His lips brushed hers again and then he caught her bottom lip with his teeth. A soft nip soothed by the rub of his tongue. His thumb pressed gently at her chin, urging her to open for him.
Gladly, willingly, she did. His tongue eased in and stroked along hers, coaxing her to follow him back into his mouth. He closed his lips around her tongue and sucked gently on it. She pulled it out slowly, tugging against the suction he plied, breaking the kiss. Their eyes were open, each watching the other.
She wondered briefly how many other women he’d kissed this way then shoved the thought out of her mind. Honestly, she didn’t want to know about others, she just wanted to focus on the here and now. Please, don’t let this be a dream.
His warm breath touched her damp lip as he chuckled. “Touch me, honey,” he urged. “I’m not a dream.”
He was turned toward her, still sitting while she had one leg on either side of his hips. Her skirt had moved up a bit and one nipple was just peeking over the edge of her bra. She licked her lips and ran her eyes over him. He was edible.
She ran her hands up his arms to clench his shoulders, and grabbing her courage, pulled him in for another kiss, deeper, consuming. She tugged him down with her as she reclined back again so that her head was once more pillowed on the armrest. He turned with her, moving into position over her and she could feel the hard length of his erection through his jeans where he leaned against her naked thigh.
She wanted him inside her, moving, taking, owning. Wanted him to bring her to orgasm again and again. Her body was all but screaming, “Take me.”
“Not yet,” he whispered, pulling back from her kiss to blaze a trail of hot kisses down her neck to her chest. His tongue stroked a wet path along the lacy edge of her bra until he came to the nipple that was already popped free of confinement. He flicked it, traced around it, licked over it before finally wrapping his lips around it and sucking.
She arched up into him with a low moan, her fingers moving from his shoulders to clench in the short strands of his hair. He sucked gently then more firmly and she felt the nip of his teeth. His hands were around her, and when he finally pulled away from her nipple, he tugged her bra straps down her shoulders and over her arms. She released her hold on his hair to help him take it the rest of the way off and then lay there, bare to his gaze.
“Perfection,” he breathed, palming her breasts and seeming to weigh them in his hands before giving them a squeeze and running his thumbs over her aching nipples.
She went to reach for him again but he stopped her by releasing her breasts and running his hands up the insides of her arms. He pressed them above her head so that they dangled over the armrest above her head.
“Just like that,” he encouraged her and she clenched her hands into tight fists when his thumbs moved back to torture her nipples. He ducked his head and she watched as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth. Her moan was low and long as he fed from her, hard, suctioning pulls that had her pussy clenching and growing wetter by the moment.
He worked one nipple then moved over to the other. When both were red and wet he pushed them together and blew a breath of air over them. She cried out as they pebbled impossibly tighter. Then, with a groan, he took both of them into his mouth and sucked hard.
No one had ever done that to her before. It was incredible, magnificent and with a low cry she came. Her pussy rippled and she could feel her juices dampening her panties. She’d never orgasmed from just her breasts being played with.
He released her nipples with a pop and moved up to possess her mouth again. Her hands moved back to touch him. His arms, his shoulders. Her knees were clamped around his hips, her skirt around her waist as she ground her pussy up against his rock-hard cock. When he finally ended the kiss they were both fighting for air.
“You came,” he said and she couldn’t fault him for the smug grin on his face. Hell yeah, she’d come.
“I want to taste you, Dee,” he moaned, brushing his lips along her jaw. His hands moved down her body to grip her hips and press them back against the couch. “I want to taste that sweet cream that’s all over your pussy.”
Hell yeah.
He chuckled against her skin as he moved slowly down her body. She didn’t care if she spoke out loud. She really wanted to feel that wicked mouth on her pussy right now. His fingers released the button and zipper on her skirt and he rose up on his knees.
He pushed her knees together in front of him, closing her thighs and running his hands up her legs so that she lifted them straight up in the air. He leaned in, shifting her legs back open so that her calves rested on his shoulders and reached for her skirt.
Using his body for leverage, she lifted her hips while he tugged her skirt and then held perfectly still while he skimmed it up her legs and off. He tossed it away and ran his hands back down the outside of her legs to her k
nees. There he moved his hands around to the inside and pressed her legs open again, urging them back down so that her feet were flat on the sofa cushion.
“Jack,” she breathed out his name. He smiled at her and bent to place kisses on the insides of both her knees.
“I have to taste you,” he whispered before adjusting his position so that he was lying on his stomach, his head between her thighs. She had no idea how he fit his long length on her couch like that but with his hot breath on her panties, she didn’t care.
“Yes,” she sighed with agreement. She clenched her ass, lifting her pussy closer toward him, and held her breath as she waited.
His lips touched the damp gusset of her panties and he pressed a kiss to her covered folds. Why had he left her panties on? She wanted to feel him on her skin.
“You’re so hot and wet,” he stated, fanning her folds once more with his hot breath. His tongue traced along the right edge of her panties then moved to trace along the left.
“Oh god,” she whispered, catching her breath.
His tongue moved to slide over the lace that covered her lips and tease her even more. He poked at her opening through the material and she pressed up toward him.
“Jack,” she said again.
“What do you want, Dee?” he whispered to her, looking up to meet her eyes.
“I want…” She had to stop to catch her breath.
“Tell me,” he urged.
“I want your mouth on my skin.”
He turned his head and kissed along her inner thigh, licking and sucking gently at her tender flesh there.
“Jack,” she cried.
“My mouth is exactly where you want it.” He met her eyes again and she could see the wicked intent there. “On your skin.”
He would make her say it, make her ask for him to do what she wanted. And she had little doubt that her saying it would make them both hotter.
“I want to feel your tongue on my pussy,” she whispered and his nostrils flared, his eyes seemed to grow darker. “I want you to taste me there. I want you there.”
