I Love It: 10 Intense Stories to Keep the Passion Alive (Shameless Book Bundles 6)

by Saffron Daughter

If I was intelligent, he thought, I wouldn't have broken my damn rules.

  "And, you fuck like a world champion." She giggled. "Wait. I already said that."

  He stared at her seriously. "Right now, being here with you, I feel like I'm king of the world."

  She snuggled against him. "And I'm your queen."

  "You're my dark, delectable Nubian goddess. And I'm a slave to your beauty."

  She giggled again. "God, Jack, that sounded so corny."

  But he could tell she liked hearing it nonetheless.

  She sighed. "You know what your big problem is, Jack?"

  That I equate sex with love, he thought, knowing that it was probably happening again with her -- right here, right now -- and he realized how empty he would feel when this night was done because he knew, deep down, this probably wasn't about love for her.

  Jack sighed heavily. "What is it this time?"

  She rubbed her palm on his cheek. "You still need a shave."

  "Then I guess you'll have to do something about that, huh?"

  "Do you trust me?"

  "So far."

  Janice took him by the hand, and they went back into the house.

  "I need to pee," she said, leaving him in the kitchen. "Would you make me another drink?"

  "You bet."

  "And I'm hungry. You got anything to eat around here?"

  Jack took a quick mental inventory of what he had lying around that could be prepared fairly quickly.

  "Is a frozen pizza okay?"

  "As long as it's not cardboard. And I want to wash my clothes. Can you do a load of laundry?"

  "Jesus, you're high maintenance."

  "You're my slave, remember?"

  "Yeah, but laundry?"

  "I need something clean to wear home in the morning."

  Jack had known all along he was going to have to wash her clothes, but he couldn't resist teasing her. He grinned.

  "What makes you think you're going home in the morning?"

  She stared at him, hands on hips, breasts jiggling slightly. "I'd like to have something clean to wear, Jack, whenever you do take me home."

  "What're you going to do for me?"

  Her stare became pointed. "I promise not to cut your throat when I shave you."

  "You win," he said.

  He pulled the pizza from the freezer and turned on the oven while she went into the bathroom. She didn't close the door, just squatted on the toilet and did her business, loud and long. Jack went into the bedroom to get a few more things to add to the load.

  "I don't have any whites to wash with your bra," he called out.

  "I don't care. Just make sure there's nothing new that might run."

  "I haven't bought anything new in months."

  "I could tell."

  "Fuck off."

  "Maybe later. Right now, I'm hungry."

  He listened as she tore off some toilet paper and wiped herself, and then she appeared in the bedroom doorway. He stood up from the closet, turned around with an armful of dirty clothes, and found her regarding him speculatively.

  "Jack, for a guy who's not really hairy, you've got a goddamn jungle down there. You really ought to manscape."

  He shrugged. "I've never had any complaints." He eyed her narrowly. "You trying to ruin my self-confidence?"

  "Not at all, baby. Just stating a fact. A trim job would make you look neater, and your dick would look longer, too."

  "I'd be afraid of cutting it off."

  "It just takes practice."

  "And how many inches would I lose before I got the hang of it?"

  "Well, I'm shaving your face. I can do your pubes, too."

  He sighed. "Would that make you happy?"

  "I want my man to look sexy."

  He grinned. "Then I'd like it if you'd let your pubes grow a little thicker around your pussy."

  She grimaced. "Really?"

  He nodded. "I think a full bush is sexy. I want to make love with a woman, not a little girl."

  "I've never had any complaints."

  He continued to grin. "I rest my case."

  She gave him a dirty look, and his grin grew wider.

  *****

  It was hot in the house, especially with the oven going. Jack didn't have AC, but he did have a couple of fans. He put one in a window and the other on the floor, turned them on and got the air moving around. Janice stood in front of the former, lifted her breasts, and let the cool air blow up beneath them.

  "We sell air conditioners, Jack."

  "Sorry. Usually there's a breeze out here." He looked at her and smiled crookedly. "I don't have cable TV, either."

  "You don't need it. You got enough movies and CD's to start a rental place."

  "I've got Tab Benoit," he said, pulling down a disc.

  She brightened. "Cool. We didn't get to hear him tonight."

  He fired up the amp and the TV popped on. Janice stared at him, a crooked smile on her face. Jack blushed.

  "Really, Jack? Monster's Ball? You like jacking off to Halle Berry?"

  "When I'm jacking off watching this, I'm thinking about you."

  "Well, you don't have to do it anymore. How do you turn this thing off?"

  "I got it."

  He turned off the television and inserted the CD into the player. Blues poured out of seven different speakers, filling the room. The subwoofer thumped, rattling the windows.

  "That sounds awesome, Jack," she exclaimed, standing behind him.

  He quickly turned down the volume and grinned up at her. "I have to watch how loud I play it sometimes -- this sucker can shake the whole house. My uncle's complained a couple of times."

  "This is loud enough."

  She followed him into the kitchen. When she saw the pizza box on the counter, she nodded in approval.

  "Digiorno's. You have good taste in frozen pizza, Jack."

  "I don't like eating cardboard, either. Is pepperoni okay?"

  Janice slipped her arms around him from behind. "I sure like yours."

  He leaned back against her momentarily, enjoying the feeling of her breasts and nipples on his bare back and the tuft of hair scratching his butt. She continued to hold him as he doctored the pizza with extra meat.

  "I wish I had something real thawed that I could cook for you. I could show off my culinary prowess."

  "Don't worry, baby. You're going to get a chance to prove yourself real soon."

  He put the pizza in the oven and looked at her. "We've got thirty minutes."

  "Good. I've got time to shave you. We'll also need a pair of scissors."

  "In the bathroom."

  Like any woman he had known, Janice was good with a razor. She was confident and gentle as she lathered his face and pulled the blade through his bristles, smiling and looking into his eyes as she did so. He smiled back, enjoying her attentions. She took particular care beneath his chin and on his neck, and he was glad of that -- both areas were sensitive and easily cut. She finished, washed his face with a wet, warm cloth, and then rubbed her cheek against his.

  "Satisfied?"

  "Absolutely." She picked up the scissors. "You should probably lay down for this. I wouldn't want that gorgeous cock getting in the way."

  Jack squirmed.

  "What's the matter?" she asked, snapping the scissors in his face and grinning wickedly. "Don't trust me?"

  "Hell, I don't trust myself."

  "It'll be all right," she said, kissing him. "I promise."

  She took the wet washcloth, and the damp towel, and led him into the bedroom. He lay down, and she climbed in beside him. She bounced tentatively, testing the firmness of the mattress.

  "This should do quite nicely," she said, staring at him.

  He grinned. "Never had any complaints."

  "Bastard."

  Janice spread Jack's legs and pushed his penis aside. Again, her touch was gentle, but confident. Jack felt the scissors tugging his hair and sucked in his breath.

  "Scaredy-cat," s
he whispered.

  Jack slowly relaxed. It was impossible not to. Her gentle administrations were too soothing and comforting. He stared at the ceiling, and then closed his eyes. She snipped and wiped, wiped and snipped. His cock stirred languidly.

  "None of that just yet," Janice said softly. "It'll get in the way. Too bad you don't have clippers."

  "I wouldn't let you use them on my junk even if I did."

  "I wouldn't use them on your junk, Jack."

  The buzzer went off in the kitchen.

  "Are you almost done?"

  "Yes."

  Janice wiped him off, folded up the towel and washcloth, and threw them on the pile in front of the washer. He got up and stared at himself in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the bedroom door. He did look differently with just dark stubble on his groin. Janice came up behind him and slipped her arms around him, rubbing his crotch and purring with satisfaction.

  "Now, that's what I'm talking about," she said, kissing his neck.

  "You were right."

  His cock stiffened slightly again.

  "Not yet, Jack," she said. "The pizza's ready."

  She headed for the kitchen while he fired up the washer.

  *****

  Jack hadn't realized just how hungry he really was until he smelled the pizza. He cut it up, and they wolfed down the slices standing at the kitchen counter. Eating it that way was messy. They couldn't stop smiling at each other as toppings slid off the crust and dripped through their fingers. A chunk of hot cheese stuck to the roof of Jack's mouth and he yelled, spitting it out on the counter top. Janice licked a blob of tomato sauce from the corner of his mouth. When a chunk of pepperoni landed on her left breast, and he leaned forward and inhaled the meat, and her nipple, into his mouth.

  The song on the surround changed. I've Been Lovin' You Too Long drifted through the house. She stared at him in disbelief.

  "Otis Redding?" she said in surprise.

  "My mom was a big fan. I remember she cried when he was killed in that plane crash." He looked over his shoulder as he washed his hands in the sink. "Anyway, this is still Tab. I thought it was Otis, too, when I first heard this cover." He grabbed her arm. "C'mon."

  "My hands are greasy."

  "Would you quit worrying about everything?"

  He led her into the middle of the living room. She stared into his eyes as he took her hands in his. He watched the expression on her face change as he sucked each finger into his mouth and licked the grease and tomato sauce off her skin in time with the music. She didn't say anything, but when he was finished, she was trembling noticeably.

  "Jesus, Jack," she whispered, looking at him.

  "I know," he whispered back. He was trembling, too and breathing hard. The warmth and intimacy he was experiencing was almost too much for him to bear.

  They enfolded each other with their arms and pressed their naked bodies close. She laid her head on his shoulder and he felt her warm breath on his neck. They swayed together slowly and comfortably. Her breasts were full and heavy against his chest and her pelvis rubbed gently against his own. Her hands stroked his shoulders and he felt her lips fasten on his collarbone. His fingers rubbed the back of her neck and her long black hair caressed the backs of his hands.

  "Baby," he said softly, and she moaned.

  He tilted her head back and kissed her, the music flowing over him. She returned it, her tongue finding his, the kiss gaining intensity, her body breaking out in goose bumps and her nipples hardening against his chest. Grunting, Jack abruptly swept her off her feet, Janice gasping in delighted surprise, and he carried her into the bedroom.

  Sweat dripped off his brow as he laid her facedown on the bed. Janice attempted to roll over, but Jack held her down gently.

  "Trust me," he whispered.

  "Yes," she breathed.

  Janice became passive. Her luscious round bottom stared up at him, and he wanted to kiss it, but controlled himself. He spread her legs slightly and her pussy winked at him from between her thighs. He began gently massaging her feet, and she purred with contentment. He started with her toes, fingers working each digit softly, and then he progressed to her arches and then her heels. He bent one leg upward at the knee, hands slowly stroking her calf, and sucked her big toe into his mouth. She remained silent, but he felt her shiver nonetheless. When he switched to the other leg, she began moaning softly. By the time he was finished, her soft moans had increased, and Jack was dizzy with exhilaration.

  "Oh, God," she whispered. "You make me feel so good."

  He moved forward and straddled the backs of her thighs. Her skin was warm and soft. She was breathing hard, and so was he. It was hot in the bedroom and sweat glistened wetly on their flesh. He massaged the backs of her thighs, moving inward toward her center and then withdrawing, teasing her. She was wet with excitement. Jack was excited, too -- the Cialis had forged his penis into a blood-filled, molten iron bar. It throbbed mightily between his legs as he massaged her bottom, squeezing and kneading her curves, his hands sliding slickly through her perspiration.

  "Oh," she whispered, rubbing her pelvis against the sheets. "Oh, white boy."

  He bent over and kissed her firm, quivering bottom, sucking in a great mouthful of soft, supple flesh. Goose bumps erupted on her skin and on his as he sucked and fondled and grasped. A dark, musky smell suddenly invaded his nostrils, and overcome, he pressed his face against her crack and licked between her cheeks. His nose and tongue probed her anus, delving deeply inside the rim.

  "God-damn!" she hissed, raising up slightly and pushing back at him.

  Jack grasped her cheeks, spread them wide, and tongued her flexing rectum. She shuddered and quaked and cried out, rubbing her bottom against his face. He slobbered into her asshole and sucked on it as she twisted and writhed. He inhaled her dank, naked, animal stink, and was overcome again.

  "Don't stop, fucker," she breathed. "I'm cumming."

  He slid a finger into her sopping wet cunt, found her clit, and she climaxed with a deep, brutish grunt, her butt cheeks shuddering violently against his lips.

  Jack sat up abruptly and slid forward, straddling her hips and pressing his erection into the cleft of her bottom as his hands slowly slid up her back, stroking and grasping and holding her down. Grunting with pleasure, he rubbed his erection back and forth in her crack, and she cried out, flexing her cheeks and squeezing him rhythmically. For one brief moment, as he kneaded her shoulders and heard her groan, Jack thought about lifting her hips and taking her pussy from behind. Again, he managed to control himself. Sweat dripped off his face, landing on her back.

  "JesusfuckingChrist," she gasped, writhing.

  Sucking in his breath, Jack rolled her over, remaining on his knees between her spread legs, while Janice stared up at him expectantly, her breath coming in short, hard gasps. Her dark eyes were wide and shining with anticipation and excitement. Her cunt had split open invitingly, the purplish lips swollen with blood and glistening with juice. Jack's cock throbbed against his lower belly, his big red knob swollen and glistening. With a desperate moan, she reached for it, but he pushed her hand away. He lifted one of her legs, placing her foot on his shoulder, and stroked her, moving slowly and carefully, paying particular attention to the back of her knee.

  "Just fuck me, Jack," she begged. "I need your cock."

  Jack didn't reply, too caught up in the moment. Wetness dribbled from her slit as he slid his hands slowly down her leg to her inner thigh, marveling over the supple softness of the flesh. He was panting when he entangled his fingers in her greasy, juice-smeared tuft, gently pinching and pulling the coarse black hair until she was squirming beneath him. He grazed her labia with his forefinger, and she cried out, humping the air frantically. Smiling, he went to work on the other leg in the same slow, careful manner, taking his time and enjoying every moment.

  "Oh, you honky motherfucker!" she snarled, the sheets below her quivering bottom now soaking wet.

  Jack
used his mouth. He kissed and sucked and tongued his way down her leg to her inner thigh, tasting sweat and salt and perfume. Her legs jerked and her head rolled back and forth. He paused when he reached her pussy, marveling over how beautiful it looked and how good it smelled. Her purplish lips puckered outward with an intense, impassioned need; her cunt flexed involuntarily, squirting his face.

  Jack licked her innermost thighs, tasting musk and wetness and heat. Her lips were swollen so thickly and pulsating so vividly her cunt looked like an open maw trying to consume him. She was now squirming violently, and it took all his strength to hold her in place. Her clit was exposed wondrously to his excited gaze, a small dark nub begging to be sucked, and Jack heard himself panting as he leaned forward and flicked his tongue across it.

  Janice shrieked.

  Jack fastened his mouth on her mound and sucked, dragging his tongue deeply through her oozing slit, grunting and smacking joyously. Janice cried out, pelvis undulating. Her hands went to his head and held him there, smearing his face. He slid a finger gently into her anus and she sucked in her breath; his teeth fastened on her clitty and she exploded again with a desperate, drawn-out wail of pain and release.

  "Stop," she begged, writhing on the bed beneath him. "Oh, God, no more."

  She tried to pull away, but he grasped her hips and rolled her over so that she was sitting on his face, thighs on either side of his head as his hands gripped her hips and he firmly held her in place; he pushed his nose and tongue deeply inside her mound and devoured her. He inserted his forefinger, instinctively found her sweet spot, and a shrill, agonized scream abruptly burst forth from her throat as she climaxed a third time, flooding his greedy mouth and drenching his cheeks.

  "No more, no more, no more!" she cried, sobbing and violently jerking his arms from her hips. "I believe you, I believe you!"

  She toppled off of him, weeping.

  Jack lay on his back, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling, the burning desire in his groin almost unbearable. He felt her beside him, her body trembling and shaking, listening as she inhaled short, hard, labored gasping breaths that were intermingled with little grunts of relief. Jack closed his eyes and saw glistening stars of redness burst inside a spinning, whirling blackness. And then he felt her long, lean body drape across his, and he opened his eyes. She was staring at him exhaustedly. Her face was sweat-soaked and her long, black hair was in strings. She kissed him and smiled weakly. There were tears on her cheeks.