Playing Hooky (Teach Me Tonight)

by Rede, Lily

  Molly screeched as the cool lotion sent a chill down her spine, but then Jack was tossing the tube away and she went rigid as his big, slightly rough hands pushed her hair off her back and began smoothing the sunscreen into her overheated flesh.

  “What…what are you doing?” she asked inanely, but it was hard to think with fireworks going off under her skin.

  “Just keeping you from taking advantage of the unsuspecting beach staff. Relax, I’m not going to bite.”

  How could she relax when she was nearly naked and Jack was running his hands from her shoulders to the small of her back in tantalizing sweeps that filled her with unwelcome heat? Then he pressed his thumbs into either side of her spine, and Molly couldn’t help it. She melted like warm taffy, a soft moan escaping her lips as he massaged his way along her back.

  “Like that, do you?” he muttered.

  Odious man, Molly thought without rancor, God, his hands…

  His thumbs rubbed firm circles into her lower back as he gripped her waist, and it felt incredible. She gripped the edges of the chaise as arousal tightened her nipples and her pussy throbbed. Relaxation morphed into desire, whether her brain cooperated or not.

  “Such a tiny waist,” Jack breathed out, sounding irritated.

  Molly was almost relieved when his hands moved north again, but had to bite her lip to stifle a gasp as she felt the back tie of her bikini give way.

  Dangerous.

  Was there even a point to pretending that this wasn’t the most erotic moment of her life? She was putty in his hands, and could only hold onto the chaise while Jack stroked and petted with slick fingers, letting his big hands brush the sides of her breasts and dip lightly under the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

  Molly should pull away.

  She should tell him to stop.

  She should roll over and let him rub all the aching spots he missed.

  Without her permission, a decidedly heated groan spilled from her throat.

  TOUCHING HER WAS A mistake, Jack thought as her breathy little groan wrapped itself around his rigid cock and tugged. At least she was lying on her stomach so she couldn’t see how she affected him, but it didn’t matter, because now he knew how fucking soft and warm her skin was under his hands, and how responsive she was to every little touch. Smooth, resilient flesh, with toned muscle under satin skin. His mouth watered for a taste – a kiss just there in the small of her back, a lick between her delicate shoulder blades, and he was dying to drag his lips along the waistband of that tiny swimsuit clearly designed with the sole purpose of driving sane men to insanity. He closed his eyes for a moment to dispel the image of dipping down to take a little nip out of one of the luscious cheeks of her perfect, curvy little ass.

  Touching her was a serious fucking mistake.

  The swim had been a good idea, clearing his mind out in the blue waters of the South Pacific, but all of his troubles came rushing back at the first glimpse of Miss Molly Callahan playing the role of siren as she rubbed sunscreen into her practically naked little body, all delicately strength and soft flesh. Her breasts were a perfect, full handful, and her skin was so smooth his mouth actually watered. That incredible body was on display for any fucker that walked by.

  No one has a right to be this hot, he thought resentfully, watching Molly shudder as he traced a sunscreen-slicked finger from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine, just above the sweet cleft hidden by a scrap of hot pink.

  Why doesn’t she stop me? Somebody really ought to.

  Molly whimpered as his hands glided up again to brush the sides of her breasts, pressed into the chaise, meltingly soft where they swelled against the pads of his fingers. It would be so easy to slide under to find the hard little points of her nipples. She was so sensitive, he wanted to make her come like that, from his hands on her tits and a seductive growl in her ear.

  Another minute and he was going to forget that he didn’t like her, that they were out in the open, that any minute one of her hot cabana boys would be back. Jack swore under his breath. Cabana boys. This was all their fault anyway. He couldn’t stand the idea of one of them sitting here with a shit-eating grin, rubbing sunscreen into Molly’s back, copping a feel all the way down. The thought of any of those meathead pricks laying their clumsy fingers on her skin, making her sigh and moan in pleasure, had possessiveness and jealousy searing through him in a dark wave, making him dizzy. Jack was so appalled, he lurched back, breaking contact.

  I have to get out of here.

  “Jack?”

  The arousal in her voice had his cock jerking hard, but he quickly turned his back, grabbing a nearby towel to conceal the erection tenting his swim trunks. He hurried away, but not before catching one last glimpse of Molly pushing up on one elbow, her face flushed, confusion and heat in her eyes, skin glistening with sunscreen, and her free arm holding the loose pink band of material over those mouthwatering tits.

  Son of a bitch.

  EATING ALONE WAS NO more fun in paradise than it was back in her apartment, Molly discovered. Usually she avoided it by meeting up with friends or stopping by one of her siblings’ houses for a bite to eat a few times a week, but neither of those were an option at the moment. She looked around the little open-air restaurant out on the pier, trying to enjoy her almost solitary meal.

  The honeymooners had finished eating and were wrapped around each other on the dance floor, oblivious to the world. There was no sight of the birdwatcher, who apparently was an early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of guy, and she hadn’t seen Jack since he’d stormed off earlier.

  What a mess, she thought.

  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand what had happened, but Molly had been surprised by the horror on his face as he’d stumbled away from her. Clearly, Jack Roman was attracted to her, and just as clearly, he’d rather chew off his own arm than admit it. His arousal on the yacht yesterday had been more than just a knee-jerk male reaction to being pressed to welcoming female flesh. It was bad enough trying to fight an attraction by herself, but Molly felt an unwilling twinge of sympathy – he was in the same boat. Acting on it would make things even more complicated than they already were.

  And yes, her pride was a little stung. Just a little.

  Would it be so terrible? It had felt so good.

  But Molly couldn’t help wondering if Jack’s attitude problem was normal, or if it was the result of the same kind of sexual frustration she’d been living with since she met him. Bree adored him and thought of him as her stalwart older brother, kind and chivalrous and perfect. Molly wasn’t naïve enough to think that Jack was celibate, however.

  We can’t all be goody-two-shoes schoolteachers.

  Molly sighed, feeling relaxed and loose from the long day in the sun, though her mind was whirling with questions. She wandered back toward her room, looking out at the ocean and the stars, which were just starting to appear against the dark night sky. The other bungalows were dark, except for the one at the far end.

  Jack’s, she thought.

  Feeling unaccountably vulnerable and alone in the world, Molly leaned against the railing of the walkway, the long skirts of her strapless sundress tangling around her ankles. It was getting cool and she’d forgotten her sweater. She shivered.

  “Hey, Molly,” he said.

  Molly spun around, her breath catching as she spotted Jack strolling toward her, sleeves rolled up, hands in his pockets.

  “I didn’t see you at dinner,” she replied weakly.

  “I was working on my book proposal. I’ll get something later.”

  For the first time, he wasn’t scowling, and seemed almost contrite as he stepped up to the railing to join her.

  “I’m sorry about everything,” he said, to her surprise, “Bree tells me I can be a real asshole. All the time.”

  “Oh.”

  “And I didn’t expect you to be here,” he continued.

  Now’s the time to be either really brave or really stupid, Callahan.


  “And it bothers you that you want to sleep with me,” she blurted out.

  We’re going with really stupid. Nice.

  Jack froze, and Molly held her breath, wishing it were light enough to see his expression.

  “And it bothers me that I want to sleep with you,” he agreed softly.

  His fingers came up to tug a lock of hair away from her face and she nearly moaned as they brushed her cheek before moving to cup her jaw. Molly couldn’t think as his head lowered, but everything in her went liquid as she felt his lips trace hers, the barest hint of sensation, and the heat of his breath.

  “Are you going to let me?” he murmured.

  Molly had no time to formulate an answer because his mouth came down on hers and then he was drawing her close and her body melted against him. Long, drugging, wet kisses addled her brain as he learned the shape of her with delicious, deliberate hands. She tugged her mouth away to taste his jaw and the strong column of his throat, as she’d been dying to, and he gasped, his hands gripping her hips to rub her against the magnificent bulge of his cock.

  Oh my.

  “Tell me no, Molly,” Jack ordered hoarsely, “Tell me no or take me inside before I fuck you right here against this railing.”

  Tell him no?

  Molly ignored him, unbuttoning his shirt, her mouth exploring his collarbone, drunk on his taste as she sampled the impressive muscles of his chest. They stumbled backward toward her front door. A few frantic moments with the key card and then they were inside. Molly had his shirt off and was fumbling with the waistband of his shorts when Jack wrested control back, catching her wrists and pinning them over her head against the closed door. Trapped, Molly arched toward him.

  “Slow down,” he muttered.

  “I don’t want to slow down,” she insisted, heat rolling through her body, her pussy swollen and already wet for him.

  She felt a little out of control, and wanted to do all the wicked things she’d dreamt about, that she’d been too bashful to try with anyone else. Molly wanted to nibble her way down his body and taste his cock until he begged. She wanted him to take her in every position she could think of, and then come up with a few more. She wanted him to fill her so thoroughly that she’d never be able to consider another man.

  No. This is temporary, Molly.

  “Just for tonight,” she managed as Jack trailed kisses down her throat, “When we get home, this never happened,”

  Still holding her wrists, Jack flipped on a nearby lamp, flooding the bungalow in soft light. Molly blushed as he considered her, eyes smoldering with desire, but he only nodded and reached for the stretchy neckline of her dress, tugging it down to bare her breasts as she gasped.

  “PINK,” HE MURMURED IN satisfaction, cupping one of her perfect tits and stroking a thumb over the velvety peak that tightened instantly under his touch.

  He was done fighting it. A frustrating afternoon of doubt and self-recrimination made him realize that he had two options – either leave the island and return when he was sure not to run into her, or let this crazy attraction burn itself out. They would probably both regret it later, but Jack’s body was shouting screw it at the top of its lungs, and how was a man supposed to concentrate with that kind of distraction?

  She wanted him. He knew it. He wanted her, and he knew that too. Neither realization made him happy, but the moment he saw her strolling by his bungalow in her colorful, strapless dress, her creamy shoulders bare and her hair streaming around her, he knew he was done.

  Now he had her pinned to the door of her room, half-naked and desperate for his touch. He pinched her nipple lightly and savored her excited gasp. He was hard and throbbing, but he wanted this to last.

  “If any of my science teachers had looked like you, I may have set some kind of masturbation record.”

  She laughed, but it became a moan as Jack lowered his head to stroke her nipple with his tongue, blowing softly on the tight, wet flesh, and then nibbling around it with teasing lips and gentle teeth.

  “Mmmm…I’ll bet you taste good everywhere,” he teased, but she was too far gone to respond with anything other than a whimper as he drew one swollen peak into his mouth and sucked.

  So good.

  For long moments he tasted and teased, making sure each nipple was well and truly sampled before moving on to the other. She writhed and arched beneath him, her little moans and desperate pleas for more like music to his ears. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore, and let her hands go to scoop her up and deposit her on the bed. She reached for him, but he scooted back out of her grip, tugging her stretchy dress down and tossing it aside.

  “I want to touch you,” she complained.

  “Me first,” Jack insisted, licking his lips at the sight of another skimpy little swimsuit bottom, this time in black.

  Molly’s eyes went wide and she scrambled to anchor herself with fistfuls of sheet as Jack hunkered down between her thighs, spreading them as far as they’d go. The scent of her arousal made him dizzy and even harder, which he hadn’t thought possible.

  “Does your pussy like being licked?” he asked, grinning as her breath hitched.

  He traced a light pattern over the damp scrap of spandex and she whimpered.

  “I…I don’t have much experience,” she admitted, in a near whisper, “My last boyfriend didn’t…”

  She stopped, looked worried, and Jack felt an answering ache in his heart. He didn’t want her worried or anxious. He wanted her hot and mindless and desperate for him, just as he was for her.

  “He missed out,” he assured her, and tugged the flimsy material to the side, looking down in satisfaction.

  Bare, pink, and wet.

  Just as he’d imagined.

  Her taste exploded on his tongue with the first lick, and Jack groaned with the perfection of it as he lifted her ass in both hands and set out to explore each sweet little fold and the tempting, swollen nub of her clit.

  “Sing for me, siren,” he muttered.

  And she did.

  MOLLY COULDN’T CATCH HER breath. The fantasy of being pleasured by Jack Roman was one thing, but the reality was something so much more intense, she reeled. Her last boyfriend wasn’t interested in performing oral sex, and the few times she’d experienced it with previous relationships left her unimpressed.

  Jack, however, made no concessions for her lack of experience. He feasted on her pussy like a man starved, leaving no part of her untouched, and when he pulled back to blow gently on her throbbing clit, Molly thought she might actually have to kill him with her bare hands.

  “Please, Jack!”

  “Please what?” he asked with a smirk, placing gentle kisses on the flesh she’d waxed for her vacation.

  “I need…your mouth…”

  “You have my mouth, baby,” he murmured, “and the rest of me, too.”

  But he stopped teasing her and lowered his head to scrape his stubble over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She shrieked at the sensation and Jack chuckled before drawing her clit back into his mouth for a leisurely suck. Molly wanted to relax and enjoy it, she really did, but this was Jack, and she’d wanted him for so long, and he was sucking her, and she was helpless as pleasure crashed over her in waves that had her crying out as she jerked in his arms.

  “I could eat you all night,” Jack growled, lapping up the juices that had gathered, with obvious relish.

  Molly could feel the tension coiling again, and she tugged on Jack’s hair with shaking hands.

  “Inside me this time,” she ordered, and he nipped her thigh lightly before kneeling up between her legs to undo his shorts and push them down.

  Sexy sea god, she thought as she greedily took in all that golden muscle and the hot light in his eyes, and then followed the tight abs down a sweet little happy trail to his cock, thick and long with a wide cap, rising from a neat patch of darker blond hair, a heavy sac drawn up beneath.

  Huge and hard and mine. For now.

  Molly lic
ked her lips and Jack groaned, “Whenever you do that I just want to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, it’s fucking inconvenient because we’re always surrounded by your entire family.”

  “Do you want to bend me over something right now?” Molly asked, squirming as he kicked his shorts away and untied the little bows at her hips, leaving her naked and spread.

  “Not this first time,” Jack said, coming down over her, but keeping his weight on his hands, “Are you protected?”

  “Always,” she nodded, trying to tug him down, but he resisted.

  “Uh-uh,” he murmured, ducking to nip her chin, “The first time I fuck you, I want you to watch while I slide my cock into that hot pussy.”

  He suited action to words, rubbing the fat crown through her folds a few times with a delightfully dirty friction that made her whimper, before finding her opening.

  “Watch it go in, Molly, an inch at a time.”

  Helplessly, she watched, clutching his shoulders, the sensation magnified by the naughty visual. Jack’s jaw was tight and his muscles rippled as he flexed his hips until the last inch of cock was buried inside her and she felt overfull and perfectly stretched.

  “Shit, you’re tight,” he muttered.

  Molly tentatively squeezed her inner muscles around the throbbing intruder and he groaned, set his knees, and started moving.

  “Keep watching,” Jack ordered, and Molly did her best to comply, though her vision started to blur as pleasure lashed her body with every stroke of the glistening shaft shuttling between her thighs, smooth and strong and wonderful.

  Needing more, Molly tugged his mouth down to kiss, and a moment later moaned in pleasure as Jack let his weight come down on her, the hot strength of him better than any fantasy, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his cock until she thought she’d go mad. Jack fucked her like he did everything – with precision and serious attention to detail, pushing her into orgasm again, so hard and fast that all she could do was let it take her.

  “More,” he insisted against her throat, and started building her up again.