The past four months, she had treated him the same way she had always treated him on the rare occasions he let himself stay in the same room with her for longer than five seconds. He’d seen no physical signs that she even remembered that hot, long night. He, on the other hand, had suffered through so many hot, sweaty dreams that it seemed as though he was going through puberty again. Brian had lost count of how many times he’d woken up so damn hard and aching that he’d had to come or die from it. But the touch of his hand on his cock had been almost as painful as doing nothing at all. He’d wanted her hand on him. Her hands, her mouth, her body.
It had been agony made so much worse by her indifference.
Except Jaynie wasn’t indifferent.
Her breathing had hitched, her face had flushed and when she had turned away from the sink, he’d seen the hard nubs of her nipples stabbing into the thin cotton of her shirt.
If Kate hadn’t still been in the kitchen, Brian had a feeling he would have grabbed her and lifted her onto the kitchen island and stripped that shirt away so he could lick her nipples, bite them gently and fist his hands in the shorter, silky strands of her hair.
Hot satisfaction rolled through him as he moved over to the stove to check the sausage. It was pretty much done so he turned the heat off and moved to drain it. He left it sitting in the sink and then he headed outside.
Brian had to see her. Had to make sure he hadn’t been imagining what he’d seen in her eyes.
Jaynie heard the slow, purposeful steps moving in her direction and for one brief moment she was tempted to run. Never mind the food inside the house, or the lasagna dinner she’d promised Kate. Never mind the fact that this was Brian, the guy she’d known all her life. For the longest time she’d thought of him as the brother she’d never had.
Yeah, there had been a brief period in high school when she had entertained sappy, romantic thoughts about her best friend’s cute older brother. But that had been years ago, back before she and Dean had hooked up.
He came around the corner and she pushed away from the wall and forced a smile that felt terribly fake. “Hot inside,” she said lamely.
Brian didn’t respond, just stared at her with a focused, intense stare that went straight to her knees, turning them to water. She recognized the look on his face but before she could prepare herself, he reached out, hooked his hand in the low neckline of her shirt and pulled her close to him. His other hand caught her chin and angled her mouth up for his. He crushed his mouth to hers, swallowing her startled moan. He pressed his tongue against her lips and Jaynie opened for him.
A low, harsh growl escaped him. He pressed her back, crowding her against the brick wall behind her and then he slid his hands down her sides and under the hem of her brief skirt. The feel of his hands on her butt—big, warm and calloused—was so damn erotic. He shoved the skirt up, impatient, then he used his knee to spread her thighs, stepped between them and lifted her up. Brian lifted his head long enough to mutter in her ear, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Helpless to resist, she did and Brian rewarded her by rubbing the thick length of his cock against her. The worn, faded denim abraded the sensitive folds between her legs and the thin fabric of her panties slid wetly over her as he settled into a slow, rocking rhythm.
Jaynie had no idea how far they might have gone if they hadn’t heard a car pull into the driveway. They were on the far side of the house, out of view unless somebody came into the backyard looking for them so Brian took his time pulling away. His lips lingered on hers, the rough, greedy kiss changing to something slower, something gentler but every bit as devastating.
Even when he stopped kissing her, he didn’t pull away. Instead he skimmed his lips over her cheek and up to her ear. “I wake up thinking about you,” he murmured. His fingers closed around one wrist and Jaynie shuddered when he brought it down and pressed it against the heavy length of his cock. Automatically, she closed her fingers around him, hating the jeans that kept her from touching him more completely. “I wake up like this, hard as a rock. I’ve been dying to touch you again for the past four months.”
Her voice shook a little as she asked, “Then why haven’t you?”
Brian nuzzled her neck. “You only wanted one night. The next time I saw you, you treated me like Katie’s big brother again. The guy you work with, not the guy who fucked you five times and held you while you slept.”
“Brian…”
He shook his head, pressed his lips to her mouth to keep her from speaking. “I’m not going back into whatever box you had pushed me into, Jaynie. You had me compartmentalized and you had me thinking that one night hadn’t meant anything.” He slid his hand inside her panties and cupped his hand over the mound of her sex. As he slowly pushed a finger inside her, Brian stared into her eyes. “But now I have to wonder.” He added a second finger and circled his thumb around her clit.
They both heard the voices, but Brian didn’t stop. Jaynie reached down and tugged on his wrist, shaking her head. Panicked, she glanced toward the corner and then she looked back up at him. “Brian,” she whispered.
But he kept going. He shifted his stance so that he stood between her and anybody who might look around the corner, but he didn’t stop touching her. He pumped his fingers in and out of her sex, fast and deep, never once slowing. Jaynie tried to close her thighs against his touch but, if anything, that only made her more aware of each deep, thorough stroke. “I’m going to fuck you again. And again. Hard and rough,” he muttered in her ear. “I’m going to hear you scream my name when you come. Then I’m going to take my time, go soft and slow. I’ll make love to you for hours, Jaynie.”
She whimpered low in her throat and Brian smothered the sound with his lips. Against her mouth, he muttered, “Quiet…you have to be quiet. Even when you come, this time, you can’t scream.”
The voices were getting louder and Brian heard Katie call him. Common sense told him he needed to quit. But common sense was drowned out by a lust that went so deep, it felt like it might consume him. Drowned out by a need that he’d lived with every day and night since he’d come out of the shower and found Jaynie had left.
She’d wanted the one night. He’d given it to her and now it was his turn. He needed something and Jaynie was the only one who could give it to him. So he didn’t pull away. He kept sliding his fingers in and out of her hot little pussy, gritting his teeth as she clenched tighter and tighter around him. He felt it when the orgasm started and when she opened her mouth to scream, he covered her lips with his, swallowing the harsh, rough sound.
Slowly, her body relaxed against the wall and Brian lifted his head to stare down at her. Her eyes were closed but slowly her lashes lifted. Her gaze locked with his and he held it as he lifted his hand and slid his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. Then he dipped his head and pressed his lips to her ear as he murmured, “I’m coming over tonight.”
Slowly, he straightened and pulled away.
Just as he rounded the corner, he saw a guy who looked only faintly familiar. Kate’s new guy. Kate came jogging down the steps that led to Jaynie’s apartment and she glanced back over Brian’s shoulder. “Where did Jaynie disappear to?”
CHAPTER FOUR
I’m coming over tonight.
His words kept replaying themselves in her head. Part of her wanted to gape at his arrogance. Part of her wanted to cringe as she realized how close it had been, him touching her like that while Kate and her boyfriend were not even fifteen feet away.
She might like to play, but she’d always considered sex something that needed to be done in private. Jaynie had never had problems keeping Dean from getting too hot and heavy, but with Brian, after those first couple of seconds, she hadn’t cared.
Still didn’t. That small part of her brain that clung to embarrassment was still ranting at her. But the rest of her?
The rest of her burned with anticipation.
One thing was certain—Jaynie sure as hell didn’t fe
el frigid. She lay on her bed, still wearing the double-layered tank tops from earlier and her panties. She’d taken off the brief excuse for a skirt and she really needed to get up and change. Change into what, though? Yeah, she had bought some sexy undies but that was so—predictable. She wasn’t convinced she wanted Brian thinking she was dressing up, or down, just for him, though the allure was undeniable.
But try as she might, she couldn’t get her limbs to move for anything. Not even when she heard the door unlock nearly a half hour later, and not even when she heard him moving through the apartment. He appeared in the doorway and still, she lay there.
Her heart pounded hard and fast inside her chest, racing as though she had just run the New York Marathon and her breathing came in harsh, shallow breaths that had her breasts rising and falling in a quick rhythm. His gaze lingered on her breasts and then moved lower to stare at the juncture of her thighs. “Take your panties off,” he said softly.
She shook her head. Tried to say, “I can’t seem to move.” But of their own violation, her hands went to her panties. She could move. Jaynie lifted her hips up to push the lacy scrap out of the way.
“Leave them there,” he said when she had pushed them to her knees. “Pull your shirt up but don’t take it off.” He crossed over to her and as he did, he reached for the hem of his shirt, jerking it up and off in one quick, harsh movement.
“You’re bossy,” she muttered as she pulled the layered shirts up. She lifted her torso to take it all the way off and he stopped her when she had the shirts halfway over her head. The lower half of her face was uncovered but the two layered tanks were still over the top half, effectively blindfolding her. He shoved her arms down to the bed, the shirts still in a tangle.
“You like it when I’m bossy,” he said, his voice calm and confident. She shifted her head and tried to move free from the shirts but he tightened his grip. “Be still, Jaynie. Do you remember that night when I told you I wondered how your pretty mouth would look wrapped around my cock?”
She felt the mattress dip beneath his weight. She shivered, unable to stop, when he bent his head and murmured in her ear, “I’m getting ready to find out.”
Jaynie had been in an aroused state ever since that brief event in the backyard and she wasn’t certain she could get any more turned on. But apparently, she was wrong. As she understood just what Brian was getting ready to do, she had to press her knees together to ease the ache there.
“Can’t have that,” Brian murmured and then he reached down, gripped her knees and parted her legs as far as the panties she still had halfway on would allow. “I like seeing you like that.”
“You’ll have a hard time seeing me like this if you plan on seeing me with your cock in my mouth,” she said. She shifted again, tugged on her arms.
“Use your imagination, Jaynie,” he whispered suggestively. She heard the rasp of a zipper, felt the mattress shift beneath her as he once more left the bed. She instinctively closed her legs and Brian sighed—a weary sound. “Jaynie, I said don’t do that. I want to see that pretty pink pussy just like that.”
She whimpered.
Brian laughed softly, touched her, pressing his fingers against her core. She was dripping wet and when he touched her, she rose to press herself against his hand. “All slick and wet, just for me,” he muttered. Then he pulled away. “Don’t move again,” he ordered and this time, his voice was hard, commanding.
Unable to do otherwise, she held still, keeping her legs slightly spread and her arms over her head, the shirts still blindfolding her. When he returned, she felt the brush of his naked body against her own then she felt him crouch beside her. A hand slid down, fisted in her hair and he turned her head, guiding it just a little forward until the hard, rounded head of his cock pressed against her lips. “Do it, Jaynie,” he ordered roughly. “Suck on me. I want to see it if your mouth looks as good on my cock as I think it will.”
She opened her lips and he pushed inside, feeding her one slow inch at a time until she flinched. “That’s good…” he crooned. “You don’t have to take any more…yet…” He guided her in a slow, compelling rhythm, using his hand to support her head but it was awkward with her arms pinned as they were by the clothes. She pulled away and said, “Let me move my arms, Brian.”
“Why?”
She groaned in frustration. “So I can move better.”
“Better how? Better why? So you can take my cock better?”
“Yes!”
“Say it. Tell me you want them off so you can take my cock better.”
How can that bossy attitude make me so damn hot? Jaynie wondered. She wasn’t going to say it, though. If he wanted a half-ass blowjob, then… “I want to take your cock better, Brian,” she heard herself say. “Please let me.”
“Good girl.” But he didn’t let her take the shirts off. He did it, pulling each arm down and out but he didn’t pull the shirt from over her head. Instead, he tightened it somehow, making the cloth more binding and using it to guide her mouth back to his erect shaft. “Stick your tongue out and lick me.”
“Why are you so damn bossy?” she muttered before she complied.
“Because it makes you hot as lightning and because you owe me. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in four months.” Then he stopped talking and gripped her head in his hands—one still fisted in the material of her shirt and the other splayed across her jaw. He pushed deep, deeper than she had taken him earlier. Jaynie tried to roll onto her belly so that she could handle him better but he stopped her, pressing his hand to her breastbone until she stopped squirming. “Bring your knees up.”
She did and he pushed her panties down over her knees. They fell to her ankles. He slid his hand up one thigh, used his fingers to spread her folds and exposed her clit. Then he lifted his hand. “Look at that. Pretty…pink…wet…”
Brian’s hand came down hard, right between her thighs, slapping her sex. She jumped. She would have screamed if she could have done it around the cock he was pushing back and forth between her lips. Torn between outrage and shock, she stiffened and tried to pull away. But the hand at her head wouldn’t let her. And then he slapped her again, landing the light, stinging blow on her clit.
She came. So did he. She groaned, the sound muffled and strangled. His hand tightened on her head, pushing her farther down on his cock as he jetted his seed into her mouth. He slapped her pussy again and again and each little touch set her off anew, a series of mini-climaxes that didn’t let up until she was soaked with sweat and shaking. He let her pull back and allowed the shirts to fall away from her eyes. She opened her eyes, sucked in much-needed air and stared up at him, still trembling from the last aftershock. He slapped her pussy and held her gaze when she bucked and cried out.
With his free hand, he grasped his cock, wrapped his fingers around it and began stroking it in a casual, almost offhand manner. “See what happens to little girls who don’t listen?” he teased. “They get a spanking.” Then he dipped a finger inside her. “And they like it. You liked that, didn’t you, Jaynie?”
Dazed, she couldn’t do anything but nod. He pulled his finger away and reached up to touch it to her lips. She turned her head away and he caught it with his hand. “You liked every single second of it,” he whispered as he painted her lips with the juices from her sex. He dipped his head low, licked her mouth and growled. “You taste almost as sweet like that. It’s like honey. Do you have a vibrator?”
Hardly able to keep up with him, she stared at him blankly when he lifted his head. “What?”
“A vibrator,” he repeated.
She blushed and glanced toward her dresser where she kept a Pocket Rocket she rarely used and a dildo that got even less use. He held her gaze as he reached over and rifled through silky panties and bras until he found both. He glanced over the dildo and said, “Maybe later.”
The pocket rocket he turned on, and then, as he watched her face, he pressed the madly vibrating tip against her sensitized
clit. “You do it,” he ordered. Jaynie’s hand shook as she took the pocket rocket and pressed it close. The sensations from the vibrations went shooting through her and she cried out. “Don’t drop it.” His voice was gruff but he wasn’t watching her face.
Instead, he was staring between her legs, staring at the little bed toy with rapt eyes. He shifted so that he lay between her thighs and then he touched her, pushing his fingers inside. Then he touched her lower. Between the clenched cheeks of her ass, pushing and probing even though she tensed against him. The moisture from her sex eased his way just a little, so that he could press against the tightly puckered bud. “I want to fuck you here,” he said baldly, looking up at her face to gauge her reaction. “If you don’t want me to, now is your only chance to tell me no. Because if you don’t, I’m going to have you so hot and ready for it, you won’t even be able to think, much less tell me you don’t want it.”
Jaynie’s voice was shaky. “I want it.”
A hot male grin that curled his lips and then he rolled her over onto her belly. He left the bed and when she looked back over her shoulder at him, she saw he had brought something with him. A small black bag. He reached inside and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.
Jaynie swallowed. This was the one thing she hadn’t done with Dean. They’d played a little in college and she’d gone so far as to buy a butt plug, but they never got around to using it and, in all honesty, it wasn’t on her top ten fantasy list.
Her heart skipped a few beats as he gripped the cheeks of her ass and pushed them apart. Oh, hell. Was he looking at her there? She sneaked a glance over her shoulder and then turned, burying her face in the comforter. Yes. He was.
He touched her and the unfamiliar stroke made her flinch. Brian curved a hand over her hip, steadying her. “Be still,” he said softly and then he touched her again, light, teasing little touches that felt a whole hell of a lot better than she would have thought possible. His hand left her and when he touched her again, his fingers were wet and slick with lubricant. It was cool at first, but then it seemed to warm on her skin, and tingle. She hissed out a breath when he started to probe the tight pucker of her anus, easing just the tip of his finger in, then withdrawing, going a little deeper with each caress.
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