by Golden Angel
"Well I'm not planning on yelling at you," Jared said firmly. "But I won't ignore you again. Seems like it was kind of pointless anyway, since she can follow you into the restroom and I can't... what did she want anyway?"
"To warn me that the two of you would get back together eventually."
"Not gonna happen."
"If you change your mind, just tell me. I won't blame you."
The thing is, he was sure she wouldn't. Leigh understood what it felt like to lose all the potential of a relationship; all the promises and the hopes and the dreams. She understood how hard it was to let that go, how hard it was to finally acknowledge that the last seven years had been a waste... to acknowledge that he'd failed.
But for the first time in years, he also felt hope for the future. He felt happy. He felt like there was a chance for something good, instead of the same slog through the same shit.
"I won't be changing my mind," he said firmly. "Any more talk like that and you're going to get a spanking."
Thankfully, as he'd intended, Leigh laughed.
"What makes you think I'd let you?"
"Let?" He scowled at her. "Let?" He raised his hand, waggling it at her. "My palm's getting itchy now."
To his shock, and delight, instead of responding, she kissed him.
******
Ah, fuck it.
There were so many reasons this could be a bad idea, but Leigh didn't care right now. Spending time with Jared made her happy. Being in his arms made her happy. And she'd had very little true happiness in so long that she just decided to clutch it with both hands and deal with the aftermath later. That was future Leigh's problem, if it even turned out to be a problem. Tomorrow, if he woke up and realized he'd made a mistake and that he wanted to get back together with Marissa, because she was finally willing to fight for him, Leigh would be fine. A little sad, maybe a little hurt, and definitely a little jealous, but overall fine.
There had been very few times in Leigh's life that she'd thrown all caution to the wind and decided fuck the consequences... even now, she was sure that no matter what happened between her and Jared eventually, they would be adults about it. There would be no recriminations or drama because of this, because neither of them were that kind of people.
So fuck it. She was going for what she wanted in the moment, living in the present, and god it felt so good.
The heady rush of pleasure that washed over her was nothing compared to the tsunami of sensation that followed as Jared's reaction vaulted from shock to aroused and enthusiastic acceptance. She might have started the kiss, but he took control of it almost immediately, his arms tightening around her as he twisted, bearing her down to the bed. It wasn't a throwdown... but close enough to make Leigh's pussy clench with eagerness.
She hadn't had sex in so long either... and Leigh liked sex. Loved sex. Wanted sex with Jared. In fact, right now would be totally okay, before he changed his mind. While part of her knew that she was throwing sanity to the wind in favor of her libido, the other parts of her didn't care. Specifically her naughty parts.
One hand clutched at his shoulder as the other tried to slide between their bodies... yeah, she was going straight for the cock. What could she say? It had been way too long since she'd touched one. Having him hold her, having him explain his feelings to her while he did so, and realizing that his actions earlier were a misguided attempt to protect her, was way better than any physical foreplay.
At least she thought so until his hands grabbed her wrists, yanking them above her head so that she was pinned down underneath him on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge. Leigh had always been drawn to take charge men anyway, but being manhandled like this? Being held down while he kissed her so deeply and desperately, while she writhed underneath him and felt his cock pressing up against her pussy through their clothes? This was what she fantasized about when she masturbated.
And at the same time, he was so gentle with her. Jared was such a big guy, he could have squished her. His grip on her wrists could have hurt. But it didn't.
Which gave Leigh the freedom to whimper and writhe, to press against him, to react as much as she wanted to because she was restrained. Rubbing her lower body against his had her making little mewing noises as he continued to kiss her. Overwhelm her.
The tightness of her dress was making her feel breathless, especially with Jared's weight on her and his tongue in her mouth... she felt lightheaded. Dizzy. Needy.
One huge palm covered her breast, pushing down the fabric and cupping her flesh. Leigh moaned against Jared's lips as the electric contact sizzled through her. With every passing second, this was seeming like a better and better idea. Her arms tugged, uselessly, against his hand as he plucked at her nipple, so gently that she ended up feeling even more wild... wanting his touch to be firmer, harder. Wanting more.
He was taking things too damn slowly, but there wasn't anything she could do to hurry him along, and for some reason that just made her even hotter.
When he pulled away from the kiss she could have strangled him, if she’d been able to.
"Does this mean you don't want to be friends anymore?" he asked, his eyes dark eyes glinting with amusement.
Even though she was panting and horny, she couldn't help but giggle, even as his thumb swept over her nipple.
"This isn't something I usually do with friends," she replied, her voice higher and breathier than usual, as she glanced down at his hand, which was still fondling her breast. The milk chocolate of his skin was a gorgeous contrast to the pale cream and pink of her breast, and seeing his fingers on her, stroking her skin, just made her even more excited.
"Usually, huh?"
"Well, Angel and I do grab each other's boobs on occasion," she said, fluttering her eyelashes up at him. She rocked her hips. "There are other things we don't do though."
The expression on Jared's face - somewhere between laughter and an attempt to remain serious - made her giggle again. Then he pinched her nipple again, harder and tighter this time, which cut off her laughter and sent another wave of need pulsing through her. She arched, pressing her breasts upwards, shuddering as her other nipple rubbed against his chest.
"Please," she whispered, tilting her head and lips towards him as she spread her legs further, feeling him settle even more securely between them.
Jared groaned, a deep, rumbling vibration that she felt in her body, as he pressed against her. He felt hard and huge, and almost painful as he ground against her pubic bone, and excitement surged through her again. In this gorgeous, decadent room, she felt as though the entire world was shut out. It was just her and Jared and this moment, and she reveled in it. There was no point in worrying about future moments; she just wanted to wallow in this one, to take everything he had to give, and hold onto this glorious feeling while it lasted.
Happiness was precious and fleeting and Leigh was tired of worrying about the future. Tired of always looking ahead. This moment was good. This moment was wonderful. She was just going to take what she could from this moment and the rest of her life would come later. So there was no point in being anything but honest.
"I want you."
Her skirt was riding up as she continued to undulate underneath him, the fabric sliding upwards, so that she could feel the leather of his pants against her inner thighs.
This time Jared's groan was cut off as he pressed his mouth against hers again, silencing her as well. Leigh whimpered as he shifted on top of her, switching his hands on her wrists so that he could continue to hold her down while fondling her other breast. She was so turned on, she barely noticed the frantic movements of her hips as she rubbed her pussy against his leather clad thigh. Her skirt had worked its way up around her hips and the lacy fabric of her panties scraped over her sensitive, swollen flesh, adding to the sensations coursing through her.
She felt so small beneath him, so helpless, and yet completely secure. As if his large body over hers was a haven for her, sheltering her and keeping
her safe even as he rendered her completely vulnerable.
It felt strange not to be able to touch him back; strange and exciting. Even with Michael, having been together for years, she'd always had trouble turning off her brain - wondering if he liked what she was doing, if she was doing it right. Especially once he'd started wondering about sex with other women, it had been impossible for her not to think about whether or not she was doing everything she could. Now, with her wrists pinioned, her body pinned by Jared's much larger one, there was nothing she could do and so there was no worry.
For the first time, she was free to become lost in the sensations, because she couldn't touch him. She couldn't try to scratch his back or nibble on his ear or shoulder, she couldn't lick or bite at his neck... she didn't have to think about whether he was enjoying it or if it was too much or too little or if she was being too aggressive or too passive... He'd taken away her options and, with that, removed all the stress that usually accompanied sex. Leigh always enjoyed sex, despite the anxieties that sometimes built up in her head about it; she always got off - usually right after her partner did, basking the knowledge that she'd pleased him - but this was something entirely new to her.
And she loved it.
When Jared's hand slid down between her legs, pressing into her pussy, she really thought she might explode. Rubbing and humping his thigh had her on the edge, but when his long, thick finger slid easily inside of her and then out, dragging her cream up to her clit and wetting the little bud, Leigh felt as though an electric current had just been shot through her body. She cried out, writhing, already cumming... to her shock.
Leigh usually had trouble getting off from anything but sex, because she got the most satisfaction, emotional and sexual, from her partner's pleasure. Laying back and letting the man do all the work usually made her feel guilty, leaving her awkwardly clutching the sheets or reaching down to play with his hair - anything to show her appreciation. Apparently, without the use of her hands and no choice in the matter, she went off like a rocket.
Even more surprising, Jared didn't stop what he was doing. His finger kept rubbing against the swollen nub of her clit, extending her orgasm and making her thrash against him as the sensations exploded inside of her. Leigh had always assumed she just wasn't one of the lucky women who could experience multiple orgasms, but it appeared that Jared was going to prove her wrong.
Tears began to slide down her cheeks at the intensity of her ecstasy, waves of it pounding over her, making her entire body tingle. Her pussy clenched emptily, spasming, as her clit throbbed against his finger, her nipples scraping his chest... it felt like her whole body was curling in pleasure that went on and on and on.
When Jared finally moved his hand away, her pussy felt sticky, swollen, and satiated. Her limbs felt heavier than ever, as if she'd gone limp from the inside out due to sheer sexual satisfaction. Leigh couldn't remember if she'd ever felt like this. She didn't think so. Jared's kiss had gone from dominating and exciting, to druggingly sweet and gentle as her climaxes had slowly subsided. She still felt lightheaded, but not in the same way.
It was a muzzy, hazy kind of lightheadedness, like she was floating on a cloud. A happy, satisfied, loose-limbed cloud of bliss.
Jared pulled back from her, sliding onto his side beside her as he finally loosed his grip on her wrists. Bringing his other hand, the one that had just been stroking her pussy, up to his mouth, he looked into her eyes as he sucked the glossy cream from his digits. Leigh blushed scarlet.
"Dirty," she said, teasing.
"Delicious," he said, and leaned forward to kiss her again. She gasped, immediately tasting the difference. It didn't taste bad, but part of her almost jerked away anyway, just because it seemed so... dirty. Wrong.
Intriguing.
Somehow way more perverted than she'd expected Jared to be, but in a good way. An exciting way.
As he kissed her, she felt his hard cock pressing against her thigh, and familiar guilt rose up. For all the pleasure he'd brought her, he hadn't taken any for himself. Leigh tried to deepen the kiss, her hand going for his cock again, but like before he stopped her.
Leaning back, confused, she looked at him. "Don't you want... I mean, shouldn't I..."
"Not tonight," he said gently. "Tonight was about you, not me."
She couldn't help it. She pouted. "But I want to."
Jared chuckled, pulling her into his arms. "Little girl, it's been a roller coaster of a night, and right now you're all flushed and hot and high... which is what I wanted, but it's not the head space you should be in to make snap decisions."
"It's not a snap decision," she said grumpily, her fingers clutching at his clothes as she rubbed her nose against his chest. He smelled good. "I decided it when I kissed you, otherwise I wouldn't have."
"Well, I'm the Dom, so I'm in charge, and I’ve decided that we're going to wait."
"Why?" she asked, glaring at him, her impatience and irritation showing through that he'd just declare that without asking her how she felt about it. Even though part of her liked that he was making a decision and putting his foot down. How very contrary of her.
"Because even if it's not a snap decision on your part, it's too soon. We've barely dated. Tonight has been... dramatic isn't quite the right word, but only because we didn't allow it to go there. When we have sex, I don't want any doubt in your mind that it has nothing to do with Marissa. I never want you to feel used or wonder if I made a snap decision. And on top of all that, you deserve to have more romance than I've been able to give you so far."
"Oh..." Leigh didn't quite know what to say to that, but she suddenly felt very small inside. Especially with the penetrating look that Jared gave her. She pressed her nose back to his chest, huddling against him, and smiling as she felt his hand stroking her hair. It felt nice. Comforting. Sensual without being sexual.
"You deserve romancing Leigh," he said, his voice quieter. More intimate. "You deserve candlelight and flowers, and a real bed where we can cuddle afterwards, and a nearby bathroom where we can shower off together, without having to go rejoin our friends. I don't know what makes you think you aren't deserving of it, but I'm not going to let you go without it."
She felt small, even as his words buoyed her up, because the truths he'd hit on made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. This moment was almost too intimate, his insights too real. Although she'd had sex several times after her and Michael's breakup, they had been one-night stands. Not something she was ashamed of, but at the same time she recognized that it wasn't exactly like her either. Sure, she'd been kind of catching up to her peers, since she'd been in a monogamous relationship for so long, but she'd also been proving to herself (and maybe a little bit to Michael) that she was still desirable... and she definitely hadn't made any of the guys work for it. Because she hadn't wanted them to; it would have made them mean something and she hadn't wanted to open herself to that.
Jared was refusing to let her do that to him, to shut him out emotionally even as she let him in sexually... and it made her feel warm and scared and hopeful and vulnerable all at the same time. It's not that she'd meant to do that before, but she knew he was right. And that part of the reason she'd been willing to just jump straight to sex was because she didn't really think she was worthy of the romance. When had she started valuing herself so little? One-night stands should happen because of desire, not because she didn't think a guy was going to take the time to give her more. How had Jared seen that about her when she hadn't even realized it herself?
"I know I deserve it," she said, but even she could hear it sounded like she was saying it because she knew she should believe it, not because she actually did. "No, I really do though. And I appreciate it. Even if I'm feeling really guilty right now that I got all the pleasure."
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her hairline. "Who says you got all the pleasure? I enjoyed everything we did right now."
"Yeah, but you didn't get to... you know. Cum."
&nb
sp; "Not all pleasure comes from orgasm, little girl. I got everything I wanted out of tonight. Definitely more than I had expected."
******
Sitting at one of the bar tables with Leigh standing between his legs and leaning back onto him, Jared couldn't help but smile as he watched his friends watching Andrew, Michael, and Kate. Although she was friends with everyone in their group, Ellie had always kept herself separate as well, and as soon as she'd seen which way the wind was blowing, she'd peaced out.
He and Leigh had completely lucked out; they'd come back downstairs right after Michael and Kate, and (with Marissa nowhere in sight) his friends apparently considered him and Leigh to be much less interesting than the mismatched foursome. Which was why Ellie had retreated so quickly. Nosy fuckers liked to stare and wait for something to happen.
They were lucky Olivia was off in a playroom, because she didn't just sit and wait, she stirred the pot.
It was fun watching Andrew pretend like he didn't care that Kate had done a scene with Michael, while Kate pretended that she wasn't annoyed by Andrew's attitude (it was a toss-up whether she was annoyed that he thought he had the right to care or that he was pretending not to), and Michael legitimately not caring about either of them while he stared across the room at Ellie.
Was it any wonder he and Leigh were deemed uninteresting in comparison? Jared wasn't complaining. In fact, he wasn't going to complain about any part of this night, not even Marissa showing up. He still didn't want her anywhere near Leigh, but he couldn't be upset about the way tonight's events had turned. It had helped to kick start both him and Leigh into moving things out of friendship and into something more, and Jared was more than happy with how that had turned out.
Chapter 8
"I'm going to send the blood work to the lab, but the sugar in your urine already tested high," Dr. Montgomery said disapprovingly as she looked over Leigh's chart. Leigh suppressed a groan and rubbed her forehead, as if she could smooth away the frowny wrinkles with her fingertips.
