Open House (Kingston Bros.)

by Larson, Tamara

  Without a word, he paused just long enough to rid himself of his jeans, stepped over the ledge of the tub and settled his body in the huge garden tub across from her. She squealed as the water level rose alarmingly, but didn't overflow.

  "Jack! What are you doing?" she laughed, pinching his ankle as he settled his legs on either side of her much shorter ones.

  He grinned and took a handful of bubbles and blew them in her direction. "I thought I heard someone torturing cats in here, so I came to the rescue. Turns out it was just you, singing along to your iPod." He laughed as she splashed him, and caressed her smooth calves under the water. "Seriously, you looked like you were having fun, so I thought I'd join you. Do you want me to wash your back, or do you actually want me to inspect some faulty tile work?"

  "Actually, I think I want you to wash my front," she said, smiling coquettishly as she boldly peeled away the washcloth to reveal her breasts.

  Jack gulped and leaned forward to grasp her beneath her knees, pulling her forward until her thighs were on either side of his thighs. He gasped as her warm, wet flesh molded to his hard cock. The sensation of being able to feel her heat, combined with the water and the cotton barrier of his underwear between them was unbearably erotic, but he wanted to keep this light and fun, rather than intense and rough like last time, so he fought his impulse to just unleash his penis from his jockeys and thrust home like a beast.

  Taking the washcloth from her hand, he grabbed a bar of soap from the edge of the tub and began soaping the cloth. He looked at her breasts in a manner that was supposed to be speculative rather than hungry, but failed miserably. "Yes, your breasts are extremely dirty. It's a good thing you called me to help," he said, rubbing the rough cotton across her clean white mounds in a gentle figure eight that never quite touched her nipples.

  "How about you?" Lacey gasped, rocking against his erection. "Do you need help washing anything?"

  "Umm...somehow saying my dick is dirty, doesn't sound very sexy, so I think I'll just wash your gorgeous body and keep my dirty talk to a minimum," he said, leaning down to tongue one hard nipple.

  "Maybe you're right about that," she laughed, running her hands across his hard chest. "But I'm more than happy to do my part. Especially if it includes getting my hands on you again."

  "But your hands are already on me." He teased.

  "You know, down there." She ducked her head in embarrassment.

  "I can't believe it. You're a nurse, and you can't say 'penis.'" He said, incredulously.

  "I can say 'penis.' I just can't say the other words for it."

  "Are you serious? I love it that you can talk so matter of factly about anal abscesses and prolonged erections, but can't say 'cock.'"

  "I can so."

  "Do it then. It would make me really happy, not to mention really hard, if you just said 'cock' or 'dick' or 'love hammer' just once."

  "You're already really hard," she said, grinding against him sinuously to make him groan. "And I am not saying 'love hammer.'"

  "You just did!"

  "You're ridiculous. How did we go from dirty talk to this?"

  "I don't know, but I'm having a lot of fun. And I'm really glad I'm here."

  "Between my thighs?"

  "Well, yes. But with you. That's exactly where I want to be. Between your thighs or not. I love being with you. How about you?"

  "Yes, I love it when you're between my thighs," she said, squeezing his hips for emphasis.

  "No, really. Is this what you want? Me? Here? With you?"

  "Jack, how can you even ask that? Things just got really complicated and messed up. I needed some time. But I never stopped wanting you. I don't think I ever will."

  "Good. Because I can't wait anymore. I need you, Lacey." Pulling her forward until her breasts were smashed against his chest, he threw the pink washcloth across the tub where it landed with a plop and a small splash. Grasping her jaw in one hand, he tilted her head up and kissed her voraciously, saying with his lips what he'd been trying to communicate with words. His need for her was out of control, barely restrained, as he ate at her mouth with primal hunger.

  Lacey writhed against him in response, grasping the ledge of the tub behind Jack's head for leverage. Pulling back from his kiss, she slid up in the water until her knees were on either side of his hips, and she was able to control their rhythm. Feeling like a goddess, she began riding him in earnest, sliding up and down his erection, feeling every inch of his hard cock against her pussy. The cotton between them prevented complete penetration and it was deliciously exciting to feel so much of him but not everything. She started off slowly, just teasing them both with a long glide from top to bottom of his straining erection. Loving the sound of his groans, she put her hands on his shoulders and altered her movement, arching her back to grind her hips in a slow circle that made her sigh with pleasure.

  She felt fevered as she ran her hands over his chest and down his defined abs to his waistband. She reared back just enough to slide his underwear down his hips and unleash his cock. She feathered her warm, wet fingers over the head of his erection and then angled her hips so she could resume their dance, sliding against him skin to skin now.

  Jack wanted to let Lacey take the lead. He really did. She looked so lovely, covered in bubbles and moving so sensuously. Her nipples were hard little buds in the cool air, and he felt hypnotized as he watched them sway and bob. Her hair had been piled on top of her head when he climbed in the tub, but now small tendrils of it were loose, and they trailed down her neck and framed her gorgeous breasts, emphasizing their round, full curves and maddeningly upthrust nipples.

  He could watch her pleasure herself against him for hours, if it wasn't so much like erotic torture. She was moving much too slowly. He needed to thrust and take control, increase the friction until he came. This long, slow grind was surely killing him. It was cruel to be so close to her sweet pussy without being inside her. Unable to take anymore he reached down and grasped her hips, bringing her heat tightly against his hardness, but still without penetrating her. He began bucking his hips upward, while sliding her hot slit downward, meeting his rhythm and increasing the tempo until she took over and met him thrust for thrust.

  "Oh God. Jack. That's so good," she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders, and bouncing so enthusiastically that water began sloshing over the edge of the tub.

  Jack reached between them and parted her slippery lower lips, allowing the head of his penis to rub against her clit as she rode him with increasing urgency. Suddenly, she went still and her body stiffened. Throwing her head back she exposed her lovely throat, crying out his name as she convulsed around him and collapsed against his chest.

  Jack gave Lacey a few moments to recover, but he really couldn't wait too much longer. Wanting to be gentle, he carefully stood up in the cooling water. Keeping Lacey's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he stepped over the tub ledge as water sluiced off them both. Not even bothering to dry off, he quickly snagged a towel and carried Lacey into the bedroom.

  The huge bed was covered in white cotton sheets. He hesitated, not wanting to ruin them with their wet bodies, but not really caring too much at this point. He dropped Lacey on the foot of the bed, and smiled wickedly as she looked up at him.

  "You're soaking wet, Jack," she said, licking her lips as she watched a stray bubble sliding its way down his sculpted abdominal muscles.

  He slowly toweled the moisture from his chest and arms, leaving his rock hard erection exposed to her hungry gaze. "I could say the same for you. You're way wetter than I am," he said, dropping the towel and reaching down to cup her between her legs.

  "Well, I was in the tub a lot longer than you were."

  "Hmm... and that's why you're so wet? What were you doing in there all by yourself?"

  "Thinking about you."

  "And what exactly were you thinking about me?"

  "I was thinking about how wasteful it is for one person to be using that giant tub a
ll alone. And how I would feel better about it if you were there to share it."

  "You were thinking about the environment and that's why you were so wet?"

  "Okay, I was thinking about other things too."

  "Like?"

  "How much I love your body. And how much I'd like to do this again." She reached up and grasped his penis, pumping it in her fist.

  "Ah, I get it now. Thinking about my love hammer made you wet."

  "Wow, that is such an unsexy term. Let's never use it again. Okay?" She laughed, sitting up on the edge of the bed she lowered her head until her lips hovered over his erection.

  Jack put one of his hands in her hair and guided her mouth forward until her breath feathered over the head of his cock. She didn't seem very sure of herself, but watching her as she flicked her tongue out and lapped at him was easily the most erotic thing he'd ever seen in his life. Growing bolder, she traced the vein on the underside of his shaft with just the tip of her tongue. He gasped as she gripped him tightly with one hand while sliding the other up his sensitive inner thighs until she cupped his balls gently. God, she was beautiful.

  Lacey licked Jack's erection from base to tip and then circled the head with her tongue. She was hardly an expert at this but she wanted to make him wild for her, so she enfolded his very hard cock in her mouth and slowly slid her lips down, down until he was as far back as she could bring him without gagging. She heard Jack's breath hiss between his lips and looked up at his gorgeous face. He was watching her as she developed a slow and tantalizing rhythm, adding her hand as an extension of her mouth she gripped him tightly and gradually increased the pace of her movements.

  Jack was at his limit again. Was there anything better than a gorgeous woman with her lips wrapped around his dick? Only one thing that he could think of, and that would be her sweet pussy. Not able to stop quite yet, he gripped her hair in both hands and began fucking her mouth in earnest, pistoning his hips in fast, shallow lunges that he could barely control. That tingling in his balls began and he gasped as he felt his orgasm approaching with almost alarming speed and power. Throwing his head back, he stopped moving and gasped Lacey's name. He'd barely been able to stop it this time.

  He pulled away from Lacey's grasp. "I want you in the middle of the bed," he rasped, gripping his own erection in one fist and watching as Lacey moved to the center of the bed. She parted her lovely legs in invitation and watched him touch himself hungrily.

  Instead of pouncing on her immediately, he climbed onto the bed and lay down beside her. He propped his head on one hand and and kissed her upturned mouth, sweetly. His penis was like an iron bar against her soft smooth hip, and he flexed against her, loving the feel of her satiny skin. He ignored the urgency in his blood and reached down to fondle one beautiful breast, teasing the nipple into hardness, and then moving his hand to the other, and molding its generous curve as well.

  "Jack, please. No more. I want to feel you inside me," Lacey whispered, spreading her legs wider and sliding one hand down her stomach until it rested just above her smooth pussy.

  Jack wanted to mount her a thrust home immediately, but he was too close to the edge. He didn't want to be a brute like last time so he moved between her spread thighs and kneeled there, looking down at her. He ran both hand sup and down her spread thighs and then parted her slippery lower lips with his thumbs. He angled his body until the head of his penis was posed at the entrance of her body, and teased her with it, sliding it up and down her slit, but never actually penetrating. She was incredibly hot and wet and the sweet scent of her arousal was making him light-headed.

  "Jack," she whimpered. "Please do it. I can't take anymore."

  He leaned forward and dipped his cock into her pussy. Lacey sighed and braced herself for his deep penetration, but it didn't happen. Instead Jack pulled back out and slid the head of his cock up over her clit, circling it several times, teasing her with his silky hardness, but not giving her what she desired. Finally, when she was just about to lose her mind he dragged his penis back down to where she wanted it most.

  Covering her body with his, he propped himself up on his hands on either side of her head to take some of his weight and drove home with an exhilarated shout. "You feel so good," he grunted, and slowly pushed forward another inch until he was so deep he felt like he was a part of her. He stayed still, allowing her to adjust to him, and then slowly withdrew a few inches.

  Lacey gripped him with her inner muscles and wrapped her legs around his back to ride out the storm she knew was coming. Despite the pleasure she had taken in the tub earlier it felt like she had been on the brink of orgasm for a very long time, and she needed it so badly. She began undulating her lower body in rhythm with his movements, sensuously rippling around him, and increasing the friction between them.

  Control left him as Lacey's warm body began meeting his thrusts and urging him to move faster. He looked down at her face and saw her biting her lip savagely as she angled her hips to take as much of him as she could get. He caught her eyes and held them as his thrusts came faster and harder.

  "Oh, Oh Jack. Yes," Lacy cried as she finally let go and felt her climax take hold fiercely. Closing her eyes, she arched her back and dug her fingers into his hips, her hands tightening on him convulsively.

  Watching her, Jack felt his own release gathering and began the quick, shallow thrusts that his body demanded. The pleasure flowed over him in a wave that seemed to last a very long time. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her hair, and felt her legs wrap around him to keep him between her smooth thighs.

  "When do you work next?" He asked when he was able, hoping they could spend the night together. They were lying face to face on the same pillow with one of her legs once again wrapped possessively around his hip. They were both dazed with the aftershocks of pleasure, and Jack couldn't stop touching her. He ran his hand from knee to hip, and back again, awed at the soft texture of her skin.

  "I don't. I have the next few days off. I was able to trade a few shifts when Serena told me I could start moving in if I wanted." Lacey said, leaning forward to place a warm, open-mouthed kiss to his powerful shoulder.

  He gasped as she gave his collarbone a little nip, and slid one hand to the small of her back so he could bring her body even closer to his. He felt his penis twitch in response as her warm stomach came in contact with his hardening flesh. "So, when should I bring the truck over?" He asked, trying to ignore his burgeoning erection. He'd just came, and yet his body seemed primed for another round. But to Lacey this was probably time for cuddling and talking. He needed to calm his dick down and quit acting like a 14-year-old boy.

  "Truck? Why would you bring the truck over?" Lacey asked, puzzled. She momentarily forgot about kissing her way down to his nipple and pulled back to look at him.

  "Umm... to help you move. Men lift heavy things to impress their women. It's kind of a rule." He said, gravelly.

  "I like the sound of that," Lacey purred, reaching up to kiss his chin. "But you don't need to help me move. I've already arranged for some guys to do it tomorrow morning. And since my new bed was delivered today, everything else is pretty minor. You can just stay here and wait for me if you want. I'll bring you some breakfast, maybe some Mrs. Butterworth for your pancakes and that threesome you wanted." She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively. "Then we'll try out that fabulous new shower, okay?" She slithered down a bit, so she could reach one of his nipples with her tongue, and gave it a delicate lick.

  "I do like your new bed," he said, huskily, distracted from the conversation for a moment as she ran her fingers through his chest hair. "I can see myself spending a lot of time here, but what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let someone else get his hands on your boxes?" He grinned wickedly at his double entendre.

  "Boyfriend. Is that what you are? When did that happen?"

  "When I helped you break in your new bed. Also a rule."

  "So, if I have sex with anyone on a new bed, he
's automatically my new boyfriend?"

  "Yup. But there is one other stipulation."

  "What's that?"

  "They also have to be in falling in love with you. Like I am." All the playfulness left his voice, and he tilted her chin up so he could look into her shocked blue eyes. "I know I acted like a jerk the other day, but I want you to know that I'm going to do better. Sometimes I shut down. I don't do this to hurt anyone. I just don't know how else to respond when I feel too much. I hope you can help me with it because I want to be in a real relationship with you, not just for a night, or a week, or even a month. I want to be a big part of your life, for as long as you want me. And I'm hoping that's forever."

  "Oh Jack. Are you serious? I can't believe this. Just a few hours ago I was trying to gather the courage to call you over here on false pretenses, and now you're telling me you've falling in love with me? I don't know what to say."

  "Say you feel the same way."

  "I do. Jack. I really think I do. I know it's completely crazy. But I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you since that first Open House. I guess I was just afraid. On some level I kept putting up obstacles between us because I couldn't believe someone like you could possibly be interested in someone boring like me without a challenge to spice things up."

  "Lacey, you must know that you never, ever have to fabricate anything to keep my interest. Just being around you is stimulating enough, really." He looked down between them where his rock hard penis nudged her navel. "And Mr. Happy agrees."

  "I can see that," Lacey said, shimmying against him. "But eventually, we're going to have to get out of bed. What about then? What if I bore you silly?"

  "Lacey, we've spent the last five months out of bed and I wasn't bored for a single second. Okay, I'll admit I probably spent the majority of that time with a raging boner, but I still fell in love with you. And I was thinking of you practically every second. Even when you were picking out the most hideous tile I've ever seen, I still thought you were incredible, despite your bad taste."