Baby, Don't Lose My Number

by Karen Erickson

  “So, how was it?” Look at her newfound boldness. She couldn’t quite get over herself.

  “Fucking delicious,” he murmured, diving in for one more long lick.

  She quivered, afraid she might come yet again if he kept that up. Tugging on his soft hair, thankfully he understood her meaning and moved away from her. Crawled up her body so they were face to face, chest to chest, cock to pussy. His thick cock probed at her entrance, the tip of it eagerly wet and she spread her legs. Ready for him to come inside.

  “I need a condom,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut for the quickest moment before they opened again. As if it took every ounce of control within him to keep himself in check.

  “I, uh…don’t have any.” Shit, shit shit. Did this mean their sexy interlude was about to come to an end? No way.

  No way, no way. There were plenty of other creative ways to have fun.

  “Damn.” He shook his head, his expression strained. “I usually have a condom in my wallet, but since I’ve been obviously preoccupied with…other stuff, I don’t have one.”

  The disappointment on his face was clear. It radiated off the both of them in waves. He slumped in defeat by her side, his big hand resting on her stomach, fingers gently stroking. She reached for him, her fingers curling around his cock, and he gave a ragged groan.

  “We can do something else.” She stroked him, her fingers gliding up and down. Hard and soft, pulsating with life, she silently marveled. Her gaze dropped, and she watched in amazement as she continued to touch him, the dribble of pre-come dripping down the head of his cock. She caught it with her thumb, smeared it all around before she released him. Brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked it deep.

  Another ragged groan, this one ending on a growl and his hand slid farther down to cup her pussy. His palm ground against her, and she gasped.

  “What are you suggesting?” he asked though she knew he knew full well what she referred to.

  “Roll over onto your back,” she commanded, sitting up on her haunches.

  Jake did as she asked, lying flat on his back. His cock stood at attention, and she went to him, sliding on top of him so she straddled his hips, felt the urgent poke of his erection at her backside. Leaning in, she kissed him, their tongues dancing, stealing each other’s breath. His arms came around her like two steel bands, holding her close, one hand cupping her ass, the other tangled in her hair. It was possessive, almost brutal and it sent a thrill spiraling deep inside her.

  Had she ever been kissed like that before? Touched like that before? She didn’t think so.

  Tearing away from him, she slid down his body. Rained kisses along his heated flesh. His neck, his collarbone, his pecs. Across his ridged stomach, farther down, to the soft spot just above his groin. She felt him tremble beneath her lips, and it made her smile. He was looking forward to this as much as she was. Probably more so.

  But she wanted to tease him first.

  Adjusting herself so she lay between his legs, she feathered kisses first inside one hard thigh, then the other. He spread his legs wider, giving her better access but she knew what he really wanted. She pressed a chaste kiss to his balls, palmed them. Felt his entire body grow rigid with her touch.

  Goodness, this was fun.

  Finally, finally she touched him. Wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, lifted herself so she hovered over him. Her hair fell forward, creating a short veil around her and he brushed it away, tucking the wayward strands behind her ear. Eager to watch.

  Mia glanced up to find him indeed watching. His gaze intense, his expression taut. Casting him a wicked smile she dabbed at the tip of him with her tongue. Tasted the salty essence of him as it melted on her tongue.

  “Jesus,” he moaned, his fingers sliding into her hair and pressing downward. She took the hint and enveloped him in her mouth. Just the head of his cock though. Her tongue swirled and licked, bathing it just before she withdrew his erection from her mouth.

  “More,” he gasped, not ashamed to ask for what he really wanted.

  And she liked that. She liked him. Had no idea sex could be so base, so animalistic.

  At least, she had no idea sex could be like that for her.

  With past lovers it had always been almost…neat and tidy. She never quite understood overwhelming passion. She read about it in books, saw it on movies but thought it was exaggerated. Yes, she enjoyed sex and had been with men who were more than capable lovers. Or so she thought.

  Not a one of them had ever made her feel like this.

  Jake thought he was going to die from too much anticipation. Anticipation of Mia about to sink his cock deep into her mouth, anticipation for the explosive orgasm that was sure to follow. He sat on the very edge of pleasure, teetering back and forth as she teased him.

  How she teased him. He’d accused her of being a tease and look at her, proving him completely right.

  It was agonizing. It was wonderful. He didn’t know if he could take it any longer.

  Finally, finally she sunk down, her mouth sliding down the length of him. Taking his cock almost completely into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. He shuddered. Closed his eyes. Gasped when her lips went tight, eyes flying open when she flicked her tongue.

  “Christ,” he muttered, tangling his fingers into her hair. Gently guiding her up and down his cock.

  She went willingly, moaning about him as she bobbed up and down. The vibration around his dick sent a tingle straight down his spine and he breathed deep. Trying his hardest to make it last.

  Jake was pretty sure he wouldn’t last much longer.

  He recalled the disappointment he’d felt at the realization there were no condoms available. That he wouldn’t be able to sink himself deep inside her body and fuck her senseless. But he couldn’t regret the lack of condoms any more. Not when he had her giving him the blowjob to end all blowjobs…

  Withdrawing his cock from her mouth, she gripped him tight in her fist, smiling up at him with glistening lips. “You like that?”

  “Hell, yeah.” He nodded furiously.

  Her smile grew, and he stroked her hair, let his fingers sift through the silky soft strands. She leaned into his palm for the briefest moment, her eyes sliding closed in bliss.

  And then she went back to work sucking on his cock. Sending him straight into oblivion with the lash of her tongue and the pull of her mouth.

  “Come for me,” she murmured around him and he did. Gave a little grunt as the semen pulsed from his cock and into her mouth. She drank from him, licked up every last drop. Ran her tongue up and down the length of him until finally he collapsed into the mattress in an exhausted heap.

  He squeezed his eyes shut, kind of embarrassed at how fast it happened but not really. She’d come fast too.

  Twice.

  A little smile curved his lips and she moved back up him, her lips again blazing a trail upon his skin. Soft and wet, with her tongue occasionally darting out and giving him a lick, he shivered at the sensation.

  “Thank you,” he murmured, eyes flashing open as her face appeared in front of his. They kissed gently, sweetly. Again and again until it grew heated and her body became restless against his.

  “Settle down, babe,” he urged, smoothing a hand down her back. “I need to rest first.”

  “Did I wear you out?” She sounded amused, the little vixen.

  “Yeah.” There was no need to lie. She did wear him out. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be raring to go if she just gave him a few.

  “Well then, maybe it’s my turn again.” She straddled his leg, her wet pussy dragging against his thigh as she rode him. “I bet I could come just doing this.”

  He bet she could too. The woman was a firecracker. It didn’t take much to get her off. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

  Heat flashed in her eyes and she ground herself against him, a little whimper sounding. “Your thigh is so hard.”

  “That’s it, babe.
” He tensed the muscle of his leg. Watched her as she tipped her head back and rubbed his leg with abandon. Jesus, this was like his every teenage memory coming back to him. He’d done the rub and grind trick with more than a few high school girlfriends, getting off together when they were too afraid to actually do the deed.

  “God.” She gulped. Lifted her head so their gazes met, and he marveled at the sight of her. Disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her breasts swaying with her every move. He felt the wet slide of her pussy move against his skin and he reached out. Touched her gently between her legs.

  Mia cried out at the first brush of his fingers. “More,” she gasped.

  Jake flicked her clit, circled it, pinched it between two fingers. Still she thrust against him, her breathing rapid, little, excited pants and he continued to touch her. Continued to watch her.

  Completely and utterly fascinated.

  She came with a loud cry, her entire body tense as she held herself against him. He swore he felt a fresh gush of wetness against his thigh, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air as she writhed atop his leg, and his cock roused to attention.

  “Wow,” she finally said when she came back down to earth. Though her eyes were still hazy, the satisfied smile on her face thrilled him. “I have never, ever come three times so close like that.”

  Pride made his chest puff out. “Really?”

  She nodded and leaned into him, brushing a damp kiss across his lips. “Really.”

  “Give me five minutes and I’ll make it happen again. It’ll be worth the wait,” he said.

  “Ooh, you promise?” She batted her eyelashes and slid down his thigh once again.

  The sensation of her wet pussy on his leg nearly made his eyes cross. His cock went as hard as steel. “I will not let you down. Trust me.”

  “I do trust you.”

  Their gazes met, locked, the moment suddenly intense. As if she really did trust him. As if they were in some sort of real and permanent relationship.

  He wanted it. She was everything he didn’t know he was looking for. Sounded crazy, he barely knew her but he just felt it deep in his bones.

  As if it was almost…

  Fated. He’d found her phone and ended up finding the woman of his dreams.

  But would she agree? Or think he was crazy? He felt pretty damn crazy. Emotions swirled inside him, filled his head, his heart full to bursting.

  Jake ignored the urge to say something heartfelt and sentimental so he squeezed her close. Gave her pert ass a little smack that made her cry out. As if she liked it.

  “Let me rest just for a minute, babe,” he said, pulling her close. Letting her continue to ride his leg. “And then I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”

  Chapter Six

  “She’s blushing. She doesn’t want to talk about her weekend with Mister Cell Phone,” Morgan teased.

  Mia shook her head, her cheeks so hot she was afraid they might go up in flames. “I’m not one to divulge details.”

  “Which means the details are outrageously juicy.” Morgan rubbed her hands together gleefully. “Whenever you’re ready to spill we’re here to listen.”

  “Stop it, Morgan. Can’t you see you’re embarrassing her?” Jenna reached across the restaurant table and patted the top of Mia’s hand. “Ignore her. She doesn’t understand.”

  “Ouch. Just because I’m surrounded by the two of you so long gone in lust doesn’t mean I don’t understand.” Morgan took a sip of her diet Coke with enough force to slurp up the entire glass.

  Mia bit her lower lip. She didn’t mean to make her friend mad. Of course, she wasn’t the one who made the remark but she knew Jenna didn’t mean anything by it either.

  “Sorry, honey,” Jenna said, her expression full of remorse. “I didn’t mean to…”

  “Oh, ignore me.” Morgan waved her hand around with a frown. “I’m being a bitch, sorry. I’m just jealous.”

  Mia would be jealous of herself too. She’d been giddy and walking on air for the last three days. So busy with work she hadn’t been able to get away from her desk to meet the girls for lunch. After work she spent all of her time with Jake.

  And was having the time of her life too.

  They’d finally coerced her into going out to lunch. Larry was away at a business meeting for most of the day so she was freer. A relative term since he loved to constantly harass her via text message or email.

  Jake threatened to toss her cell phone more than once. He acted as if he was joking, but she had a feeling he was dead serious.

  And for once, the idea appealed. The thought of being free of Larry’s constant barrage of terse commands sounded blissful.

  But again, she needed it. She couldn’t give up her job. She’d checked online to see if there was anything available in their city but nothing great. And certainly nothing that paid as well as this.

  She was stuck.

  “So, this guy…Jake. You really like him?” Jenna asked, interrupting Mia’s thoughts.

  “I do.” Mia didn’t even hesitate. She did really like Jake. A lot. More than she wanted to admit. They were so intense, her feelings for him. He was all she thought about. The moment she saw him after work, it was as if she could forget all her troubles. All she wanted was him. She didn’t care about food or sleep. Watching TV or reading a book. She just wanted to spend time with him. In bed, out of bed, it didn’t matter.

  “He’s nice? Has a good job? Is good in bed?” Morgan ticked off the questions as if she read them from a list.

  “Yes, yes and yes,” Mia answered with a smile, taking a sip from her drink. They were at a sandwich shop not too far from work, in walking distance and the place was packed with the usual lunchtime crowd.

  “We’ll have to all go out sometime,” Jenna said, casting a worried glance in Morgan’s direction. She’d blundered again though Morgan didn’t really notice.

  “I can’t believe you’re ditching your nighttime work schedule to hang out with a guy,” Morgan mused with a slight shake of her head. “He really must be something to tear you away from Larry.”

  “Larry met him.” Mia took a bite of her sandwich, amused at the expressions of disbelief of her friends’ faces.

  “When?” Morgan asked incredulously.

  Mia shrugged, going for casual. What she was about to admit would probably look stupid but they were her friends. Hopefully they wouldn’t judge. “At his house on Sunday. He was hosting a barbecue and invited me to come. I’ve, uh, been avoiding those types of situations because out of the office he makes me uncomfortable. And so I invented a—fake boyfriend to keep me otherwise occupied on the weekends.”

  Both Morgan’s and Jenna’s mouths dropped open. “Are you serious?” Jenna squeaked.

  Mia shrugged, feeling foolish. She set her sandwich down on the paper wrapper. “He can be kind of creepy. He invited me to his house once before for one of those afternoon party things. I was practically the only guest. His wife treated me awful. Larry acted as if he wanted to get me alone, and I don’t mean to discuss business. I finally escaped. Never went back until a few days ago. With Jake on my arm.”

  “How did it go?”

  “It was still weird. But at least I had Jake with me.”

  Morgan slowly shook her head. “I can’t believe you never told us this. You need to report him.”

  “Report Larry? Yeah, right.” Mia didn’t feel very hungry anymore. All the talk of Larry zapped her appetite.

  “Seriously, what a creep. He can’t get away with this. No wonder he can’t keep an assistant to save his life.” Morgan waved a finger at her. “You need to tell someone and soon. What if he does something inappropriate? Attacks you? You need to put a stop to it.”

  “Who’s going to believe me? It’s my word against his. And he’s never actually done anything overtly creepy. He’s never touched me inappropriately.” Well, not really. “He just gives off a bad vibe.”

  “Well, that bad vibe is going to grab your ass one
day and then what will happen? Please report his ass and quick.”

  “You really should,” Jenna added, concern glowing in her eyes. “It’s not right. I’m sure he’s done this before. Like Morgan said, he’s never been able to keep an assistant as long as you. I bet he’s just biding his time until he does something bad.”

  Mia sighed. She should’ve never told them. She could handle this on her own. In fact, she was determined more than ever to find another job. It was true. Larry had never actually touched her in a rude manner. Yes, his hand lingered on her arm or around her shoulder just a touch too long but nothing wildly vulgar. He joked and made sexual references but nothing too overt. She could handle it.

  But not for much longer. Who needed that sort of misery? She was the happiest she’d ever been. She had good friends and Jake. The only downfall was her job. So she needed to make a change.

  She vowed to do it by month’s end.

  “Jake, I want you to come back and work for me.”

  Jake stared at his father from across the kitchen table. “I don’t know, Dad…”

  “Don’t give me that I don’t know crap. It’s time for you to stop sitting on your ass and start work again,” Don Miller said in his usual gruff manner.

  With a sigh Jake rubbed at the back of his neck. He knew this conversation was coming. He just didn’t figure it would be here so soon. “I appreciate the offer, but I think I’m going to wait it out a bit longer.”

  “What, sit on your ass and collect disability for the rest of your days? That’s no life, son.”

  Anger simmered in his veins as he sat up in his char. He’d come over to his parents because his mother offered lunch. He didn’t think he’d get a shitty speech. “I don’t plan on sitting on my ass and collecting disability for the rest of my life. I broke my freakin’ back. I had a huge beam drop on me and nearly kill me only a few months ago. I don’t think I’m quite ready to go back to work.”

  His father’s gaze softened just a fraction. “I feel like you’re just sitting idle. You need to be working. Hell, I need you there, son. I miss you. We all miss you.”