He kissed her, wanting to share that feeling as he worked his hand up between them. The increase of heat as he got closer to his goal drove him half-mad.
Her hips rose against his hand as she tried to wriggle closer to his touch. “LJ, please.”
He grinned. “You know I love a woman who says please.”
Her shorts were frustratingly tight. He worked a finger up through the leg opening anyway, wiggling it until he found the crotch of her panties and then slipping inside. Wet. Hot. Yes.
He dropped his forehead against hers and let out a long breath at the same time she gulped one down.
“Kiss me,” he whispered as he explored under her panties. Up and down, a little bit inside and then out again. God, she was wet. How long had it been since anybody had taken care of her like this?
Andra took his mouth so fiercely he forgot to pause for air. His finger slipped inside of her, and she responded with a silky rush. He wriggled his hand, finally managing to get enough space in her shorts to fit two fingers inside her, and oh sweet Lord, he could feel her stretch just to take that. He went light-headed as all the blood in his brain headed south. She bucked, asking for more. He pressed deep, curling his fingers toward her front wall.
She flinched and squeaked, and he pulled back. “Bad or good?”
She gripped his shoulders, half rising off his lap with the tension in her legs. “Good. Good good good. Can you do that again?”
“Like this?”
He curled his fingers, very slow this time, petting that one little sensitive spot he’d just found. Making friends with it. Moisture slicked down his fingers.
LJ muttered a curse, his vision going blurry for a second. Which was terrible, because her thighs were spread wide by his legs and his weight bench, his hand disappearing under the crotch of her shorts, with her breasts jiggling every time her hips jerked. If the visual alone wasn’t enough to drive him out of his mind, her inner muscles eagerly throttling his fingers would have done the trick.
Andra gasped. “Please. Please.”
He twisted, but he couldn’t get his thumb to the right place inside her cutoffs. Fuck his giant hand, and fuck her gloriously tiny shorts.
“Can I take your shorts off?” He kissed her neck, her hair, her forehead. Say yes. Please say yes.
The fabric twisted around his hand, and he looked down to see her unzipping her fly. He started to withdraw, and she gripped him even tighter inside. “No,” she gasped. “Don’t—I’ll take them off around your hand. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
That was definitely not going to work, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her. She stood up and tried to work her shorts and panties off, getting them all tangled in his hand. He slowly plunged his fingers into her, curling them the whole way back out as he watched her struggle with her panties, her hands getting weaker and more ineffectual the closer he brought her to the edge.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. “One second, okay? Just one second.” He pulled his fingers out of her, yanked her panties down, and was back inside her before she had a chance to take a full breath.
She stood in front of him, naked with her shorts and panties crumpled above her knees, the weight bench keeping him from pulling them all the way down. Not even his many fantasies touched the reality of how insanely sexy she looked right now. He touched his thumb to his own soaked palm to wet it, then stroked it up through the layers of her until he found her swollen, neglected clit. She yelped and grabbed his wrist.
Yeah, the neighbors definitely heard that one. But that didn’t matter half so much as pleasing her did.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I know it’s sensitive. I’ll be real careful—I promise. You trust me?”
She let go of his wrist, her hands trembling, and he skimmed the pad of his thumb around the edges of her clit. Not rubbing, just teasing her enough so that she could feel exactly how much she was going to love it. Andra shifted, trying to spread her legs to let him farther inside but caged by her shorts at her knees. He calibrated the rhythm to exactly what kept her trembling, and increased the pressure on her clit with every inward stroke. When her knees started to wobble, too, he leaned forward and finally let himself taste her.
Just a little, his tongue tracing around the edges of his thumb, but it was enough to make her scream.
He grinned, even though she cut herself off halfway through, swallowing the rest of the cry. He curled his fingers into her sweet spot, keeping his thumb steady over her clit as he teased his tongue around its edges. With his free hand, he reached around and cupped the bare curve of her bottom. Her legs clenched as she arched into his mouth, quivering . . . and then she broke. With an exhale so hard it was almost a yelp, she started to come.
“God, yes, I want to feel you. Get me wet,” he urged. “Come all over my hand.”
He couldn’t resist. He took his thumb away, nuzzling his tongue into its place so he could enjoy her clit pulsing in perfect time to the squeezing of her muscles around his fingers. His hips jumped, the vinyl of the bench squeaking against his ass because his shorts had crept down more while he was playing with her.
She started to fall forward and knocked him off-balance. He had to pull out to catch her, and even then he cracked his head on the bench press bar on the way down. Though he managed to keep her head away from it, at least.
“You okay?”
Andra was curled a little into herself, lying on his chest as she gulped down air. “Mmm. Uh. Uh-huh.” She twitched as an aftershock ran through her. A second later she arched, reaching back to try to push her shorts the rest of the way off.
Man, this shed was hot. Especially with her lying on top of him. But her breasts against his chest as she squirmed . . .
LJ’s fingers twitched, and he realized they were still slicked with her response. Nothing had ever turned him on like that—to know that she hadn’t wanted sex in years, but now she was shaking with the pleasure he’d brought her. He reached between their bodies and wrapped a hand around himself, rubbing her wetness all over the stiff shaft. He groaned through his teeth, giving the head an extra squeeze.
Andra pushed up on his chest, peeking down to see what he was doing. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to give up the feeling of his dick glistening wet with her pleasure. This would have to tide him over until the day when she finally wanted him inside her.
She exhaled a small, broken sound while she watched him stroke himself. Her thighs clenched over his as she curled her hips forward again. When she glanced up, her green eyes practically steamed the air between them. “I like that,” she whispered.
He was going to die. His brain was going to explode right along with his hard-on, and that was going to be the end of him. Also, he did not care.
“I want you,” she said, scooting up until slick skin bumped his knuckles where they were fisted around his erection. “Please?”
“I don’t have a condom.” It hurt even to say it, so he pushed up and stole a kiss as a consolation prize. Why was this shed full of all these useless boxes and not condoms?
Her face fell. “Do you have one inside? I could get dressed and go get it. Wait!” She reared back. “I have an implant. Birth control implant. I only got it to help control my—” She stopped, blushing. “But it’s birth control. That works, right?”
He had to chuckle. She was naked in his backyard shed, practically pushing herself onto his cock, and she couldn’t say the word “period”?
“Yeah, Andie-girl. That will work just fine.” If his dick would shrink about two sizes, it would work even better, but he was definitely not going to tell her that. He’d just get her wet enough she wouldn’t notice she was tight as any virgin.
Except the last time he’d been inside her, it had gone badly. Even if she wasn’t afraid of him, he wanted to make sure he didn’t trigger any bad memories. His brain whirred
into action. He’d gone too fast last time, definitely. This time, it would be all slow. Also, she had been on the bottom, which was probably—he didn’t want to think about that. Top. She could be on top. That would be perfect. The bench press bar had to go, though, or one of them would certainly end up with a concussion.
He reached past her and gripped the bar, lifting it out of its cradle. Bending his elbows, he let it drift back past his head. As soon as it cleared his forehead, he dropped the bar with a crash. “Andra, could you . . . ?” He reached down and snapped the elastic waistband of his shorts, currently caught around his thighs and beneath hers.
“Right, of course.” She stood up and tugged his shorts down his legs, toeing off her cowboy boots.
She bent down, pulling off his shoes, then starting on his socks. He sat up, shucking off his shirt as he went. “Hey, I’ll get those.”
“Too late.” She flipped her hair back, and uncertainty flashed through her green eyes. “So should I—I mean, where do you want me?”
He rubbed his hands down her arms and lifted her hands so he could kiss one and then the other. Why didn’t he have anywhere romantic to take her? Someplace with candles and an air conditioner and a big bed about a million miles away from his mama’s room. He wanted Andra to be comfortable.
“How about my lap?” He gave her a smile—the teasing one that usually cheered her up. “You seemed like you liked it earlier.”
Her eyes warmed, and she let him draw her back to her feet and tug her forward until she had to part her thighs to allow room for him and the weight bench. This time, she blushed as she spread her legs. He didn’t want her to be self-conscious about any part of this, so he searched for a way to distract her.
“Here, run your nails through my hair. Feels good when you do that.” He placed her hands for her, then nuzzled his face against her belly, saying hello with soft kisses and then warming her up with a little bit of tongue. Her fingers clenched against the back of his head, and he brought one hand up between her legs, tracing a single fingertip along her slit.
Ah yes. Still so wet for him. She gasped but only leaned closer. Perfect. Next step, getting her to decide his cock was a good thing, so she’d let him use it to rub that sweet spot inside of her.
Touching her shoulders, he eased her down onto his lap. She tightened her thighs, trying to hold herself up. “It’s okay. Relax.” He gave her a crooked smile and slapped his scarred thigh. “I’m tough. I can take a little bitty thing like you sitting on me.”
She laughed and sat down, teetering as she balanced on his thighs until she got a toe on the floor to steady herself. Her legs were stretched wide open for him in this position. Why had he wanted a bed again?
He kissed her, running a hand through her hair. Then he nuzzled his way over to her ear, touching his tongue to her earlobe before he whispered, “I like it when you get me all wet. Did you see how much I liked it?”
Her breathing stuttered and she nodded.
“Good.” He let his voice drop to a lower rumble, and her nipples hardened against his chest. “Does that mean I can do it again?”
“Yes.” The word came out breathless, but very certain. He reached down and gripped his aching cock, tipping it against her. Gently at first, then more aggressively as he found where she was slippery, her flesh the tiniest bit swollen with arousal.
Andra hugged him, pressing her breasts into his chest and burying her face in his neck. He could feel every heave of her filling lungs and every tattered edge of her exhale against his throat. He took his time, his throat clutching as he waited for the first hint of her stiffening up, for the gasp that signaled the start of an attack. But this time, there was nothing. LJ’s heart beat hugely in his chest. She was finally relaxing with him. Maybe all they needed was to build a whole new set of memories around sex, until not so many things were linked to the old ones.
He kissed her temple and closed his eyes as she melted her pleasure all over the head of his cock. He nudged it up through the layers of her, circling her clit. Now he had to grit his teeth, because he was almost too far gone for this kind of playing.
“I’m going to lie back,” he murmured, kissing her hair again. “You can come down with me, or you can stay up here. Whatever you want, you hear me?”
She whimpered into his neck, kissed his skin, and then bit him. It was the tiniest of nips, but it exploded white stars all through his head. Tension gathered in the base of his spine again, growling at him to thrust and pound and bury himself so deep inside her that she’d never be able to wash away his scent.
“That felt good,” he managed. “You do that as much as you want, Andie-girl.”
He tightened his abs and lay back. To his surprise, she stayed sitting up high, not hiding in his arms anymore. Instead, she looked down to where he held his dick, the dark skin tracing her slit beneath midnight curls.
He dipped his shaft low, letting her see the moisture glistening on his head when he pushed it up toward her clit again. She moaned, falling forward and catching her weight with a hand against his chest. Her thighs flexed and clamped against his. And then one of her small hands joined his on his cock.
He mumbled something that might have been a prayer or something far less holy, and he let her have him. As soon as his hand moved, she rolled her hips, rubbing his erection exactly where she wanted it and holding him far less gingerly than he would have expected. But at this point, her hand wasn’t enough friction. He needed her all over, squeezing him deep in her body and soaking the base of him.
She hitched herself higher, letting his arousal taste her entrance. He was lined up perfectly, and he had to lock down every muscle he owned not to thrust.
“Andra. Open your eyes, sweetheart.” He reached up and cupped her jaw, letting his thumb rest over her slightly parted lips.
When her lashes lifted, her green eyes were dilated as all hell. He was pretty sure his were, too, as she sank down, taking the first inch of him. Her mouth fell open on a gasp, and then she nipped his thumb. His hips leaped, driving him another inch into her.
“Sorry, sorry.” He retreated, lowering his ass back to the bench. “We can go as slow as you need to, darlin’.”
Her eyelashes fluttered at the friction of him sliding back out of her, and she closed her lips around his thumb.
Oh sweet Jesus. His lids drooped closed as he got lost in everything she was making him feel.
Andra lowered herself, taking more of him. Three inches now, four. Not enough. Then she made a tiny noise.
His eyes flew open. No. Please, no.
She smiled. “I’m okay. You take some getting used to, is all.” Her legs tightened and she lifted up again, the slide all silky grip that had him panting and her sighing. “Worth it. So worth it.” She pumped herself a couple of times on only the head of him.
His neck went loose. “Please. Oh God.” Then he realized what he’d said and swallowed, his fists gripping the bench at his sides. “No. Slow is perfect, sweet girl. You take all the time you need.”
“You want it faster?” Her eyes flared, all green challenge. This time, when she sank back down, she took him all. He couldn’t even think through the crazy tight grip of her. All around his cock, molding to his every ripple even as he pulsed and swelled impossibly harder.
He dug all ten fingers into the bench. Before he had a chance to get himself under control, Andra lifted up and slid back down, each pass wetter, hotter than the last.
He was going to come. No. No, that could not happen. Not yet. He gritted his teeth, but then she bounced on his dick, three fast little jerks, and he almost lost it again.
“LJ?”
A pang twisted in his chest when he found frustration straining her face.
“I can’t—I want . . . I don’t think I’m doing it right.”
“You’re doing it way too right,” he muttered, but he pried
his hands off the bench with a creak of overused knuckles and took her hands. “Hold on up here, okay?” He brought them up to the supports where the bench press bar used to rest. This stretched her out, her breasts teasing just above him, her arms spread sensually wide. He took her by her tiny waist and lifted her, sliding his dick ever so slowly out until only two inches were left inside. “Lock your arms and brace yourself right there, okay? You doing all right?”
She stared down at him, her eyes running over his body and catching on his face. “You’re beautiful,” she said. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Her inner muscles clenched along with her words, tugging at the head of his cock.
Yes and yes and more yes. He loved the way she was looking at him, that they were sharing this moment and she looked every bit as happy about it as he was.
He rolled his abs torturously slow. Starting all the way at the top and running all the way down to the bottom as he stroked the full length of himself into her. Slow at first, so he could blur the edges of both their thoughts with the sweet slide of it. She was starting to relax, her walls stretching to let him farther inside even as she gripped him, begging for more with tiny little squeezes that tormented his swollen dick.
LJ held his breath as he watched her face, giving her the first hard thrust with a curl of his hips at the end.
She squeaked and almost lost her grip on the weight bench, her little nipples pebbling even tighter.
He reached up and cupped her ass, driving into her with short bursts that hooked hard at the bottom. Her jaw clenched tight, and she let go of the weight bench and leaned back, angling instinctively to try to prolong the burst of pleasure at the end of each pass. “Yes. Please, yes, LJ, oh my—”
Something wordless and intense roared through his ears, dangerous tingles already gathering at the base of his arousal.
“I can make it feel better, but I have to have you on your knees,” he gasped. “Can I put you on your knees, sweet girl?”
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