by Meka James
She leaned forward, her wrists still firmly in his hands, and kissed him. Typically she was not a fan of kissing—mostly because she’d come across men who sucked at it. But Ryan...this man knew how to work his mouth. Perfect pressure on her lips, the way his tongue took control, and most importantly, she didn’t have the urge or need to wipe her face afterward. Silently she prayed all of his skills were up to the same level.
He released her wrists, finding a better use for his hands grabbing her ass and rocking her along his cock. The clean, sunshine after a rain scent—simple, basic, but damned sexy—made her lightheaded with desire. Between the friction from her soaked panties and the pressure of his erection, she’d climax soon. And that was something she wanted to do while experiencing that magnificent cock she’d seen twice now.
She sat back, breathless, and burning with need. “Please tell me you have condoms.”
His heavy breaths matched her own. “So, full on funny business?”
“Hell yeah, full on funny business.”
Ryan slid forward, moving them both to the end of the couch. Jess climbed off his lap and stood, as did he. Placing his fingers under her chin, he lifted her face and planted a soft kiss on her mouth before taking her hand to lead her up the stairs.
Her heart pounded. The break in their connection gave her a chance to second guess. Was she really about to have sex with a stranger? No. Acquaintance. She mentally corrected herself on the term again. But not boyfriend, or heck even someone she’d gone on a couple of dates with.
They stepped into his room, stopping at the foot of his bed. She didn’t have a chance to take it in as his chest blocked her vision. A hard chest, with ticklish nipples. And chiseled abs. And his dick...the thick, hard dick that had been pressed against her. Her gaze fluttered up at him.
A furrowed brow and downturned lips marred his angular features. “You okay? Because if not, we can go back downstairs...”
“No. I’m good.”
And she was. She liked sex as much as the next girl and she saw no reason not to give in to her carnal need. Franco was good, but battery operated could only do so much. To prove her point, Jess stepped back and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts.
Ryan’s hands were over hers before she could pull them down. “I’d like the honor of that.”
Another rush of arousal slammed into her. At this rate it would be dripping down her legs. He kissed her again, before trailing down her neck. Those strong hands once again cupped her breast and he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He brought it up to meet his mouth, and suckled the taut bud.
He sucked and flicked his tongue across the hardened peak. She ran her fingers through his dark curls, silently encouraging him to do more. But he moved away, and she whimpered at the absence. As he lowered himself to his knees, he took her shorts and panties with him on the journey down.
Her breathing constricted and her heart rate spiked as her sexy neighbor stared at her exposed pussy that no doubt glistened with her desire. He cupped her mound, and easily slipped two fingers into her slick opening. Slow circles with his fingers in time with the slight pressure of his palm against her clit.
Gripping his shoulders, Jess steadied herself to the mounting pleasure. A third digit joined his other two and he continued the movement with his palm. She desperately wanted him to use his mouth, but wasn’t sure she could stand it if he did. Her fingers dug in as tiny sparks shot up her legs as he increased his speed, pumping his fingers in and out of her body.
The dam broke. “Fuuuck!” She leaned forward, panting, and let the orgasm work its magic.
Ryan appeared in front of her, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He kissed her again, his tongue probing her mouth, slow and unrushed. His expert pliant lips certainly gave her a new outlook on kissing. A low moan vibrated in the back of her throat when his fingers stroked her sensitive clit.
“On the bed,” he whispered.
Begrudgingly, she separated from his mouth and complied with his request. She expected him to join her, but he remained standing. Her gaze went to the very distinct outline of his erection and a shiver passed through her.
“Spread your legs. I want to see my handiwork.”
The lustful twinkle in his eyes and low raspy sound of his voice worked together to act as an invisible drawstring that pulled her legs open to expose her drenched sex while she played catch up on the fact that he wanted to see. Holy fuck, if she were capable of blushing, no doubt she’d be a flashing beacon from head to toe.
“That is fucking beautiful.”
Her knees fell open a little bit wider at his declaration and she shuddered. The bed dipped under his weight. He flattened his tongue against her and licked her slit from bottom to top. Using his fingers, he spread her wider and flicked his tongue across her stiff bud before he closed his lips around it and sucked. A gruff scream ripped from her throat.
Pops of light darted behind her tightly closed lids. One hand fisted his hair, the other the comforter. Ryan continued his glorious torture of licking and sucking. That tongue of his was magic. He thrust it in and out of her body. She bucked her hips, grinding against him, essentially fucking his face until her body went stiff. The glory consumed her, making her incapable of even screaming, freezing her muscles until she crashed in a massive wave.
This man couldn’t be real. She had to be dreaming. Her body continued to spasm from the aftershocks as she relaxed against the bed. No words could be formed. Hell, she couldn’t even open her eyes. She panted, and tried to gain her bearings again.
The bed shifted. A drawer opened and closed. Paper ripped. Another dip of the bed. When her eyes managed to open, Ryan loomed above her wearing a large ass smile. He settled between her legs and his cock pressed against her.
Oh right, he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
Chapter Six
Ryan
Ryan gazed at his captivating new neighbor and licked his lips, tasting more of her sweet essence. Fuck if she didn’t taste as good as he’d hoped. The sated, relaxed look on her face boosted his ego swell. Hookups or not, he was a man who prided himself on making sure his partners were well taken care of. He leaned down and flicked his tongue across her pert nipple. They both sat prominent and erect, like perfect chocolate drops.
Her fingers raked through his hair and she arched her back. He squeezed her meaty flesh, kneading and massaging her glorious full breasts. A roll of his tongue around the taut peak before he sucked the plump bud into his mouth. The low groan she let out was a direct call to his dick and was one he was eager to answer.
A nudge opened her thighs wider, and the space allowed the tip of his cock to tease her entrance. It jumped in anticipation. He released her nipple, pulled his hips back and thrust forward. Her eyes went wide.
He brushed his lips against her ear. “Breathe, Jess.”
A slow exhale blew across his skin, and she wiggled beneath him to widen her legs. Ryan eased back then slowly inched forward. She released a drawn out moan until he was fully sheathed in her body.
Fuck she was tight and Ryan had a moment of worry that she might be a virgin. He didn’t need or want that on his head. When she lifted her hips in time with his next thrust, the thought faded away. No newbie would know how to work her body the way she did.
Her fingers scraped down his back, and he shifted to the side so he could once again squeeze her plump tit. He rolled his tongue across her tight peak, loving the moans pouring from her and the way her body cradled his cock. Damn he’d missed this. And she was so fucking responsive. Ryan didn’t believe in all that cosmic timing bullshit, but with Jess writhing beneath him, he was thanking whatever divine intervention set her in his path. Each warm puff of air, and roll of her hips, plus the low, constant whimpers fueled his desire to pleasure her like no other had.
He rocked forward with slow movements to allow
for the adjustment as she opened up to him more with each push. Jess arched her back and they fell into a rhythm. Soft groans tumbled from her, mixing with his own grunts.
“Faster,” she whispered.
Their eyes met and he grinned at her before picking up speed. He gripped the top of his mattress, using it as leverage to pound into her. Her hands moved down and grabbed his ass. She squeezed and then gave his cheek a slap. Matching him stroke for stroke, their garbled sounds of pleasure intertwined with those of flesh hitting flesh.
His wooden headboard banged against the wall. Jess wrapped her legs around his waist and raised her arms above her head, then pressed against the structure for support.
“Holy...shit...yes!” Her inner walls locked around his cock, pulsating as he brought her to climax again.
He slid his arms under her and buried his face in her neck while he pumped faster. Euphoria. He let out a long groan and spilled his release into the thin latex barrier. Her hands stroked his back as he lay on top of her until the twitching in his cock subsided.
He fell beside her on the bed. Their heavy breaths and the scent of sex mingled in the air.
Mouth dry and chest heaving, he turned his head toward her. “You thirsty?”
A few strands of hair clung to her sweaty forehead. Her eyes remained half closed, but the lazy smile on her face told him all he needed to know.
“Yes.”
After giving her a quick kiss, he rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Condom discarded, and hands washed, Ryan walked out of the room not bothering with clothes. What was the point if he hoped for a round two after she had a chance to rest?
Jess walked out of the bathroom, wearing her panties and bra, when he returned with two ice-cold bottles of water.
“Um...thanks,” she mumbled, and took the offered beverage.
“For the water or the good time?”
That adorable, shy demeanor took up residence. “Both.” She cracked the seal and took a long drink, draining nearly half of it in one go.
The hint of nervousness he’d detected when they’d first entered his room made a reappearance. Something was going on behind those deep chestnut eyes, but Ryan wasn’t sure he wanted to delve into what. Hookups. That’s what he did. Not deep heart to hearts or commitment. The sex was outstanding. She had been beyond responsive. And as much as he enjoyed her company, he’d leave her to work out whatever was the issue.
A step closer, allowed him to wrap his arms around her waist. She squealed when he pressed his cold bottle to the small of her back.
“Payback for tickling my nipples.”
A playful shove, followed by a quick turn, gained her freedom from his grasp. She made a soft ticking noise, met his eyes for a moment before gathering up her discarded clothes. “I... I should go.”
“Damn. Really? I think I’m feeling a little used.” He feigned sadness and fought to keep a neutral expression when she turned to stare at him.
With hands parked on her curvy hips, her attention lingered on his naked form. “You want me to stay?”
He licked his lips as he took in her scrumptious body. The small taste he’d gotten wasn’t enough. More exploration had become a definite must. “Why not? I had a good time. I’m pretty damn sure you did. And... I have AC.”
She shifted, angling one hip out and crossed her arms across her chest. “How about pizza? You got that?”
Her question was a refreshing change. The last few women he’d been with all were of the salad eating, calorie counting variety. And Jess, with her sweet Southern appeal, was down the earth. A no fuss, no muss, kinda girl.
He chuckled. “No, but I can have one here in about forty. That work?”
* * *
Ten minutes later, the two sat on his couch finishing their warm beers from earlier.
Ryan stretched his arm out behind her and curled one of the loose strands of her hair around his finger. “You never said what brought you to the great state of Arizona.”
“My job. You know the new upscale outdoor mall going up?”
Ryan nodded. He knew it well. It was the latest project for his family’s company, and he was actually site foreman.
“I’m going to be the manager at one of the new stores. Bagley. It’s a store that sells all the high end purses and other accessories.”
Retail hell. No. Thank. You. He’d take working outside and manual labor any day of the week over dealing with customers, especially the kind he imagined shopped at that store. He finished off his beer and glanced at her. A certain level of confidence was required to pick up and move across the country on your own. More so being a female.
Jess shifted sideways, and tucked one foot under her. “I think you get another upgrade.”
His brows drew together.
“From acquaintance to friend,” she said, answering his unspoken question. “My first here.”
Friend? A simple word that came accompanied with a contradicting mix of optimism and dissatisfaction. Baffled, but refusing to dwell, Ryan slid closer and leaned to kiss her shoulder. “We should celebrate this momentous occasion.”
Their faces were centimeters apart and the desire to kiss her ran strong. Jess licked her lips and it wasn’t missed by him when her gaze fluttered down to his crotch. His sweet, sweet Georgia peach wanted more.
“What do you have in mind?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
“Peaches.”
She sat back and frowned. “You want peaches as a celebration?”
He shook his head. “No. That’s your new name. Peaches. I mean that’s what Georgia is all about right? And it fits. You are soft, sweet, and...”
Her hand covered his mouth and the V in her brow deepened. “If you are about to say juicy. Don’t. Because, really, ew.”
He reached up and wrapped his large hand around her wrist and placed a soft kiss to the inside. “I won’t say it even though...upstairs, you were certainly very...ready.” He winked and she wrinkled her nose in response, rolled her eyes, and pulled her hand free.
With a twist of her lips and a shrug of her shoulder she said, “Well, you may be slightly more arousing than Franco.”
Ryan jerked back. She had a boyfriend? What the hell? Or maybe an ex back home.
She covered her face and muttered about her runaway mouth. She was a peculiar one, and he liked her company. However, was not in the mood to deal with possible boyfriend drama. He’d had enough bullshit from the last chick to last a lifetime.
When she looked back up at him, she gave a small shrug. “He’s a vibrator.”
A weird sense of relief washed over him. He closed his eyes in a slow blink and shook his head.
“Not sure which is more shocking. The fact that you named your vibrator, or that you insulted me by saying I’m only slightly more arousing.” He winked before he pushed off the couch and gathered up both empty bottles. “I’m taking that as gauntlet thrown, which means I’ll have to work harder next time.”
Chapter Seven
Jess
“You took yo ass to the West Coast and turned floozy,” Monique said.
Hanging out with her friend was one of the biggest things Jess missed. That and her momma’s Sunday dinners. Jess shut her engine off and held the bud in her ear as she climbed out of her car.
She and Ryan had been doing whatever non-labeled thing they were doing for a week and a half. “I’m not a floozy, you hag. I swear there ain’t no pleasing you. Back home you wanted me to loosen up. Now I did, and I’m a floozy,” Jess joked.
After she maneuvered into her townhouse, she locked the door behind her and kicked her shoes off. The cool air caressed her skin. Her damned landlord had finally fixed the AC. It’d only taken him two weeks. He’d fed her some bull about all the companies being backed up; however, her threat a few days ago to withhold rent had certain
ly seemed to light a fire under his ass.
“Well fuck me,” she muttered under her breath.
“Thought neighbor boy did that already.”
Jess rolled her eyes. “Stop being juvenile. My crappy landlord fixed the AC.”
She couldn’t stop her gaze from going to the window. Ryan’s blinds were open but not drawn back. A wistful smile formed of its own accord as she recalled the nights with her sexy neighbor.
“It’s about time.”
After a little more catching up and a promise to speed up her visit, Monique had to go. Jess stood in the kitchen, closed her eyes and enjoyed the cool.
Time for a shower and to get on some lounge wear. Jess started up the stairs. The clear view from across the way stopped her. Why did her heart skip a beat at the idea of him being home? It’d been a few nights of sex. Good sex. Great, mind-blowing, toe-curling sex. But still just sex. Though, during that time, they had fun times together completely clothed as well, a fact she couldn’t ignore.
With his wicked sense of humor, and strong ties to his family, Jess knew she could fall hard for him. A firm believer that the way a man treated his mother said a lot on how he’d treat his woman, her heart warmed knowing he was a proud “momma’s boy” in a good way. Being one of two sons, he never missed their weekly family dinner nights unlike his “delinquent” brother, because they are important to her.
Though after seeing the many containers in his fridge after a trip home, she also suspected he went so he didn’t miss out on the free food. His statement about a lack of cooking skills was proven true when he’d brought over burnt cookies as his “official welcome to the neighborhood” offering.
Jess lingered at the door, waiting to catch a glimpse of him. When he walked past her heartbeat spiked, like she was some schoolgirl spying on her secret crush. She quickly waved, and he gave one in return. Bubbles of excitement formed at the sight of him stepping outside and heading toward her place. The tiny white beads on the endless-loop cord pressed into her fingers when she tugged on it to slide the blinds back before she reached for the handle. His sexy swagger sent a rush of desire between her legs. Shit, how in the hell was she getting turned on from watching him walk? The dark green T-shirt stretched across his chest and the front was tucked into the waistband of his well-worn jeans. She giggled at the sight of his feet, only protected by a pair of ugly brown socks.