by Cher Carson
He closed his eyes as his breath escaped in a hiss through clenched teeth. “Jesus…”
She placed feather-light kisses on his chest and stomach. “Hmm, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she whispered, positioning herself between his legs.
He forced his eyes open and immediately wished he hadn’t. The sight of her licking the pre-cum off the tip of his shaft was almost his undoing. He fisted the sheets in his hands, trying to think about anything other than the pleasure she was bestowing with her sweet mouth. She hadn’t yet taken him down her throat, she was too busy licking… kissing… stroking.
“Fuck,” he muttered, feeling his stomach muscles clench. He didn’t know how the hell he was going to survive this night.
She slowly slid his cock into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch, as she continued to swirl her tongue over it. Moaning deep in her throat, she began sucking him slowly, thoroughly, then harder and faster as her hand slid up and down the base of his wet shaft.
“Goddammit…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He was already breathless. “I need your pussy, now.”
She moaned, grinding her tits into his thighs as she worked his cock over like it was her favorite flavor of decadent ice cream. She pulled back, looking him in the eye as she continued to flick her tongue over the tip of his shaft. “Hmm, I love sucking your cock. I love the taste, the way you feel in my mouth.” She licked her swollen lips, her bright blue eyes heavy with arousal.
She may be inexperienced, but she was built for sex. “You gotta stop now, baby. I don’t want to come in your mouth the first time.”
She pouted prettily, her hand never leaving his cock. “But I want you to,” she whispered, gliding her tongue over her bottom lip.
If he wasn’t careful, she was going to get her wish. “Grab a condom.” He inclined his head toward the nightstand.
She grinned as she sat up. “Since you put it that way…” She snagged a foil packet from the open box in the drawer. After ripping it open with her teeth, she said, “You sure you trust me to do this?”
He chuckled. “You’re a smart girl. You can figure it out.” He watched her roll the condom over his cock as she bit her bottom lip, concentrating on the task at hand. She looked utterly adorable. He was so infatuated with this girl. How had it taken him this long to realize it?
“I want you flat on your back,” he said quietly, gauging her reaction. “I’m not going to sugar-coat this for you, baby. It’s gonna hurt at first, and I want to make sure I take my time, go real slow.”
She smiled as she stroked her hand down his chest. “That’s why I waited for you, why I wanted you to be my first. I knew no one would take care of me the way you would.”
He realized another man would soon be earning this privilege, and the insight shot through him like a dagger. Jess was his. She was in love with him, but for how much longer? Once they’d made love, and the mystique of sex was gone, she’d be more willing to share herself with someone else.
He watched her claim the spot beside him on the bed and he realized that’s where she belonged, in his bed. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered, stroking her hair. Coming down on top of her, he claimed her mouth, pouring everything he couldn’t say into that kiss. It was a wet, erotic, possessive mating of tongues. He was thorough, exploring her fully, before finally allowing her to steal a breath.
“Wow,” she said, panting. “That was some kiss.”
He wanted everything about this night to be unforgettable for her. He knew he should hate himself for being so selfish, but he didn’t care. The day would come when she’d find the man of her dreams and he wanted her to compare her husband to him as a lover and find her spouse sorely lacking. That way, he would know that a piece of her would always belong to him.
“Keep kissing me,” he whispered, knowing he could distract her from the momentary rush of pain when he broke that unseen barrier. He would die before he hurt her, but this was a necessary evil.
He reached between their bodies as he continued to stroke her with his tongue. She was wet, dripping wet for him. That would make it easier for both of them. He wasn’t just kissing her, he was making love to her with his mouth, and it was one of the most sensual kisses he’d ever experienced. God help him, he was falling deeper with every passing second.
She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist as he eased his cock into her impossibly tight channel.
It took him back to his high school days when every other girl he slept with was a virgin, but this wasn’t just any girl. She was his, and the thought of causing her pain was unthinkable to him. Finally, he managed to bridge the gap between them as she granted him access. He held still as he continued to kiss her.
She pushed against his shoulders, tearing her mouth from his as she gasped into his neck.
“You okay, angel?”
“Yeah… it’s just…”
“I know,” he said, kissing her cheek before drawing her earlobe between his teeth. “It’s okay, we’re gonna take this nice and slow…” He almost said tonight, until he remembered that this was supposed to be a one-time deal. Continuing a sexual relationship when he knew she wanted more wouldn’t be fair. But how could he resist her when the memory of sinking into her sweet body would always lurk in the back of his mind?
She moaned, nipping his shoulder as he slowly eased out, and then back in again.
He couldn’t start thrusting at a steady pace until he knew she was ready. Clenching his teeth, he fought his body’s natural impulse to take over, but he knew if he surrendered, he’d be slamming into her with wild abandon and she wouldn’t be able to walk by tomorrow. “Fuck…” he hissed, bracing his forearm on the bed as he bent to lick her nipple.
“Oh yes,” she sighed, lifting her shoulders off the bed. “I love that.”
Her nipples were so sensitive. Within minutes she was grinding into him, rolling her hips, and digging her nails into his back. “Jake, I… oh… fuck me harder.”
He continued to lavish attention on her nipples, pulling hard, nibbling, sucking, licking, and finally blowing on them as he ensured the thrust of his cock hit her at just the right angle to rub her clit with each lunge. He was careful not to increase his intensity, despite her raw pleas.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come… please…” She cried out his name as her pussy throbbed around his cock.
He remained still, unable to move as her body held him captive. He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, his jaw, and what seemed like every muscle in his body as he felt her bathe his cock in her juices. “Fuck.”
It was so intense. She was so tight, and she fit him like a snug, pulsating sheath, unwittingly milking his cock as she surrendered to the spasms rocking her body. “Jake, I… oh… my… God… I… love… you... so… much.”
He kissed her neck, unable to respond. There was no doubt in his mind he loved this woman, he had forever, but he didn’t know whether he was in love with her. He feared he may be thinking with the wrong head tonight, and he refused to allow her to pay for his mistake.
After licking a path up and down her neck, he drew the delicate flesh into his mouth, barely resisting the urge to mark her. He knew on some subconscious level he was trying to claim her because he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else having her.
“Mine,” he whispered, unaware the word had slipped past his lips until he felt her body respond by gripping him harder. It was a mantra in his head as his body ascended the summit. Mine, you’re mine, mine, mine… “Fuck!” he roared, finally giving in to the climax he’d suppressed for too long. He remained inside of her until the last burst shot free, no doubt filling the cheap latex to capacity.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder. “That was definitely worth waiting for.”
He chuckled as he tried to rally the strength to move. “I’m glad you think so.” He realized he’d been waiting for this a long time, too. Ever since his wife left him, maybe even before.
On the night
Diane left, she told him she was sick and tired of competing with that “little bitch.” Maybe without even realizing it, he had been comparing his wife to Jessica. Not that he would have acted on his feelings for Jess back then. Being unfaithful wasn’t in his DNA. He had a kid to think about, and Jared was always his first priority.
He glanced at the framed photo on his nightstand. How would his little boy react if he walked in on them now? He grimaced as he withdrew from Jess. “I need a minute.”
Jake walked in to the adjoining bathroom and discarded the condom. He turned the faucet on and washed his hands. He cupped cold water in his hands, splashing his face before bracing his hands on the granite countertop and staring at his reflection in the mirror. He wanted to be a man his little boy could be proud of, but giving into impulses that could potentially hurt someone his son adored wasn’t the way to earn Jared’s respect.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered as he sat on the edge of the tub.
“Hey,” Jessica said quietly, pushing the door open. “I’m gonna head out now.” She was already dressed and clutching her purse and car keys in her hand.
“What? Why?” Shit, he’d really messed this up. “You don’t have to leave. I just needed a second to…”
She smiled, but it never quite reached her eyes. “We’ve known each other a long time. I know how you’re feeling without being told. I saw you look at Jared’s picture. You feel guilty about what we did.”
“Jess, I…” He would never regret making love to her, even though he knew it could never happen again.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.” She set her purse on her shoulder. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Jess, wait…”
She turned around, looking him in the eye. “Don’t you think I’ve been waiting for you long enough, Jake?”
Chapter Seven
Jessica walked into the kitchen the following afternoon just in time to hear Tucker tell their mother that he’d invited a friend to Sunday dinner.
Lorna smiled and patted his cheek. “You know your friends are always welcome here, honey.” She laughed. “But if you’re referring to Jake, that’s hardly a surprise. He has a standing invitation. Heck, he’s one of the family. It wouldn’t be the same without him.”
Jessica’s stomach clenched at the mention of his name. No, nothing would be the same without Jake, but she’d have to adjust.
“Yeah, Jake will be here, but I’m talking about Phil.”
“Oh, he’s more than welcome.” She wiped her damp hands on the front of her apron. “The more, the merrier, I always say.”
Jessica glared at her brother. She knew what he was up to, and it wasn’t going to work. “Tucker, I…” The doorbell rang before she could issue the warning.
“Hey, that must be Phil now.” He checked his watch. “Look at that, right on time.” He winked at Jessica. “You got to love a guy who’s punctual.”
No, she didn’t. Her brother’s pathetic matchmaking would inevitably backfire and he would be the one to look foolish, not her.
Her mother, obviously sensing her bad mood, pointed a finger at her. “He’s a guest in our home, and I expect you to be polite.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she muttered, lifting a handful of grapes off a glass platter.
Tucker led Phil into the kitchen as they chatted about some football game.
Jessica took a moment to observe Phil. He really was cute, in a boy next door kind of way. He had cropped sandy blond hair, green eyes, and a swimmer’s physique. He was polite, kind, and painfully boring. She forced a smile when she caught him looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
“I think I’ll see if Dad needs a hand with the grill,” Tucker said, winking at her.
“Real subtle,” she whispered as he brushed past her. She was going to kill her over-protective big brother once she got him alone.
Phil handed Lorna a bottle of wine. “I hope white wine will work with dinner?”
“It’s perfect, thank you.” She brushed a kiss across his cheek. “It’s so nice to see you, Phil. How are your folks? I haven’t seen them in town in quite a while.”
“They’re good, thanks. Dad had that hip replacement surgery a while back, so Mom’s been stuck at home waiting on him. He’s as grumpy as a bear, but the doctor said it won’t be long before he’s up and around again.”
Lorna smiled. “That’s good. Excuse me; I have to finish setting the table.” She turned to Jessica. “Honey, get Phil something to drink, will you?”
“Sure.” Their house was always full of people, especially Sunday afternoon, so she was used to playing hostess. It would be nice when she moved into her own place and could decide when and if she entertained guests. “What can I get you, Phil?”
He smiled. “A cold beer would be great, if you have it?”
She rolled her eyes. “Are you kidding? Tucker and Daddy wouldn’t be without it, especially on football Sunday.”
“We missed you at church today,” he said, claiming one of the heavy oak chairs at the kitchen table.
She didn’t feel much like giving thanks after last night. “I was kind of tired after the party yesterday. You weren’t able to make it?”
“No, I had to work.”
In truth, she hadn’t even missed him, but she tried to be polite. “That’s too bad.” She popped the top on a longneck and handed it to him.
“Yeah, I was disappointed. I was hoping we could spend a little time together.”
She heard her mother talking to someone in the dining room. Jake, no doubt. If only she could feign some mysterious illness to avoid him.
“Hey there,” Jake said, crowding the doorway. Phil’s back was turned, so he had all the time in the world to survey her from head to toe. “How are you, Jess?”
She refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was devastated. It was painfully obvious when he looked at Jared’s picture last night that he would never want his son to know what they’d done, and she’d be damned if she would consent to being his dirty little secret. She deserved a man who would be proud to call her his woman. “I’m fine, great, couldn’t be better.”
He frowned. “Good to hear.”
Phil stood up, extending his hand to Jake. “Hey, buddy, good to see you.”
Jake’s lips tightened into a firm line as he accepted Phil’s outstretched hand. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
Phil laughed. “I couldn’t pass up Mrs. Carlton’s cooking. You know how it is, living alone.”
“Yeah, I sure do.” His eyes drifted to Jessica. “Being alone sucks sometimes.”
She wanted to tell him that he was alone and miserable because he chose to be, but she kept her mouth shut to avoid an awkward scene. “Can I get you a beer, Jake?”
“Don’t trouble yourself, sweetness. I know where it is.”
She clenched her teeth at the term of endearment. He’d called her that since she was a pre-teen, and she was getting tired of it. Even after last night, he still didn’t seem ready to accept her as a woman. Determined to prove him wrong, she claimed the seat next to Phil.
Jake kept one eye on her as he made his way to the fridge. “Where’s Tucker?”
“He’s outside helping Daddy with the grill. Why don’t you head on out there? I’d like to have a little quiet time with Phil anyways.”
Phil grinned. “You would?”
“I sure would.”
She was wearing short white shorts and a pink halter top, too risqué for Sunday dinner according to her daddy, but she wasn’t dressing to impress him, or even Jake for that matter. After last night, the only person she intended to please from now on was herself.
Jake’s eyes traveled the length of her legs as he brought the beer bottle to his lips. “Can I have a word with you in private, Jessica?”
He didn’t call her by her full name unless he was mad at her. Too bad, he created this situation by ignoring her for years and brushing her off when he finally had
the chance to make up for his past mistakes. “I don’t think so.”
“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you I want to see you outside, now.”
“Who the hell do you think you are? Ordering me around like I’m your…”
His eyes darkened and she knew he was thinking about interjecting with a suggestive word like “lover.”
Tucker walked in the back door and slapped Jake on the back. “Hey, man, I didn’t know you were here. How’s it goin’?”
“Not bad,” Jake said, clenching the beer bottle in his fist. “You?”
Tucker chuckled. “Okay, someone gonna tell me what the hell’s goin’ on here?”
“Nothing,” Jessica said as she stood. She held her hand out to Phil. “How would you like to go for a walk, get to know each other a little better?”
He glanced at Jake, looking decidedly uncomfortable. “Um, yeah, sure.”
Jake moved to block the doorway. “I’d like to have a word with you first, if you don’t mind?”
She glared at him. “I do mind. Kindly get out of the way.”
Jake considered hoisting her over his shoulder and dragging her outside kicking and screaming, but this would give him a chance to set things straight with Tucker. “Fine,” he said, stepping aside. “But we will talk.”
He waited for them to slam the screen door before he turned on his best friend. “What the hell is he doing here?”
Tucker took a pull from his beer bottle. “I told you, he’s got it bad for my little sister. I thought she should give him a chance.”
Jake shoved his hands in his pockets as he scowled at his friend. “Yeah? Well, who the fuck says you get to decide?” He knew his foul mood had everything to do with Jess walking out on him last night and refusing to take his calls since. She was behaving like a petulant little brat and he was tempted to put her over his knee and teach her a lesson once he finally got her alone.
Tucker raised his hands, grinning. “Why are you so pissed off today? Is Diane giving you grief again?”
“No, this has nothing to do with her. This is about you sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong. Jess is a grown woman for fuck’s sake. Why can’t you let her find her own man? In fact, how do you know she hasn’t already?”
