Sinful

by Lexi Buchanan

  Knocking, all my nerves disappear when she opens the front door. Her smile that she had plastered on her face to greet whoever knocked spreads across her features when she realizes it’s me.

  She looks fresh as a daisy in her sundress. The thin straps holding the scrap of fabric up is a warm yellow against her tanned skin and the sweetheart neckline dips slightly between her breasts, which gives me a nice view of her cleavage. The skirt ends at mid-thigh and shows off her superb legs.

  “Happy Birthday!” I smile, and remembering that there are probably a good few people here that I know, I keep the kiss I place on her cheek gentle…as though we’re just friends.

  “You made it,” she says in surprise, as though she didn’t expect me to be here for her birthday.

  Frowning, I meet her gaze. “Of course I’m here. I wouldn’t miss your birthday.”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” She rises on her toes and kisses me on the lips before taking my hand and leading me inside Ned’s house.

  “Hey, wait a minute.” I don’t really know what to say, but I’m struggling to get past the ‘you made it’ comment. “Savannah?”

  “Jace, it’s fine. C’mon, my uncle has been wondering where you were.” She heads through the house, leaving me to follow.

  She’s not exactly pissed, but she’s not happy either.

  Sighing, I move toward the back deck, and grabbing a beer—my one and only alcoholic drink while I’m driving—I head over to see what Ned’s up to, as Savannah seems to have disappeared.

  I join in the conversation around the backyard and spend most of the hour following Savannah with my eyes as she moves from one group to the next. Her present is burning a hole in my pocket.

  My mood is going sour with the looks some of the single guys keep throwing toward Savannah. I don’t think she realizes that they track her around the yard—like I’m doing. One or two have caught my eye and looked away from her, but others are pissing me the fuck off.

  I watch her as she laughs at something the woman beside her says and then she moves away from the crowds. But instead of heading to a new crowd, Savannah looks around before heading into the garage.

  Well, I wanted her alone, so I guess now is as good a time as any.

  Following her, I don’t give a shit if anyone sees me. She’s my woman and they can all go and find their own. At least this will tell them that she’s claimed.

  I know she can’t understand why I’m not staying over with her, but it isn’t something I’m ready to explain. The time I’ve been spending with her, whether that’s with family or alone, I’m hoping will show her how much I enjoy her and not just her body. Her body is beautiful, just like she is, and I’ve never been as satisfied as I am when I’m with her. I hope she knows that.

  Tell her…

  Pushing open the garage door, it takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness, and when I do my breath catches in my throat.

  There is a light coming from the fridge that she has open, but it’s the sight of Savannah as she reaches up to a high shelf that finds me short of breath.

  Her dress has risen and it’s showing off her gorgeous legs. The way the top caresses her breasts has had me hard since I walked in and wished her happy birthday.

  Savannah turns and, when her gaze lands on mine, her eyes soften. Even from where I’m standing, I can see her breathing has deepened.

  But then she straightens and the light dims telling me I was right, there is something that she’s unhappy about, and I’m guessing it’s my reluctance to stay.

  Sighing heavily, I whisper, “You’ve been avoiding me.” I move closer. “I haven’t had a chance to give you your birthday present yet.”

  She’s listening but not giving any of her feelings away, as though she’s wondering what I’m going to be telling her.

  I try again, “I’m not good at this…dating I mean.” I offer with a wry smile. “Please just bear with me, okay? And trust me when I tell you that you’re the only woman I want. It’s all you, babe.”

  Her smile reaches her eyes this time, and her whole face lights up with joy.

  Inhaling, I slip my hand to the nape of her neck and bring her close. “Happy Birthday.” I seal her lips with mine, and keeping the kiss gentle, I caress her shoulder. My breathing becomes labored as her taste flows through me, and it takes a lot of restraint on my part to not haul her into my arms and take her where she stands.

  Instead, when I feel the mutual passion rising between us, I break from the all-consuming kiss. Smiling down into her upturned face, I pull her present from my pocket.

  She inhales sharply and her eyes fill with unshed tears when they spot the chain with the teardrop pendant.

  “I wanted to get you something special—because you’re special to me.”

  That doesn’t sound too corny, does it?

  “Oh, Jace. It’s beautiful.” She touches the delicate chain, sliding her fingers all the way down to the pendant, before she quickly turns in my arms. “Put it on me.” She gathers all her hair up with her hands and waits.

  The pendant in place, I struggle to fasten the tiny clasp with my fingers, but finally work it out. Dipping my head, I kiss the column of her spine until I hit the top of her dress. Turning her to face me, I swallow at the sight of the pendant as it nestles close to her breasts.

  There’s no mistaking the way this is going now. Savannah’s nipples are hard, tight buds poking through her dress and the hitch to her breathing tells me everything I need to know.

  “What do you want from me, Jace?” she asks, her voice husky. “Sex?”

  I grin. “I don’t know any guy who’ll turn down sex, babe.” I grip her hips to keep her in front of me. “But I want you as my girl. No one but me gets to put their hands on you. No one else gets to see you naked, because I seriously will have to put my fist in their face.”

  “Jace,” her voice quivers.

  “I want you, Savannah, anyway I can get you. I’m not playing around. I’m too old for that shit…I don’t share either.”

  “Good, because neither do I.”

  Savannah moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue, causing a sharp pang of lust to hit me in the balls.

  My dick is so fucking hard that I could pound nails. “Tell me to go back to the party,” I whisper, trying to hold onto my sanity. “Please Savannah, we need to go now before I fuck you in here.”

  “No.”

  “Savannah...” I pounce.

  My mouth latches on to her neck as I lick and nibble along her collarbone. But the pleasure grows to an inferno when our lips seal together, and our tongues lick and taste. Her kisses…and the whole damn package causes such teenage reactions in my body that I would laugh if I wasn’t so serious.

  Savannah’s hands go to the nape of my neck, and holding on, she tips her head back. I grab her ass and press her against me while I rub my cheek against her nipples.

  My dick surges between us at her husky, “Jace.”

  Moving my hands, I caress and mold each breast in my palm before I finally manage to unfasten the tiny buttons at the front of her dress. I groan when her beautiful breasts appear—her nipples, hard tight buds.

  God, help me!

  Dipping my head, I latch onto one of the hard buds, and suck.

  I smile against her aroused flesh when her legs buckle and she stumbles into me.

  My dick is about to punch through my zipper, but I need to keep it covered because I’m sure as hell not fucking her in her uncle’s garage. I just need to keep her from rubbing against me…a wet patch is going to be difficult to explain.

  Quickly turning her around, I place both of her hands on the wall and pull her ass out toward me, and feel my arousal kick up a notch.

  She’s fucking sexy spread out—even half dressed.

  Slowly moving my hands up her thighs, I take her short dress with them until it’s resting over her ass.

  Her bottom is on display and my hands hav
e a mind of their own as they caress over the smooth skin, but her panties are in the way of what I need to touch.

  Snapping the thin piece of ribbon that was holding her panties together over each hip, I remove them from her and shove them into my back pocket. My other hand dips between her thighs.

  Her wetness coats my fingers. It’s all I can do to not drop to the floor and put my tongue inside her pussy to taste her flavor.

  Leaning into her, I mold my body to hers and search out the wetness between her thighs. With my other hand, I roll and pinch her nipples. She feels so good surrounded by me, and her delectable bottom is rubbing my throbbing dick, but when I insert a finger into her pussy, Savannah growls and moans as an orgasm ripples through her…going on, and on. Her muscles clamp down on my thick digit as I bring her down easily from what felt like one hell of a climax.

  Even though she’s already come, I can’t stop stroking her. She’s so warm and wet that I’m addicted to her, and want to make her come over and over again.

  But Savannah has other ideas, and resting her head against my shoulder, she turns her smoldering eyes on me while moving my hand away from her body.

  “Your turn,” she mumbles.

  “I’m fine. We don’t have time.” No one has ever died of blue balls, right?

  Savannah quickly changes position and has my back against the wall. It’s only when she drops to her knees that I realize what she’s about to do.

  I don’t have the strength to stop her because my cock is on fire, and with how worked up I am, I’ll probably come the minute she touches me. The thoughts flee my mind as my shorts drop to my feet and her hands and tongue are on me.

  For once, I’m not going to bother with the fact that my lower leg is scarred or that she has a first row seat to my prosthesis, I’m just going to feel the hands and mouth of the woman that I love.

  Growling, I admit, “This won’t take long,” while I feel a blush along my cheekbones.

  Closing my eyes, I just feel…and feel I do. One of her hands is massaging my sac, while the other grips the base of my shaft and jerks me off in time to the suction of her mouth.

  With one hand, I wrap my fingers in the length of her hair, and keep my hold loose.

  The things she’s doing with her tongue!

  Chancing a look down, the sight of her on her knees with her red curls falling around her, her red lips locked around my thick cock…and fuck…her nipple grazing my leg while the other one is on display for me to see drives me closer to climax.

  “I’m going to come,” I warn.

  She takes me deeper and my whole body shakes with the orgasm rolling through me.

  Savannah

  Well, that was a first—bringing someone off to completion with my mouth.

  Lapping up all that Jace has to give me makes me feel ten feet tall. He came so fast and hard that I must have done something right. It felt good having power like that over him, knowing that I could cause him to get so aroused. Even now, he’s still heavy in my hand as I hold him against my tongue to clean him up. Can’t have him back in his shorts with cum dribbling everywhere.

  “You need to let me go,” he mumbles.

  Gently, I feel a tug on my hair and look up into his heavily lidded eyes.

  He groans and swells against my tongue. “Seeing you…like that…fuck. You need to get up.”

  Jace moves his hands from my hair and offers his hand as he hauls me up from the floor.

  I catch the hiss as I land against him, my breasts swollen, my nipples hard, tight peaks that hurt with my own arousal as they rub against his chest.

  One of his hands slips to my bottom and squeezes, while bringing me flush against him.

  “We shouldn’t have started this here because I want you over and over again until we pass out.” He nuzzles into my hair at the side of my face, before licking around my earlobe.

  “Mmm, I like that idea, and I like what you’re doing to me now,” I mumble, and lose my train of thought when he tugs on a nipple.

  He’s not the only one who can play at that game. I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his erection, which is hard and pulsing against my flesh.

  Throwing his head back, he closes his eyes and holds onto my shoulders, but when I rub my finger around the crown of his dick, his eyes snap open. Removing my hand, he admits, “I want nothing more than to be inside you right now, but we’re going to be missed.”

  Unfortunately, I have to agree.

  Bending, I hitch his shorts and briefs up his legs and tease him when I put my hands back on him to make sure he’s comfortable, before zipping him away from view.

  He gets his own back when he fastens the buttons that go up the bodice of my sundress. With him this close, and touching me, my breathing stays uneven and with the shake of his hands, he looks to be faring just as well as me.

  When all the buttons are fastened, he finally meets my gaze and looks to be sweating. “You’re beautiful.”

  Now I feel shy as I smile up at him. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

  “What were you expecting?” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in close. I sigh, enjoying the feel of him surrounding me.

  “I’m not sure, but you’re always surprising me with words.”

  “I’ll always tell you straight, and I promise that to me this relationship with you isn’t just about sex. It’s you, the whole package.” He kisses me on the top of my head.

  “Thank you for telling me that.” I kiss him on his chest, and then move over to the small sink and wash up. Jace does the same.

  “Is it safe to come inside,” my uncle shouts, while knocking on the garage door.

  “It’s safe,” Jace replies, drying his hands.

  I chuckle, and sigh in relief that we stopped when we did.

  “Figured I’d given you enough time in here. Now, Savannah, you need to come out here and cut those cakes…folks are getting hungry.”

  With a quick kiss to his jaw, I take Jace’s hand and lead him toward my uncle, who has a look on his face that tells me he knows everything that we’ve gotten up to in here.

  Shaking my head while the blush covers my face, I kiss my uncle on his cheek and let him lead us outside.

  Ignoring the glances and smirks being thrown our way, I turn to say something to Jace when I catch the satisfied grin on his face.

  “Ugh.” Rolling my eyes, I snatch my hand from his and head to the table that’s been set up with the cakes that I’ve made—red velvet, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry.

  “We need to sing Happy Birthday,” my uncle suggests.

  “No way. I’m too old for that.”

  “Oh don’t be silly. Jace, you go and stand with her.” He turns to the others. “If you want cake, then you have to sing for it.”

  While everyone starts to sing ‘Happy Birthday’, much to my embarrassment, Jace chuckles against my ear. “I can’t keep my hands off you—your sexy body.” His palm caresses over my bottom when he pauses, and announces quietly, “Fuck, you don’t have any—” His fingers rub between my buttocks, making me want to spread my thighs and let him touch me.

  “You need to stop,” I whisper.

  He turns into me, “Good idea,” although he stays where he is.

  With slight movement, I feel the ridged length of him against my hip. “Told you it was a good idea to stop.”

  Hearing a throat being cleared, Jace grins as we turn and face my uncle.

  “Please cut the cake, Savannah… Geez, a man could starve waiting for you.”

  “Uncle Ned, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have the cake to begin with.”

  “Oh stop being difficult.” He waves his arm around, and passes me a knife.

  He reminds me of a child whose been told that he can have a treat of cake and juice, which is why I respond, “You’re acting like a five year old.”

  Cutting up each cake in turn, I notice that the plate in my uncle’s hand has a slice of each on it. As I cut the last
one, I watch as he helps himself to another slice.

  I seriously don’t know where he puts it, or how he can eat so much without wanting to puke.

  “I’m going to take the knife back to the kitchen.” I take hold of Jace’s hand and pull him with me. “I need help washing it.”

  My uncle doesn’t pay any attention as we disappear into the house, and only a couple of people watch our retreat.

  Inside, I rinse the knife and place it into the dishwasher before I finally turn and face the deliciously hot guy standing not too far away.

  Leaning against the countertop, I cross my ankles and ask, “What now?” I’ve never felt so up in the air with a relationship before, and need to know what’s next.

  Jace frowns. “I obviously wasn’t clear in the garage.” He steps toward me. “I want you as my girl, exclusively.” He kisses the tip of my nose while caging me in against the counter. “You’re my girlfriend, Savannah, and I’m your boyfriend.” His grin widens. “We might be adults, but that’s what we are… Do you have a problem with that?”

  My mouth has gone dry and all I can think about while he’s so close is being naked in his arms.

  Biting my lip, I hesitate, and reaching out to him, cup his face and bring him to meet my lips.

  He groans, “Savannah,” just before taking control and assaulting my mouth. He licks and nibbles, all while his tongue is stroking inside my mouth with a sensual assault. My arousal is slick between my thighs, and as Jace caresses over my bottom, he brings me in tight to him where I feel the throb of his own arousal against my hip.

  My hands slide into his hair, and I play with the short strands at the nape of his neck. But none too soon, I find that I need more, and wrap one of my legs around his before rubbing against his erection.

  Moving my hands further south, I grab his ass and keep him in position when he tries to move his groin away from me. He has no chance of that.

  “Savannah,” he breaks from the kiss, and groans, his lips caressing along my jaw, “you have to stop.” His hands roam up my skirt, and when he reaches my butt, he curses. “Fuck.” He caresses my cheeks before closing his eyes and taking some deep breaths. Very slowly, his hands move from beneath my dress and he takes a step back. “I’d forgotten that you don’t have panties on.” His fists clench at his sides.