by Zoe York
She took a deep breath and splayed her legs wide, tipping her pelvis and arching her back at the same time. She could feel how wet she was for him, but instead of worrying, she hummed with anticipation for his touch.
When it came, it wasn’t the blunt tip of his fingers. He glided his palm over her folds, cupping her entire sex.
“You feel amazing,” he groaned. “So hot and wet. I want to eat you up, Cassie. Can I do that? Can I lick your sweet little pussy until you come on my face?”
“I might fall.” Her words hitched as he licked the soft, indented line her underwear had left on her skin.
“I’ll catch you.” He stood—a giant rising from her feet to tower above her in one fluid motion. “But I’m going to take my time feasting on you, so which would you rather—the couch or your bed?”
Chapter Eight
“Bed,” Cassie said softly, looking intently at his face like she wanted to make sure that was okay by him.
It was more than okay. “Perfect,” he grunted, sweeping her off her feet. An armful of naked Cassie and a big soft bed to spread out on—he couldn’t think of anything better.
She nestled her cheek against his shoulder and he carried her like she weighed nothing. His strength had been put to more urgent uses in the past, but never a better one. He lowered her gently into the middle of her bed, barely pausing to shove the decorative pillows out of the way.
He’d always avoided this—the fully naked woman spread out on a bed. And now he was glad he’d stuck to couches and dark corners, because the flushed skin, eager little noises, and inviting looks made for an irresistible package. His hands went to his belt.
“No.”
He froze. He found her eyes, looking for the sign she was shutting this down before they even got started. He didn’t find it.
“Let me,” she purred, and his dick swelled in his pants. His balls drew tight, and he willed himself not to come before she did.
One big drawback of letting her in and waiving his usual limits—he was that nineteen–year-old kid again, shaking like a leaf at the thought of getting his fingers wet.
If she touched him, she’d be the one getting a handful of come, not him. “I’m just getting comfortable, angel. But if you touch me, I’ll lose my mind.”
She pressed up on her elbows, her breasts bouncing softly. “I really want to see you lose your mind.”
“You first.” He shoved his pants to the ground and crawled between her legs, flipping one of her knees over his shoulder and gently pressing the other up and away from him, against the bed. He seated his body right where he wanted to be—just above her beautiful, pink sex framed in neat blond curls. She was soaking wet, glistening for him, and his mouth watered.
He was so fucking glad he wasn’t new to this. That the heady awesomeness of worshiping her like this wasn’t overwhelming like it had been the first time he’d dropped to his knees in front of a woman to get her off. He nosed his way up the outside of her sex, then down again on the other side, breathing her in. Showing her he appreciated her beauty.
Her legs tensed against him in anticipation, then relaxed as he touched her, first with his fingers and then with his tongue. He gathered her moisture and spread it up to her clit, holding himself back from licking it all up.
He spread his legs wide behind him, ignoring the pull toward her that all his muscles wanted to obey. No matter how much she writhed beneath his fingers and his mouth tonight, he wasn’t going to fuck her.
His dick was staying in his boxers until she was boneless and out of breath, and then he’d find a way to climb in next to her and wait for the damned third date. Breakfast could be just six hours away. He’d survive.
As if taunting him, his cock pulsed and let loose a few drops of pre-come. Jesus. Wet and dripping like a girl.
Cassie lifted her hips against his face, and he grinned to himself. Maybe not quite the same. He snaked his tongue through her folds in a lazy figure eight that made her moan. A fresh flood of sweet honey coated his fingers, and he took that as an invitation to slide inside her.
She was tight as fuck—a hot, silky squeeze that had him grinding his hips against the bed. He wanted inside her. This is why you stay out of bedrooms.
But it didn’t matter anymore. He’d waited long enough. This wasn’t a foolish decision, and he had brand new condoms. It was almost time.
Almost. First she needed to come on his face. Then sleep. Then he’d let the most beautiful woman in the world screw his brains out.
He nipped the inside of her thigh and her eyelids snapped open. “What the hell?”
“What time is your parents’ party tomorrow night?”
She let out a shaky breath. “Why are we talking about this now?”
He palmed her pussy gently again, rocking the heel of his hand up and over all the sizzling nerve endings he’d just been up close and personal with. “Because, angel…I need to plan out our day of non-stop sex. Breakfast will be served at six. Eggs and toast, for stamina. Orange juice for energy. And me, over and over again for your special Christmas treat.”
She gulped. “We need to work on this crazy one-eighty direction change thing, baby.”
He grinned. “Baby?”
She pressed against his hand. “Just trying it on for size.”
“I like it.” He nuzzled his way back into her folds.
She gasped and stretched out on the bed, arching her back. “I like that.”
“That makes two of us. You taste so good. I’m going to wake you up like this.” He gave her an exaggerated lick, then slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her into just the right position to dive deeper with his tongue. Inside.
She bucked in his hands and he held her more firmly, slowly fucking his tongue in and out of her body. A chant of his name and some colorful vocabulary additions swirled around them as her entire body throbbed beneath him. Because of him.
For him.
“Come on, angel,” he crooned as he exchanged his tongue for his fingers. He licked around her clit, testing her sensitivity there before latching on and sucking gently. He worked her inside and out until she gripped his head between her thighs and ground herself against his face, finding that perfect edge for herself and exploding.
Oh God, she thought as she fluttered back to earth. No. That wasn’t quite the right adjective. Twitched back to earth. Hot-mess style. She’d wrapped her legs around his head like a professional wrestler and…and…
“That was awesome,” Jared said as he pressed a kiss against her belly. A really wet kiss. How many times could she think the phrase oh God before it got to be overkill? His face was wet from her. His face.
Her cheeks were burning up, she knew it. And any second he’d discover that, which wasn’t the way it was supposed to be at all. He was the virgin. She was the sophisticated older woman who…who…
Jared rolled her onto her side and tucked in behind her, not bothering to hide the raging erection that made itself known against her ass cheeks. “I said, that was awesome.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She nodded vigorously. She couldn’t disagree. It had been awesome.
“Are you okay?” He brushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck, then her ear.
She was. That crazy, fluttery, twitchy feeling actually felt good when she stopped thinking about it and just let it be.
“Do you want to come again?” His words yanked on something deep inside her and made her breathless all over again.
She turned toward him, moving slow like molasses. He was quiet and still, waiting for her. She thought about what he’d shared. They were a t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs away from something he’d never done before.
Both of them naked. She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long, slow, appreciative kiss. “I want you to come next.”
His erection strained against her belly. She glanced down and he groaned.
“Blow jobs are fair game on the second date.” She licked her lips. “
Do you want me to put some clothes on first?”
“Don’t you dare.” He palmed her butt and pulled her close, dragging his hand down her thigh and lifting it so he could fit his leg between hers. “We should talk about a couple of things first. I’m clean—my risk is pretty low, but I get tested regularly anyway. And I’m okay if you want to use condoms for everything.”
God, she hadn’t even thought about that when he’d gone down on her. She was a horrible person. No, just less experienced than he might think. “I just had a physical last month. And I haven’t been with anyone since the spring.” She took a deep breath. “I’m not on any birth control, because my chances of getting pregnant are so low. It’ll have to be condoms for sex.”
“I figured.” His voice rumbled in his chest as he tugged her even closer. “I stocked up.”
She bit her lip and smiled into his t-shirt. “This is a lot of talking…”
“Something I learned in health class in grade nine that’s stuck with me all these years. If you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be doin’ it.”
“You sure can talk about it.” She slid her hands under his t-shirt, looking for more of his warm skin and hard muscles to ground her, remind her this was really happening. She was naked in her bed with Jared, talking about sex. Like responsible adults. What a novel concept.
“Give it a go,” he said roughly. She glanced up at him and the look in his eyes took her breath away. He was staring at her like he wanted to eat her up. Or have her eat him up while he lazily spanked her bottom or something similarly filthy. “That. Whatever just made you take that adorable-as-hell little breath. Tell me that.”
“Maybe I should give you a blow job,” she said slowly, placing each word carefully in front of the one before. This was new territory for her. “I want you in my mouth. I want to lick you all over.” He groaned and guided her hand to his waistband. Pride flooded her body and spurred more words. “Do you want me between your legs, looking up at you?”
She slipped her hand inside his shorts and wrapped her hand around him. His hand joined hers, and she let him take over, fisting his erection up and down as she slid down his body. She pressed a kiss to the bare skin at the top of his sculpted hip, ignoring the almost irresistible cock a few inches to her left. He needed to be naked first. She moved lower still, kneeling between his legs. His thighs were long and heavily muscled, and he was tan all over.
“What are you thinking?”
She skimmed her palms up his legs and grabbed the bottom of his boxer-briefs. “I’m wondering if you have any tan lines.”
“You should definitely investigate further.” Electricity crackled between them as she tugged his underwear off. His erection, still wrapped loosely in his fist, bobbed free, thick and heavy. Her own sex swelled at the sight. She wanted that inside her, and she wanted it now. But she wanted to taste him, too—that hadn’t just been dirty talk. She wanted to rub herself all over him and tug on him, kiss and lick him…there was no end to the list of ways she wanted to enjoy his magnificent body.
He was tan all over, but lighter right in the middle. “You have the most gorgeous skin tone,” she breathed, crawling toward him on all fours. “I could look at you all night, but it’s getting late, and I’m…hungry.”
He spread his legs wide as she slid her hands toward his core again, and when she glanced toward him his gaze was almost entirely hooded. Almost. She could still feel the heat in his eyes, and it felt good. She let out a long, slow breath as she watched drops of pre-come form at his tip. With one hand, she cupped his sac and with the other she gently circled the head of his shaft, using her thumb to spread that moisture around before lowering her mouth and sucking him in. Just the tip at first, then deeper with each bob, her hand moving up and down as if an extension of her lips. Almost immediately he started groaning and bucking, but then his hands fell away from his hips and he clenched his fists into her bedding. Just like that he found his control again.
Well, that wouldn’t do.
“This is a first for you, isn’t it?” she asked after swirling around his thick crown with her tongue. “I’m naked. You’re naked. On a bed.”
“Twist this way, angel, and I’ll spank your ass for teasing me,” he groaned.
“Maybe I want you to,” she taunted, sliding her wet mouth back down his length.
He groaned again, and oh boy, did she love rendering him speechless. On either side of her body, his legs flexed and bowed. She bobbed her head again, then pulled back and took over with her hand, jerking him off as she watched, her head bowed, her hair falling around her. Jared’s breathing picked up, and he lifted his hands off the bed, touching her hair and her shoulders, before reaching for her breasts. His touch was needy and searching.
Just as Cassie recognized the move, Jared hauled her up onto his body. She kept her hold on his cock as she straddled his lap, slowing the motion of her hand as her clit made contact with the base of his shaft.
“Do we need a condom?” she asked quietly, watching his face.
He shook his head. “We’re going to wait. I just want to feel you like this.” He reached for a pillow and jammed it behind his head, his gaze stuck on her the whole time.
“Look down,” Cassie whispered.
He laughed, a nervous, strained sound that seemed so out of character compared to his usual confidence. “If I look, I might blow.”
She loved him for admitting that. “Then blow,” she crooned, arching her back and cupping her breasts. That dragged his attention to her chest, and with a growly moan, she slid her hands down her torso, pulling his gaze with them. To his engorged erection, shiny again with the proof of how close he was, and the soft cushion of her sex underneath it. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Come on my hand?”
She stroked him lazily as he gripped her thighs and thrust into her hand. The rock of his pelvis under her rubbed through her slick folds and she had the vague idea that she could come again, too, but not as quickly as he was going to. He’d made her come twice today already. This was just for him.
Cassie didn’t know a lot about hand jobs. Five years of sex with her ex-husband and never once had she jerked him to completion. She hadn’t wanted to give Craig the dentist a blow job on their second date, so she’d started something like this, but he’d taken over and finished himself. She didn’t have any lube around—she and Mitch had never used it much.
Natural lubricant, though, she had a ridiculous amount of at the moment. She reared up on her knees and Jared gasped, but she wasn’t about to violate his trust like that. She shook her head. “I just need a little help.”
She slid her hand between her legs, getting her fingers all slippery before settling back in his lap. Now his cock worked more easily inside the tight ring of her fingers. Her hand couldn’t quite encircle his girth so she twisted her wrist as she pumped up and down, relishing his sighs and groans as she hit all the right parts of him with her fingers. He was watching her, but with each squeeze at the base of his cock, his head tipped further and further back until he was staring at the ceiling. He made a noise in the back of his throat, something totally primal and unbelievably hot, and then he jerked, sending a splash of hot, white fluid onto her fingers.
“God, keep going,” he muttered, his hand covering hers when she stopped. Slowly she milked the rest of his release, enjoying the mess. Isn’t it all messy? His earlier question bounced through her head. Yeah. When it was good, it was messy. She hadn’t had enough of that in her life. Without a worry about the stickiness—because that was what showers were for—she folded forward and slid against his body until she was nestled in the curve of his arm.
“Damn, Cassie.”
She peeked up at him. He was still breathing hard, but his ability to pull himself together was impressive. Jared-in-charge was back in the building. That was fine by her—bossy Jared turned her on. “You told me to say what was on my mind.”
“That was the single most hottest thing I’ve ever seen,
” he said slowly before kissing her soft and deep. “You touching yourself. I want to see you get yourself off. I want you to touch yourself when I’m inside you. I want you to—”
She pressed their lips together to silence him, then shook her head. “Baby, I want a shower. And then sleep.”
“Together, right? I can stay over?”
He took her breath away. “Yes. I want you here when I wake up.”
He grinned. “For breakfast. And then sex.”
“You’re insatiable.” She rolled off the bed and he let out a long, low whistle at the sight of her bottom.
“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, Cassie Bronson.”
Damn, that did nice things to her insides. “I could fall so hard for you, Jared Sutter.”
He stood to follow her, a strange look on his face.
“Too much too soon?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Hardly. I might already be there.”
Chapter Nine
After showering and pulling on a basic layer of clothing—Jared in his boxer-briefs, Cassie in a t-shirt and panties—they crawled back into bed. As promised, Jared sprawled in the middle, pulling her on top of him. One hand possessively cupped her hip, his long fingers curving around her butt cheek. The other stroked her hair. It took him a while to speak and when he did, she let him.
“I meant what I said, Cass. You’re the type of woman to make a man want everything he can’t have in life.”
She should have known there’d be an asterisk on his declaration of falling for her. “This feels a lot like you have me in your life,” she countered lightly. It was already technically Christmas Eve. No way was she letting him break up with her before they spent the holidays together. Or ever.
