by Lissa
“You might not have, but you’re not leaving without it. In fact,” he pointed out, emphasized with a squeeze of his hands at the top of her hips, “You might not be leaving at all.” He held her steady but for the back and forth motion. “I want you to cream those panties for me. I’ve wanted it for so fucking long, Cass.”
She nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. She’d always loved to be talked dirty to. She’d always loved when a man would use rough and naughty language during sex. It was one of the big turn ons for her, one thing that could push her over the edge.
“You’ll have to keep your voice down though. Sam is upstairs and we don’t want to bring her back downstairs with any noise.”
Cass shook her head. No, it wouldn’t do to wake Jackson’s sister. She didn’t want an audience for this little gathering. Exhibitionism wasn’t her style. Until his next words…
“Unbutton your shirt.”
She hesitated. She wanted to say no. She wanted to look away from him and glance quickly toward the stairs to make sure they were completely alone. She wanted to hem and haw and kiss him and distract him from his request, but she didn’t. Instead, she lifted her hands and one by one, she slid the buttons free of their little loops. Before he could ask her to open her shirt, she pulled the sides apart and his hands immediately left her hips and wrapped around her breasts.
“It’s not sexy, I know. I hadn’t planned on this,” she said quietly. She wasn’t embarrassed by her body and wasn’t ashamed by the extra padding, but the plain nude colored bra, yeah, that was not the stuff of men’s dreams. Especially a man as hot and young as Jackson.
“Everything about you is sexy. Don’t stop moving on my leg.” His fingers dug into her flesh and gripped the bra cups. He dragged them down slowly until her nipples were exposed and the ripping of seam threads told her she wouldn’t be wearing it again. She was okay with that because he was touching her, fondling her, teasing her.
The butterflies from earlier fluttered back with a vengeance the more he tweaked the erect buds between his thumbs and forefingers. Fissions of heat and tendrils of need slid along her nerve endings and the orgasm he wanted from her, the creaming he told he’d wanted her to do for so long was right there, just out of reach.
She rode his thigh, denim sliding along denim, her panties getting wetter by the second. Jackson pinched first one nipple, hard until she gasped, then pinched the other one just as hard. Her hands held tight to the edges of her shirt and she broke eye contact with his beautiful, dilated eyes, and dropped her head back.
She focused on the orgasm, on his touch, on the reality that she was there with him, half naked, that he said he might not let her leave. That one thought alone was enough.
Cass pushed and rocked wildly for it, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth when the climax broke over her. She shuddered and let go of her shirt to lean down and brace herself against Jackson’s shoulders. He let go of her nipples and the blood filled them, making them tingle.
She lowered her mouth to his, kissed him deeply, and breathed him in. She didn’t want to forget anything about this night, this moment. She wanted to file it away in her memories to pull out when she needed it.
“Thank you,” she mouthed against his lips.
“I’m not done with you.”
“You’re not?”
“Oh hell no. I’ve been waiting a long damn time for this. No way am I letting you go now. I mentioned that you might not be leaving, and I was right.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” He gave her a smacking kiss then eased them both to sitting positions. Cass started to cover herself with the stretched out bra cups but Jackson stayed her movements. “No. No covering them up when you’re with me.”
“I have to cover them sometime. I can’t very well walk around your house with my…my,” she pointed to her chest, “these hanging out.”
Jackson snickered. “These? You were just humping my leg and you’re going to get shy and say these? Pathetic, Teach. When we’re alone you can let them hang out. And right now, we’re alone. C’mon. We’re going to bed.”
“It’s only ten. Oh but with your… I can see how it would be late for you. You should… Yeah, you’re right. I —”
“God, you’re hot.” He interrupted her rambling and he couldn’t have chosen more perfect words to quiet her. “I… I’m not…”
“You are. I say you are. But, I didn’t say we were going to sleep.” Jackson palmed her ass and nuzzled her neck when she stood with him. “I said we’re going to bed.”
“Mmm. Right. Bed.” Cass let out a small giggle when he turned her and edged her around the coffee table. She felt a little apprehensive walking through Jackson’s house with her breasts exposed, knowing Sam could wake up and need a glass of water or a midnight snack from the kitchen at any moment, but Jackson was against her back, sticking right with her and it gave her a little more pep in her step.
“What say we up the ante, huh?” he tempted.
“U-up the ante? How?” She had a feeling she shouldn’t have asked. He was a known and proven risk taker. He was the one who didn’t think before he acted and she had no doubt he was about to prove it again.
“Kick your shoes off down here, right next to Sam’s.” Jackson pointed to Sam’s sneakers and Cass complied. It wasn’t unheard of for someone to want a guest to leave their shoes by the door instead of walking around the house in them, especially in the private areas like bedrooms.
She toed her shoes off and followed Jackson’s lead to the stairs. He urged her ahead of him again.
“Good. Now strip for me.”
Cass swung around to gaze, wide eyed at him. “What?”
“Strip for me.” He flicked at one of her nipples. “You know, shirt and bra and jeans and panties. I want it all off by the time we reach the upstairs landing.”
“What about Sam?”
“You’ll have to stay quiet.”
Cass assessed the look in his eyes. Light and playful, but determined. He was the sexiest man she’d ever met and whether he knew it or not and whether she acknowledged it or not, he challenged her and pushed her outside her self-imposed boundaries.
If she didn’t strip for him, he’d strip her himself. She had no doubt about that. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth again, as she had on the couch, and shrugged out of her shirt. It was an inexpensive, plain, white cotton man’s dress shirt. She often wore one to work. The kitchens were kept cold, so a long sleeve shirt under her chef’s coat worked well for her.
Jackson deftly unhooked the catches on her bra and she let it fall to the floor at her feet. With one look at it and one look at him, she turned on her heel and started up the stairs. If he wanted her to strip for him, she could do that with some false bravado, but he was going to be the one picking up the clothes she left scattered in her wake.
“Good girl,” he whispered behind her.
Cass smiled to herself and popped the button free on her jeans and lowered the zipper. She had to stop halfway up and shimmy the denim over her hips and down her legs. Carefully, she stepped out of them and continued upward. Her panties were next and she halted with one leg on a higher riser than the other. She started to ease them over one hip, but Jackson’s hand was there, sliding into the crotch of the silky material.
“So soft and willing.” He stroked her pussy and she had to grab hold of the stair railing to keep herself standing. “You’re so wet. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come thinking about having you like this. Having you all for me.” He brushed kisses down her back, across her hip and his hair tickled her skin. He pulled her panties down over her ass and took a bite of one cheek. A squeak escaped her and she clamped her free hand over her mouth. He laved the offended flesh with a long lick of his tongue. “You’ve got a gorgeous ass, Teach,” he rasped. “I’ll wait until I get you in my bed to bite the other one. Off with the panties. Oh, and you were so damn good,” he praised. “You creamed them just like I wanted you
to. You deserve a reward for that.”
Cass let go of the railing. “And you know all about creamy things.” On shaky legs, she dropped her panties to the floor and saw his hand grab them up quickly.
“Damn straight. I want my mouth on you, my tongue in you.” At her whimper, he shushed her. “My room is to the left, on the end.”
Cass felt like a teenager, sneaking around her boyfriend’s house. She hadn’t done anything like this in years and she had to admit, even if only to herself, it was exhilarating, fun. It was reckless and out of character for her to go to bed with a man like this. She didn’t have one night stands or short-term affairs. But she didn’t know if she’d ever have this chance with Jackson again so she was going to grab hold of it with both hands and not think about anything beyond the next few hours.
She scurried up the rest of the steps and turned down the hall, following his directions.
In his room, she stared into the shadows at the outline of the bed. She couldn’t tell anything about it other than it looked to be standard size. He wasn’t an overly tall man, maybe six foot or six foot one, so he wouldn’t necessarily need a king bed to keep his feet from hanging over the edge.
She found a lamp on a nightstand and flipped the switch before turning toward the door again. He wasn’t there as she expected. He didn’t show up in the next few minutes either. Should she wait or go in search of him? She wasn’t sure, so she chose to wait.
Glancing around the room, she found it was functionally furnished. Warm woods and out-of-doors tones. There was no clutter, no pictures on the few flat surfaces, no mirror on the wall. Blinds covered the window, which would face the city lights based on the stairs and turns she’d taken to get to his room and she was tempted to take a peek, but didn’t.
Instead, her gaze was caught by a stack of magazines on the floor beside the bed and she quickly flipped through them. Cooking magazines. Holiday baking magazines. Small business magazines. Some were well used, months old even. Others were brand new, hardly cracked open at all.
She got the warm and fuzzies thinking about him lying in bed, looking through recipes, reading articles, seeing trends, still learning.
Cass, still uncertain why he hadn’t come upstairs, stood and turned, ready to retrace her steps back down the hall only to find him lounging in the doorway, one arm behind his back.
“What took you so long? What are you hiding?”
“You’re beautiful, you know,” he said, ignoring her questions. “In clothes. Out of them.” He straightened, kept his arm out of sight, and moved forward. He closed the door as he advanced on her, his gait was slow and easy, as though he had all the time in the world. She stood stock still, excitement riding high as he pulled her up close.
Cass was naked where he was clothed, and it tantalized and titillated her. Denim and soft cotton rubbed at her in the most delicious ways.
When the back of her legs hit the side of the mattress, Jackson eased her down. “I know you had your reasons for keeping me at arm’s length,” he said, sliding over her and easing them to the middle of the bed. “And I know I worked hard at not respecting those reasons at the time. I’m sorry for that, for pushing for more, but I can’t stop wanting you.”
“It’s done and —” He placed a finger to her lips to silence her. For his trouble, she snipped at it. He chuckled.
“If you hadn’t come by tonight,” he continued, “I’d have probably ended up at your place sooner or later. Seeing you today at the truck… Do you know what it took for me not to press you against the back and kiss you into oblivion?”
She grinned up at him. “About as much as it took for me not to do the same?”
Jackson laughed and it was sexier, hotter, and so much more erotic than she remembered that she shivered.
His eyes glinted in the low light of the room. “You wanted to kiss me against the truck? Damn, I’m good. Anything else?”
“A lot else,” she admitted.
Jackson shifted and pushed himself up. “Hold that thought, then.” Fabric rustled and he began undressing. His shirt first, up his torso and off over his head. She stared. Swallowed. And stared some more. A light dusting of hair covered his chest, and there was indeed another tattoo other than the one on his wrist.
A cupcake.
A cupcake with a cowboy hat resting on top of a mound of frosting on his right arm, near his shoulder. The words, The Cupcake Cowboy bracketed it.
Cass could have easily come at the sight of it, but his fingers moved to the button and zipper of his jeans and she gave it her full attention. She didn’t know if she wanted him to do it quickly or take his time, but the longer he drew it out, the longer he toyed with her need, the more certain she was that she just wanted him to get it over with. Anticipation sizzled and all she wanted was him naked.
He barely got his jeans down and off and she hardly got a look at his erect cock, his slim hips, and the trail of hair down his abs before he was there, with ravenous lips, making his way up her body. Her thighs, her hips, her belly, her chest, her neck. And then he was gone again, returning quickly, this time kissing in all the places he’d skipped over, only he started at the top.
He feasted on her lips, lingering and exploring every inch of her mouth. She was a puddle of goo before he moved on to her throat and applied pressure to the pulse beating rapidly there.
Her nipples were next and the onslaught of attention was enough to drive her insane. She tried to grab hold of his hair but he shook her off and continued down until her belly quivered where he feathered kisses across it. Then he was there, between her legs and lifting them over his shoulders. He zeroed in on her clit and sucked, latched onto it with the edges of his teeth and worked it mercilessly. She writhed, trying to get away from his relentlessness.
At the same time…
“Keep still,” he uttered, his breath hot against her throbbing sex.
“I…I can’t.” She fought to breathe, gasped for air. “It’s too much.” She’d never felt so overwhelmed by sensation It was just sex, but sex... With Jackson. The tension in her body was like a string stretched to its breaking point.
“It’s not too much. Not yet. I’m about to push you over the cliff.”
“Will you be at the bottom?”
“To catch you? Hell yeah baby.” He kissed her clit, slid his tongue inside her pussy, fucked her with it, pointed and hard.
From what seemed like a distance, but was actually right there in the room, she heard a hiss and a pop, then felt the cold, smooth smear of… No. It couldn’t be. He didn’t just… She groaned and Jackson’s mouth was on her clit once more, sucking, eating at her.
“Hot fucking damn. I make good frosting.”
Cass threaded her fingers through his hair. So, that’s what he’d kept out of sight. Sneaky, sexy bastard. “Do it again.” She couldn’t believe she was asking for more. It was embarrassing, it was hot.
“Mmm. With pleasure.” Another dab was smeared on her clit, then eaten off. He painted her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her labia with the confectionary topping. “I want you to come again. I want you to come as many times as you can. I’m going to lick every bit of frosting from your body then fuck the hell out of you.”
He started with her thighs. He licked he nibbled and she could feel the blanket of buttercream disappear from her skin, but the silkiness was left behind. He worked his way down to her ass, spread her cheeks wide and ate at her hole where he’d put no frosting. No one had ever and she… “Holy hell, Jackson.” It felt incredible and she was on the brink of coming apart.
When the orgasm hit her, she sucked air in, then let it out in a rush. Jackson left her ass, but not before he worked a finger inside her tight opening eased by the wetness of his mouth. It’d been a long while since she’d had anything in her ass and the fit, while uncomfortable was not unpleasant. He fucked her steadily with his finger while cleaning butter and sugar from her clit, prolonging a second, smaller, but no less powerful orgasm.
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Her stomach contracted as he moved up her body, licking and sucking. Her nipples were next and his attention to them sent shockwaves through her already overloaded system. His mouth was on her neck before she could draw another breath and her legs were bent toward her ears and his cock…
“Fuck.” He sighed and Cass’ heart stopped at the sound.
It took her a stunned moment to form the words, “W-what’s wrong?” She hated to ask, was afraid she’d hate his answer more. Was he changing his mind? Did he not want her after all? Did he think her fat, too old, too… She started to lower her legs, not daring to finish the thought, and closed her eyes, waiting.
“Don’t move.”
“But Jackson ―”
“Stay just like that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, nibbled at her lips, sucked at the cleft in her chin, then he was gone, off her and off the bed. Once more she shifted to lower her legs, to shield herself, but even from across the room, not even looking at her, Jackson knew what she was doing. “Don’t,” he grunted.
“But ―” She tried again. He cut her off a second time.
“Need a goddamn condom.”
Cass flushed, mortified. A condom? He was looking for a condom? She hadn’t thought about one. She hadn’t thought about this, getting this far, getting this close… A condom had never entered her mind, not even when they were just about to have sex.
He rummaged in drawer after drawer in a dresser set against the far wall. She felt silly splayed open in the middle of the bed.
“I’m not even sure I have condoms,” he said, slamming the bottom drawer shut. He spun to face her. His cock was still hard, jutting from a dark nest of curls and curving toward his stomach. He was breathing heavy and ran a hand through his hair.
They stared at each other and suddenly his eyes widened and he grinned. He crossed the room and pulled open the drawer in the bedside table. He shifted things around, muttering things to himself that she couldn’t make out. When he stood, he held a purple foil packet. The look on his face said triumph.
