My Favorite Distraction (Distraction #1)

by Stephanie Jean

  I leaned over and kissed his ear and whispered, “Mr. Riggs, you feel delicious inside me.” I licked him, my tongue trailing down his ear along his jawline. I took my time licking and wet kissing his large Adam’s apple. I moved to the other side of his face and began dragging my teeth across his ear before whispering again. “You taste so good. I can’t get enough of it.”

  I began rocking my hips forward and back, the brush of my clit against his hot skin driving me wild. He didn’t touch me at all. I leaned my mouth in to kiss him. His lips were soft and wet. I loved the way his mouth tasted. He kissed long and tender, like he was pouring love into every kiss. The sounds of my moaning filled the Jeep, as I moved at a more rapid pace on him, but I couldn’t seem to let go. I was close, so frustratingly close, too many times, but I couldn’t climax.

  “I can’t finish…I don’t know why, but I can’t finish. I am so insanely horny, and I can’t orgasm.” My voice came out whiny and I was on the verge of tears.

  He leaned in and whispered in my ear through gritted teeth, “You’re going to come.”

  He pushed me back slightly and began kissing my breast, tracing flames around the nipples. He was taking his sweet time licking and sucking, refusing to give in to the easy frenzy. He was going slow, loving my body. His sure hands began their torture on my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, pinching and playing. I felt my pussy clench around his cock at the connections he was making with my body with his hands only. I heard his breathing increase and groans escape his lips.

  “I feel your pussy squeezing me. Shit, you’re so tight.”

  He lifted me up and held my bottom just above him, and then he drove his cock in and out of me with force, his fingers digging into my hips with each purpose filled thrust. Heavy panting filled the Jeep. I was losing my mind in every tiny action: my tender nipples brushing against his hard chest, the sweat dripping between us, and the feel of his skin beneath my fingernails. I was completely consumed by this man. He bit my ear and that little action pushed me over the edge and I climaxed. He stilled for a second and then began working fast beneath me, my aftershocks creating more pleasure. My eyes rolled back in my head, and a gratifying moan escaped my lips. My toes tingled; my fingers dug into his shoulders. He stopped, and I nuzzled my nose in his neck and kissed him. I was happy and relaxed for the first time in days, and then I heard his nervous voice.

  “You need to get off me quick.”

  I leaned back and glanced into his concerned eyes.

  “I could suck you off, or…you can ejaculate all over me.” I didn’t move. I waited for instruction.

  “What do you want?” He appeared strained.

  “I want your come all over me. I want to rub it in.” The thought of his pleasure all over me was exciting, the visual sight of all his enjoyment and bliss for me, tangible enough to touch and rub it. I wanted that.

  I didn’t even finish before he lifted me and set me on the backseat. I lay down on my back and spread my legs. Through the window, the moonlight lit up my body. My face was in the dark. Jason’s hungry eyes grazed my body, slowly and affectionately.

  “You were my wet dream for many years, Katie, a hot girl in the backseat, her hair spread all over, her legs open for me. My fucking wet dream.” He looked at me with wonder. I was feeling more playful now.

  “Shut up and come all over my body. Claim every inch of me, Mr. Riggs.” I licked my lips slowly and flashed him a fuck me smile. He closed his eyes and whispered something. Then he was all business.

  Jason moved over me, positioning himself between my open legs. He started slowly, enjoying himself, and then it was almost like he couldn’t stand it anymore and began moving faster. I studied his face. I could see it changing. I reached up and began touching my nipples, pulling and pinching them. He pulled out of me, began stroking himself, and came within seconds yelling curse words. It was hot and thick and sticky, and I rubbed it all over my body. He eyed me, still in a sex haze, as I moved it over my breasts and stomach, using my fingers to draw circles over my hard nipples, then sliding it over my thighs and back up to my hips. I savored every look in his face, the passion in his eyes. He swallowed slowly and inhaled. Then, just because he was watching, I put my fingers in my mouth one by one, making a slurping sound.

  “You taste good.”

  “You are so fucking perfect. I love all of it.” His eyes were suddenly calm, and I felt his peace.

  Jason put his pants back on and draped his shirt over me. Before I could put his large shirt on, he was driving down the long driveway. I moved to the front seat and I buckled up. He shot me a great big smile.

  “I like my new shirt on you.”

  I grinned at his sweet comment. It was quiet for a while, and then he began talking again.

  “So that was Red’s club, huh?”

  “I knew he was out of town on business, and I also knew he had great taste. Heather was excited that I asked for her help.”

  I could tell he wanted to ask something but remained quiet. I waited it out, and then he finally spoke.

  “So do you forgive him?”

  I was surprised by his question and took my time thinking about it before I spoke.

  “I think he cared for me, loved me. His feelings were confused. Jared was a boy when he did what he did to me. I don’t trust him now, probably never will, but he was there for me, watched out for me. Ultimately Jason, Jared was like everyone else in my life. He wanted something from me and took it. I was already numb inside before that and,” I waited until he looked at me. “We both know I really don’t feel pain, like other people. So, I forgive, but that night is something I will never forget. It changed the person I was.”

  I could tell he didn’t agree with me, but he kept his mouth shut.

  “I don’t know, Jason. Sometimes it’s just harder to hate and easier to be indifferent.” He drove, no longer giving me sideways glances and I knew he was taking it all in. “Heather said she wants us to go out with them. I am going to leave that up to you.”

  His continued silence was bothersome.

  “So how was your man trip?”

  He laughed, amused at the way I asked about the retreat. “I took lots of pictures. Jonah and Jerry found it entertaining the way I kept reaching for my camera.”

  My heart picked up its pace and I instantly grew warm inside because he took his camera. I was beaming at him. “I find it cute, all the J names. I am not sure if Jackson told you about the laughing fit I had when I first figured it out.”

  “Yeah, it’s funny. I guess I am just used to it.” He continued to talk about the hikes and fishing in the lakes. I listened and laughed at the funny stories he told about his brothers-in-law. I couldn’t get enough of listening to him talk. We pulled in front of the gate leading to his house.

  “Stop, and I’ll drive my car down to the house.”

  He stopped and jogged around the Jeep. He scooped me up and carried me. I had no shoes, and my stockings were torn. My feet were very tender. I felt him cop a feel of my bottom when he set me down in my seat, and I giggled. I followed him down the driveway, and he opened his garage for me to park my car. Bo was out the door to greet us.

  I sat down on the stool in the kitchen, and ate a big bowl of cereal. Jason went upstairs and unpacked. When he came back to the kitchen, I was taking my last bites. He poured himself a bowl, and I laid my head on my folded arms and watched him eat through dreamy eyes.

  “I really missed you…a lot.” He smiled a milky smile.

  He finished and took our bowls to the sink, then came back and carried me upstairs. He set me down to start the bath. We brushed our teeth and then slipped in the tub. My feet were throbbing and the nice hot water felt soothing. He lifted me out of the hot water drying me carefully then carried me to bed. I heard him sigh, a happy sigh, as he pulled me close and wrapped his strong arms around me.

  Chapter 18

  Filling The Inside Of The Shell

  In the morning I woke up
to see Jason staring at me. He was lying on his side about a foot from me, watching me. I gave him a sleepy grin, and he reached out and pulled me so I was smashed against him. I fell asleep listening to the sound of his strong heart.

  When I woke again he was missing. I slipped his dress shirt on from the night before and headed downstairs. He was outside drinking coffee, reading his paper. I sat next to him looking out over the yard.

  “Good morning.”

  He looked over, giving me a sexy smile.

  “What do you want to do today?” he asked, his eyes dancing over my body.

  “I think it’s time we furnished your home.” I watched him closely knowing it was something he had avoided doing.

  He just shifted his body toward me with little thought and his lips curving up slowly. “All right, when do you want to leave?”

  His sexy smile instantly made my heart thunder in my chest. “After breakfast.” I got up making my way to the kitchen. He treaded quietly behind me.

  “Next to your eyes, you have the most beautiful hair.”

  I pivoted , giving him a teasing smile. “Are you horny, Mr. Riggs?”

  He quickly moved in behind me, smashing me against counter. He was breathing heavy in my ear.

  “I am always horny for you.” He reached around me and fondled my nipples through the dress shirt. I inhaled a sharp breath and leaned my head back to his chest, but he kissed my head and backed away.

  I felt robbed by his absence. I was already trembling with his touch, wet between my legs and throbbing. I gathered myself and moved to the fridge to start breakfast. He studied me closely. I could tell he was debating something. I finished making breakfast and sat next to him as we ate.

  “So…I, ah, kind of blew that fantasy for you. How can I make it up to you?”

  I grinned at the thoughtful surprise, not expecting that. “I think it’s nice you want to have a do-over, but I am happy.”

  “Tell me another one. I know you have one.”

  I gave him a long seductive smile because he was being so sweet and it was sexy as hell. “OK, when I was a teenager, there was this really cute guy who would come and clean our pool. I would be out there reading or sunbathing after a swim, and he was very detailed and very skilled at cleaning the pool.”

  Jason was grinning from ear to ear.

  “He would look at me like I was edible, but he was quiet and very innocent.” I finished eating, and Jason just stared at me, amused, hiding his laughter.

  “You have a fantasy about a pool guy?”

  I hopped down from the stool as his laughter got louder, no longer concealing his amusement. “He was so adorable. He wore this blue T-shirt and baseball hat and those really cute shorts with all the pockets.”

  “He sounds like your friend Blake.”

  I playfully stuck my tongue out and crossed my arms over my chest. “No, my pool guy was not gay. He was cute, and if he was cleaning my pool right now, it would be on.”

  Jason threw his head back when he laughed. He was laughing so hard, it was infectious and it made me laugh too.

  I left him sitting there and ran upstairs to get ready. As I blew-dry my hair, I felt Jason’s eyes on me, and I gave him a small grin. Then I felt him behind me. He rubbed himself into me, his hands reaching around in front of me to unbutton the large white dress shirt. He stared at me in the mirror as he slipped his hand inside my now open shirt. He lightly squeezed my breast as he buried his face in my neck. He gave me a gentle bite and then lifted the shirt over my shoulders. I stood naked before him, still blow drying my hair. He placed his hand on my back pushing my stomach onto the counter next to the sink. He didn’t seem troubled by my lack of interest, just kept grinding into me. He paused for a second to unzip his pants and pull out his member. He was still fully clothed minus socks and shoes. I watched him in the mirror stroke himself and then slip his hand between my spread legs. When he touched my slick area, a lottery winning smile spread across his face, and I saw his mouth say, “fuck,” in the mirror.

  He disappeared, and I finished blow-drying my hair before he returned. He was wearing a condom, and I giggled. He was very serious, no laughing, no smiling, and no talking. He walked behind me again and with one hand pushed me back on the counter. I stopped brushing my hair, and he began to touch me between my legs again. He put his foot between mine spreading my legs further apart, and then he quickly positioned himself behind me. I watched him in the mirror. He licked his lips, and as he entered me, his eyes rolled back in his head. He moved slowly, like he was savoring the last taste of his favorite candy bar. His hands moved around my back and slightly tugged on my hair. Then his hands slid down my back and rested on my butt. His eyes were transfixed on the parts he touched.

  When Jason was completely inside me, he stilled and looked at my face watching him in the mirror. He smiled a sexy smile, and it gave me shivers. I watched his eyes roll back in ecstasy again. Then he opened his eyes wide and began to move inside me. His hands gripped my hips tightly, and he began moving faster. His breathing became heavier, his face more fixed on his penis going inside me.

  “So fucking tight, so fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of you princess. You feel as good as you look.”

  His breathing was more like grunting now, and I was so needy for him. He pulled all the way out of me, and I thought I was going to pass out. He moved his hands quickly to my pussy and began moving his fingers on both sides of my clit, avoiding direct contact. I wiggled my hips to help with the connection, and I watched a knowing smile spread across his face. I stilled, and he gently placed his finger on my clit. My body was buzzing from excitement. I thought I was going to explode. My eyes started to drift closed, and then he was in me again. He slid all the way in and then moved his fingers over my clit. My muscles contracted involuntarily around him inside me, and he started to drive rapidly in me again, pounding hard. His hands made their way to my hips and held me still. I watched him in the mirror, and it was like slow motion. His eyes shot to mine; then his thumb reached around and brushed lightly against the sensitive nub, and I exploded. My eyes stuck closed, and I saw fireworks. I couldn’t even find my voice. My orgasm had hit me by surprise. I felt my muscles inside me clench around him in waves, and he came undone. He finished with a jerk and some slower, more circular thrusts. He leaned over and kissed my shoulder and pulled out of me.

  “It’s scary that you are so good at that,” I complimented, and he buried his face into me, controlling his breathing, and I heard a chuckle.

  “Get dressed. Let’s go.” He smacked my bare bottom as I walked away.

  “Ow! That hurt.”

  He snickered, and it made me grin. “We both know, princess, you don’t really feel pain.”

  My head snapped around and I stuck my tongue out. I moved to the closet to get dressed. I decided on wearing a white lace camisole under a white hand-knitted sweater and a skirt that had tiny pink flowers all over it. The skirt rested on my waist and flared out a little, settling just above my knees. It had a pink bow at the top, peeking out under my sweater. I grabbed my white boots that went to my knees. I put my underwear on last because he was watching the whole process, and I was trying to hurry.

  He raised an eyebrow as I pulled the white lace panties out of the drawer. “You could leave those off,” he said with a huge smile, and it made my stomach do twirls.

  I crinkled my nose. “These panties go with my camisole. It’s a matched set. I have to wear them.”

  He shot me a disappointed look and shifted away from me.

  “Really, you want me to look for furniture with you without my panties? What happens if the wind kicks up and everyone sees my very bare vagina?”

  He looked at me and laughed. I put the panties next to him on the bed and went back into the bathroom to put my hair in a ponytail and put on pink flower earrings. He followed and watched me apply my mascara and brush my teeth. I put lipstick on as he brushed his teeth, still staring at me. I smiled at him
as he finished. I leaned up and gave him a lipstick kiss on his cheek. His gleaming eyes never left mine.

  “You’re real funny.” He made no move to remove the lipstick from his cheek.

  We left the bathroom, and I grabbed a tissue and moved to him quickly to erase the lipstick. I saw the smile before I felt him slip his hand under my skirt, grab my naked butt cheek, and squeeze tight. I pretended I didn’t notice as I removed the lipstick from his face. He slid his hand around to my sex area and slipped a finger in, and my breathing stopped.

  “I just like it better like this,” he said matter-of-factly. He removed his hand, and I watched him lick his fingers. My mouth fell open.

  “OK, then, let’s go.” My voice was shaky. I thought it was a little disturbing not wearing panties, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. We walked to the Jeep, and he helped me in, taking extra time to lift my skirt and calling it the breeze.

  Jason got in and started up the Jeep giving me a happy, satisfied glance. We drove in comfortable silence for a while, and then he looked at me.

  “What are you thinking?”

  I grinned at him because I was thinking things I wasn’t sure he really wanted to know.

  “Are you sure you want to know? It’s OK to take the question back.” I smiled big, almost daring him to ask again.

  “Please, I would love to know what is behind those beautiful blue eyes.”

  “So do you and your guy friends talk about sex?”

  He thought for a moment. “Sometimes, if a friend’s not getting it so much or if the girl is crazy in bed .”

  “Have you talked about me?” I watched his face grow into a beautiful grin.

  “No, I most certainly don’t talk about sex with you to anyone.”

  I thought that was really sweet. My heart beat a little faster. He had been so thoughtful when he said it. I smiled back at him.

  “Heather tells me about her sex all the time, and lately, that is all she really wants to talk about.” I could tell he didn’t like this conversation, but I continued anyway. “She said he, Red, has a piercing on the end of it—you know, his penis.” I glanced at him, and his whole body physically flinched. It made me laugh. “She loves it. The thing is, I can’t imagine your penis being any bigger. She said the piercing hits her inside perfectly. I was thinking you hardly fit in me now. I think it would be quite uncomfortable if you had other stuff, dangly stuff on it too.” I looked over at him, concerned, and he started to laugh. “She also told me about the stuff he does to her…all of it.” I gritted my teeth and moved my lip down to the side. I was disgusted. “Do you want to do those things to me? I just wonder. The whole no-panty thing is kind of weird for me. Are you holding back?”