Jumping in Puddles

by Barbara Elsborg

  “I don’t think so. You know what I want you to do?”

  He narrowed his eyes. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”

  Ellie moved so she could push his knees up and then knelt between his legs. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”

  “Oh God. No.”

  “Oh God. Yes.”

  He sighed. “Don’t blink or you’ll miss it.”

  She chewed her lip as Jago wrapped his hand around his cock and began to pump. When she shifted her gaze to his face, she found him staring at her.

  “I’ve never let anyone watch me do this,” he whispered. “Only my Keira Knightley poster. I used to hide my teddy bear. He was too young to watch.”

  She chuckled.

  His hand movements changed from long pumps to short, fast jerks at the head, and his breathing became noisy. Ellie watched mesmerized as his hips bucked, and with one long groan, thick ribbons of cum spurted from the head of his cock over his belly. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

  Jago grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped himself down. “Now you.”

  “Now me what?”

  “Bring yourself off.”

  Ellie whined. “No, you do it.”

  Jago spun her round so she lay on her back, and he knelt between her legs.

  “I’m waiting,” he said.

  Bloody hell. This served her right.

  “I don’t have everything I need,” she lied.

  Jago narrowed his eyes. “Such as?”

  “A handsome guy to look at.”

  He growled. “Okay. I’ll help a little.” He started at the strap of her bra and ran his finger down the edge of the material, over the mounds of her breasts, and up the other side.

  Ellie’s lungs stopped working.

  When his mouth settled over her nipple and he breathed on her, her heart stopped too. Dimly aware of him taking off her bra and panties, she floated in a warm sea, orgasm brewing like a distant storm she was trying to run from and run to. His mouth and hands were everywhere, each touch of her skin as if he’d lit a fuse to send sizzling lines of fire zipping along her veins. She fizzed, bubbled, and finally remembered to gulp air into starved lungs. He licked her breasts, trailed his tongue down to her navel, and made her skin jump. One puff of his breath over her sex, and he pulled back.

  Ellie looked up to see why he’d stopped.

  “You do it,” he said hoarsely.

  “Thought you’d forgotten.”

  He smiled. She looked straight at him and slid her hands over her breasts and belly and down to her clit. She dragged a finger through the moisture there and brought it to her mouth. Jago groaned. Ellie didn’t take her eyes from him as she settled her fingers on either side of her clit and rubbed them together. She’d never done this before with someone watching. Never thought she’d want to, but the fire in Jago’s eyes had set her on fire too. Her body hummed with pleasure as her muscles began to clench and then relax. Her breathing quickened, and so did Jago’s. Her eyes fluttered closed as orgasm loomed.

  “Look at me,” Jago pleaded.

  Ellie forced her eyes open. Her clit grew more sensitive with each rub of her fingers. Her chest tightened and her toes curled.

  “Oh God,” she gasped.

  “What are you thinking?” Jago whispered.

  “I can’t think and do this at the same time.”

  He laughed.

  “You,” Ellie whispered. “I’m thinking about you.”

  “Ellie, Ellie.”

  And the rope that tethered her snapped to send her soaring. Her body spasmed in bliss, and she sagged as the waves crested and dissolved time after time until she finally sank into the bed.

  She flung an arm across her face. “I need to sleep.”

  Jago laughed. “No, you don’t. Now we start again, sexy girl.”

  He lifted her arm aside, leaned over, and slid his tongue into her mouth. Ellie clutched at his back and pulled him down so that his cock pressed against her belly. After he’d kissed her to distraction, he licked her lips, replaced his tongue with two fingers, and then kissed his way down her body as he finger-fucked her mouth.

  One lick of her folds, and she bucked her hips. Ah God. He sucked and nuzzled her sex, sliding his tongue up and down, rubbing his chin against her and resurrecting the urge to come. He had two fingers in her mouth, his other hand on her breast, and his tongue fluttered over her clit until she thought it would burst. She was in the hands of an expert multitasker. With an effort, she lifted her head, took one look at the dark-haired guy with his face buried between her legs, and dropped back to the pillow. And she wasn’t an expert. All she could do was lie there and enjoy the ride. Not the first time a guy had put his mouth there, but the first time any guy had done all of this at the same time.

  She sucked harder at his fingers as he worked at her clit. Ellie knew she was going to come again at any moment. Her breathing quickened, her heart rate soared, and heat pooled low in her belly.

  “Jago,” she gasped around his fingers.

  Ellie began to slide, her muscles twitching in warning. He sucked hard at her clit, and she arched her back as she came, waves pulsing through her as she cried out. Jago didn’t stop fucking her with his tongue and fingers. He drew her climax out until she bit his hand.

  Jago lifted his head. “Ouch.”

  “Sorry.” Ellie could do nothing more than lie there trembling.

  “That’s twice,” he said.

  “That’s it. I’m beat.”

  He laughed. “We’re having a competition here. You can’t just give in.”

  “Who says?”

  “Me and my pal.”

  Ellie lifted her head. He was hard again. She had difficulty swallowing. What they were going to do now was new territory for her. She was an expert at foreplay, but she’d never actually had a guy’s cock inside her. It said in the book that she wasn’t supposed to have any guy’s cock inside her until she found a man to marry in Faerieland. Her virginity was the enticement to live on this side, but…

  Oh God. Thinking would stop her going through with this, but thinking was impossible. She wanted Jago more than she’d ever wanted anything. More than the Kewen. And she wanted him now. She didn’t care about the penalty for breaking the rules. She only cared about this moment.

  Jago pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Okay, sexy girl?”

  Yes and no, but she gave the answer they both wanted. “Yes.”

  Jago chewed his lip. “Sure about the condom? I’m clean. I’ve never done this without protection. I shouldn’t now. If you hadn’t said that, I’d have risked one of those out-of-date ones, but now all I can think about is being inside you—naked. So are you sure?”

  “Yes. I want to feel every inch of you sliding in,” Ellie whispered.

  Jago groaned. He lifted himself up on his elbows and then reached to position his cock at the entrance to her body. He rubbed the rounded head back and forth over her sex, her cream mingling with his precum, and shivers of sheer joy coupled with increasing terror skittered up her spine.

  I want this; I want this; I want this.

  Who’ll want you after?

  Ellie blanked out the voice of reason and gave herself up to sensation. All the times she’d thought she’d been restrained, she realized now she’d never been tempted before. Dark hair flopped over his eyes, his sooty lashes casting shadows on his skin as he panted into her face. The blunt head of his cock probed, and she tensed.

  Jago froze.

  “It’s okay,” Ellie said. “Please.”

  “But—”

  “Please.”

  “God, Ellie, are you sure?” He pinned her with his gaze.

  “Yes.”

  As he pushed, she bit her lip.

  “Fuck, Ellie,” he groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  When he tried to pull back, she clutched his backside. “No.”

  “But you haven’t…”

  She held her breath
as she watched him thinking. If he pulled back again, she’d let him go, and she’d put on her clothes and return home and tell her father someone else would have to search for the Kewen because if she saw Jago again, her heart would shatter. She wouldn’t tell her father that part.

  “Please,” she whispered. “I want this. I want you.”

  He looked into her eyes. “Thank you.”

  Ellie melted, and he sank his cock deep inside her.

  It had hurt a little but not now. They were joined completely, his hips pressed to hers, his cock wrapped in the warmth of her sex. But the expression on his face told her he still worried. That wasn’t what she wanted.

  “Okay. You can put it inside me anytime you’re ready.”

  “Very funny,” he said with a groan.

  “This might be my first time going this far, but aren’t you supposed to do something once you’ve gotten inside me? Sing a song or something?”

  “I was waiting for you to adjust to my huge cock.”

  Ellie laughed.

  “Don’t laugh.” He groaned again. “Not only does that make you squeeze muscles around my huge cock, but I’m now worried you don’t think I’m huge at all.” Jago kissed her nose. “You’re hot and wet and tight and perfect, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You’re a doctor. You can make me better.”

  “Oh yeah, I forgot.”

  He pulled back and slid into her again, and Ellie let out a loud moan. “Ohhhh.”

  Jago stared at her so intently, a lump formed in her throat. Every thrust, he watched her, and Ellie began to buck into him as he pressed into her. Slowly they lost themselves in each other. His movements became longer, deeper, harder, and Ellie could see the need in his eyes, the lust and wildness tempered by concern for her.

  “Look at us, Ellie.”

  He lifted himself up on his hands so she could see where they were joined, watch his cock slide in and out of her body. Liquid pleasure roared through her, turning her body into a ball of fire. Jago lowered himself again and changed the angle of his thrusts. Ellie came apart in a freefalling shower of white-hot sparks, the sweet-sharp pleasure fogging her mind. She cupped his face as he came, his cock swelling inside her, and they flew the rest of the way together, bodies entwined.

  It was the best thing Ellie had ever done and the most selfish.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jago could feel Ellie trembling and then realized they were both shaking. That had been the best sex of his life. She made him laugh, she made him feel, and she made him come so hard he saw stars. He hardly knew her, and yet he felt he’d known her forever. He rolled to his side and took her with him, clutched her tighter and pressed his face to her silky hair.

  She’d just given him something precious. He’d never been the first for a woman before. A swell of emotion blocked his throat. He’d thought it was the wrong time in his life to get involved, but maybe it was exactly the right time. As long as he didn’t mess things up. He was so occupied with Sharwood, and it wasn’t healthy. Ellie had balanced him, made him see there was more to life.

  He felt bad now that he’d ever considered her blowjob could be something to make him feel better, that he’d thought she wanted to steal from him. You didn’t give your virginity away for that. She cared. From the moment she’d arrived, she done everything she could to help him. All those ideas for the house, the garden open day, the painting, the tidying and cleaning his room. He wondered what he’d done to be so lucky. She was warm and open and generous. He’d never met anyone like her before.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered.

  “Can we do it again?”

  He laughed. “Probably.”

  “Now.”

  “Oh God, what have I done? You’ll have to give me a minute or two to recover.”

  “I’ll give you a massage. Roll over.”

  Jago groaned into the pillow as Ellie pressed her thumbs into the tops of his shoulders near his neck. Agony. Ecstasy.

  Before she’d moved halfway down his back, he felt himself falling asleep. He tried to keep his eyes open, but it was impossible. He was sinking into the bed, a soft warm body at his back, and his mind began to drift. Ellie snuggled against him, and he reached for her hand. As their fingers threaded he had a final thought. I’m not going to let you go.

  * * * *

  When Jago woke, he reached for Ellie and found he was alone in the bed. He jerked upright, saw her dress still lying on the floor, and smiled. As he flopped back, the door opened, and she came in wearing his shirt and carrying a tray. She closed the door by giving it a shove with her backside. Once she’d put the tray down, Jago pulled her onto the bed.

  “I wish we could spend the day between the sheets.” He ran his forefinger between the buttons of the shirt.

  “I have to pick seventeen tons of strawberries.”

  He laughed. “I think I better check your maths.”

  “Going to come and help?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “I’ve brought you a surprise. Close your eyes.” Ellie pulled off the covers and sighed. “Hard again?”

  He grinned. “Hey, you weren’t complaining last—”

  A tayberry pressed against his mouth shut him up. He sucked down the tart-sweet flavor, swallowed the fruit, and licked the juice from his lips.

  “Mmm,” he mumbled.

  A cold, wet sensation around his nipple made him catch his breath. He opened his eyes to see Ellie trailing half a berry over his pec before she lowered her head and licked him clean.

  “Eyes closed,” she said.

  He trembled at the drag of a cold berry down the center of his body, her hot tongue following behind, and when she brushed the head of his cock with the fruit, then her tongue, his eyes sprang open again. The myriad of sensations made his balls tingle. Hot tongue, cool berry, wet lips, soft cheek, and—Oh God—her hair, it all made him desperate for more. When Ellie mouthed his balls, he gasped and then groaned. His fingers tightened on the sheet as she flicked the head of his cock with her tongue, then squeezed a berry over it before she sucked. Every now and again, she popped a berry in his mouth and then went back to his very happy dick.

  It didn’t take long before his cock reached bursting point. Jago sat up and pulled her away from his groin. “Jesus, Ellie, where did you learn to do that? No, don’t tell me.” He looked her in the eyes. “Are you real?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Fuck me against the wall.”

  In one smooth move, he was out of bed, Ellie in his arms, and he pressed her against the wall. He kissed her neck, her throat, her lips as she ran her hands up and down his back. A tiny part of him thought she couldn’t be real, that she was too perfect. He’d swapped one obsession for another. He could never get enough of her.

  Ellie lifted her legs over his hips, and Jago slid his arms under her thighs. His dick could find its way into her without help. The head brushed against her folds and dipped between them. In a moment intuitively coordinated, he bucked into her as she pressed down onto him.

  “Ooooh,” Ellie wailed. “That feels good.”

  Jago rocked his hips to drive his cock into her. Long and slow segued to short and fast. She drove him wild, sent him crazy. He couldn’t think when he was with her, couldn’t think of anything but doing this. She gripped him so tight, she was so wet and silky soft that in the distant parts of his mind still able to function, he registered it was a good thing he hadn’t known earlier how bareback sex felt.

  She came fast, was so responsive, he couldn’t help but follow. Christ, I’d follow her anywhere. Ellie clung to his shoulders and gasped her release as he spurted into her, her muscles milking the cum from him. How many times had he emptied himself into her? He’d never had so much sex in one night. They rested forehead to forehead until their breathing eased, and then Ellie let her legs down and he slipped from inside her. Jago held her tight and pressed his lips to her temple.

  “I don’t need to get a new alarm clock anymor
e,” he said. “I’ve found the perfect replacement.”

  Ellie giggled.

  They fooled around in the shower, fooled around some more in his bedroom, and when he next looked at the clock, it was nine.

  “I really do need to get out of bed,” he said, but didn’t move.

  “I have to check nothing else needs doing in the garden.” And she did move.

  Jago moaned.

  “One of us has to get up. And you said you’d show me the baron’s hall.”

  He rolled out of bed and pulled on his pants and shirt. As Ellie bent to fasten her sandals, his cock stirred, and he swallowed his sigh. It might be a long time before he could look at her bare butt without getting an erection.

  Jago moved her hair out of the way, kissed her neck, and zipped her up. “Go and get changed. You can’t pick strawberries dressed like that. Ask Henry if we’re okay to use the Land Rover, and when you come back, I’ll show you one of the best-preserved examples of fourteenth-century domestic architecture in the country. Hurry.”

  “Yes, master.”

  He smacked her on the butt and she squealed.

  Jago went to the door with her and after a long kiss, finally let her go. As she walked down the drive, he saw Preston heading toward him. Bugger.

  LAST NIGHT SEEMED like a dream to Ellie, a very erotic dream. Even thinking about it made her cheeks heat, though guilt swirled with the pleasure. She was supposed to stay a virgin. She remembered the day her father and mother had sat her down and told her the facts of life, showed her the book, and explained her destiny. Her siblings could have sex with whomever they wanted, but not Ellie. Her father had stressed the importance of having her virginity to offer when she searched for a mate in what she’d been told was a promiscuous Faerieland. Her purity in exchange for the downside of a life this side. Not that she actually thought it was a downside, but then she’d never been to Faerieland. Maybe it was fantastic over there.

  Well, her virginity was gone. She’d broken the rule, and she had no regrets.

  Not exactly.

  But her mother and father would be so disappointed. She straightened her shoulders. Tough. This had been her choice.