by Posey Parks
Jeff removed his boots, placed them downstairs by the side door, then walked from window to window with a flashlight, checking his teams work.
I’m nervous. I took a deep breath again. Removing the lids from the Italian dishes, the aroma of the rich hearty Lasagna, Chicken Bruschetta, and bread, filled the kitchen.
“The food smells incredible! I can’t wait to dig in,” I yelled.
“I’ll be down in just a second.”
I grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge, placed them on the counter.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
SIERRA
Jeff entered the kitchen. “Alright, come here, let me show you how to work the system. Bring your cell phone.”
I stood in front of the key pad. “Let me see your phone. I’m going to download the app. This will allow you to see what is happening in the house when you are not here.”
“I’m going to love this!”
“Type in a five-digit code you can remember. While you are doing that I will sync the system to your cell.”
“Ok.”
He turned away while I typed in my password.
“Remember, don’t share that number with anyone.”
I glanced over at him. “Not even you?” I smirked.
“No, not even me, for now.”
“Wait, what do you mean?”
He placed my cell on the counter then pulled me into his arms. “I need the code eventually. It’s all a part of me keeping you safe,” he said taking my lips in his.
There was a pleasant silence.
He wrapped me up in his arms again. “I don’t ever want to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go either. But we should eat.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Wash your hands, then we’ll eat.”
“Yes ma’am!”
I laughed.
Jeff and I sat next to each other just like we did at the restaurant.
We split the dishes. We both had a small portion of lasagna, chicken bruschetta, and soft buttery rolls.
“What made you pick up Italian?”
“I’m part Italian. I love Italian. It reminds me of home.”
I leaned in kissing his cheek. I didn’t want to make him feel awkward because he mentioned his home town. I want him to feel comfortable.
“I could only eat this once a week. I try to eat as healthy as I can.”
“Where does the ice cream weigh in?”
I laughed. “That’s different. I need to eat one scoop of ice cream at least three times a week.”
“I should’ve ran by the grocery store and picked up a container of ice cream for you. I’ll make sure you’re stocked. Even if I send it by delivery.”
“Jeff, that’s not necessary. But I know you are going to do it any ways.”
“You’re catching on quickly.”
“I insist on paying you back for the state of the art security system.”
“Sierra, I get the systems dirt cheap, because we install them in all the office buildings we build. I have several of them don’t worry about it.”
I turned my lips to the side in disbelief, before sipping my can of cherry cola.
“Ok Jeff, sure.”
“I want you to focus on hiring a staff for your company, so you don’t have to work as hard.”
My smile widened. “That’s sweet.” I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Sierra, you are the hardest working woman I know.”
I grabbed the dishes, rinsed off the plates, then began loading the dishwasher.
“How did you manage to send some of your guys over to install my alarm? Didn’t that affect your production?”
“I have a decent sized crew. We managed. The remaining guys had to work a little harder that’s all.”
Jeff stepped over retrieving the sponge from the sink, then began wiping down the counter top. I was impressed. We each grabbed a peppermint off the counter popping them into our mouths.
“Jesse said you were sitting on the porch finishing off a bottle of wine.”
I dropped my head in laughter. “I did not and I doubt he told you that.”
Jeff smiled. “He said you looked a little stressed. Then you took two glasses to the head quick.”
I punched Jeff in the arm, as I laughed. “You think you are so funny.”
“Ok prove me wrong. Show me the bottle.”
I retrieved the bottle from the fridge. “See? Two glasses.”
“Since when does two glasses equate to half a bottle.”
I burst into laughter, holding my belly. “Jeff this is a regular size bottle. Stop trying to make me out to be an alcoholic.”
“Seriously though, we weren’t supposed to see each other until tomorrow.”
Jeff grabbed my hand, leading me into the living room. “Let’s watch this week’s episode of SVU.”
We sat on the couch. Jeff pulled my feet into his lap.
“No Jeff. I need a pedicure.”
He slipped off my socks, then began massaging my feet.
“Nothing is wrong with your feet. Why did you say they need to be done? Because your toe nails aren’t painted.”
“Yes.”
“Sierra, your feet look good. Relax.”
“In my former life I was glammed up every day.”
Slipping a pillow behind me, I nestled against the arm of the couch enjoying my foot massage.
“Do you miss the spotlight and the Glam?”
“Honestly, I do somewhat. I guess it’s a 50/50 tossup.
I didn’t mind being in the spotlight, but not all the time. I grew to love being glammed up almost every day. Because my husband was high profile I had a lot of responsibilities in the public eye for our charities and benefits.
It was nice to have someone pick out my clothes every day. I have clothes in abundance, filling four closets. My best friend comes over and has a field day. Before we went on our date I recorded a video of my closets so my friend could pick out my dress. I let myself go. I want to find a balance. I enjoyed getting pedicures every now and then.”
“You should pamper yourself.”
“Is there anyone here to help you with the kids?”
“Yes, my best friend and my in-laws. This past Sunday my mother-in-law asked if she could take the kids to the movies. I don’t know who was more excited me or them.”
We laughed.
“I just needed a break.”
“I know you did.” Jeff’s brown eyes lit up.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
SIERRA
“Enough about me. Let’s watch the show.”
Jeff and I discussed the episode during commercials. Once SVU returned from commercial break we watched intently.
Upon the episode ending I began removing my feet from his lap. Jeff turned toward me gripped my thighs, sliding me into his lap. Jeff’s hands slipped around my neck pulling my lips down upon his. Kissing him feels like second nature. His big strong hands cupped my breast, firmly. My pussy swayed back and forth against his hard cock.
“Umm Jeff,” I murmured.
Before I knew it, he unhooked my bra with one hand, pushing my shirt and bra above my breasts. He sat back gawking at them.
“I love your breasts. They are perfect.” His eyes remained on mine as he massaged my breast then kneaded my taut nipples. I was burning up inside. I longed for him to place his warm mouth around my nipple.
My breathing was rushed. I think he could read my mind because next thing I knew he was sucking my breast. My fingers quickly eased up the back of his curly brown hair.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes Jeff. Don’t stop.”
I wasn’t thinking rational at all. I hadn’t had sex in a year. A year I say. Jeff was all I wanted right here, now.
I couldn’t believe the words that slipped out of my mouth. “Fuck me!”
All of a sudden, Jeff pulled back. He brushed my hair away from my sweaty brow.
“Not now Princess.”
A scowl quickly took my face. Jeff pulled my lips into his again.
“I want you to know I haven’t had sex in over a year. Not because I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I’m broken Sierra.”
His head fell against my shoulder.
Oh my God. He’s afraid of falling in love again. I wrapped him in my arms, never wanting to let him go.
“Jeff.”
“Yeah.”
“Will you stay with me tonight?”
His eyes met mine again. “Sierra.”
“I’ve been dreaming of just lying in your big strong arms. Is that too much to ask?”
“No.”
I stood, legs feeling like jello. I took his hand, leading him up to my bedroom. I pushed Jeff onto my bed. Quietly, he sat as I unbuttoned his red flannel shirt. My fingers traced along his muscular chest over his undershirt. Jeff gripped the side of my bed. I smiled on the inside. It felt good knowing he was restraining himself from me. Slowly, I kneeled before him, unbuckling his belt, slipping his jeans over his sculpted ass. The second I slid his pants down his thighs, my eyes were quickly greeted by his impressive erection. My eyes bulked. The ends of his lips curled upward.
This man might break me, I thought.
I stood with his clothes in tow.
“Do you want my boxers to?” He smirked.
I cleared my throat, waiting for my voice to find it’s exit. “Yes, but first let me grab a towel, so you can take a shower.”
I didn’t wait for him to say another word, I ran to the linen closet grabbed a large navy-blue towel.
Jeff stood to his feet upon my return, dropping his boxers to the floor, his huge cock popped to attention between us. I felt light headed. My ex-husband had a nice size dick, now I’ve graduated to a monster truck.
My eyes were glued to his hard-impressive dick. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I knew the second I did we’d be making love the entire weekend. Quickly, I snatched the boxers from his hand.
I was shocked at my behavior. Me being outspoken with a man. Taking the lead. All to be in his arms, hopefully forever.
“I’m going to wash your clothes. You can have them back in the morning.”
“Ok, I’m going to hop in the shower.”
He didn’t bother wrapping the towel around his waist. He carried the folded towel into the bathroom. My eyes were cemented on the chiseled muscles throughout his back, ass and legs. Fuck, this man’s body is a work of art.
What was I going to do? Stroking his dick is at the forefront of my mind. This couldn’t have happened on a better weekend.
My cell buzzed. After starting the load in the washing machine, I ran downstairs to the kitchen, retrieving my phone. I opened my messages. There was an adorable picture of my kids sitting on the private jet, with their ear phones on, plugged into their tablets watching their favorite shows, on their way to Dallas. Smiling from ear to ear, I began to miss them. I turned off all the lights downstairs before returning to my bedroom. Sitting at the end of the bed, I channel surfed until I found another tv show for us to watch.
Grabbing a pair of bed shorts and t-shirt from the dresser drawer, I hurriedly attempted to change out of my jeans into the shorts before Jeff exited the bathroom. No such luck.
He opened the door; his eyes fell on my ass. I paused for a moment, then continued to slip into my pink shorts and t-shirt.
Jeff stepped closer pulling me against him.
“What’s the matter?”
My eyes met his. “Jeff, you do realize we’ve seen each other three times this week?”
“Yes. What’s wrong with that?”
“We were only supposed to go on one date, not three, well four if we count tomorrow.”
“I told you, I want to be with you as much as I can.”
“Without sex?”
“For now. Admit it. If we have sex tonight. You’ll regret we didn’t wait. You’ll start second guessing our relationship.”
“Jeff, we don’t have a relationship.”
“You’ll start wondering will we make it? And if our relationship is based on sex.”
He ignored my relationship statement.
“I assure you our relationship will not be based on sex.”
His lips softly touched mine.
“Don’t over think it. I want you to be sure of what we have here. There is no one night stand. We are getting to know each other so our relationship can grow.”
“Jeff.”
I started to speak, he placed his index finger over my lips.
“Don’t. I told you I was broken. With your love one day. I hope I can be fixed.”
My heart beat quickened against his chest.
His lips grazed my ear.
Shit, I was losing myself to him, quick. My panties are now soaked. My finger nails dug into his chest.
“Sierra, do you think you can fix me?”
“Yes, Jeff. I’m falling so hard for you,” I whispered.
I swallowed what felt like cotton in my throat.
“I won’t hurt you Sierra. I only want to make you happy.”
His strong arms released me. I fell against the bed, because I was too weak to stand.
His words did summersaults in my brain. I can’t fall in love with him too fast. I have to slow down. Then I realized it’s too late. Jeff has stolen my heart.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SIERRA
“What’s wrong?”
Glancing up at him, I smiled.
“Nothing.”
I stood, grabbing the lotion off the dresser. “Have a seat.”
Jeff sat on the bed. I turned off the bright light overhead, then pressed the on button on the corner lamp. Sitting on my knees behind him. I began moisturizing his back. I wonder how far he will let me go? Will I be able to lotion his dick to? I smirked.
“When do you start your next project?”
Jeff sighed. “I’ve been passing up jobs for this huge project. We would build on a block. Apartments, office buildings, and a strip mall. It’s a million-dollar project.”
I could hear the excitement in his voice. I was happy for him.
“I really hope you get the contract.”
“Me too. If we don’t, I have a backup plan.”
I leaned in kissing his neck. “You’ve got the contract. I feel it!”
Squeezing a generous amount of lotion into my palm, I rubbed my hands together, then slowly ran my hands up and down both of his tatted arms repeatedly. I’m sure he is used to this kind of treatment. This has become second nature to me. Even though we had a personal masseuse at our service, my husband preferred I give him a massage.
I suppose I follow directions well. All I did was listen to him explain how hard to press on his pressure points. Busting concrete with a Jack Hammer must be strenuous, even though Jeff says he doesn’t do manual labor.
I’m sure at some point in his life he had to put in work. Slipping off the bed, I widened his legs sitting between them. Jeff didn’t say a word, just watched. I didn’t want to make eye contact, yet. Slowly, I massaged the lotion into his thighs. Jeff gripped the edge of the bed again, as his eyes closed, and his cock rose. What I was doing was working. I wanted him to be good and hard when I slipped my fingers around his thick dick. Getting used to rubbing him down is my plan. I love the way his muscular legs feel against my palms. My height allows me to sit my ass against my heels. Applying a new generous amount of lotion in my palms, I moved quick, placing my hands upon his dick, slipping my greedy fingers up and down his shaft with swift precision.
“Sierra!” he groaned.
His brown eyes peeked at me, and his tongue slowly licked his lips in a way that almost forced my mouth to swallow his dick the best I could. Shit, Jeff is fucking me up good. Naw, it wouldn’t be a good idea to have sex with him tonight. He looks like one of those giver types.
Emoni had one in college, it didn’t matter what she was doing, if the giver called she wa
s going to ride his dick, because she knew he was giving out orgasms every time. Yeah, Jeff looks like a giver. I could see it now. Me parked out in front of his house waiting for him to come home, so he could give me something I never had, multiple orgasms. Honestly, I would be happy with one, daily. I don’t have to have two. My husband gave me an orgasm every blue moon. Usually my electric rabbit toy could take care of that.
I will not kiss the head, because then he is going to expect me to give him head. I slowed my rhythm then increased my speed again. Cum spewed from the top of his dick like a volcano erupting. His cum looked creamy and delicious. My mouth clamped down over the head of his cock, and I sucked, then stroked my tongue up and down and around his huge dick, until I captured every last drop of his cum. He must eat lots of fruits because his cum tasted sweet, not bitter. I can’t wait until we have sex. I am going to suck his dick right.
I hopped up before he could say a word. I removed his clothes from the washing machine, then placed them into the dryer. Jogging down the steps, I slipped into the kitchen, retrieving two bottles of water from the fridge. I strolled back into my bedroom, not making eye contact. I turned off the lamp, slipped under the covers next to Jeff, placing a bottle of water in his hand. I hit play on the remote control, then drank down half the bottle of water.
I could feel his eyes on me. “That’s it? You jerk me off good and we aren’t supposed to talk for the rest of the night.”
“Jeff, don’t be silly. What is there to talk about?”
“That’s the third time I came today.”
My wide eyes fell on him.
“I jacked off twice in the shower, then you slickly got me off again.”
I smiled, pulling his arm around my shoulders.
“Sierra, you are trying to break me.”
“Jeff, how can I break what is already broken?”
He chuckled. “Ok, your time is coming.”
“When?” My eyebrows scrounged up, awaiting his answer.
“Soon.”
“How often do you jack off?”
“Never.”
“Oh.”
“Well…”
“Jeff, well what?”
“Until I met you.” His hand swept across his brow.
“I’ve been jacking off almost every day. That is what you do to me.”
