by Lacey Black
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply as I step out of my room and into the hallway.
“You ready? I’ve been starving for those steak enchiladas since you mentioned them earlier,” Jase says as we head towards my front door.
It’s early May and the nights still have coolness to them. The trees are returning to their lush, green state and the birds are singing again. We step outside and head towards Jase’s rental parked behind my car in the driveway. Once we’re both belted inside the car, Jase drives us to El Toro on Main Street.
I love this place. The walls are bright and the décor is authentic. The Mexican flag hangs on one wall as do several pictures taken in Mexico by the owner on one of his early trips back to his home country.
“This place is great,” Jase says as he sits in his chair opposite me.
“I love it here. The food is amazing,” I say before I take a sip of the water our waiter just set in front of us.
I notice a few of the other patrons glance in our direction, but no one seems to make a big deal about the man in front of me. After we both order the steak enchiladas, refried beans, and Spanish rice, we fall back into that same comfortable talk we’ve had since I met him a month ago.
“So, can I ask you something?” I ask.
“Absolutely,” Jase says before taking a bite of the homemade chips and salsa.
“Well, I might have read up on you recently, and I wanted to ask you about something I read,” I say as casually as possible.
Jase raises his eyebrow as he waits for me to ask.
“In one interview, they asked you why you never write love ballads. You didn’t really answer the question so I was wondering why.”
He sits there for a few moments and takes a drink from his beer. I start to think he’s not going to answer my question when he finally does. “I guess I’ve just always felt that if I was going to write a love ballad, I should be in love to do it. Or at least have been in love to understand it, you know?” he says without looking up from the chips and salsa.
“You’ve never been in love?” I ask, finding it very hard to believe.
“Have you?” he asks, his beautiful green eyes finding mine for the first time since we began this conversation.
“Yes,” I tell him. “It was young love, but love no less.”
Jase’s face takes on a fierce and slightly pained look as he grips the edge of the table. He stares at me for several minutes before finally leaning in and saying, “The thought of another man being before me makes me want to rip this table apart.”
I’m stunned silent by his words. I continue to stare at him as the sheer honesty of his words seep into my brain. The thought of a man - any man - having this kind of caveman type of reaction to me is thrilling.
The waiter delivers our food right about that time which is a godsend because I seriously couldn’t figure out how to respond to what he said.
Jase takes a bite of his dinner before he continues, “So, to answer your question, no, I have never written my own love ballad. The few Bent has recorded were written by other members of the band or we purchased them. Someday, I hope to change that and finally write my own song,” he says with serious, soul-deep searching eyes.
“I hope you’re able to write your own someday, too,” I finally say.
The rest of dinner is pleasant. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard during a first date, even though Jase and I have known each other for several weeks. Technically, it’s still our first date. I also don’t believe I’ve ever felt comfortable enough to truly be myself on a first date. I can’t help my sarcastic side that presents itself when I’m with Jase, and fortunately, I don’t think it bothers him too much. In fact, it seems like it turns him on more when I’m sassy.
The air in the car on the ride back to my house is electrically charged. The need and want is evident in his eyes as he continues to glance at me while he drives us back to my condo. Jase continues to stroke my knuckles as our linked fingers lie on his leg. It’s comfortable. Exciting.
When we pull into the shared driveway of my condo, Jase parks behind my car. He shuts off the ignition and turns to face me. His green eyes seem to be more intense, glowing as they are illuminated by the only light coming from the streetlight outside.
Jase slowly brings my hand up to his lips. His lush, full lips continue to work over my knuckles just as his fingertip had. My breathing is shallow as I watch him caress my skin. I want those lips on mine more than I want anything right now. I long to feel those lips on other parts of my suddenly very hot body.
The air is sucked out of the car like some sort of vacuum as Jase slowly leans in. I lick my lips without even realizing it until Jase’s eyes flair with need as they train on my lips and my tongue.
This kiss is as electric as it was earlier. The only difference is now, we don’t have to stop. Now, we can go inside and see what comes after the kiss. And, God, do I want to see what comes after the kiss.
After several minutes of tasting my lips, Jase pulls away and exits the car. I see him adjust himself as he comes around to help open my car door. It’s a heady feeling to know exactly what kind of reaction I give him.
Without saying a word, Jase leads me towards the front door. My hands have a slight tremor to them as I insert the key into the lock and give it a turn. Jase reaches over and turns me so that I’m facing him. His hands run from my jaw up and into my hair. His mouth descends on my jaw as he runs open mouthed kisses up the same path as one of his hands. His mouth lingers for several moments on my earlobe causing me to go weak in the knees.
As I start to sag against him, Jase pulls me hard against his body. His body is a-freaking-mazing. Seriously! I will never tease Avery again about her drop dead gorgeous husband because if I never get to see another man as perfect as Jase again, I would still die a happy girl. Jase is perfection.
His lips are firm and he tastes delicious. He’s all spicy from dinner with a hint of the beer he consumed. But more than that, he’s hot as he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. He makes me feel like there’s never been another kiss before this one.
“Come inside,” I whisper as Jase’s mouth nips at the skin behind my ear. Holy Shit!
Jase says nothing as he turns us both towards the open door and pulls me inside. Inside and towards my bedroom. Towards the moment I’ve been waiting for all night. Heck, all damn month. Maybe even my entire life.
Chapter Twelve
Jase
To say I’m nervous is an understatement. I’ve slept with supermodels, actresses, and debutants with too much money, but for some reason, the thought of finally getting naked with Holly has me shaking in my black boots.
I stare straight into her beautiful face. Her eyes are dilated and her breathing is still labored from the kiss. I don’t want to just rush her back to her bedroom, but I’m damn close to giving in to the craving. And that’s what she is. She’s a craving. She’s a drug. She’s my hit.
I touch the soft skin of her cheek, caressing it while I gaze into her eyes. “I want to take you to your room right now, Holly. I want to shut that door, lock us away from the world, and do all of the things I’ve been fantasizing about for a month. If that’s not what you want, tell me now. I’ll kiss you goodnight right here in the living room and go to sleep on the couch. I’ll get up in the morning and we can continue to get to know each other via phone and text. If you don’t want to take this to the next step, I’m okay with that. It won’t scare me away or make me run. I just -” I get cut off as Holly’s sweet lips press firmly against mine.
“I want to go to my bedroom. Right now. With you,” she whispers against my lips.
My blood flares to life as I scoop her up in my arms. She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I want this more than she’ll ever know.
In three strides, I’m rounding the corner and heading into Holly’s bedroom, her body tucked securely in my arms. I don’t stop until I’m lying her down on the bed. Her lips attack mi
ne before I have the chance to pull away.
She licks my lips as my hands dip under her black sweater. One touch of her stomach, the skin all soft and warm, has my blood boiling. My entire body is like a lit fuse, ready to blow. I savor the feel of her skin as I slowly make my way up to her tits. My fingers graze over lace as my mouth continues to consume her. I’m a man possessed.
A moan rips from Holly’s throat as my hand grips her lace-covered tit. My mouth waters at the prospect of tasting them. I tear my mouth away from hers and stare down at her. Her hair is fanned out on the top of her comforter and her eyes are dilated so that I can’t even tell their color. Her breathing is coming out in quick little pants.
I look down, squatting next to her on the bed. I focus all of my attention on the thin sliver of bare skin peeking out between her sweater and her jeans. I use both hands to slowly slide her sweater up until her marvelous chest is revealed. Holly is wearing a black lace bra and her nipples are strained against the tight, sexy material. My hands twitch and my cock jerks against my zipper.
I can’t fight it any longer. My mouth descends on her a fraction of a second later. Her nipples are hard little nubs as I suck them through the lace and into my mouth. Her moan is like music to my ears. The best kind of music.
Holly’s hands snake into my hair, holding me firmly against her heaving chest. Once I show plenty of attention to the first little pebble, I move on to the other. I squeeze and massage her tits as she withers underneath me. My cock is painfully hard, begging to be released from its denim prison.
Once I’ve showered her chest with plenty of attention, I slowly kiss down her stomach. She sucks in air as I tickle my way down to the button of her jeans. With a quick flick of my fingers, her jeans are unsnapped. I look up one more time to gauge her response as I get ready to remove her pants.
Her eyes are wild and lust filled. Her slightly open mouth is sucking in air like she hasn’t had a full breath in days. I see the trust in her eyes as I rake mine over her beautiful face.
I slowly unzip her jeans and start to remove them. Black lace peeks out at me as I slowly pull down her pants. Torture. That’s what this woman is doing to me, but it’s the best damn torture I’ve ever experienced.
When I finally get the jeans down past her thighs, the picture of Holly wearing black lace boy cut underwear greets me from the bed. The material is snug and wet at the apex of her legs. My mouth goes dry and my heart tries to do a fucking tap dance out of my chest.
Once I get the jeans the rest of the way off, followed by her socks, I return my attention to that little slip of wet material. I slide my hands up her smooth, soft thighs as I slowly separate them. The scent of her arousal assaults me. I’m a drowning man, and she’s my last gulp of air. I need her that much.
My hands find that black lace and slowly begin to stroke her through the material. Her moan is intense and fuels my already burning fire within. I can’t stop myself as I slide the material to the side, exposing her core for the first time. This moment is better than any fantasy I’ve ever had about her. This moment is real. This moment is forever.
I bend down and run my tongue along her seam. She shudders and gasps under my touch. I waste no time as I pull her legs up, bending them at the knees and position myself between them. As I continue to lick and suck at her core, her legs wrap around my neck. Talk about a fucking turn on. I could explode right now in my pants.
I use first one, then a second finger, and explore her. She’s warm and tight as I get to know her body. Her legs tighten around my neck as I bring my tongue back to the pulsing nub at her center. With a few hard flicks of my tongue as I continue to work her over with my fingers, she’s gasping for air and moaning her release. Her entire body is shaking, her insides gripping my fingers in the best way possible.
After her body lays limp and sated on the bedspread, I finally glance back up at her. Her eyes are closed and her lips hold a slight, happy smile. Her arms are extended over her head which causes my body to practically spasm with excitement. I’ve had so many fucking fantasies about tying her up like that.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her as I hover over her. Her scent and taste are on my mouth as I devour her lips in another fiery kiss. My hands are everywhere. Removing her sweater and bra. Running up and down the length of her torso. In her hair. Holly wraps her legs around my waist, and I wish at this moment I had already gotten rid of my clothes. The only thing standing between me and her is what I’m wearing.
I extract myself from her quickly and remove my clothes faster than a teenage boy in the back of his parent’s borrowed car. My cock is hard and pulsing as I drop my briefs to the ground. It springs free, begging for release. I look up and see Holly’s eyes wide with excitement. She takes in my large cock, my hard muscles, and my tattoos. She devours me with those sexy eyes and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to blow my wad.
I reach for my jeans and pull a Magnum condom out of my wallet. I make quick work at sheathing myself before I’m hovering back against Holly’s warm body. Her legs wrap around my waist again as if completely on their own. They feel so right there, like our bodies were made for each other.
I gaze deep into her eyes as I position myself at her entrance. Her mouth is open as she tries to suck in deep breaths of air. I slowly start to enter her. Sweet Jeezus in Heaven! Her body is tight as I feel her stretching to accommodate my girth. She feels so fucking amazing.
Her eyes are glued to mine as I slowly push in further. “Are you okay?” I whisper.
“Way more than okay,” she replies with the slight curve up of her mouth. That mouth.
I’m on her mouth a second later. She tastes like heaven when she gasps against my mouth as I fill her completely. I’m all the way in, balls deep, and it couldn’t be more perfect. My entire body is alive with crazy energy that I’ve never experienced before as I revel in the intimate connection we share.
Holly wiggles underneath me and my need to move takes over. I slowly pull out and push back in. She looks like a fucking goddess spread out underneath me. I run my hand from her side, up her chest, and to her neck. Holly moans as I stroke the soft skin of her neck. Her eyes keep fluttering closed as I slowly pick up the pace.
My need to take control is so great that I almost throw her hands above her head and ravish her body. Slow, Jase.
I decide to turn over. Grabbing Holly around the lower back, I flip us both over without breaking the sweet connection. Holly straddles me and sits up. Her body is smokin’ but the image of her sitting on top of me, riding me the way she is, is fucking killing me. Her perky tits make my mouth water as I watch, helplessly, while she takes me for a ride. Our eyes remain locked. The emotions I see cross her face are both exciting and terrifying.
Just when I think she’s about done being on top, I reach to grab for her, ready to flip her around again. But when she quickly spins around, that’s when I almost blow it. She straddles me, facing my feet, and slowly slides down on me – Reverse Cowgirl. I literally have to start thinking about the last Executives meeting we had with management just to keep from coming. The feel of her body grinding down on me as she faces my feet is exquisite. I don’t even realize at first that the moans filling the room are mine.
Just when I think I can’t hang on any longer, I sit up and help spin Holly around so she’s facing me again. She wraps her legs around me as I position my hands on her ass. I help her slide back down again. Her position as she sits on top of me makes her mouth is perfectly aligned for kissing. The kisses are urgent and hard as I continually move her up and down on my length. Holly wraps her arms firmly around my neck, riding me.
Just as I feel that familiar tightening at the base of my spine, I feel Holly begin to tighten around me. She drops down on me, grinding against me in the most delicious way. Her moans fill my ears and her body starts to shake against mine. I watch helpless as Holly sits back, staring deep into my eyes, and screws me into oblivion.
Her bod
y is so tight around mine that I can’t hold back my release. I give in, spilling myself into the confines of the condom and blowing my mind clear to kingdom come, as her pace slows until it eventually stops.
I wrap my arms firmly around her, pulling her flush against me. Our bodies mold together in a slick, sweaty way. Our breathing is both labored but it doesn’t stop me from seeking out her lips with my own.
The kiss is sweet and soft. We’re both spent, yet we both kiss like our lives depend on the touch of the other. I fucking love kissing her.
After several minutes, I lay back and pull her against me. Holly fits perfectly against me as I slide myself from her body causing us both to shiver at the instant loss. I absently stroke the hair at her forehead as we both start to drift. As much as I don’t want to move, I need to get rid of the used condom and get us both underneath the covers. So, I hop up and exit her room, walking across the hall into the bathroom.
I’m back a few moments later and stare at the beauty before me. Holly’s practically sleeping on the bed, beautifully naked and sated from our mind-blowing sex. My legs carry me quickly back to her bed. I tug the blankets back and move her so that she’s underneath them with me next to her a second later. I pull her body snug against mine, her back to my front, as we start to drift off.
I want to say something, but I don’t know what. The one thing I want to say would probably scare the shit out of her. Hell, it scares the shit out of me. I have feelings for this woman I’ve never experienced before – never dreamed could possibly exist so deep. I thought that maybe I’d been close to love once, but now that I know what love really feels like, before was nothing but a cheap knock-off imitation.
This? This is love.
It’s official.
At twenty-six years old, I have officially had the best damn sex of my life and fallen in love. Nothing will ever top this.
But, I’ll be damned if we don’t try to top it again in the early morning.
