She giggled. “Couldn’t ask for more.”
When I pulled away, Nicole hadn’t moved or said anything in greeting. Allie looked at me with an arched brow and my gaze went to Nicole.
“What, no hugs, no handshakes?”
“Bite me!” she said.
“No thanks,” I chortled, “I’m full.”
The chorus of Nikki and Jake from both Danica and Alissa were simultaneous. We had been scolded like two five-year-olds and suffice to say, we were behaving like them too.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Nikki?” Danica asked and my eyes flew to the woman from my past.
“What’s wrong with me?” Nicole answered.
“Yes, what’s your problem?” Danica reiterated.
“He’s my problem.” My head snapped in Nicole’s direction, who wore a sour expression along with a manicured index pointed at me. “This man-whore is my problem,” she said. “Every weekend he’s out, sleeping around, getting his jollies off on some unsuspecting woman.”
My heart sank into my gut. So much for telling her myself.
“What?” Danica turned and looked at me. Ashamed was one way of describing how I felt but humiliated seemed more appropriate. “Well…” She let her voice trail.
I snorted. I may not owe Nicole anything but I sure as hell wasn’t keeping my mouth shut. “Unsuspecting? Right.” I looked at all three women, Alissa wearing a look that resembled sympathy, Danica looking taken aback from her best friend’s news but her eyes denoted curiosity, and Nicole, well the woman’s look of repulsion was quite evident along with her pleased expression for spilling the beans. “Excuse me.”
I turned to leave and made my way for the washrooms with Alissa calling out for me to come back. I chose to ignore her. I needed to take a leak but in reality, I was looking for the nearest exit. I was half-way to the restrooms when I heard her. “Jacob?”
“I’ll be right back, Nica,” I said over my shoulder without looking at her. I shook my head at the train-wreck my night had become and walked through the men’s washroom door.
If there was a way to ensure Danica’s loss of interest in having anything to do with me, her knowledge of my extracurricular activities was one way of achieving it. The burning question in my mind at that moment was why did the thought of never seeing or speaking to her again, or the fact that I might even repulse her, sting so much?
Chapter 13
I surmised that it would be best for all parties involved that I left the bar altogether when I left the restroom. I dabbed the water away from my face with a paper serviette and made for the door. Refusing to look in Danica’s table’s direction, I stepped out.
An arm grabbed onto my wrist from behind and pulled me back before I could exit the hallway and make my way for the door.
Everything happened so fast. Pushed against a wall, mere seconds later, I had a pair of lips fused to mine, tasting of margarita and sweet sugar. By instinct alone, my eyes snapped shut to enjoy the flavor and heady closeness of Danica’s proximity. It didn’t last long.
Snapping back to reality, I pushed on the warm body that pressed against mine and found myself peering into eyes I never thought would ever be that close to me again. “W-what are you doing?” I asked. Dumbfounded, my confusion gave way to me feeling incensed.
She smirked, displaying that dimple in her left cheek I had forgotten about. “What’s it look like?”
My gut twisted. “I can’t do this. Not here, not now, not with you like this. No,” I shook my head, “just, no.” A look at the hurt in her eyes almost had me caving right then and there. My thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of my nose as I bowed my head which pressed my forehead to hers. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and hoped to be graced with a bit more mental clarity which never came. “I’ve got to get out of here,” I said, my eyes opening. I watched as she took a step back, her hands sliding down my chest as I peeled my back off the wall. Cupping the sides of her neck, I tilted her head forward and kissed the top of it. “Goodbye, Nica. Have a nice night.” I offered her a solemn smile.
My feet in motion, I moved away, feeling used. Did she think that because I had my fair share of women that I’d be willing to give it up to her or anyone else so easily?
Hell to the no!
I made it to the door when Brandy stopped me with a hand on my bicep. I forced a smile and shook my head. “Not tonight, honey.” My voice sounded bleak.
She nodded in understanding and her eyes sliced toward Danica’s table. “I saw that,” she said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I kissed her cheek. “Catch you later?”
“Sure, stud.” She winked, released my arm and I left the premises.
Sitting in the driver’s seat of my car, I was trying to validate what possessed Danica to kiss me after knowing about my “apparent” indiscretions.
The more I thought about her kiss, the more my groin tightened, serving to feed my frustrations — both physical and psychological. One thing was clear; the kisses from my dreams didn’t hold a candle to the real thing, drunken or not, not to mention the ones from my past that I’d committed to memory.
“Fuck!” I hit the steering wheel of my car before turning the key over in the ignition and peeling out of the parking lot.
Trouble was rearing its ugly head, there was no doubt now.
Getting over Danica Withers was a task that I now feared I would never accomplish. Damn but that hurt a man’s ego when said man was used to accomplishing everything he’d ever set his mind to.
If Paxton asked me now, I was ready to admit it to his face. I’d never gotten over Danica. How could I? I never got the answers I needed back then and I wasn’t any closer to getting them at the moment either.
It wasn’t just that.
All these years, I was convinced that I detested her but I didn’t. I couldn’t. My heart beat a little faster when she was around, my libido kicked into overdrive, and my brain halted all thoughts when she laughed. Fuck!
Maybe that coffee date wasn’t such a bad idea after all. It would be a chance to set the record straight. Maybe one the air was cleared I could get on with my life.
I slammed the door to my car and headed up the walkway to my front door. I was more confused now than I’d ever been. She said she wanted to be friends but then pulled that stunt at the bar. Friends don’t kiss like that. The thought of considering her as a mere acquaintance left a hollow feeling in my chest which I tried to ignore. I couldn’t imagine being around her but I also couldn’t imagine not having her around either.
Pouring myself a drink of whiskey, I carried my glass and bottle with me to the living room and sat on the couch. I took a sip and sighed at the burn. Letting my head drop forward, I leaned onto my knees. What a clusterfuck!
Oh yeah, I was definitely in trouble.
Chapter 14
I jumped up startled, grabbing onto the couch’s armrest to regain my balance after the doorbell rang. Drinking had drowned some of my confusion and so I had continued to drink. I must have passed out.
Not bothering to look at the time, knowing it was late, I headed to the door to see who it was, hell-bent on cursing out the one that had brought me out of the erotic dream I had been in the middle of.
Forgetting about my lack of shirt and the erection I was sporting, I opened the front door. I stumbled back and held tight to the knob to keep from falling over when I took in my visitor. I rubbed at my eyes. Looking up at the ceiling, I sighed. Some higher power sure as hell had a mean sense of humor.
“What is it with you,” I left the door open, turned and headed back to the living room, shuffling my feet, “you’re back in town for a week and now you’re everywhere!”
“Jacob?”
I let out a frustrated breath. “It’s Jake. What do you want, Danica?” I turned to face her.
She closed the front door and proceeded to walk to me. Okay, maybe more like prowled. You!” she said before pushing me onto the couch, “I
want you, Jacob.”
She took advantage of my shock and straddled my thighs. “It’s Jake...” I tried again but her lips made contact with mine in a fierce and hungry kiss.
My hands made their way to the tops of her knees and travelled up her bare thighs, her skirt having ridden up. Her skin was soft and warm.
I couldn’t help it. I kissed her back, feeling my way to that luscious ass of hers and squeezed. She jumped in surprise which brought her even closer to my hardened cock. I groaned in her mouth as my tongue slipped out to taste her. She opened when I feathered its tip over her bottom lip, licking the seam.
Her hands were in my hair, pulling me into her while her nails scraped my scalp. The taste, combined with the feel of her had me intoxicated. My earlier alcohol consumption didn’t help either.
When my hands reached for her shirt, she pulled back to let me hike it over her head, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust. I took my time, letting my fingertips travel down her shoulders and back up again. She was beautiful. More than when we were in high school.
Her generous breasts, tucked away behind very thin black lace looked ripe for the taking. She bit down on her bottom lip when I grazed a globe with the back of my fingers, the nipple pebbling. By the time I did the same to the other one, she let out a soft whimper.
I fisted her hair in one hand. “Beautiful,” I said before my other hand went behind her to undo the clasp of her bra.
I pulled her head down for another drink at what I will testify until my dying day, as being the best lips I have ever tasted. She moaned loud, her hands reaching down between us to work the button from its hole on my pants.
My zip now lowered, her hand snuck in and the feel of warm taught flesh meeting her soft touch did me in. Whatever resolve I could muster to stop the insanity that which was my life in that moment, had left me altogether. I was fucked quite literally and figuratively speaking. Okay, not yet but I was well on my way to the former.
She got up and held out her hand to me. “I take it your room is up there?” she asked with a nod in the stairwell’s direction and all I could do was nod, my mouth having gone dry.
I took her hand and let her lead me up the stairs. The view from behind was fantastic and it took me everything not to pick her up and rush her to my bed.
When we got to the landing, she paused and looked at me for directions. I pulled her to the left, through the double doors, dropped her hand, leaving her where she stood as I moved closer to the bed.
She started for me, her bare tits hypnotizing as they jiggled while I watched her undo the zip to her skirt, wiggling as she sent it to the floor. She kicked the garment to the side and approached me. High heels and black lace, everything else should be illegal to be worn by this woman. My parched mouth now watered at the prospect of a thorough tasting which caused me to lick my lips.
“Looks like you approve,” she said with a lascivious grin.
Coming to a stop in front of me, her hands reached for my hips, urging my slacks downward.
She knelt down, her hands rubbing up my thighs until one went to the back to cup an ass cheek through my underwear and the other began to tease my throbbing dick. I arched my head back to soak in the feel of her hands on me.
Caught up in the moment, I was brought back when I felt the hard tugging of material down my legs. I looked down, my dick bobbed its approval and after noticing, she looked up into my eyes and winked, that long forgotten dimple making another appearance.
Who are you? I asked with my eyes.
Our first time with each other had been fantastic albeit clumsy. The woman that knelt before me now was something from another world. She was the same yet she was different — confident, cunning, and more experienced without a doubt. She knew what it took to take a man to the edge and make him want to drop off into the abyss.
Her mouth opened and just as I thought she was going to say something, she gripped my shaft and licked the head. I growled at the sight. Sliding her mouth around and down my length, she moaned, sending delicious tremors through my body. My vision filled with spots.
“Fuck!” I said as my legs quaked and a hand tangled into her hair.
I might get it on a regular basis, which means that my stamina was something to boast about, but this vixen of a woman already managed to bring me to the brink of exploding before I got her out of her underwear. I was suffering a complete and utter loss of control which never happened.
Before I could put a stop to her ministrations, I felt her pull back and then plunge me deeper than before into her heated mouth. The tip of my cock hit the back of her throat and while she massaged my balls, she made to swallow me whole, her muscles milking me. My entire body tensed, my balls tightened with a release I no longer was sure I wanted to postpone.
She sucked on the down stroke and tightened her lips, humming on the up. There was no way I was going to stop her. Tonight was going to be a long night of playing. It was too late to turn back now. I would gift myself this night.
I gave her fair warning about my impending eruption but she was relentless in her pursuit. She kept up her pace and when I blew, she surprised me and swallowed every last drop.
My cock dropped from her mouth with a popping sound. She collected the drop of fluid that had seeped through the side of her mouth and licked it off her finger.
“Holy hell, woman.” My erection was still ever present.
Humming a giggle, she kissed up my stomach and got to her feet.
I needed her closer, so I pulled on her forearms until our bodies were pressed together, standing at the foot of my bed. She looked at me with a self-assured smirk, pleased with her handiwork. I had no complaint.
“I take it you liked it about as much as I did?” she asked.
I growled my agreement and smashed my mouth to hers, tasting myself. It hadn’t happened often that a woman swallowed for me, but this time had beaten all others combined — times ten!
My hands picked her up by her ass, demanding that she hold on by wrapping her arms and legs around me. I turned us around and laid her down over the sheets without once breaking our aggressive kiss. Her back arched off the cool feel of the satin as I slid us up the mattress, toward the pillows.
I pulled back, kneeling between her legs and looking down at her. “It’s time to lose those,” I eyed her underwear, “but you’re keeping the shoes.” I ripped the lace with my bare hands.
“Oh God, that’s hot!” she said. “I always wondered how it would feel to have a man do that.”
I chortled before getting back to business.
My hands rubbed up her outer thighs, coming to a stop on the tops of them as I eyed her womanhood. The sheen of the juices on her pink lips begged me to taste her. I pushed her knees up and further apart. My thumbs rubbed the crease where her thighs met her torso, toward her pussy, and began spreading her lips to get an unobstructed glimpse. I lowered my head.
“Oh!” She sucked in a loud breath as my mouth kissed her bare pubic bone. The sight of her hairless was enticing. She hadn’t been hairless our first time together and I hadn’t acquired that preference until later years but the woman that lay beneath me now covered every single preference of mine as if she knew my list.
I blew on the dew at her entrance and felt her hips lift off the mattress. With one hand, I pressed her into the mattress.
Lying on my stomach, I traced around her clit with the tip of my index finger. She gasped.
“You’re much more vocal than I remember,” I said.
“I’m a lot more than that, Mr. Landen,” she said. “Maybe I’ll show you some time.”
Oh shit! A growl made its way into my throat. I had to have her... now! Just for tonight. I didn’t care about sleep. I could sleep tomorrow or better yet, when I was dead.
I sucked her bud into my mouth with enough force to get a yelp from her but I knew she liked it with the way her reaction was followed by a loud moan and a buck of her hips. She tasted like heaven, better th
an I remembered.
“Oh! Oh God, Jacob!” She moaned louder and louder. I felt the tremors start deep with my fingers. My mouth was on her clit and I had two digits up inside, tapping and rubbing away on her sweet spot. Her legs began to quiver. “Fuck! Fuck me!” I couldn’t help but smirk at her profanity.
Definitely not the same Danica. Then again, I wasn’t the same Jake either.
At the peak of her climax, she grabbed my hair and pulled me up to her face for much needed kisses. I loved the mix of pain and pleasure her grasp on me inflicted.
I pulled away from her hungry kiss. Her face was flushed. It was, by far, the most sated face I had ever looked upon and like a bad habit, I wanted to see her eyes glaze over when I took her to even greater heights; again and again.
Reaching over to my bedside table, I opened the drawer and grabbed a condom. Danica pulled it out of my hand and looked at me. “Can I?” I nodded.
After she rolled it on, I took her hands and positioned them above her head. “Keep them there,” I said. I wanted to build her up until she begged me to take her.
Reaching down below, I tweaked her hypersensitive bud with my thumb. I savored one breast, moving on to its twin, watching as their peaks hardened. I grew more aggressive with each suck, lick and nibble, moving between both mounds of flesh.
“So responsive,” I said against the underside of one breast.
Something became evident tonight. Danica enjoyed a little bit of pain with her pleasure. The thought that she was more of a match for me in the bedroom than I ever thought, scared me but not enough to stop any of what was going to happen.
After giving her breasts enough attention, I moved south. I pulled my hand away from her cunt, feeling that she was on the verge again. My hands trailed to her stomach. I noticed the very faint stretch marks on it.
“Don’t look at them,” she said when my fingers began to trace one. I looked up to see she had turned her head, avoiding eye contact.
My voice grew stern. “Hey!” Her head snapped back and her eyes connected with mine as I crawled up to hover over her. I offered her a tender smile. “I like them. I think they’re sexy as fuck.”
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