Eight Seconds (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Hennessee Andrews

  “Did I tell you how sexy you are when you’re mad?” J.C. asked as he followed her up the stairs.

  Danielle said nothing but growled as she neared the top step. She’d made the turn to the right to head down the hall when J.C. grabbed her arm. She whirled around to face him. He took her by the waist and planted his lips firmly to hers. She whimpered at the shock and surprise of the moment. His lips parted as he angled his head to kiss her deeper. Danielle moaned lightly and allowed him entrance.

  Their tongues found rhythm together. Each long sweep of his tongue against hers sent a wave of excitement pouring through her. Danielle returned a hungry desire as she darted her tongue inside his mouth and lapped up his tongue in return. Their lips moved with an erratic but fluid motion.

  J.C. pulled her hips tighter against his own. She moaned in surprise feeling how turned on he was as well. God, she wanted him now, here. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck as his hands swept up her waist and along her breasts. He reached around and grabbed her arms, prying them from his neck then pinned them above her head against the wall.

  He kissed her neck as he breathed heavily. Her breaths came out quickly as she panted. J.C. smiled as he brushed his lips lightly against hers and nipped at her bottom lip. Danielle moaned and closed her eyes. Breathe, damn it, breathe. Her chest heaved, a long breath followed by shorter, hungrier intakes.

  “If I haven’t made myself clear, I want you,” J.C. stated calmly with as much control as he could muster. “I know I’m a bastard, a womanizing piece of shit, but I promise you, you won’t regret what I’ll do to you.” He continued to tease her lips with his own.

  Danielle opened her eyes with her heart thundering in her chest. She could form no words, although she tried. Blood rushed to every extremity. Her panties became soaked and slick in her anticipation.

  “I’m sorry for the water balloon, but I had to get you alone. I had to tell you what I feel when I’m with you.” J.C. smiled and kissed her lightly. “I have no control left, no willpower,”

  He flicked his tongue over her lip. “I want you to yearn for my touch, beg for it,” he continued and gently kissed her swollen lips.

  “I...ya..yearn for...” Danielle breathed heavily with her eyes closed and her mind swimming. She was feeling faint, dizzy.

  “You do?” he whispered and kissed along her jaw bone softly. “Where would you have me touch you?” His fingers slid down her neck, along her collarbone, and onto the exposed portion of her breast. “Here?” He swirled his finger around her erect nipple.

  “Yesss,” Danielle hissed.

  His fingers continued to travel down her body over her ribs and abdomen. “Or here?” His fingers rubbed her clit.

  “Yesss,” Danielle whispered.

  Danielle felt overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. She always dreamed of this moment. She always wondered what was concealed behind his denim jeans.

  Now she was here with J.C.’s hand rubbing her clit and his warm mouth placing soft kisses along her neck. She arched her back and thrust her hips against his hand, wanting free from her clothes.

  J.C. unbuttoned her shorts. “Maybe you’d prefer me to touch you here.” He nipped her bottom lip while inserting a finger into her pussy.

  “Yesss, God yes, there.” Danielle gasped and sucked in a deep breath. The feel of his fingers inside her was more spectacular than she could have ever imagined. He strummed her clit lightly with his thumb while his finger eased in and out in a gentle, steady rhythm. She could feel a heightened sense of pleasure from his fingers working her, coaxing her body to become wetter, hotter.

  “Damn, you’re wet and tight.” J.C. groaned and pulled her hand down to caress his erection that was poking out the top of his jeans. “Do you feel how you affect me?”

  Danielle gripped his cock. The thought of him pushing something so big inside her caused her to gasp. It was exhilarating. She rubbed the length of him through his jeans. Her body needed him, and it had waited so long for this moment.

  J.C. rubbed the inside of her cunt with the pad of his finger hitting a spot she never thought existed. Danielle squealed. Her muscles contracted while her hand grasped his bicep tight. Her body erupted like a mini volcano as an orgasm rocked through her. It was unexpected and wild. Her body trembled violently then she went lax in his arms.

  J.C. smiled wickedly. He about came when he noticed what had happened. He had given her an orgasm just now. His cock pulsed hard through his jeans. He had to have relief. Now was not the time, or was it?

  J.C. didn’t second-guess himself as he quickly lowered her arms and pulled her to the guest bedroom she was staying in. He shut the door behind him and walked tall and proud toward her.

  With each step he took, J.C. watched Danielle back up in nervousness. Her arms crossed and wrapped around her waist. He could see her body tremble. This was what she wanted, and she wanted it badly.

  Danielle bumped into the bed and lost her balance and began to fall backward. J.C. helped the cause and pushed her back onto the bed, his body falling on top of hers. His eyes told her everything without him speaking. He couldn’t take anymore either. His lips met hers, and she parted her legs, and he inched forward. The V of her legs perfectly cradled his hips.

  J.C. smoothed her hair out of her face as he gently kissed her. He moved his cock slowly against her, and she whimpered in delight. The tie of her halter invited J.C. to pull. “You won’t need this,” he tugged the tie on her top loose. Underneath she wore a lacy, strapless bra that J.C. wasted no time in removing.

  She arched her hips up into his dick as he took her breast into his mouth. Oh yes, she wanted this just as much as he did.

  “Yes,” she lightly cried out as he swirled his tongue around her rosy nipple then lightly nipped it. As he continued to please, he smoothed his hand down her flat stomach and began pushing her shorts and panties down her legs.

  Danielle gasped loudly as he ran his fingers down her slick, wet and throbbing pussy. She could feel another orgasm building inside as he stroked her gently and sucked her breast. Her hips arched up as his pace increased. She closed her eyes and rocked her hips into his hand, relishing the feel of his mouth and hands on her skin.

  J.C. smiled as he watched her face flush in excitement. Her orgasm was building, and he had no plans to miss how her beautiful face wrinkled at the peak and the smile she would have when she finished.

  “Oh, my goodness, yes,” Danielle whispered, and thrust harder against him.

  “Look at me, Danielle,” J.C. said as he continued to build her up closer to release.

  Danielle opened her eyes. She was overcome with the thrill he created.

  “Look into my eyes when I make you come,” he said as his hand increased to a tempo that sent a wave of tickling sensations rushing through her.

  She breathed hard. “Yes,” she cried as her orgasm ripped through her.

  J.C. felt her pussy tighten around his fingers, and he damn near lost his control. Her eyes widened just before her body jerked into fits of trembling.

  Just as J.C. had asked, she looked into his eyes the entire time. He kissed her hard and passionately, his will power seconds away from failing completely. Slowly he broke the kiss and allowed her to catch her breath. She smiled so innocently at him that it took his breath away, what breath he had left anyway.

  “You’re amazing,” J.C. whispered.

  Danielle blushed, embarrassed by her excitement. She tried to look away, but J.C. kissed her quickly then released her. “Don’t be embarrassed. Never feel that way around me.”

  Her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted so much more of him. She reached for the buttons on his shirt as he looked intently into her eyes. J.C. pulled loose the buckle on his belt. The metal clanked lightly, sending chills soaring up Danielle’s spine.

  He stood up beside the bed and looked down at Danielle and winked. His fingers slowly unbuttoned his jeans, then he continued on to his zipper. Danielle’s bo
dy thrummed with excitement as she propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look.

  With his fly open, J.C. slid down his jeans. His dick jutted forward in his boxers. “I didn’t know how much longer I could walk around with this, please forgive me.” He pushed his boxers down, and his dick flung out, causing Danielle to gasp. J.C. laughed. He wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction, but that certainly stroked his ego.

  Danielle slid to the edge of the bed and looked up in his eyes. “I, um, I don’t know how to, to say this,” she stuttered then looked down. Her cheeks flushed red as embarrassment began to set in.

  J.C. put his finger under her chin and lifted it to force her to look at him. “What is it? Did I scare you, bother you, I uh—”

  Danielle interrupted. “No, no, I…shit, how do I say this? I haven’t had sex before.” She blurted it out then returned her eyes to the floor.

  J.C. stumbled back as his eyes grew wide. “Uh, what?”

  “You heard me,” she said as she felt tears building inside, fueled by her awkward position.

  J.C. reached for his boxers. “Oh, Danielle, I’m so sorry. Damn it, I’m such an ass.”

  Danielle grabbed his hand. “Don’t be mad at yourself. I want you. I have never wanted anyone so much in my life.”

  “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you, Danielle. Can’t you see?” J.C. continued to pull up his boxers. “I won’t just throw you into bed and take that from you. Shit.” He smoothed his hands through his hair in frustration.

  Danielle could see how it bothered J.C., and it warmed her heart to think he cared so much he’d forgo his own want. A smile began to tug at her lips because she wanted him even more now. She slid onto the floor in front of him. “Let me be the judge of what you deserve.” She pulled his boxers back down and grasped his cock in her hand.

  “Danielle, don’t please,” J.C. pleaded. He was between a rock and a hard place, struggling to maintain his control. One part of him thanked his lucky stars while the other cursed him.

  “Shhh,” Danielle coaxed as she licked the tip of his dick softly. Her fingers curled around his length as she licked and swirled her tongue over the tip. She had dreamed of this, dreamed of running her tongue along his rippled shaft. To explore his taste, his scent, and revel in the salty sweetness of his pre-cum that glistened at the tip.

  J.C. stiffened, his control lost. Her mouth felt amazing. He dared to open his eyes and look down. Her sweet face delighted as she drew his cock deep into her mouth and sucked and drew back. She looked up, and there was a smile reflected in her eyes as she went down on him again. Her blonde hair fell around her face, and she brushed it back with her free hand.

  She moved her mouth up and down faster on his dick, causing J.C. to shake. He brushed her hair back over her shoulder so that he might watch her beautiful mouth take him in.

  “Oh, doll,” J.C. groaned. You better let off. I have no control with you.”

  Danielle smiled and sucked harder, bringing a loud moan out of J.C. Instinctively he rocked his hips toward her mouth, taking in all the pleasure she was giving. He ran his hands through her hair softly as her pace became faster and mind-blowing.

  “Danielle, you better stop, oh, hell.” J.C. had no sooner spoken the words than his release shot out of him. He had warned her.

  Danielle sucked every drop he gave with a purr. She felt his dick harden at his release then slowly soften as his body convulsed, his hips thrusting against her mouth. She slowed down her pace and lovingly licked the tip with a grin.

  J.C. groaned as he cupped her face in his hand. “That was, uh, wow, that was fantastic.” His legs trembled violently.

  Danielle stood and smiled. She leaned close and kissed him ever so softly on his neck then whispered in his ear, “You’re welcome.”

  J.C. stumbled back, the wave of emotions combined with the sexual release—make that awesome sexual release—had him lightheaded. He laughed as he reached for the dresser to steady himself. This was a first, his control shattered. A woman had brought him to his knees with her smile, her eyes, and with her very talented mouth.

  Danielle reveled in her effect on him as she put on a new set of clothes from her bag. “So, Mr. Evans, shall we go and be social, maybe have a piece of pie?”

  J.C. reached out and pulled her to him. Excitement rushed back into her. The moment they’d shared would last for a little while but not long. She wanted to feel his large cock move in and out of her. She wanted to feel his powerful hips thrust against her gently at first and become lost in the sea of hot and passionate sex with him. She was ready to lose control. He was the man she had waited for all these years.

  “You’re a wicked female.” J.C. smiled and kissed her tenderly. “Blood is finally recirculating to my brain,” he purred.

  “’Bout time,” Danielle said with a grin.

  “Pie?” J.C. questioned with a raised brow.

  “Oh, yes, pie,” Danielle exclaimed and kissed his cheek.

  J.C. tucked his shirt into his jeans without taking his eyes off her. She had surprised him in many more ways than one. He thought about that shy girl she was, the starry-eyed look she’d given him before he said those words he wished he could forget, the words he wanted to take back. Nah, he didn’t deserve this from her at all.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Danielle joked, fastening her sandals.

  Damn, he couldn’t ask her, not now, maybe later. Instead he swept her into his arms and kissed her with every ounce of energy he could muster.

  Danielle whimpered in delight and fell into his embrace.

  J.C. tenderly broke their kiss and smiled. “Let’s go get you some pie.”

  Chapter Eight

  Danielle sat with the most incredible tasting coconut cream pie she had ever had, savoring every bite. She was perched on top of cloud nine, floating and glowing from her encounter with J.C. Another bite crossed her lips, and she hummed softly.

  “What took ya so long?” Stacy sat down. J.C. excused himself when his dad motioned for him to join him and a group of men that stood talking.

  Danielle ignored Stacy’s probe and continued to enjoy her pie, smiling.

  “Oh, shit, you didn’t. Did you?” Stacy beamed, proud of herself for being so intuitive.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Danielle said with a coy smile.

  “Yes, I would,” Stacy said, leaning across the table, waiting for Danielle to give her any details. “Well?”

  “I don’t kiss and tell,” Danielle said flatly but couldn’t help beaming.

  “Oh, no, hell no,” Stacy said. “What happened? I tell you everything.”

  “Ha, I never ask,” Danielle said as she ate the last bite of pie on her plate.

  “Oh, something happened. You just try to keep your secret, but I know. You’re absolutely glowing.” Stacy laughed. “You slut.”

  “Am not,” Danielle replied and laughed. “We didn’t by the way,” she added but failed to mention they had done everything except that.

  “Whatever.” Stacy waved her hand in irritation. “I’ll get it out of you later, courtesy of a few longnecks.”

  Danielle shrugged. “Okay,” she said, daring her to try.

  Evelyn walked up and smiled. “Hi, ladies, how was dinner?”

  “Oh, fantastic.” Danielle smiled. Her two desserts were better, Evelyn’s son being the best, but she would never say so.

  “Great,” Stacy added.

  “Wonderful,” Evelyn said. “I have a few people I would like for the two of you to meet. Do you have a minute?”

  “Of course,” Danielle said as she wiped her mouth. Note to self. Come back for another piece of that pie.

  “Sure,” Stacy added as they both stood up and followed Evelyn.

  Danielle and Stacy spent the next thirty minutes meeting family and close friends. Stacy was beside herself with excitement, meeting parents and all. Danielle was polite and smiled. Everyone was very nice and seemed enthusiastic to meet her.
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  The thoughts concerning her naughty escapade sat at the forefront of her mind, hopefully no one else noticed how long they were gone or the goofy grin she sported. Then she wondered why Evelyn was so eager to introduce her anyway. After all, she wasn’t J.C.’s girlfriend or significant other. They were…what were they? Currently, they were lovers, two people that could please one another sexually so far. Oh how she hoped his mother had no idea.

  Evelyn beamed as she introduced the two women that were seeing her sons.

  “Nice to meet you, Danielle,” an elderly man said.

  “Danielle, this is my dad, William,” Evelyn said.

  “Nice to meet you, sir,” Danielle said. Wow, she was being introduced to grandparents also. Maybe Evelyn just liked her.

  “Are you J.C.’s girlfriend?” William asked with a toothy grin.

  Danielle was rendered speechless. She had set out on this trip to be here for Stacy. J.C. and she were…right, they were lovers for the weekend she supposed.

  “Yes, Dad, she is,” Evelyn interrupted.

  Danielle blushed. She wished more than anything they were developing a relationship.

  J.C. walked up behind Danielle and put his arms around her waist. “I’m here to rescue you,” he whispered in her ear, but loud enough his mother could hear.

  “J.C.,” Evelyn said, smiling. “Fine, you can have her back.”

  “Sorry.” Danielle smiled.

  Evelyn patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t fuss over me. You go have a good time.”

  J.C. looped his arm around Danielle’s waist and led her toward the outdoor bar, which was more like a small tiki hut. Although it looked out of place against the country atmosphere everywhere else, it was still charming and seemed to be serving its purpose well.

  “Need a drink?” J.C. asked as he grabbed a longneck off the counter the man behind the bar had ready for him.

  “Do you always get everything you want?”

  J.C. smiled.“Yes.”

  “Hmm, what will I do with you?” Danielle teased.