What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 3)

by Lauren Hawkeye

  “Can I…please…” His voice broke.

  “Slide one finger in,” she whispered, gripping the back of his neck with one hand and kissing him between instructions. “Go deep, like that. But keep your thumb…oh…yes.” She leaned back farther, drawing his face to her exposed breasts. “Suck my nipple, hard, harder,” she whispered as her hips thrust against his hand.

  Jack did as he was told and had to focus on not coming so hard he almost lost his concentration on what he was doing. “Now, reach up, angle your finger forward, but keep your thumb on my clit. Oh god!” she yelped as she bent one leg, giving him even more access as he sucked at her, keeping them propped on the table with his free hand. He smiled against her flesh, shaking as the unmistakable sensation of impending orgasm crept up his spine and hit him right in the base of his brain.

  Mindy moaned and writhed. The smell of lusty female swirled around his brain. “Jack,” She exhaled his name and grabbed his forearm, the grip and pulse of her sex along his hand amazing and unbelievably erotic.

  “What a quick learner,” she gasped as her body calmed. He pulled his finger out of her, put it to his lips, making her smile. “Uh-huh. We’ll get to that next. But first, I think somebody needs their cherry popped.” She grabbed his cock. “I know you’ve got a condom somewhere, being the Boy Scout you are.”

  He took a breath, unable to speak and pulled his wallet from the jeans half hanging off his ass. His hands shook so she took it, opened it with her teeth, and rolled the latex down his length, making him wince at the unpleasant sensation of being trapped inside a giant rubber hose.

  “Sorry, baby.” She bit his earlobe. “But you should never put this lovely thing into a strange woman without protection. Ever. Got it?”

  Jack nodded and slanted his mouth over hers, tasting, probing, gentle at first.

  He picked her up, set her on the table, and leaned into her. “Gonna fuck you now, Mindy.” His voice was firm, which made him sound calmer than he was. The warmth of her sex was so close, so perfect, so ready for him.

  “I know, Jackie.” Her voice was hoarse. “Come on in.” She angled her hips and gripped his ass. Jack tried not to come, really truly tried. As the sweet, velvet glove of her enveloped him, all of him, encompassed him in a way he had never felt and didn’t think he ever would again.

  She tugged him down over her. “Kiss me, baby. Kiss me right now, right as you come. It’s okay. Don’t hold back.”

  Jack’s entire world coalesced around one thing and one woman. He groaned into her mouth as he came, too fast. But she smiled and cradled his head to her breasts after, keeping their bodies connected, making him feel loved, finally, or at the very least, wanted.

  “Wonderful,” she whispered.

  He finally pulled out of her, ran a hand down his face, and tried to get a grip on what he’d done. He trembled as he took the condom off, and wrapped it in a tissue before dropping in a chair, unable to stand another minute. She sat on his lap and kissed him, grinding down against his still half-hard dick.

  Jack had never felt better in his entire stupid life. “I want to fuck you some more, Mindy. Where can we go?” His voice was hoarse, as if he’d been yelling.

  “I thought you might, sweet boy.” She helped him up, pulling up his jeans and zipping them. “You have to be somewhere…?” she whispered, sliding into his arms.

  “Nope. Take me home. Teach me more.”

  “With pleasure.” She buttoned his shirt back up and giggled when he slapped her ass. “Oh trust me, we are gonna do some of that, too.”

  He grinned like an idiot and believed he must have died and gone to straight to heaven.

  Chapter Five

  “Nope, I’ll drive myself, thanks.” Mindy gave him a breezy wave as she unlocked the door of her convertible. Jack watched her, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, trying to square the sudden urge to bolt, to go to the high school party and stick with plan A. The plan where he was a regular eighteen-year-old about to lose his virginity to a girl, not a rookie, prepared to leap into bed with his father’s secretary.

  He grinned, catching sight of her bare leg as she slid into her seat.

  Nope. Plan A was no longer an option.

  He leaned into her open window, smiling when she put her fingertips to his lips. “Follow me, Jackie. Hope you took your vitamins this morning.”

  His body was still on edge, satisfied to a point but definitely in need of more. He gave a mental shrug, trusting Brandis would figure it out when he didn’t show up. The responsible friend in him shied away from standing the guy up, and he promised himself he would grab Mindy’s phone when they got to her place and give Brandis a call.

  He jumped into the truck and followed her out of the parking lot toward the west side of Ann Arbor. They pulled in front of a newer-looking apartment complex off Pauline, near Stadium.

  He parked a few slots away from her and got out, suddenly able to identify why he was so shaky—he was as nervous as he had ever been, despite the fact this whole “teaching” thing was totally her idea. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he turned and yelped when she leapt at him, pushed him back into the increasing shadows, kissing and running her hands all over him.

  He flipped her around and picked her up. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. “Which way?” he mumbled around her lips. “Hurry, I have a lot to learn, remember?” Nervousness gone, replaced completely by a fresh, bright rush of lust, he laughed as she pointed to the building at their left.

  “Okay.” He set her down so she could open the door and pull him into her small, tidy apartment.

  “First lesson.” She yanked his shirt off and unzipped him in a flash. He stood naked as the day he was born, sporting a huge boner and a grin while she crossed her arms and stepped back, observing him with a funny look. The anxiety returned with a flash of heat to his face. “Shower time,” she giggled, slipping out of her shoes and dress, leaving Jack to stare at her bare ass as she made her way down the hall to the bathroom.

  By the time he got to the doorway, she was in the shower, humming a tune. He shrugged and hopped in with her, wincing when the water hit his skin. “Shit, that’s cold.” He shivered and backed away. She turned around and cranked the hot water, brushing her bare, slick ass against his cock in the process.

  A strange sort of whiteness seemed to descend, casting a pall over Jack’s brain. He reached out, gripped her hips, and yanked her back, making her squeal. She propped her hands on the cheap, fiberglass wall, not discouraging him in the slightest. His dick was tingling, his brain buzzing as he allowed himself a few moments to glide between her ass cheeks, loving the wet, warm sensation there and trying to bite back yet another teenaged, knee-jerk climax. Which proved nearly impossible.

  “God,” he groaned, leaning over her, the hot water beating a rhythm on his back as he cupped her full breasts with both hands.

  “No, baby, just Mindy,” she breathed, reaching up to grip his hair and arching into him. Her nipples were so hard, her body so sweet, tight, and perfect. He angled his hips, seeking release inside her but she stood up, removing herself from his grasp, and turned.

  He gasped, holding onto the shower wall, staring at her. “You have already forgotten Mindy’s first rule, haven’t you, naughty boy?” She smiled and reached her arm outside the curtain.

  He watched her open the condom packet. The damn thing felt like it was cutting off his circulation it was so tight. He sucked in a breath as she rolled it down his shaft.

  “Hmm…sweetie, you are gonna have to get the big rubbers I’m afraid.” She sighed, cupping his balls. When she ran her fingernail underneath them his knees nearly buckled. “These are just not gonna cut it for you. But they’ll have to do for now.”

  “Turn around,” he croaked out, then doing it for her. The sight of her curvy perfection made his skin flame hotter. “I gotta…I want to….”

  “Shh…Jackie, it’s okay. Just one more quickie then we get serious.” She put her hand
s on the wall and looked over her shoulder at him, pinned him with a look he would never forget, ever. “Now, fuck me like you mean it…Jack.”

  His vision narrowed and his entire body zinged with lust as he slid into her, that sweet grip of female wonder that was so…warm…so…amazing. He watched himself, as he pulled out then pushed back in, making her squirm, loving the sight of it. She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it around to her sex.

  “Touch here, just a little, lightly, tease it…while you…oh yeah.” She arched back farther, giving him even more depth. “Hard, Jackie, like that, like you …oh…Jesus!”

  Jack closed his eyes, concentrated for a split second then cried out as the orgasm burst across his vision.

  “Oh, Jesus, is right,” he sighed, his hips still moving of their own accord and his entire being awash with something that was pure pleasure with a small touch of fear. He licked her wet shoulder making her shiver. “I think I love you,” he said into her skin.

  She giggled and stood, forcing him to slide out of her, leaving him on the verge of collapse. “Don’t be silly,” she said, but tilted his face to meet hers, the hot water still streaming around her, onto him. “Kiss me,” she insisted, and he did.

  Then she broke away and climbed out, grabbed a towel, and winced when she slid it between her legs. “Jack, my darling, you’re gonna have to be gentle with the girls, you know.” She nodded at his cock as he attempted to pull the condom off without making a mess or complaining. “That is a seriously thick tool.”

  She smiled and helped him, licking his lips the whole time, distracting him and making the task slightly easier. “Remember to stretch them a little.” She took his hand and put his index and middle finger in her mouth and sucked. “With these first. So nobody gets hurt.” She winked and gave his nipple a hard flick before flouncing off into the bedroom. “Come on, let’s eat something. Then I’ll show you what I mean.”

  Jack kept grinning as he dried off then wrapped the towel around his waist and caught his own reflection in the small mirror. He looked the same as he had that morning. He felt one hundred percent different, better—a man now. His grin widened. He heard his stomach rumbling as he wandered out seeking a different sort of physical satisfaction before settling into his next lesson.

  “Shit!” Jack sat up, brushing at whatever it was that was on him, making the cat yowl and hiss as it hit the floor. “Goddamn….” He flopped back, staring at Mindy’s bedroom ceiling. Moonlight streamed in from a small window. He turned and looked at her, Mindy, his teacher. The female sex goddess who had captured his every nerve ending in her funny web of kink, who taunted him in ways that were borderline rude during their sometimes awkward “learning sessions.”

  He smiled and turned on his side so he could run his hand across her hip. She’d made it clear that every inch of her was his to explore. And he had, going deep, going long, and going very, very intimately, taking the task of student seriously. He’d become near expert at drawing out her orgasm, teasing her and himself into a frenzy for the past three months straight.

  He shivered and his body sprang to attention as it always did, recalling last night—the huge mirror she’d propped on the floor near the bed so he could “watch himself fucking her.”

  The woman was awesome on so many levels. He had discovered his inner expert at a couple of things like oral sex and had decided that was hands-down his favorite way to make her come. He loved the smell and taste of her, could go at it for hours, teasing, making her quiver.

  She sighed, shifted her bare ass back toward him. He grinned, tugging her close. He’d fucked pretty much every orifice she possessed, all the while guided by her. She told him what he was doing wrong in no uncertain terms and rewarded him very well when he got to where he could make her come more than twice in a session.

  “Two is my limit,” she’d declared at first. That was before he’d shown her the stuff he’d bought at a sex toy store—which ended that nonsense—and turned her into a quivering, weepy, satisfied mess by the end of the night. It had also been the first time he had forced himself to stop, to clamp down hard on his own climax, even making himself wait until the next morning before yanking her hips up and fucking her so hard from behind that they were both sore for a couple of days.

  “Mmmm…” she sighed, reaching back to clutch at his hair. He could smell the wax from the candles and the scented oil she used the night before. Her spicy need made him a craven creature, a slave to his own dick. He loved every blessed, decadent minute of it.

  He reached around and flicked at her clit, which had emerged from its hood, erect and ready for him as he rubbed against her ass, practicing his new orgasm self-denial skills. “Do it, baby,” she whispered. “Come all over my ass. I can tell you want to.”

  “Yeah,” he grunted, loving how she could anticipate his need. He kept up his finger movement against her sex. “Come with me, Mindy.” He bit down on her shoulder, loving her taste as the climax gripped him, bringing that strange combination of extreme pleasure and a flicker of vulnerable fear. “Come on, baby. Show me.”

  “Put it in me, Jack.” She sighed, arching back just enough so his already cum-slickened shaft slipped between her legs and hovered, just outside her. “Oh, please,” her voice quavered a little.

  Jack stopped, put his hands on her hips. “Your rule, Mindy. You’ve trained me well.” He started to turn and grab a properly sized rubber from the stack beside the bed but she rolled to her knees, presenting that amazing, sweet ass to him, peering at him from under messy strands of her hair. He stared, his mouth watering at the sight, frozen.

  “But…I can’t…. Oh yes….” Even as he knew he should not, he did. Sliding in deep with a long stroke and fucking her bareback, making her cry out as he threaded the fingers of one hand in her long hair and pulled while hanging onto one hip with the other. It was glorious. It was amazing. It was totally without protection.

  “Oh shit…I’m gonna come.” He yanked her head back, loving that moment when she cried out in pain and pleasure and arched her back so he could go even deeper.

  “Yes! Jack!” she said softly, gently, as he groaned and came for what felt like an hour and a half, his body shaking, teeth chattering, his brain shutting before he flopped down and his eyes started to close.

  Mindy draped herself across him. He held her close and drifted off, ignoring the voice in his head of Brandis berating him for being absent, going “off the radar.” Shit, if Brandis had this same setup, he’d hide away with her too. He smiled to himself and slept.

  Chapter Six

  “Jack!” He heard his name, rolled over, tried to hug her close. But his hand found air. “Jack! Goddamn it.” Something hit his head, and then again.

  “Cut it out.” He grabbed at it, still half asleep, aching deep in his muscles, his cock raw and sore under the sheet. “Go the hell away.” Once he realized he was in his own bed without Mindy to curl around and mess with, his mood darkened immediately.

  The whole of the last few weeks had been a blur, but a pleasant one. Until recently, when Jack had been getting a distinct sensation of rejection, of having to work too hard for Mindy’s attention. It was pissing him the fuck off. And setting off all sorts of alarm bells.

  “Get up, you ass.” Brandis’ voice was clear now. “Your room is a pigsty. Are you on drugs or something? Drugs you aren’t sharing? Because I’ve never seen you like this. Get up!” The pillow hit him again, making him grunt, sit, and glare at his oldest friend.

  For some reason, the serious look on the boy’s dark-skinned face made Jack want to burst into laughter at the utter absurdity of what he’d been doing—fucking himself into sweet oblivion. In every possible way, shape, and position with the woman who, at the same time, wanted to marry his father.

  He groaned and lay back, tugging the blanket up over his eyes, wishing the whole stinking mess away.

  “Come on, dickhead. Let’s go. I need some hoops time, and I’m sick of your excuses.” Brandi
s stood glaring down at him.

  Jack blinked then put his feet on the floor, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to sort out why he was so pissed off. He was the same guy in the same body, albeit one that had come a long way since he’d walked into the office that day eager to go to a party and grope a girl.

  “All right.” He got up and stretched, relishing the way his sore muscles sang out and his body tingled all over. “Hold your water.” He made his way to the bathroom, took a piss, then wandered out naked. He grinned at Brandis who’d reached for Jack’s not-so-secret stash of “Penthouse” mags.

  Jack got dressed, then flopped back onto his bed and put an arm over his eyes. His head still pounded from lack of sleep and a strange sort of elusive stress he couldn’t pin down. Oh, right. Mindy. She of the teaching skills who had let him more or less live with her for nearly three months then told him last night he needed to “move on.” To “find some girls his own age and use his new skills on them.” This after he’d fucked her standing up in the hallway, unable to even wait the short few steps to the bedroom.

  Jack ran a slightly shaking hand down his face. Truth was, he didn’t want any “girls his own age.” He wanted nothing more than to hole up with Mindy, eat the crappy Chinese takeout she loved, and watch whatever she wanted on TV. To simply be with her, content, totally at ease in his skin.

  Well, and fucking her a lot, like four or five times a day. He sighed as his cock stirred to life, then sat, needing to redirect his energy. Maybe Brandis was right. He needed to get out and use his body for something other than getting laid.

  “Let’s go before you have to spank your monkey all over my reading material.” Jack smacked the titty mag out of his friend’s hand and walked out of his room.

  “Are you calling me a monkey, you racist pig?” Brandis ran past him into the hall, hitting the door and tumbling out into the light of the early summer day, making Jack smile.