by Tessa Layne
She sniffed in a breath and started again, voice going husky. “Suck me, fuck me, very slowly.”
“Alexis,” he warned. Their game was swiftly spinning out of control.
Her eyes were dark pools, her lower lip plump from where she bit it. “If you kiss me, don’t be hasty.” The corner of her mouth curled up. “Use your tongue and make it tasty.”
Jesusfucktits on a popsicle. He fisted his hand against the table, rubbing his knuckles into the wood. “Are you joking or are you inviting?”
Her mouth drooped slightly. “We can’t,” she whispered. “We could get disbarred.”
He shrugged. “We could, but we won’t.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’m a betting man, and I bet that you’re not going to breathe a word to anyone. And neither am I.” He gave a silent fist pump. He might be late to the party where she was concerned, but he was about to make up for lost time.
Chapter Four
Holy smokes, the man was tempting. He was like a sexy dreamsicle, sitting across from her, waiting for her to take a bite… or a lick. She shouldn’t. She really shouldn’t. But she was tired of always denying herself what everyone else had no problems taking. She was tired of living life in the shadows, and not seizing the moment the way her sisters had. What would one night hurt? Lexi was tired of being alone. So tired. And it wasn’t like they were going to make a habit of it. Definitely not. Jarrod was too arrogant and cocky for her, even if he had a mouth made for kissing. But what a mouth, and the way it said dirty things that soaked her panties. She wanted it.
“What happens in Prairie stays in Prairie?” she murmured.
Jarrod’s face broke into a slow grin. “Does that mean you’re on board for a little naughty time?”
Oh hell, yes, she was. Naughty time indeed. She wanted a whole night of naughty time and then some. She pushed back from the table and stood, swiping the Redbreast from the table. Jarrod stood, blocking her way. “Are you sure?”
“As long as you have condoms.”
His mouth twitched, and for a split second, she swore he had two mouths. Lexi gave herself a mental shake. She was pleasantly buzzed, not drunk. She’d just stood up too quickly. He stepped into her space, and she backed up. He stepped again, and this time, her back hit the wall. His hands came up to cage her in. “Are you always so bold in your requests,” he asked, voice scraping over her like gravel. A delicious shiver ran down her spine. “Do you have a problem with a woman asking for what she wants?” Her voice sounded foreign to her ears. Flirtatious, breathy.
“Not at all,” he answered quickly. “Especially not when she’s asking to be kissed.”
“I haven’t asked to be kissed… yet.” She replied primly. But she would, just as soon as they made it out of the kitchen. There were still stragglers out back, and the last thing she needed was for someone to catch her making out in the kitchen. They just needed to make it to the old playhouse where she was sleeping. Though tiny, the life-sized playhouse her dad had built for them when they were little — complete with electricity and a tiny kitchen — had served as extra quarters for them in a pinch. Cassie had lived there for a while when she’d retired from active duty, and most recently, Lexi had stayed there whenever she popped into town to visit. After living on her own for so many years in D.C., it felt weird to sleep across the hall from her parents.
Although, the way Jarrod stared at her rooted her to the spot. Her desire to vacate the kitchen for safer territory fled. She didn’t want to move, she wanted to remain there and let him stare. His heated gaze did delicious things to her insides, making her pussy throb with need. Her breasts felt heavy and full, aching to be touched. Lexi brought her free hand to his chest, slipping it under his suit jacket to caress the sculpted muscles straining beneath the fabric of his very fancy shirt. A little hum of appreciation escaped her lips.
“Does this mean it’s okay to kiss you?” he asked, voice deep and silky.
“As long as you kiss me slowly and use lots of tongue.”
She registered his sharp intake of breath before his mouth took hers. This was not the gentle kiss of a tenderhearted lover, this was the kiss of a man bent on consuming. And she was the consumed. He made no move to touch her anywhere else, but he devoured her mouth so completely, she let out a whimper. He tasted like whiskey and sin. And long summer days. She didn’t want him to stop. Searching for purchase from the knee-buckling explosions taking place in her head, she clutched the lapel of his suit jacket, clinging to him like she was adrift in the ocean and he was her lifeline. He groaned into her mouth, a sound of such pure masculine desire, that a wave of hot lust barreled through her. Jeezus, he hadn’t even touched her and she was close to coming. “Door,” she muttered when they finally broke apart, breathing ragged.
“Right,” he said, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her flush against his body before kissing her again. His erection pressed against her belly, and she rolled her hips, enjoying the length of him. Her mind went to a filthy place, thinking of all the ways she’d love to have his cock, but first they had to make it out of the kitchen.
She broke the kiss. “Door,” she growled again. He caught her once more in the hall, pinning her between the antique grandfather clock and the tiny coat closet, taking her mouth over and over until her head spun.
Somehow, someway, they made it onto the porch and down the stairs, only to dive into the shadows against the house the second they heard voices coming around the corner. Lexi’s heart was pounding too rapidly to hear what they were saying, but once the voices had faded into the distance, Jarrod swept her into his arms. “Where are we going?”
“Around back, to the playhouse. I’m staying there.”
He stopped mid-stride to stare at her. “You’re staying in a playhouse,” he stated.
“Don’t worry. There’s a full-sized bed. And glasses.” She lifted the bottle of Redbreast that somehow she’d managed not to drop.
“I don’t need a full-sized bed to make you scream my name.”
“No screaming,” she argued in a frantic whisper. “My mother has the ears of an owl.” None of them had ever been successful in sneaking out of the house when they’d been younger.
Jarrod stuck to the shadows, continuing to tell her in explicit detail all the ways he was going to make her come. The cool November air did nothing to slake the heat inside her, and by the time Jarrod nudged open the door to the playhouse, the heat between Lexi’s legs had reached the boiling point.
“Where’s the light?” he rasped, stepping into the room and kicking the door shut behind him.
“No light. People will see through the curtains.”
“I don’t need light to make you come,” he muttered into her neck.
“But I want to see you. I want to see your face when I make you come.”
He stilled. “Fuck, woman,” he groaned, placing a hot kiss on her neck before setting her on her feet. “Be fast.”
Quick as her wobbly high heels would let her, she slammed the Redbreast onto the tiny table, then turned on two nightlights that cast the room in a dim glow. Not enough light that a passerby would see in, but just enough that once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could easily make out his features. “Now, where were we?” She asked slipping her hands underneath his suit jacket and pushing it off his shoulders.
“I think you were asking me to undress you.”
“Was I?” She pulled his shirt from his slacks. His hands came to the top button, and in short order, his shirt fell to the floor in a whisper. She brought her hands to his belt, fumbling with it until it came free. Jarrod toed off his shoes, and pushed down his slacks, adding them to the pile. Lexi sucked in a breath. The man, half-naked, was magnificent. Perfectly formed pecs, rippling abs, narrow waist, and very well defined legs. He was a fucking beast in the most beautiful way. And his boxer briefs… she could hardly wait to push them off his hips.
“Turn around,” he ordered with a harsh edg
e to his voice.
A little thrill ran through her. “And if I don’t?” she tested.
He gave her a wolfish grin, full of heat and hunger. “Then I will very much enjoy spanking your beautiful little ass.”
Lexi couldn’t help but grin back. She’d be more than happy to challenge him another time. “First you have to kiss me.”
With a feral noise, he stepped to her, fisting his hand in her hair, pulling just hard enough that her head tilted back, exposing her throat. He started there, sucking on the spot where her pulse raced, then slowly kissing up her neck.
“My mouth,” she pleaded. “Kiss my mouth.”
He dropped his head, mouth so close that if she tilted her head, they’d be touching. “Be a good girl and turn around, and I’ll give you that kiss,” he answered, breath caressing her lips, her cheeks. She squeezed her thighs together, seeking some kind of relief from the exquisite tension driving her to madness.
“Bastard,” she whispered.
She felt him smile. “I’m much worse than that. Now. Turn. Around.”
The command in his voice peaked her nipples, she wanted his hands there, his mouth, anything to slake the desire heating her to a fever pitch. She turned around, sighing with relief as he slowly pulled down the zipper. She shimmied her arms from the sleeves, and the dress dropped with a whoosh. Jarrod’s hot mouth landed on her spine and she arched with a cry, shivers rippling up and down her back. She’d had no idea her back was so sensitive.
“No bra?” he asked, licking and biting his way up her spine while he clasped the weight of her breasts. She cried out with relief when his thumbs grazed her taut nipples. Her clit throbbed with need, and she was terribly close to slipping her fingers inside her lace panties and finishing the job.
“Jarrod, I… oh please,” she begged. “It’s too much. I can’t, I need,” she whimpered.
“Need what, sweetheart?” he asked in a voice as dry and dark as ash. “Does your pussy need relief?” He pinched her nipples, and she bent with a cry as a bolt of electricity ripped through her, straight to her clit. “Am I going to find your hot little cunt wet for me when I touch you?”
“Yes, yes,” she panted.
She nearly wept when his hands left her breasts and danced over her skin, coming to rest at her hips, fingers flirting with the thin elastic. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he murmured into her ear as he ground his huge erection into the space between her ass-cheeks.
“Your hands. I want you to touch me. Please.”
“You want me to touch your wet pussy?”
Oh god, his filthy words electrified her, brought her to the brink. She pushed back into his cock, heart pounding so hard, she thought her chest might explode. “Yes,” she hissed.
“Do you want me to make you come? With my fingers?”
“Oh god, yes.” She practically wept from the need of it.
It was sweet relief when he slipped his hand across her belly and into her panties. She cried out when his blunt fingers slid through her slick folds to tease her clit. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered roughly. Let me in.
She did as he asked, widening her stance, and rocking into his hand as his fingers sought and found her entrance, filling her up. Shamelessly, she rubbed against the heel of his hand, body bowing as at last, an enormous orgasm hit her, exploding from deep inside and rippling out with the force of a supernova. Jarrod’s body covered hers, and even though she felt herself falling, she registered that he was there to catch her, to hold her, murmuring sweet filthy words into her ear as she rode the tidal wave inside her to the very end.
Chapter Five
She was a live wire. Jarrod had never seen a woman shatter that quickly, or that completely — holding nothing back. He wanted to take her to that place again and again.
“That was… amazing,” she said with wonder in her voice.
“Not good enough,” he murmured, nipping at her shoulder before stepping around her and pulling her down on the bed next to him. “I’m going for unforgettable.”
A soft laugh escaped her sensuous mouth as she turned toward him, body bathed in silvery moonlight coming through the window. “Not cocky at all, are you?”
“I don’t promise what I can’t deliver.” His cock jerked in agreement. This was as much for him as it was for her. If tonight was his one shot with the untouchable Alexis Grace, he damn well was going to make it memorable for both of them. He wanted to be the bar by which she set her expectations. Jarrod ignored the jealous tug deep in his gut at the thought that Alexis would inevitably end up with someone else. She was his tonight, and that was all that mattered. He traced a line across her collarbone, reveling at the way her skin rippled under his touch. “You’re beautiful in the moonlight,” he murmured, dropping his mouth to the same place and licking a path that followed his fingers.
“Mmm…” Her hands splayed across his chest, then one dropped, skimming down the ridges of his abdomen.
“Mmm, what?” He asked, flexing his pec into her hand.
Her fingernail scraped across his nipple, sending a zing of pleasure-pain straight to his balls. “Mmm, your body.” She lifted her head to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses along his chest, fingernails lightly scraping his flesh. The sensations made his brain spin. With a gentle push, he rolled her to her back and crawled over her, settling his legs between hers.
“Mmm, your body,” he replied, taking a perfectly shaped erect nipple into his mouth.
With a squeak, she arched into him, hand grabbing his hair, fingernails pricking his scalp. So responsive, so… sensuous. Who knew all this lurked under her buttoned-up suits? Her skin was like liquid silk beneath him, rippling and bending at the slightest touch. She tasted like peaches and cream, and forbidden fruit. He licked at the swell of her breast, inhaling her scent as he moved lower. She widened her legs with a sigh, and he eagerly accepted the invitation, caressing the swell of her belly, cupping her swollen sex. Forbidden fruit indeed. He parted her folds, gazing down at her clit, glistening like a pink pearl in the moonlight. Dropping his head, he breathed her in, committing the sweet, salty scent of her arousal to memory. And then he feasted. Little teasing licks at first, then longer swipes through her slick pussy lips, lapping at her clit until a groan of pure ecstasy filled the room. There were no words, only sounds, and the rasp of harsh breathing.
God, he wanted her. He wanted to fill her, mark her, leave her with an indelible reminder of their coupling. His cock tented his shorts, thick and heavy, aching for release.
“Oh, Jarrod.” Her words escaped on a sigh, as her hips rolled to meet his mouth. He couldn’t help but smile as her body quivered and shook around him, seeking release. There was nothing more beautiful than a woman surrendering to the urges of her body. Her sighs and gasps were like music, building in a crescendo as each swipe of his tongue brought her closer and closer to a climax.
When it came, she fisted the sheets, back arching off the bed as she cried out, her body shaking from the intensity of the release. He glanced up, and her face transfixed him. Her mouth had dropped open, plump and pink from his kisses, a hint of a smile at the corners, eyelids fluttering, cheeks flushed. Her hair wild and tangled beneath her, she looked like some kind of ethereal sprite from a fantasy novel. He committed it to memory because he never wanted to forget her like this, completely abandoned to her own pleasure.
He hated to move, but he needed that condom now. He found the condom in his wallet, and lucky day, there were two. After double checking the expiration date, he brought them to the bed and ripped open the first one, pushing down his shorts, and pulling the condom down over his engorged length. He paused at her entrance and let out a slow breath. “Put your hands above your head,” he ordered.
“Like this?” She crossed her arms, resting them on her head, and bit her lip, the corner of her mouth curling upward. She looked like a fucking pinup girl.
“Just like that,” he growled, teasing his cock over her folds. “Yo
u’re fucking gorgeous, Lexi.”
Her smile widened, and she wiggled beneath him. “Stop toying with me. I want that big beautiful cock filling me up.”
God he loved her dirty mouth. Loved the way she was completely unabashed when it came to asking for what she wanted. “Then you’ll have to say please.” He wasn’t above needling her, even in their highly aroused state. She arched her hips, and somehow, with superhuman effort, he held off. “Say it.” She dropped her hands to his hips and pulled hard, thrusting up, and before he could stop himself, he was inside her tight heat. They groaned together. “Vixen,” he grated. But there was no way he was pulling out of this sweet, hot space. Not if his life depended upon it.
Her fingernails dug into his ass, the sharp pain of it sharpening his desire. “Fuck me... please,” she added with a little giggle.
Slowly, he drew out, then stroked in, hard. She made a little noise, deep in her throat as he seated himself fully inside her. “You’re so tight,” he said tightly, barely able to speak. “So sweet.” He thrust again, burying himself in her softness, he could lose himself forever in her welcoming embrace. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting each push of his hips with one of her own, and together they spiraled up to a cliff that when they tumbled over would launch them into wave after wave of ecstasy. With a cry and a shudder, Lexi gripped him, losing herself completely. She was everywhere, her arms holding him tightly, body clenching around his hard shaft. His orgasm started at the base of his spine, spiraling through him with laser speed, breaking over him like a tidal wave. He emptied himself into her with a sharp cry, biting down on her collarbone as he thrust and thrust, releasing everything he had before collapsing onto his forearms. He dropped his forehead to hers, breath still coming in harsh gasps. “Wow,” he murmured, gently taking her mouth, nibbling on the lower lip he enjoyed so much.
She grinned up at him. “I’ll take that.”
