Open House (Kingston Bros.)

by Larson, Tamara

  Jackson was awe-struck. He hadn’t spent a lot of time with her but he knew Lacey usually dressed to camouflage her body. Except for that memorable afternoon she'd shown up in the sports bra and shorts, her clothes were usually al ittle too big, and somewhat shapeless. And for this he was eternally grateful because if he’d known what she was hiding under her T-shirts and jeans, he would have been walking around with a permanent erection all day and wouldn’t be able to get any work done at all.

  It was crude, but it was a fact. The girl had major curves. The cups of her bra were overflowing and he cupped those wonderful scoops of flesh with reverence. He was a breast man. He knew it was wrong to objectify women, but in his heart he was a caveman and he loved the sight of large, round, bouncy breasts way more than anything else in the world. The fact that she was wearing a dark green, lacy bra that just barely contained her nipples made him so hard he thought his cock was going to burst through his jeans.

  Her curves didn’t end with her breasts. Everything about her was soft and sweetly rounded. She had the body of a pin-up girl and he'd always had a thing for those exaggerated images of femininity from the 40s and 50s.

  And those matching green lace panties were going to haunt his fantasies for the rest of his life. It made him feel so honored that she would adorn her body like this, for him. Lacey was very much a functional, white cotton granny underpants kind of girl, but this morning, she'd dawned these frivolous scraps of lace with him in mind. He loved lingerie on a woman. Silky stuff, lacy stuff. It didn’t matter. It was like unwrapping a present and he couldn’t wait to see what she was hiding from him.

  “Your body is incredible,” he said, leaning down and licking one extremely tight nipple through the lace of her bra. He lightly pinched the other crest of her breast with his fingers as he sucked lace and her rosy flesh between his lips. Biting down gently on one nipple, he abandoned the other one just long enough to reach down with both hand and lift her legs until they were wrapped around his wide back. Then he trailed his short fingernails back up her stomach, past her delicate rib cage and to those wonderful breasts. He just couldn't stay away from them.

  Lacey writhed in response. The dress provided a bit of a barrier, but the sensation of cold granite beneath her and hot man above her as he licked her sensitive breasts was overwhelming. She moved her legs higher and this new angle put his hard, wool-covered cock right where she wanted it most. He began circling his hips against her again and she found that if she moved her hips and tightened her legs in rhythm with his movements, the friction was perfect and she felt herself beginning to lose control.

  “Oh God. Please don’t stop doing that. It’s so good,” she moaned, arching her back to bring her breasts more fully against his warm lips and blunt fingers.

  “You like that?” he asked, hitching his hips forward as he scooped both breasts out of their lace prison and squeezed them together. This created a deep valley that he licked as he imagined sliding his shaft between those satiny curves. But that was for later. He wanted to watch her come right now.

  “Yes, yes. Just like that. Don’t stop. Please.”

  "I won’t, baby. Not until you’re done.” He slid one hand between them and touched her sweet mound over those pretty green panties. He cupped her for a moment and then dipped one long finger into the moist heat of her. That was all it took and she was shuddering beneath him. She was so responsive, he couldn’t believe it. Was she actually having an orgasm just from dry-humping like teenagers? He could not wait to find out what happened when he got her naked. He might just die from the pleasure.

  Lacey’s surprisingly strong thighs stayed clamped around him so tightly that it was actually painful. He didn't usually enjoy pain mixed in with his pleasure, but it was a welcome distraction from how her body was trembling around him.

  “You’re not too cold, are you?” He asked when she finally released the stranglehold she had on his hips. He was still standing between her thighs, hard as a two-by-four and not about to let this moment end.

  “No, I’m actually unbelievable hot. That was so good. But what about you?” She said, raising her body up on one elbow, she was able to trail her other hand down his sculpted abdomen, and slide her small palm between their bodies until she was finally cupping his hardness through his jeans. “Is there room for you up here? I want to touch you too, you know. In fact, I can’t wait much longer.”

  And it was true. She really did want to explore him, desperately. She was wildly curious about his body. Everything else was so perfect. Could he also have the perfect penis? What if he was scary big? Or she’d heard about some men having members that curved to the side, or had a weird bend in the middle. Or a giant mushroom head. Yuck.

  Being a nurse she’d seen all kinds. And it was true, penises weren’t very impressive or even interesting on patients. Seen one, seen them all. But she’d only been intimate with two men before Jack, and she had never really been all that interested in their bodies. At least not that part of their bodies they were so preoccupied with. But with Jack, it was different. His body was completely fascinating to her. From his warm, hair-roughened skin to his big, callused hands and gorgeously small, rounded ass, it was all like an amusement park to her that she couldn't wait to explore. And his penis was the main attraction.

  Jack moved back a few inches so he could unbuckle his belt. Lacey was staring intently below his waist, rubbing him gently through his clothing and waiting impatiently. He unzipped and was thrilled when she reached her hand inside and touched him over his grey cotton briefs. Oh God. Had anything ever felt so good? Touching himself paled in comparison to her fingers brushing against him. He gritted his teeth and willed the tightening in his balls to stop. It would be really humiliating if he shot his load into his underginch. To distract himself and her he grabbed the hand that had been caressing him and brought it to his lips.

  But Lacey would not be distracted. She removed her hand from his lips and replaced it with her open mouth, thrusting her tongue between his lips as she reached down with both hands and began sliding his underwear and slacks down his tight hips. She leaned back and watched as his beautiful cock was revealed. She was not disappointed.

  His penis was large, yes, but not freak show material. It curved upward, nearly to his navel, and was so thick she was a little concerned about the logistics of how her body was going to accommodate it. Her pussy was certainly doing its part to supply the lubricant, but the prospect of being penetrated by that huge column of flesh was still somewhat daunting and yet wildly exciting too.

  Lacey gripped him lightly in the fist of one hand and pumped his flesh, sliding her hand slowly up and down his length. Jack's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at her touch. It was so good, but he needed more. He reached down and tightened her grip on his shaft, showing her exactly how he liked it. "Yeah," he rasped. "That's good. Just like that." He guided his hand around hers and she quickly caught onto the rhythm he needed from her. Removing his hand he reached around her, slid both palms inside the back of her panties and squeezed her ass cheeks. "Harder," he said, his breath now hot and moist against her neck.

  Jack leaned back and began moving his hips in cadence with the movement of her hand, watching her face as she pleasured him. His movements became faster and wilder, and Lacey seemed quite excited by the sight of jerking him off. Her eyes were dilated and her mouth was open as she watched his cock slide through her fingers. He really couldn't take much more of this. It felt so incredibly good and she was so beautiful in her excitement that he didn't want to stop. But he wanted to be inside her when he came and that wasn't going to happen if she kept touching him like that.

  "We've got to stop. Please, Lacey." He groaned, closing his eyes against the image of her flushed cheeks and spread thighs. It was torture, but he stopped moving his hips and reluctantly removed his hands from her lush bottom.

  "You don't like it? Am I doing it wrong? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Lacey asked, stopping the movement of her
hand immediately. But she couldn't quite let him go. His penis was fascinating, so big and hard and silky, and she found it incredibly exciting to touch him like this. She'd only done this a few times in high school, and had felt demeaned by the experience. Doing this, here, with Jack, felt positively empowering and erotic as hell.

  "No, just the opposite. But I'm going to embarrass myself and mess this up if I let you do that anymore." He gently removed Lacey's hand from his aching shaft. She whimpered in protest, but he placed one of his hands on her chin and angled her face upto his. He kissed her deeply, and she threw her arms around his shoulders, nestling her incredible breasts into his chest again. He savored the feeling of her those partially covered mounds thrust against him for a moment, but could not wait another second to get her naked. Reaching around behind her, he unsnapped her bra and slid the straps down her arms.

  "These are so pretty," he said against her lips as reached down and squeezed her unencumbered breasts with both hands. He played with her nipples for a moment, trying to gain some control over his body. But it was a lost cause. Everything about her seemed engineered to drive him over the edge. Everywhere he looked or touched made his excitement grow. But there was something he needed to do before he could let go, and give into his need to fuck her, fuck her hard.

  He leaned down and brought one perfect pink nipple upto his lips. He traced it with his tongue, around and around, until he heard Lacey gasp his name and felt her grasp the back of his hair with both hands. Sliding down to his knees between her thighs he began kissing his way down her torso, slipping his tongue into her navel as he trailed his hands down her smooth legs.

  He was distracted for a moment by the knowledge that she was still wearing her black boots. The feel of that cool leather was a sharp contrast to her warm flesh, and he wanted to stop and remove them, to feel more of her skin, but wasting anymore time wasn't an option at this point. Besides, the sight of her clad only in her panties and those high-heeled boots was weirdly provocative, and exciting. His rock hard penis agreed, so he left them alone and slid both hands up her thighs until he was petting her wet pussy through those sexy green panties.

  "Take them off," Lacey demanded. "I can't take anymore. Please."

  "But I like them." Jackson said, playfully looking up at her from his position between her legs. He leaned forward and breathed against the juncture of her thighs, his warm breath caressing her through the lace. "Maybe you should leave them on."

  Lacey was dismayed. He couldn't be serious. Those panties had to go. Fine, she would take matters into her own hands. Lord knows she'd had plenty of practice with that over the past few months. She reached down and began sliding the panties down her hips.

  Jack caught her hands and placed them beside her hips on the edge of the countertop. "Just let me play for a minute and then we'll take them off, okay?"

  Every word was said against her pussy and the feel of his lips delicately caressing her through those damn panties was electric. "Okay, but you know you'll pay for this later, right?"

  "Trust me. I'm paying for it right now. My dick feels like it's about to burst," he said wryly, sliding his thumbs along her hipbones, he licked along the edge of her panties.

  She giggled, partly in response to his condition, and partly because of his ticklish touch. "Well, who's to blame for that? Captain Foreplay!"

  "Actually, it's your fault. I've been fantasizing about finally getting you naked for months. Now that I do, I want don't want to miss anything. Especially getting my hands on this sweet pussy." Instead of taking the panties off, he slid them to the side and opened her gently with his thumbs. He looked at her for a moment and was shocked to find that she was completely hairless. She had shaved or waxed all of it away. He had never seen such a thing outside of one of his brother's magazines. On those women it had looked odd, prepubescent and kind of like a plucked chicken, but on Lacey it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Like the underwear, she had done this to please him. He felt humbled by her sacrifice. And oh so horny.

  He breathed in her essence. She was so wet and flushed a delicate pink. He could see everything and was struck by how truly beautiful a woman's body could be. He licked at her opening, tasting her and groaned at the flavor. She was unbelievably sweet. All restraint finally left him and he buried his face between her thighs, only half aware that she had moved her thighs until they bracketed his head. He could feel the leather of her boots against his back and even the pinpoints of her heels digging into his flesh. But it was all secondary to the sensation of her warm, slippery flesh against his tongue.

  "Jack?" Lacey cried out as he slid one long finger into her pussy. Her inner muscles tightened and he licked delicately around her exposed clit, moving his finger slowly in and out of her, loving the way she moved her hips in tandem with his rhythm in order to maximize the penetration. On the second or third retreat he added another finger and her movements became frenzied and out of control. Finally, he swiped directly at her clit with his tongue and she came apart, crying and grasping his head tightly with her thighs and yanking his hair in both her hands.

  As soon as her grip loosened, Jack was up off his knees. Without another moment's hesitation, he lifted her thighs high up around his waist and impaled her in one sure thrust.

  Oh God. It was so good. Even better than he'd imagined.

  Lacey was overwhelmed with sensation. One second she had been having a truly intense orgasm from Jack's expert oral skills and the next she was being ravaged by a barbarian. She loved it. All his restraint was gone and he was pumping inside of her with wild abandon. The strength of his thrusts actually moved her hips along the granite. She was completely at his mercy and wouldn't have it any other way. His deep and forceful penetration should have been painful, but he had prepared her body so thoroughly that she was easily able to accommodate his driving pace.

  She tightened her thighs around him and the friction began to work its magic. She was going to come again. She looked up at his gorgeous face and was thrilled at the intensity in his gaze. He was looking down, watching his cock plundering her body. It was so good. Lacey leaned back and reached above her, luxuriating in the feeling of being so thoroughly pleasured by this man. Of their own accord, her hips began bucking against him, and she was powerless against the wave of sensation that flooded her body once again.

  Jack felt Lacey's orgasm along the entire length of his shaft. She rippled around him and her cry of release was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. Finally, he could let go. He lifted her thighs higher up around his back, and drove into her, fucking her with all the pent up desire and frustration of the past several months. It was intense and primal and definitely the best sex of his entire life. He felt the tightening in his balls, and then unbelievable waves of pleasure. His hoarse cry echoed in the empty room and he slumped forward, resting his head against her breasts, only half aware of her hands creeping up to cradle him there.

  "God, Lacey, I'm so sorry," Jack whispered against her breasts a few minutes later, when his harsh breathing had settled and he was able to speak. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

  Lacey laughed and slid one hand through his silky hair. "No, you didn't hurt me at all. And you don't need to apologize for a thing. I loved every second."

  "Seriously? I know I'm too rough. It's not an excuse, but I was so excited and it's been so long. I totally lost it." He lifted his head up from her chest and helped her to sit up, but remained between her thighs. The polite thing to do would have been to disentangle himself, but he just couldn't do it. She felt amazing around his shaft and he didn't seem to be going soft, despite the amazing orgasm he'd just had. Perhaps if they tried again he could be gentle and not disappoint her.

  "Jack, listen to me." She ran the fingertips of one hand over his lips and caught his eyes with hers. "Rough or gentle. I love what just happened between us. And the fact that I make you so excited that you can't control yourself makes me incredibly hot. Couldn't you tell?"

  "Well,
you did practically suffocate me with your thighs at one point, but I can't think of a better way to go."

  Blushing, she covered her face with one hand. "Well, it's been awhile for me too. But I'll try not to put you in a headlock next time."

  "Next time? Meaning this wasn't just some isolated event brought on by months of prolonged frustration?"

  "Well, partly that. But like we said before. I think there's something here. Something good. More than sex. What do you think?"

  He paused and looked down at where they were still joined. Reluctantly, he gently disentangled himself and reached down to pull his pants up around his hips. It just didn't feel right to talk about this while still cradled in her moist heat. But he stilled her hands as she moved to gather her dress around her, stopping her from covering up those delicious curves. He could use her beauty as a distraction and hopefully wouldn't get too emotional.

  He cleared his throat and brushed her hair off her face with one large warm hand so he could read her expression. "Well, when we met, I didn't really think I was capable of more than the sex part. Losing Deborah and the baby did something to me --"

  "Baby? What baby?"

  "My son. The one who died in the car accident."

  "What car accident?"

  Jack stared at her in shock. How could she not know about this? It had been all over the news. "The one two years ago that killed Deborah. She was eight months pregnant. And I was driving."

  "What?" Lacey nearly shouted.

  "Didn't Serena tell you about this?"

  "No, of course not. Do you think I would have been lusting after you if I'd known you were just widowed?" She moved to grab for her dress again, but he kept an iron grip on her hands. She grunted in exasperation, suddenly feeling naked in a very bad way.

  Jack knew he should let her get dressed. But as long as she was nude she wouldn't be able to leave and walk out on him. He just couldn't face that kind of rejection. Not again. And especially not after finally making love to her after all this time. But he felt her slipping away from him and it made him feel desperate and angry so he lashed out. "Oh. I get it. Too much baggage. I'm sorry if my grief isn't very attractive. I had no idea it was such a mood killer."