by Ramona Gray
“This,” she pointed to the blue handprint on Jane’s right breast before spinning her around and pointing to the handprint on her ass, “and this looks like you were doing something. Unless you like grabbing your own boob and butt for fun?”
Jane turned scarlet before slapping herself in the forehead. “Oh, God. I’m an idiot.”
“You’re not,” Amy said. “I keep telling you there’s something between you and Luke. Hell, the sexual tension practically seeps from both your pores whenever you’re in the same room together.”
Jane sighed. “I keep telling you it’s a bad idea.”
“Yeah, I know. But for what it’s worth, I think you should just go for it.”
“I know you do,” Jane said. “Listen, I’d better get this cleaned up before the paint seeps through the drop cloth.”
“I’ll help,” Amy said. “Just let me change.”
“You don’t have to help.”
“I know,” she said. “I want to. Give me two minutes.”
Chapter 10
“Janie, did you know you have blue paint in your hair?” Mama J asked as Janie wheeled her down the hallway.
Jane laughed. “Yes. I was painting my room this morning.”
“You’re painting your room?” Mama J gave her a look of alarm as Jane wheeled her into her room. “But I loved the colour of your room. There was nothing wrong with it!”
Her voice was rising and Jane rubbed her arm soothingly. “Not at your house, Mama J. Remember, I don’t live there anymore.”
Mama J frowned before nodding slowly. “Right. We don’t have a home anymore.”
Tears spilled down her wrinkled cheeks and Janie squatted next to the wheelchair and took her hand. “Don’t cry. We have each other, that’s all that matters.”
“You’re a good girl, Janie,” Mama J said before stroking her hair. “Your hair looks very pretty, even with the blue.”
“Thank you,” Jane said. “Are you ready for bed now?”
“I am. Will you read to me for a while?”
“Of course I will,” Jane said. She helped Mama J change into her pajamas before tucking her into the bed. She sat on the side of it and reached for the book.
“Janie?”
“Yes?”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes,” Jane said. “I’m always happy when I’m with you.”
Mama J smiled before closing her eyes. “You’re such a good girl, Janie.”
She began to snore almost immediately and Jane sat with her for a few minutes longer before leaning down and kissing her forehead. “I love you, Mama J. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She was just leaving the care home when her cell phone rang.
“Hi, Amy.”
“Hey, sweetie. Listen, you really need to consider getting a texting plan. No one calls anyone anymore. I can’t be limited to texting you only twice a day. Things happen that I need to share.”
Jane laughed. “What happened?”
“Actually, nothing. I called to see what time you would be home.”
“I’m just leaving the care home,” Jane said.
“How is Mama J?”
“She was good today,” Jane said.
“Good. Someday I’d like to meet her,” Amy said.
“I’d like that,” Jane said.
“So, are you heading straight home?”
“Yes, where else would I go?”
“My brother’s house,” Amy said bluntly.
Jane sighed. “The only reason I would go there is to apologize for my inappropriate behaviour last night.”
“Good idea. You really should pop by and apologize,” Amy said. “Have fun apologizing, Janie. I won’t wait up for you!”
“Amy, no, that isn’t - ”
Amy hung up and Jane sighed and stuck her cell phone in her pocket before walking to the bus station. Maybe she should go and apologize. It wasn’t that late and she didn’t have any other plans. She was planning on apologizing Monday morning but was work really the place to be saying sorry to her boss for molesting him?
No, it wasn’t, she decided. It was best to get it out of the way. If she didn’t apologize, if she tried to pretend that it had never happened, Luke might not give her a raise and she really could use the extra money.
Don’t be stupid, Jane. He wouldn’t do that.
He might. She didn’t know him all that well, did she?
You know him well enough. Get your ass to Luke’s house. Maybe offer him a blow job as an apology.
Not helping!
Her inner voice remained silent and she shoved her phone back into her pocket. She would stop by, apologize and leave. Easy peasy.
* * *
Nearly an hour later, she was standing on the doorstep of Luke’s home and cursing her decision. This was a very bad idea but there wouldn’t be another bus for half an hour and she was already freezing her ass off. She had bought a thicker coat last week at the thrift store as well as a hat, scarf and mittens but the wind was bitterly cold and her entire body was numb. She took a deep breath and shivering, rang the doorbell.
She waited a few minutes and was about to ring it a second time when the door opened. Luke was wearing a t-shirt and pair of shorts and he stared at her in surprise. Just the sight of him sent her desire into overdrive and she tried to think past the lust-induced cloudiness in her brain.
“Uh, hi, Luke. Can I - ”
She squealed in surprise when Luke grabbed her arm and yanked her into the house. He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her as he fumbled at the zipper of her jacket.
“Luke, wait,” she gasped as he pulled down the zipper and tugged her jacket off. It took her mittens with it and he muttered a curse when she touched his back.
“Your hands are freezing,” he grumbled as he pulled off her hat and dropped it to the floor.
“Luke!” She clutched at him when he picked her up and carried her down the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to my bedroom,” he said.
“I – that’s not why I’m here,” she said as he wrestled her boots off with one hand and left them at the foot of the stairs.
“Why are you here?” He licked her collarbone and she jerked against him.
“I came to apologize for last night,” she said as he carried her into his bedroom.
“You could have just called,” he said.
“I thought you deserved an apology in person.”
“Is that really why you’re here?” He asked as he set her on her feet. “Or did you come here to finish what we started last night?”
She stared wide-eyed at him as he unbuttoned her shirt and shoved it down her arms. “Well, Ms. Smith? Do you want to apologize or do you want to be fucked?”
He flicked open her bra and pulled it off her body before cupping her breasts and kneading them lightly. “Which is it?”
“The second one,” she whispered.
“Say it,” he demanded as he reached for the button on her jeans.
“I want to be fucked,” she said in a low voice.
He paused with his fingers on her zipper and said, “Try again please, Ms. Smith.”
“I – I want you to fuck me, Mr. Dawson.”
He kissed her, then whispered, “I want that too, little Jane.”
“We really shouldn’t,” she said. “You’re my boss.”
“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t,” he said before tugging her jeans down her legs. He lifted her and placed her on the bed before pulling her jeans off and dropping them to the floor. He stripped off his t-shirt and shorts and she stared at his erect cock as he lay on his side next to her. He was big. Maybe even a little worrisome big. She ignored her sudden trepidation. It would be fine. Luke wouldn’t hurt her.
“Please,” she whispered. She was already soaking wet and she wanted his too-big cock with a desperation that embarrassed her.
“Patience, Ms. Smith.”
He kissed her again, tasting an
d teasing her mouth with slow licks as she moaned and dug her fingers into the sheets. He licked her upper lip before kissing his way down her chest. He studied her small breasts and she could feel herself flushing self-consciously. She wished suddenly that she’d had the money for implants. Jeremy’s words echoed in her head and she tried to cross her arms over her breasts. Luke grunted in disapproval before pinning her arms above her head with one large hand.
“I love your breasts,” he said. “You have the prettiest nipples. Are they sensitive, Jane?”
He stared at her as she stammered, “I – I think so.”
“You think so? Let’s find out,” he said with a small grin.
She cried out when he licked the right one before sucking it into his mouth. He teased it with his teeth and tongue as she arched upward.
“Very sensitive,” he murmured appreciatively.
He sucked on her left nipple then flicked at it with his tongue as she rocked her hips against him. When both of her nipples were taut and throbbing, he traced his tongue along her collarbone. She moaned and squeezed his biceps, panting harshly when she felt his warm tongue dip into the hollow of her throat.
His hand cupped her pussy through her panties and she bucked upward, her fingers digging into his flesh.
“Jane,” he said hoarsely, “you’re so wet. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
“I know I can’t,” she said. “Please, Luke.”
She lifted her hips in a silent plea and he pulled off her panties and dropped them over the side of the bed. He cupped her pussy again, his fingers gliding across her wet lips before he rubbed delicately at her clit.
“Oh God!” She grabbed his arm and arched her back. “Please don’t tease.”
He rubbed her clit with firm, fast strokes and she writhed against the bed as tension coiled in her belly. She was embarrassed at how close she was already but Luke seemed to know exactly how to touch her.
One thick finger slid into her and the combination of his finger and the way his thumb rubbed against her clit, threw her over the edge. She arched into his touch and tried not to scream as the pleasure flowed through her.
“You look so beautiful when you come,” Luke murmured into her ear when she’d finally collapsed against the bed.
His earlier need to hurry seemed to have disappeared and he propped his head up in his hand as he lay on his side next to her. He explored her trembling body with the tips of his fingers, circling around each of her nipples before tracing her ribs. He touched the small triangle of curls at the top of her pussy and made feather light brushes against her hips.
“Luke,” she whispered, “I want to – I mean, it’s your turn.”
Her gaze dropped to his erect cock. The tip of it was rubbing against her hip and she must have had apprehension on her face because Luke’s roving fingers stilled next to her belly button.
“What’s wrong, Jane?”
“You’re very big,” she said.
An odd look came over his face and she said hurriedly, “I’m a little nervous. I’m sure it will be fine. I’m really wet so, you know…”
She trailed off as a hot blush lit her face and chest on fire. Oh my God, could she be any more awkward?
He still wasn’t saying anything. Anxious to make up for her stupid comment, she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him firmly. He groaned and immediately pulled her hand away.
“Luke? Did I do something wrong?” She was making a complete fool of herself.
“No,” he said. “I’ll come all over your hand if you keep doing that.”
“Oh,” she said. She tried to act casual but secretly she was thrilled. Did he really want her that much?
“I had a sex dream about you,” he said.
“You did?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t say anything else and she traced her fingers over his broad shoulder. “I had one about you too.”
He sat up and opened the nightstand drawer. She watched as he opened the condom package and rolled the condom over his dick before returning to his side next to her.
“Will you tell me about your dream?” She whispered.
“Tell me about yours first,” he said.
“It was the day I fell asleep on the couch in your office. I dreamt that we were in a room together and you had all this food for me on a table. It was all my favourite foods and I was so hungry. You said I could eat as much as I wanted but I had to give you a kiss first as a thank you.”
She blushed softly. “It’s why I kissed you when I woke up. I – I thought I was still dreaming and I was really hungry and wanted the food.”
He laughed and she could have slapped herself in the head. “I also really wanted to kiss you too, though.”
“I wanted to kiss you as well,” he said. He nuzzled her neck and she lifted her head so he could press a kiss against her soft skin.
“Tell me about yours,” she said.
He paused before leaning over her and sucking at her nipple. She moaned as desire and need blossomed in her belly again.
“It’s not sweet like your dream,” he said before nipping at the soft underside of her breast.
She jerked and clutched at his head. “T-that’s okay. Tell me.”
His hand circled her belly button again before moving lower. “You needed a place to stay. I brought you to my house – to my bedroom - and told you that you had new job duties.”
His fingers tugged at her curls before slipping lower. She spread her thighs and moaned when his fingers brushed against her clit. “Wh-what were they?”
“Taking my cock into your tight pussy,” he whispered into her ear as his finger slid into her throbbing core.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
He eased a second finger into her. “In the dream, you said it was too big and that you couldn’t take all of it.”
He gently stretched her pussy with his fingers as he kissed the curve of her ear. She arched her hips upward before moaning, “What did you say?”
“I told you to be a good girl and take all of my cock.”
She shuddered all over and for a moment she thought she might climax again from just Luke’s hot words and the pressure of his fingers in her pussy.
“Was I a – a good girl?” She asked.
“Yes,” he whispered before pushing his fingers deeper.
“Oh God! Please,” she moaned.
“Do you want to be my good girl again, Ms. Smith?” He sucked on her earlobe.
“I do,” she said eagerly.
“Say it,” he murmured before biting gently on her lobe.
“I want to be your good girl,” she said. Inspiration struck her and she clutched at his thick forearm. “I want to be your good girl, Mr. Dawson.”
He groaned and she could feel his hips jerking against the bed. He pulled his fingers out and she made an embarrassingly loud whine of protest.
“Spread your legs wide,” he rasped as he moved between her thighs.
She did what he asked, gripping his biceps when he guided his cock to her entrance. A small trickle of apprehension returned and her hands tightened around him. He stopped immediately and gave her a look of reassurance.
“I’ll go slow, sweet Jane.”
She nodded and he watched her face as he pushed in slowly.
“Christ, you’re so tight,” he muttered. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she reassured him.
He pushed a little deeper. Her walls stretched to accommodate his width and she reminded herself to breathe as he pushed steadily forward. When he was fully sheathed, she felt stuffed full of his cock.
“Don’t move yet, okay?” She said.
“Trust me,” he muttered, “if I move right now, I’m going to seriously embarrass myself.”
That made her giggle and he groaned a curse. “Don’t squeeze like that.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
He took a few deep breaths before propping himself up on his han
ds. “Are you good?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Thank God,” he said almost to himself.
As he began a slow slide and retreat, Jane braced her feet on the bed and slipped her hands around his narrow waist. She met each of his strokes with a thrust of her hips and he made a low groan. “You feel so good, Jane.”
He started to move harder and faster and she bit her bottom lip as every nerve ending lit up with a crackling snap. Her fingers dug into his hard flesh as he pressed his mouth against her ear.
“I want you to come on my cock. Do you need your clit rubbed?”
She shook her head, unable to catch her breath long enough to form words. The thickness of his cock, the grind of his pelvis against her clit with every down stroke was more than enough to make her come.
She clamped her legs around his hips as her orgasm began a slow build in her belly. He was pounding her into the mattress now, making her small cries of pleasure cut out with every thrust. Her entire body trembled and then suddenly stiffened as she arched beneath him and her pussy clamped around his cock. Her climax shook her body and she clung to Luke as his long strokes turned short and erratic.
He made a hoarse shout, slamming into her and pinning her against the bed as his head fell back. He ground his pelvis against hers and shuddered wildly. She watched as a look of bliss crossed his face before he pressed his body against hers and buried his face in her neck. She stroked his back and kissed his shoulder as his hot breath washed over her throat.
After a moment, he rolled off of her. He disposed of the condom and then collapsed on his back before yawning.
“Should I go?” Jane asked.
He turned on his side and scowled at her. “No. You’re staying the night.”
“I can go,” Jane said. “I’m not expecting - ”
He made a loud grunt of displeasure before tugging her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart beneath her ear. His big hand rubbed her back in slow circles.
“Go to sleep, Jane,” he said before yawning again.
“Good night, Luke.”
He muttered a goodnight in return and within seconds his hand had stopped circling her back and his breathing was deep and even. She continued to listen to the beat of his heart as contentment washed over her. It was so nice to be with someone again, so nice to have a warm body to sleep against and a –
