Open All Night

by Sahara Kelly

  Daphne began to fidget.

  “I think he’s going to kiss her, don’t you?” Jack asked the question quietly, but she still jumped a little at the sound of his voice.

  “He shouldn’t. They haven’t even spoken to each other, for heaven’s sake.”

  She sounded a little breathless. Jack stifled a grin.

  “Don’t you get the feeling that for these two it doesn’t matter?” He slipped next to her on the couch, letting his thigh brush hers. He noted with interest that she didn’t pull away.

  Scene 4. They kiss. Followed rapidly by Scene 5. They fuck on the beach.

  “Don’t you think that sometimes…just sometimes…words are unnecessary?” Jack pressed slightly against her arm. It was warm through her silk shirt.

  “I…I don’t…oh my.”

  Daphne’s eyes widened as she saw the man’s hand remove the skimpy bikini top and drop to cradle the woman’s breasts.

  Jack glanced at the screen. He had to admit he had a soft spot for Merrill’s breasts. They were damn near perfect. He looked back at Daphne. Well, perhaps hers were close. He wanted to find out.

  She cleared her throat. “Goodness.”

  “Attractive, isn’t she?”

  “She’s…um…yes. Very nice. No tan lines either.”

  Daphne was definitely squirming. It was a little move of her hips, but it was enough to tell Jack that she was paying close attention. He knew what she was seeing - Bart’s mouth on Merrill’s breasts, sucking, teasing and loving those extraordinary nipples.

  “And she’s enjoying it, wouldn’t you say?” He closed the distance between them and let his breath fan the little hairs that had tumbled around Daphne’s ear.

  “It - it certainly looks that way.”

  “So it’s simply the give and take of mutual pleasure, Daphne…”

  Her nipples hardened into tight buds beneath the thin silk. Jack began to ache, and did his best to ignore his cock. He’d watched this film a gazillion times.

  Fuck it. It wasn’t the film turning him on. It was Daphne.

  Chapter Five

  Oh Jesus. Oh sweet lord. What had she gotten herself into?

  Nobody had ever told her that watching this stuff could be so arousing, or she’d never have considered watching it with someone like Jack beside her. She’d always figured that porn was just that. Porn. No redeeming social values, no plot, no romance…just insert Tab A into Slot B and repeat as necessary.

  This was…this was…hot.

  She gulped in a breath of air, trying to ignore the heat radiating from the body of the man next to her. And the feather light touch of his hand on her shoulder.

  All the time, the couple on the screen embraced, their subtle moans of delight becoming stronger as they stripped off what was left of their swimsuits. Although how someone could actually swim in a thong, Daphne wasn’t quite sure.

  The woman dropped to her knees on the sand and the camera swung around, focusing on the man’s face as he threw his head back and groaned.

  Oh Jesus. Oh sweet lord.

  “Looks very realistic, doesn’t it?” Jack’s arm was now resting on her shoulders and his hand touched her, rubbing soft circles against the sensitive skin of her upper arm through her shirt.

  “Um…yes. Very.”

  Jack’s body rested against hers and she found herself half-lying against him as the movie continued. Darkness was falling on the beach, and a huge moon was rising. She shifted a little and gasped as her elbow grazed Jack’s crotch.

  The moon wasn’t the only thing that had risen.

  Grateful for the semi-darkness of the room, Daphne blushed. It was the sight of the couple on the screen, of course. Men got easily aroused at that sort of thing.

  The lovers tumbled together into a heap, onto a convenient towel.

  “Uh, Jack?” Daphne turned, surprised to find Jack’s face so close to hers.

  “Yes?”

  “Where did the towel come from?”

  He brushed an errant lock of hair away from her ear. “Does it matter?”

  Oh God. When he looked at her like that, like she was the most important woman in the world, nothing mattered. Nothing except…a whole bunch of things she shouldn’t be thinking about.

  A moan from the screen drew her gaze back, just in time to see the woman suck the man’s finger into her mouth as he touched her face. “I…guess…um…” Daphne floundered. He’d asked her something. What the hell was it?

  Jack grinned and lightly brushed his finger down her nose. If she’d opened her mouth, would he have let her suck his finger like that? “They needed to lie on something, honey. Sand gets into a lot of awkward places, you know.”

  “It does?”

  “Oh yeah. Ever made love on a beach, Daphne?”

  She blinked and shook her head, completely unable to answer him. Green eyes were gazing at her, something very confusing lurking in their depths. She could almost believe it was - desire. But that was impossible.

  Wasn’t it?

  The movie lovers were speaking. Ah. Dialogue at last. Grateful for the distraction, Daphne turned her attention away from the man beside her and back to the screen.

  “You’re a dream. A goddess. Something the sea created for me.”

  “No. I’m real. Touch me. Take me. Make me feel…”

  Please Jack. Daphne bit her lip. Dear God - don’t let her have said that out loud.

  Jack’s hand rested on her neck and his hand gently pulled her hairpins from her untidy bun. He slid his fingers through the strands and massaged her scalp as the last one fell free.

  “There. That’s better. Now you can concentrate.” He tossed the pins onto the coffee table.

  Yeah. Right. Of course she could concentrate. There was a gorgeous couple making hot and passionate love on a perfect tropical beach in front of her, and a gorgeous man making her hot and passionate by rubbing her scalp, sitting next to her.

  At this point, her concentration had run away to join the circus.

  She arched her neck, resting her head in Jack’s palm, and enjoying his touch. Part of her watched as the couple on the sand moved and twined around each other, kissing, parting, touching, groaning…oh God.

  “How do you like it so far?” It was a whisper that scorched her body.

  She could have sworn his tongue touched her ear. Her panties were getting soaked, her breasts were aching, and she was hotter than fire. Any more of this and she was going to start some dialogue of her own. Something along the lines of “ravish me, you…you…beast!”

  She turned her head to answer.

  He was inches away. Instinctively, her eyes dropped to his lips and as her mouth opened to respond, the most incredible thing happened.

  He kissed her.

  And she kissed him back.

  As he sank his tongue into her mouth, a dam broke inside Daphne and she found herself flooded with sensations that brought a gasp of amazement to her throat. His arms trapped her close to him, and his lips teased hers, pressing close then pulling away, only to return and demand more.

  It was a kiss like she’d never experienced, and probably never would again, so she threw herself into it with abandon. Turning herself in his embrace, she pressed her breasts against his chest, loving the hardness that squashed them nearly flat.

  She let her hands roam around his shoulders and up behind his neck, sifting the silky strands of hair through her fingers as she opened her mouth wider, inviting him inside. Breathless, hot and chilled by turns, her mind whirled with the scent of him, the taste of him, and the feel of him as he held her close and kissed her into some new form of hallucinogenic heaven.

  Her one brush with marijuana hadn’t been half as potent. She’d gotten hungry and then nauseous. This was sending her on a trip to someplace she’d never known existed. The thought flashed through her mind that now she understood the meaning of the overused phrase “drugging kisses”.

  Oh God. She could get addicted to this way too
quickly.

  Carefully, she eased their mouths apart. “Oh myyyy.”

  Jack cleared his throat and cuddled her close. “You kiss like an angel, Daph. That was…so good.”

  Yes. Oh yes. Good. Never mind that she hated to be called “Daph”. Never mind that she’d only known him for a few hours. Yes. It was so…good.

  A cry from the screen distracted her, and she blinked, trying to focus on the action now taking place in a hotel room. At least it saved her from throwing herself on Jack and begging him to kiss her again. More. A lot more.

  Two new lovers were arguing. “They’re having problems with their relationship.” His voice was pure seduction. “They’ve been having great sex, but she’s wondering if it’s enough.”

  “Oh.” Daphne cleared her throat and tried again. “Oh.”

  “Do you think sex is enough, Daph?”

  “Enough for what, Jack?” Good lord. Was that breathy whisper really coming from her?

  He rubbed his nose down her cheek and lightly licked the corner of her mouth. Then turned back to the screen.

  She followed his gaze.

  Ohmigod.

  They were up against the door of the hotel room, the woman digging her hands into the man’s shoulders as he rammed himself into her, making her breasts jiggle with his force. Her face contorted, color rushed to her cheeks, and if it was acting, then in Daphne’s admittedly inexperienced opinion, that actress deserved an Academy Award.

  She watched, spellbound, as the woman screamed out in orgasm, trembling and shuddering while her partner thrust home again and again, finally shouting his own release.

  They collapsed in a heap on the carpet.

  Dear heavens. What would it be like to have sex that…that…intense?

  Unthinkingly, she turned her head and looked at Jack.

  He stared back at her, eyelids heavy and pupils darkly shadowed in the green of his eyes.

  Daphne’s heart lurched. Her body ached, her panties were soaked and she wanted one thing and one thing only. She blinked, and let this new awareness seep into her soul. She wanted.

  She wanted Jack like she’d never wanted anything in her life before.

  And he knew.

  *~~*~~*

  Jack groaned as Daphne flung herself on him and plastered her mouth to his. She was all fire and need in his arms and he couldn’t get enough.

  Her hands slipped to his shirt and she fumbled with the buttons, finally losing patience and ripping the last couple free. He gasped as her mouth traced a line from his throat down to his nipples and found one, tasting it and playing with it with enthusiasm.

  His own hands were busy sliding her soft shirt up and pulling it free of her arms, and she nearly fought him until she realized what he was doing, then she quickly whipped it off over her head. Her serviceable cotton bra was gone in two seconds flat, and with a mutual sigh of pleasure their skin touched.

  She was all softness and warmth, rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat.

  And her lips were everywhere. Just when she’d found one particular spot to explore, something else caught her attention and she moved, a hot, naked quicksilver woman writhing on top of him.

  His heart was pounding as he tried to keep up with her. His cock was about to explode through his pants and he was burning every bit as much as she was. But it was too quick.

  He wanted to savor this. To show her how good it could be, not shove himself into her and come in ten seconds flat. Well, okay, that was a lie. He did want to shove himself into her and it wouldn’t even take ten seconds for him to come either.

  There was something about her that lit a few fires Jack never knew still existed. Fires that seared his balls, stopped his heart in his throat somewhere and made him want to hold her so tight she’d be forever imprinted on his skin.

  Her hair tickled his nose and he fought a sneeze, the momentary distraction helping him drag his mind out of his cock.

  “Daph…baby…slow down.”

  It was a groan rather than the seductive whisper he’d intended, and for a moment he wasn’t sure she’d heard.

  But she had. She pulled back and gasped. “Oh my God. What am I doing? I’m…I’m…Oh God!”

  Jack wasn’t about to let her lose the moment. His hands slid up her waist and cupped her breasts. “You’re doing just fine. I want to touch you too.” He moved their bodies into a more comfortable position on the couch and lowered his head to her breast, finding the pebbled nipple and sucking it gently into his mouth.

  “You taste wonderful.”

  She sighed. “So do you.”

  Her hands smoothed across his shoulders as he bent his head to her breasts once again, and she arched her back encouragingly.

  Jack answered her invitation with every bit of skill he possessed.

  He suckled and licked and tongued her nipples, first one then the other, letting his hand take over when his mouth slicked free. She felt like spice and sweetness on his tongue, unique and delicate and…and…Daphne.

  He let his hand slip behind her as he rasped the edges of his teeth over the hard bud he was currently loving. Carefully he slid his palm beneath her pants and underwear, finding the smooth softness of her bottom. It filled his hand to perfection, and he gently squeezed.

  She moaned and her hips shifted beneath him.

  He damn near came in his jeans just from the brush of her pussy against the fabric stretched taut over the biggest hard-on he’d had in years.

  He pulled his face from her breasts and stretched out full length, half on top of her. As his hand went to the fastenings on her pants, he kissed her once more, deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and demanding she do the same.

  Within seconds what was left of her clothes tangled around her knees and she kicked herself free of them.

  He couldn’t wait.

  Still eating her mouth fiercely, his hand found her belly and moved lower - lower, slipping over her softness to the thatch of curls on her pussy.

  His fingers threaded through the hairs, seeking…searching…and finally finding - paradise.

  *~~*~~*

  Daphne’s heart thudded as she felt Jack’s fingers between her legs.

  Their breaths mingled, their tongues tangled and her body was on fire. Daphne the librarian had long since vanished, leaving Daphne the over-sexed wild woman in her place.

  And there was something digging into the wild woman’s hip. Something long and hard and she wanted to touch it, feel it against her, skin to skin.

  As Jack moved his hand around, sending shivers of electricity deep into her body, she reached for his fly and snapped it open.

  He growled into her mouth and wriggled his hips, helping her free him of the tight clothing. And then…there it was.

  His…his cock.

  Daringly, she curled her fingers around it, exploring the hot velvety feel of it, the solid muscle lying beneath the skin and the irregular ridges that marked it.

  “Daph…” He groaned as she tightened her grasp. “Daph…”

  “I’m sorry…” She pulled her head back slightly. “Am I hurting you?” She let go in concern

  “God no.” He pulled her hand back to him roughly. “Touch me, Daph. It…it feels…wonderful.”

  She took him into her hand again. “Yes, it does.”

  This was…amazing.

  Her thighs were parting at his touch, his cock lying hot and throbbing in her hand and she was stark naked beneath the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. And he wanted her with just about the same amount of need she was feeling.

  Then his fingers slid over a particular fold of flesh and she choked. “Oh my God…”

  He touched her, pressed her, pulled and tugged her skin in ways that made her eyeballs roll back in her head and her hips writhe against the sofa. He’d found her clit and played it like a maestro with a Stradivarius.

  A small part of her mind stood there, mouth agape, in amazement. Well darn. Eyeballs really did roll. Who k
new?

  She lost her focus completely, letting her instincts drive her. Her legs parted, slipping over his thigh, brushing herself against him, always moving, squirming, fighting to get the right part of him nearer the right part of her.

  “Oh Jesus, Daph…” His breath hissed between his teeth as her pussy slid slickly over his cock. “You’re so fucking hot…”

  Words caught in her throat as his body covered hers. She felt him move, reaching, tearing…grabbing something… “Whaa…”

  “Protection, sweetheart. Relax…”

  Protection. Ah, yes. Right. Safe sex and all that. The hell with safe sex. All she wanted was the sex. Thank God he had the presence of mind to remember, since she had no mind left at all, let alone any with presence in it.

  She only had one goal. To get him inside her.

  Now.

  Chapter Six

  Jack struggled with the condom as a bead of sweat rolled down his nose and dropped onto Daphne’s flesh. He was almost amazed it didn’t sizzle and pop when it landed.

  She was hotter than fire beneath him, and he fought with himself against the need to come. He, Jack Foster, aka “Big John Johnson”. The man who’d filmed men and women fucking in every position known to the human race and even invented a few, was reduced to hanging on to his own control by the skin of his teeth.

  One more slide of that silky skin against his and he was going to lose it all over his hands like a goddamned fucking teenager.

  Part of him was astounded that this librarian-turned-wanton-sex-fiend had all but pushed him over the edge of control.

  The rest of him wanted in. Now.

  His senses were swimming in a sea of her scent…fresh, clean and all Daphne. Her juices flooded his fingers and seared his cock as he rubbed the head against her clit, loving her panting breaths and the little throaty moans that she couldn’t hold back.

  She wasn’t holding anything back, Jack realized. Nothing was forced, nothing was faked…this was as real as it got.

  She wanted Jack Foster’s cock fucking her. That was all. And to Jack, it was everything.