Meg's Moment

by Amy Johnson

  “Two balls, two questions,” he said. She nodded and gulped. His face was nose to nose with hers and he looked like sweet sin. His eyes were the color of hot cocoa and they were staring clear through to her soul.

  “Shoot,” she said coolly.

  He grinned. “Do you know how fantastic you look tonight?” he asked his mouth beside her ear, his hot breath setting her on fire.

  “Um, I don’t know,” she whispered. “How bout you tell me.”

  “I would if I could find the words,” he murmured and ran his hand down her back starting at the nape of her neck and ending well below her bottom.

  “Next question.”

  “Can I kiss those delicious lush lips?” He brushed his lips lightly against hers, then pulled back waiting for her answer.

  “So this is like an interactive game, huh?” she asked and he nodded smiling. She answered his question by positioning both of her hands on his butt and licking his bottom lip. He responded hungrily and hoisted her up on the pool table to gain better access to her mouth. Just when the kiss was reaching levels that made her body shake and tremble he released her and retrieved her stick for her. “Your shot.”

  “Huh?” she asked dazed and a little frustrated. “Oh,” she grabbed her cue and took a shot. She missed. Jack chuckled and lined up his own shot. He sunk the four and cornered Megan against the paneled wall.

  “One question,” she told him.

  He pressed his body into hers and lowered his head close to hers, his eyes hot with sex and desire through silky long lashes. “Do you have any idea how crazy I am about you?” Before she could answer the question he had captured her mouth again. She wrapped her arms around him and he traced the curve of one breast with his hand, caressing softly and then more aggressively when he found her nipple. She forgot to breathe and leaned into him and he smiled against her lips and pushed back from the wall.

  Do you know how bad you’re driving me crazy? She thought.

  “Your shot,” he said again and she grunted and took the damn stick. She shot and big surprise she missed again. She looked up at Jack who was holding his stick, smiling as innocent as a choir boy, as if he hadn’t just made love to her mouth and assaulted her nipple. It was his fault she couldn’t sink a ball to save her life.

  “You give up yet?” he asked, thoroughly pleased with the state of frustration he had driven her to. She looked so damn cute with her swollen lips and flushed skin he almost wanted to sink the eight ball and take her on the green velvet of the table. Almost.

  “In your dreams,” she replied hotly as he lined up a shot.

  “Good to know,” he said sinking the five and the one.

  Megan winced and muttered, “Shit,” as he closed in on her. He separated her legs with his thigh and pressed an impressive erection into her belly.

  “I get two questions,” he said. “You ready?” She pressed her hand to the strained zipper of his jeans, closed her eyes and licked her lips. Jack closed his eyes and felt the air leave his lungs and couldn’t get the air back to his brain to formulate his questions. Megan massaged him and he braced his hands on the wall.

  “I’ve been ready Jack.” You blind idiot!

  “Huh?” he said too dizzy to think. She dropped her hand.

  “Two questions, Magnum. You wanna ask or do you forfeit?”

  “Oh, I’m asking.” He ran his tongue down her neck and slid a hand under her dress. “First question, am I making you hot?” She moved against his hand and he smiled obviously pleased with her answer. Just the feel of him touching her—anywhere or everywhere— drove her insane and he knew it. He was deliberately touching and teasing her skin in the gentlest way yet his kisses were hungry, full of lust and explosive. He was teetering on the edge of control and taking her with him.

  “Next question,” she purred. He slid his finger inside the elastic of her panties.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” she whispered just before he buried his head in her breasts and gently bit her nipple. The material of the dress was hardly any barrier and his hot wet tongue along with his magic hands were sending her out of control. She grabbed on to him for support and when she felt the first delicious wave of release coming he stopped and pulled away, grinning like the devil. He handed her her stick and opened his mouth to speak.

  “I know, I know, you evil bastard. My freaking shot!” She grabbed the stick, found the damn eight ball and shot. And missed. “Dammit!” she growled and decided enough of this. She stood directly behind him, thankful this section of the room was pretty closed in and private and shimmied her panties off. When she was done Jack was just lining up his shot and gloating. “One more ball and…,” he said.

  “You think you’ll make it,” she asked and he chuckled.

  “Positive, babe.” He brought back his cue and paused.

  “You’re pretty sure of yourself aren’t you, big guy?”

  “Absolutely.” He brought the cue forward at the same time Megan threw her black, silk thong panties on the table and he faltered causing the cue to tear the felt on the table. “Hey, that’s not fair,” he protested with little commitment.

  She chalked her cue. “All’s fair in love and war, babe,” she said before she lined up the twelve ball and sank it. Jack stood frozen leaning on the table staring at her panties. She walked up behind him, put her lips to his ear and said “I get one question. You ready?” He nodded. She positioned herself in front of him, pulled his body toward hers, ground her hips into him and said in a low husky voice, “You ready to get out of here?” Jack stood statue still for a moment, then reached around her for the eight ball, cupped it in his hand, sunk the damn thing in the pocket, then scooped her up, stuck her panties in his pocket and turned to exit the pool area just in time to see Ali, Josie, and Jon try to scramble out of sight. When they realized they’d been busted eavesdropping and watching, they stopped running and began clapping, unable to contain their smiles.

  “That was so romantic,” Ali said.

  “It’s about damn time,” Josie added.

  Jon handed Jack two rubbers he’d bought in the men’s room, “Take two of these, and don’t call me in the morning,” he said.

  ***

  Jack carried Megan to his Harley and plunked her down on the seat. He got on so quick he realized he’d left his helmet and keys inside.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said and nearly ran Ali over. She was standing just inside the door dangling his keys and helmet before him. “Thanks,” he said hurriedly and bolted back out the door. He sat down on the motorcycle and handed Megan the helmet.

  “My place or yours?” he asked, then said, “Never mind, mine’s closer and Granny isn’t there.” He cranked up the bike, Megan wrapped her arms around him and they were in his garage in less than ten minutes.

  He parked the bike and was about to get off when Megan stopped him. She climbed off the back of the bike and then climbed back on in front of him, straddling his thighs. Before he could say a word she had her mouth over his, teasing his tongue with hers while she went to work on the fly of his jeans. His arms found their way around her waist and he greedily grasped at her dress bunching the sleek material up around her hips. “Oh yeah,” he said when his hand finally found her sex; wet, swollen and waiting for him. He slid a finger in and Megan closed her eyes, allowing a desperate moan to escape from her throat. His mouth was sweet and his finger felt divine, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted him inside her immediately. He found a rhythm that was driving her insane, and she wrestled with his jeans and then his boxers to get his sex free. He offered no help as he had both hands occupied and he was savoring every touch, feel, and taste.

  Megan let out a disgusted grunt. “A little help here Jack?” she growled.

  “Uh uh,” he mumbled. “I’m busy.”

  Oh, no you don’t. No more teasing. “Jack, I want you now!”

  “Be patient, I’m enjoying the foreplay.”

  “We already did th
at at the bar.”

  “More is better.”

  She lifted herself up long enough to free him from underneath her and wrapped both hands around his rod, giving it a good hard yank. He opened his eyes and stared directly into hers which were electric blue flames. “Jack, have you ever seen the movie ‘The Fast and The Furious’?” He nodded confused. “Well right now it is time to get fast and get furious and do it in a hurry. I want you hard and fast inside me right now or I am going to scream.”

  “Damn right you’re gonna scream,” he countered.

  “You’re all talk,” she said breathlessly when actually she was on the verge of screaming from what he was doing to her with his hands. How in the hell can he be so patient? she wondered. Well to hell with that. She wasn’t going to wait another second. She grabbed the condom from his shirt pocket and ripped it open with her teeth while Jack was delivering slow sweet kisses to her breast. She rolled the condom down his length and grabbed Jack’s face in her hands, locked eyes with him and shouted. “Shut up and do…”

  He was inside her before she got her demand out. And, oh my God, he felt so good. He gripped her hips and began moving her up and down on him hard and fast and oh God, she felt like she was losing control. Hell she was losing control and it was fantastic and phenomenal because this was Jack and her body belonged to him now and she never wanted this moment to end and, oh my God, he was moving faster and filling her so completely she thought she was going to break in two. His mouth found hers with this unruly greed and lust and when she couldn’t take any more she screamed his name and began to shatter in his arms. He moved faster and harder and deeper and when she reached the peak of the awesome relief, he thrust in her one last time and he fell apart beneath her.

  They clung lifelessly to each other for what seemed like an eternity then Jack found his voice and said, “Told you I’d make you scream,” in a cocky sex filled drawl.

  “I faked it,” Megan replied coolly.

  Grinning, Jack said, “Liar.”

  “Guess you’ll have to try harder next time,” she said with mischief in her voice.

  “No time like the present,” Jack said getting off the motorcycle and helping Megan down.

  “Be careful. Don’t fall,” he told her noting the weakness in her knees.

  “I think I already fell,” she said which sent a sensation through Jack that made his own knees go weak.

  ***

  Jack’s house was a small but tidy bachelor’s pad with the usual male essentials; simple functional furniture, big screen T.V., a home entertainment center elaborate enough to make Radio Shack’s mouth water, and minimal décor. There was definitely not a woman’s touch in the place but everything about the house screamed Jack. Megan stood looking around, taking everything in, but obviously Jack had seen it all before and didn’t care to reminisce with his furnishings. He tugged her hand and pulled her into him, his hands everywhere.

  “Oh my God, you have fish!” she said with obvious excitement, spotting a large aquarium. He didn’t seem like a fish kind of guy. Spot would be so pleased.

  “Yeah, I got a bed too. Wanna see it?”

  “And I love that sculpture. Where’d you get it?”

  Jack nipped at her ear then trailed kisses down her neck. “Pier One. Same place I got my bed. Let me show it to you.”

  “Is that a gun?” she asked pointing to a dark shadowed object on his entertainment center. Did he need a gun in his line of work? Did people shoot at him?

  “Yep and if you don’t let me show you my bed soon, I may have to shoot myself with it.” She laughed and he let out a low masculine grunt and picked her up by her hips and shuffled her into his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot.

  “You have entirely too much clothing on,” he said sliding the only article of clothing she was wearing down her shoulders where it pooled at her feet. He left her only long enough to flip on the light and then he pushed her on the bed and lowered himself on top of her, balancing his weight on his elbows. He began allowing his hands to explore her pale smooth skin and she tensed. He stopped.

  “What’s wrong?” She flicked her eyes away from him.

  “I um, I’m uncomfortable with the light on.” She nervously licked her lips. “Can we turn it off?”

  “Why?” he muttered.

  “Because I probably look a lot better in the dark.”

  “What, are you crazy? You are sexy as hell.” He delivered sweet kisses to her belly. “In any light.”

  “No I’m not. I have chunky thighs, and…” she squeezed her love handles, “…and these. And that’s not to mention my lovely A cups.”

  He closed his eyes and sighed. How could she not see how beautiful she was? She was perfect, a feast for his eyes, he couldn’t take them off of her.

  “Megan,” he said sincerely, “You are by far the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He kissed the inside of first one thigh, then the other. “I love these,” he growled then moved on to her love handles, “and these,” then to her small but perfectly rounded breasts, “and especially these.”

  “You do?”

  He stroked her backside. “And your ass is world class, babe,” he kissed her forehead, “and you have the bluest bedroom eyes that make me melt.”

  “Really?” she asked breathlessly, his kind words and low urgent tone curling her toes. One look in those smoky brown eyes and her body was on fire.

  “Hell yes,” he said and he took her hand and held it to his crotch. “See? I’m already aching for you again, babe.” She seemed to be relaxing. “If you want the light off I’ll turn it off but I want you to know that I would be in heaven just laying here looking at you all night.”

  She almost cried. How could she not fall for him? “Oh Jack,” she whispered nestling herself in his strong capable arms. “That’s very sweet.”

  “It’s also very true.”

  She stroked his forearm and smiled. “There’s only one problem though.”

  “Oh?”

  “Now you are wearing entirely too much clothing,” she complained. She grasped the hem of his tee shirt and with his help yanked it over his head. Her gaze settled on his broad chest, covered in course spirals of black hair. His biceps were shaped to muscled perfection, from hard work instead of hours at the gym. She lowered her gaze down his abdomen to the inviting trail of dark, thick hair that led to promise and satisfaction and Jack hard and full insider her. Oh Yeah! Unable to resist she ran a finger along that trail, her touch so tender, so light, Jack’s skin prickled with sensation and he stilled her hand with his.

  “Megan,” he ground out, “let’s slow down. I don’t want another ‘Brace yourself’ replay from the garage.”

  “Did you hear me complain?” She looped her finger in the waistband of his jeans and took pleasure in the way his breath caught and his eyes slid closed. He stopped her and now held both of her hands. Oh damn!

  “Now what are you going to do?” he teased, transferring both of her hands to one of his in a firm grip giving his free hand the opportunity to explore her lush body.

  “I’m gonna lie here and let you make me scream,” she purred, her voice thick.

  “That a girl.”

  “Then I’m gonna make you scream.” Oh Mama! He liked the sound of that.

  His mind was racing and his hormones weren’t doing much better. He wanted to go slow and savor every inch, but he wanted to go so fast he was dizzy. It had been less than a half hour since the last time he’d had her and he was still so hungry he was about to burst. Fifteen years of want and need could do embarrassing things to a man’s stamina. He could’ve tried to silently recite the table of elements from chemistry if he’d actually paid attention to them. The only element he could even come up with right now was s-e-x and he was pretty sure that didn’t qualify. Chemistry would have been a lot more enjoyable if it had.

  “Jack,” Megan growled, her voice full of frustration. Good, at least he wasn’t the only one. He tightened his grasp
on her hands and lowered his body even closer to hers pinning her in place, his naked chest against hers, the sensation incredible.

  “What?”

  “I’m dying to get you out of those jeans.” She tried to wrestle her hands free.

  His hold held firm. “I’m dying to get out of them,” he said.

  “So what are you waiting for?” OK, it was a simple question right? Except he wasn’t sure why he was waiting either. In the living room he couldn’t wait to get her in his bed, naked and beneath him. Now he had exactly that and he was…hesitating?

  Maybe it was because he wasn’t sure this was real. Maybe it was some wicked dream that would dissipate before he got his pants off. He bent his head and caught Megan’s mouth. OK, it wasn’t a dream. She was kissing back with a fierce, hot passion that was turning his brain to mud.

  He broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes, the blue barely visible under the erotic curtain of her heavy lids and thick smoky lashes. Her lips were still parted, her skin flushed with arousal, her hair mussed from their previous session of lovemaking in the garage.

  It came to him. The reason he’d been holding back. True, he wanted to take her in every way imaginable; hard, fast, slow, in every position known to man. But he also wanted to tempt and tease, seduce and savor, bring her to the depths of orgasm she’d never experienced before until she screamed his name loud enough to crumble the drywall and rattle the windows. He wanted to taste every smooth, seductive inch of her, inside and out. He wanted to feel her body spasm beneath him, around him, while he was inside her. He wanted to hold her, caress her, soothe her, thrust into her like there was no tomorrow. He wanted to love her. Not shag, screw, mount, tag, lay. No, he wanted to make love to her.

  He gave her a wicked grin that relayed everything he wanted to do to her. She licked her lips and parted her legs. His eyes crossed and his blood boiled. Slowly, he used his free hand to work his jeans down his hips and then kicked them off his legs. All that remained were his snug, white boxers. Grabbing the waistband he pulled them free and repeated the procedure of kicking out of them. His sex rested on her stomach, throbbing, stretching, twitching with need. Megan’s smile was a mix of anticipation, excitement, and desire.