At Ease

by Olivia Brynn

  “I’m in uniform,” he whispered.

  Jaycee swallowed. “Yes.”

  “That means I have to follow a different set of rules.”

  “Oh.” She dropped her gaze to his chest. Her hands were already toying with the buttons on the jacket. Why stop now? “So…maybe we should take this off?” The first button slipped free.

  Tyler chuckled, his face brightening with amusement. The sound filled her with a power she didn’t know she lacked until just now. “I don’t know if that counts, but I like the way you think.” He pulled back enough to give her a solemn look. “You know what you’re doing?”

  She nodded slowly. Seriously. “I want this. I want you. Now.” From the dust bunnies in the corner, she could tell no one wandered behind the stairs. Why would they? It was a dark and dingy cove, and one would have to go well out of their way to find them.

  The few voices that bounced off the hallway walls soon disappeared behind the sound of closing doors and the building went silent. Other than the rhythmic sound of Tyler’s breathing, and Jaycee’s pounding heart.

  “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. We can just—”

  “It’s okay. I’m not afraid. Just kiss me.”

  He took his time, first nibbling at her jawline, then her neck. His mouth warm and soft, yet insistent. Strange whining sounds bubbled from her throat. He released one shoulder to cover her throat with one strong hand.

  Good lord, she was at his mercy. The man had enough strength to seriously hurt her, but there was nothing but calm beneath the power. The combination sent her heart into staccato. Finally he covered her lips with his, sending his tongue deep into her mouth. Jaycee tilted her head to accommodate his desire. He took her lower lip between his teeth and Jaycee clamored to get closer. He caressed her neck with his strong fingers, and then followed with his lips.

  “I’ve been watching you all semester. I thought maybe you didn’t like black guys.” He nibbled her earlobe as he spoke. Jaycee had to hold on to his shoulders so she wouldn’t melt into a puddle beneath the stairs.

  “And I thought you didn’t like white women.”

  “Okay, so we were both wrong. Let me show you what I like about white women.” His hands went to work on the button of her jeans.

  Jaycee gasped. The back of her head hit the wall when she jerked in surprise.

  “Yeah, it’s wrong,” he whispered, his voice smooth and sinful. “I’m gonna touch you right here under the stairs. I’m gonna make you come.” He unzipped her fly and slipped his hand inside. “And you barely know me. Does that scare you?”

  Jaycee shook her head without hesitation. He was wrong. She knew him. From his class schedule to the fact that he could bench two-twenty without breaking a sweat. She knew he liked his coffee with sugar, and he preferred beef to chicken. And if her fantasies were to be believed, she knew the sounds he made when he was close to orgasm.

  He cupped her mound with his hand. Two fingers rubbed the fabric of her panties, seeking entrance. “It’s wrong, but you want me to, don’t ya, girl? You want my fingers inside you.”

  Jaycee whimpered. “Yes.”

  “Oh yeah, tell me you keep some hair.”

  “See for yourself.”

  He deftly readjusted and slid two fingers down her strip of pubic hair. He hissed against her ear, and when the tips of his digits found her clit, she echoed him.

  “Yeah, that’s what I like. Silky hair. Jesus, you’re wet.”

  “For you.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and he growled in response. She slipped the end of his black belt through the buckle.

  “No, girl. You can’t touch.” He gathered her wrists in his right hand, pinned them above her head, then returned his left hand to tease her pussy.

  “That’s not fair.” She wasn’t going to complain much. Not when this man was devouring her a millimeter at a time.

  “You touch me and I’ll lose it,” he whispered. “I want to make you come first.”

  Jaycee sighed. She tilted her hips into his hand until he slipped one long finger from her clit to her entrance. “Jesus, Tyler.”

  “You like that?” His breath was so hot in her ear.

  “Yes I like it— Oh…” Another finger followed the first, and they both curled inside her, making Jaycee moan at the ecstasy he pulled out of her with that one deft movement.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous. Especially when you’re riding my hand. I can’t wait to see what you look like when you come for me.”

  He rested his forehead against hers while his fingers twisted and stroked inside her. He wasn’t able to move much with her jeans as they were, but damn…the man knew right where to go. She felt each stroke reverberate up to her chest and down her legs.

  “So slick and warm. I want to push my cock in that heat. I’ve wanted inside you for so long.” His soft lips moved against her mouth and she turned to capture the top one between her teeth.

  “I want you inside me.” Jaycee never begged, but she wasn’t above it now.

  “Come for me and I’ll get there. I’m so fucking hard, girl. I’m going to spill as soon as I get in. I need to make sure you’re taken care of first.”

  His thumb put a serious swirl on her clit, and his two fingers twisted and rubbed inside her, pressing against her sweet spot. Damn, this was the first man who didn’t need a freaking map to find it. “God, yes, Tyler. Just like that.”

  He was breathing through his mouth, small sounds of hunger escaped with each exhale. His enjoyment of the act put Jaycee over the edge. She reared back, her toes curled, and she looked him directly in the eye. The first wave of pleasure hit her hard. It seized each muscle in her abdomen and weakened her knees. The spasms that followed lit tiny flares in her womb and sizzled beneath her skin. Tyler’s movements slowed with each one, until he held her pussy in his palm, his fingers resting inside her.

  “That was damn sweet, Jaycee. I can still feel you.” He wiggled his digits. “I need to be here.”

  Jaycee wasn’t sure she could speak. Each cell in her body was pulsing, but she managed to make one word understandable as she exhaled. “Now.”

  He released his hold on her hands, but he didn’t move away from her pussy. “Touch me.”

  No problem. Her hands went straight for that belt and pulled it free. The pants had a more difficult fastener than she was prepared for, but after a little fumbling, she was able to spread open his fly and reach inside. “Oh yeah.”

  She resisted looking down at what her fingers found. Like a gift that she couldn’t wait to open, she savored the anticipation. His cock had to be leaking a river of pre-cum, it had left a spot on his underwear.

  She traced the wet circle, using the edge of her fingernail to create some vibration on the fabric stretched so tight against his cock. Heat filled her hand when she stroked the swollen flesh. She only looked away from his passion-filled eyes when they slid closed.

  He was big. Even from the outline beneath his navy underwear, she could make out his thick mushroom head and the girth of his pole. She teased him through the fabric, tickling each inch that she could reach until she had to stuff her hand down his pants to find his balls.

  Taking encouragement from his hot breath against her ear, Jaycee peeled the waistband over him, exposing his stiff penis. A bead of pearly white moisture grew as she watched.

  “You’re beautiful to look at, Tyler.”

  His hips pumped against her hands, but he didn’t say a word. Her white fingers did look good against the dark skin of his cock. She used her fingertip to trace each dip on his head, each valley beneath and each vein snaking down his cock length and disappearing into the shadow of his starched slacks. She dipped her thumb in the cum that clung to his slit and used that to paint erotic messages on his skin.

  “Enough,” he growled. “Grab my wallet. Back pocket.”

  Jaycee brought both hands around his waist and slid them down to cover each ass cheek. She found the wallet right away in his left bac
k pocket, but she continued exploring his tight butt until he tightened those delicious muscles.

  “Please. I can’t wait. I need inside.”

  She took pity on him and pulled out the leather billfold. He took it from her, and without releasing her gaze, he pulled a condom out of it with his teeth, making her smile. He handed her the wallet, she put it back, he tore open the package, and she rolled it on, all without words. Just silent messages sent from her blue eyes to his brown.

  One more check over his shoulder and he leaned against her, imprinting her with each muscle in his body. “We’ll have to make it fast.”

  “Not too fast.”

  “Slower next time, girl. For now you’ve got me so damn hot for you I can’t promise anything.”

  Next time? Jaycee’s heart skittered at the implication but she refused to dwell on it. Never trust a man’s words spoken in the throes of passion.

  He covered her mouth with his, spearing her again with that delicious thick tongue. Jaycee suckled it deeper. He spread his feet and leaned against her just as he took her jeans past her waist in one swift tug.

  The cinderblock chilled her back, but she didn’t have time to think about that, or worry that she was now indecently exposed in a public place. The head of his cock nudged at her opening and she adjusted her stance enough to accept his entrance.

  With one smooth flick of his hips, he slid inside. Jaycee stretched around him and she swore she could feel him in her chest. She felt so…full.

  “Oh…Tyler…Jesus.” She reveled in the sensation.

  He pulled back enough for her to see him clearly. Her hands clenched his biceps and she blinked up at him.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  She fought the urge to laugh. “No. You’re just…big.”

  He grunted. She hadn’t meant to stroke his ego but he was big. He filled her from lips to womb, and the sensation of his movements when he stroked her reminded her of a flower blooming.

  “You’re tight. God, feels so fucking good.” He stopped moving and panted, hot moist breath washing over her face. For a quick interlude against a wall, he seemed to be emotionally invested. More than she would have thought. His enjoyment of her only ramped up her desire.

  He thrust inside her again. Long slow drags that took him out to the swollen flesh of her entrance, then back in to fill up her channel. Each stroke was like a long French kiss. Jaycee couldn’t look away from his face and those eyes so filled with lust. For her.

  His hands cupped her ass and she couldn’t help but imagine how hot they would look denting her tender flesh. Her every fantasy was playing out and she couldn’t focus on any one part of the act enough to soak it in to save it for later. He released her butt to slip his hands beneath her tee shirt, eliciting a wave of goose bumps spreading across her torso. He slipped his thumbs beneath her bra and teased the bottom curve of her breasts.

  “Love your tits.”

  A door closed. From a few floors up—there was no way to tell how many—a man’s voice and one set of decisive footsteps were making their way down the concrete stairs, echoing off the bare walls. He must be on the phone.

  On his way downstairs. Oh God. Jaycee’s jaw dropped and her eyes popped open wide.

  Tyler only smiled. A devilish grin that showed off his straight white teeth. He wrapped both arms around her, engulfing her in a big embrace. She was now hidden behind his frame and his mouth stifled anything she might have said, silencing her with his masterful kiss. Then he pumped, quick pistoning strokes that filled her, and almost made her forget everything else.

  When the guy on the stairs reached the floor directly above her head, Tyler shuddered and surged inside her. She could feel each pulsing release as cum shot into the end of the condom. He paused only a moment before he pulled out and peeled off the condom. He tied it in a knot, stuffed it in his pocket, hiked his slacks back up, and gestured for her to do the same.

  The man on the phone paused on the landing above. “I’m just leaving the building. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” their intruder continued. “Order me a cup of coffee.”

  Jaycee frantically zipped her jeans and smoothed her shirt. She’d barely finished putting herself together when he walked down the steps beside them. She held her breath. The guy walked around the corner and right next to them. Jaycee ducked her head and tried to straighten her mussed hair, acting nonchalant and praying that he would just keep on walking out through the exit door. No such luck.

  “Jaycee?”

  She looked up to find her math professor with one eyebrow raised and giving Tyler a suspicious look.

  “Hi, Professor Ryan.”

  “Everything okay?” He spoke to her, but his gaze never left Tyler.

  It must look as though she were being accosted, the way she was up against a wall with Tyler blocking her exit with his body. Jaycee stepped around Tyler’s imposing frame.

  “Everything’s great,” Tyler answered for her, winking down.

  She resisted sending Tyler a naughty grin. Could her professor smell the sex in the air? How much trouble could they get in for having sex in the classroom building? Heat burned her cheeks. “Mr. Johnson and I were just discussing our psychology homework.”

  Professor Ryan’s lips tightened, and his gaze bounced from her to Tyler and back a few times. “I think you’d better break it up.”

  “We were just leaving,” Tyler picked up their backpacks and threw them both over his shoulder.

  She smothered her laughter and held on to Tyler’s hand, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

  When they were sufficiently out of earshot, she finally laughed out loud. “Oh my God, that was close! I really thought that he’d…um… Where are we going?”

  “My place.”

  Chapter Two

  His one-bedroom apartment was sparsely furnished but functional. It looked like the typical bachelor pad, but cleaner than she would have expected. There wasn’t any dirty laundry on the floor, but there was a collection of pizza boxes stacked next to the refrigerator. His television screen took up almost an entire wall, big enough to be seen from across the street, proving where his priorities lay.

  “I’d think you were compensating, but I already know better.”

  He narrowed his eyes and tossed their backpacks onto a chair before sauntering toward her. Jaycee almost commented on the huge subwoofer before he pulled her into his bedroom, wrapped her in his strong arms and kissed her. “Smart-ass.”

  She couldn’t have said a word after that. With the first swipe of his tongue inside her mouth, her muscles all but melted and she forgot that she needed to breathe. He pulled back to cradle her face in his hands.

  “I don’t want to scare you. I know this is going fast, but if you want me to stop, or you change your mind and want to leave, I won’t try to stop you.”

  She smiled at the concern in his eyes. The trip to his apartment had been anything but awkward. The conversation came easily and he held her hand as if they’d been seeing each other for months, rather than moments.

  Things were going fast, but rather than frightening her, the crazy pace filled her with adrenaline. And lust. If this attraction he felt for her only lasted for the next few hours, she wanted to be sure to tap it for all it was worth.

  “I’m not going anywhere.” She kept his gaze captive and slowly peeled his jacket away from his shoulders. “Especially before I get to see what’s underneath this uniform.”

  He kissed her again, managing to pull his arms from his jacket sleeves at the same time. Once free, he angled her chin for better access.

  Jaycee tossed his uniform jacket onto the back of a chair, then hooked one ankle around his calf, trusting him to keep them both upright, and tilted her hips as close as possible to his. The buttons on his shirt didn’t slip through their holes as easily as she’d hoped, especially given the limited room that she had to work between their chests, and her hands weren’t as steady as they could be. Still, she managed to r
each the waistband of his slacks and pull the tails of his shirt free.

  Tyler slipped his hands beneath her shirt and pulled it up under her arms, then rubbed his hands along her skin. One long finger slipped beneath the cup of her bra, smoothing a line from one breast to the other, his knuckle denting her flesh, causing her nipple to scrape against the lace.

  “Ty…yes…” She peeled his shirt from his shoulders, then tossed her own away to work on his undershirt. The only thing that got in the way of her stripping him was her real need to have her mouth on his.

  He kicked his shoes off just as she stepped out of her jeans. By the time he pulled her across the room toward his bed, she’d struggled out of her underwear. He tossed aside the comforter, sat on the bed and guided her to stand between his knees.

  “Your skin.” He brought her hand to his lips and tickled it with his tongue. “I just love how damn soft you are.” He drew sensuous designs on her palm before working his way up her arm.

  “I can’t believe this,” she whispered.

  Tyler leaned in to capture one nipple in his lips. “Can’t believe what?”

  “This,” she groaned when he painted the tip of her nipple with his tongue. “You. With me.” She dug all ten fingers into his broad shoulders as he continued his seduction of her breast. “Like this.”

  “I’ve thought about it a lot, girl. My fantasies weren’t anywhere as good as this reality though.” He latched on and suckled her, pulling tight strings of pleasure from her core.

  She pushed him onto his back and took control, climbing onto the edge of the bed, straddling his hips and dropping long tasting kisses across his chest.

  “I like your skin too.” God, he smelled good.

  Tyler wrapped her hair around his fist, but still allowed her the freedom to explore. She gave his nipples the same homage that he’d paid hers. They stiffened with her attention, and when she worried one with her teeth, he released a long hiss.

  “God, then there’s your mouth. You’ve got some talented lips.”

  His voice rumbled beneath her lips and she splayed one hand across his breastbone to capture the vibrations. She hummed and moved down his chest, licking and nibbling down until she reached his navel. His cock nestled between her breasts and he rocked his hips up against her.