by Kris Pearson
Yes! This was what she’d longed for. She groaned and tried to wrench her skirt up, heedless of any damage to her dress, wrapping her legs around him in a tight embrace.
CHAPTER 5 – UP THE STAIRS
Jason dragged in a deep breath and slid a hand up her thigh until he found the lacy strip of elastic over her hip. The pale skin he’d never seen burned warm against his fingers, and he wanted his lips there, wanted to bury his face against her softness, wanted the dress right off her, wanted to see her in black lace, and wanted even more to see her out of it.
“Up the stairs,” he said, desperation making his already deep voice huskier.
“What’s wrong with here?” Anna panted, wild eyed and flushed.
Nothing. Nothing. I’d take you here in an instant, but…
“Condoms are all in my bedroom.” He pressed a kiss on her partly exposed breast, cupping it in his palm, knowing from its weight and softness she was braless. No black lace - what the hell. Bare skin would do fine.
“No, they’re not,” she insisted, grabbing at her dress and trying to pull the skirt out from between them. “One in my pocket. Just in case. Ouch!”
Hell, she was perfect… She’d been on for it all the time, just as he’d so fervently hoped.
“Sorry,” he rasped, trying to move. “Hang on.” He levered himself away from her, although it killed him to do it, sat up and ripped off his T-shirt, enjoying her sharp intake of breath and her eyes roving all over him.
She leaned toward him, expression fierce. “I want that,” she whispered. “I want to lick you, and rub my face all over your chest, and bite you.”
“Condom?” he demanded. “Now. You can lick me later.”
“As long as you lick me too.” Then she snorted with laughter, breaking the intensity of the moment.
He grinned at her invitation. “Any time, Frosty. I’ll lick you ‘til you melt.”
“Oh please…” The blue of her eyes was now only a thin ring around her huge black pupils. There was no disguising desire when it was this real, and didn’t that make him feel like he could take on the whole world, and win.
He kneeled up, hauling at his zipper and pushing his jeans down, and she finally dragged the condom from her uncooperative pocket.
“Oh. My. God!” she squealed as he burst out to greet her. “It’ll never fit…”
“I’d bloody better,” he groaned.
“No, the condom.” Her eyes grew even bigger if that was possible. “It’s only a medium.”
He shook his head to clear it. “What? You don’t have much faith there, babe! Why would you think I’d be medium? Look at the size of me!”
“I am,” she insisted, trying to close her hand around him, and smoothing her fingers up and down.
“Six foot four,” he reminded her, clearing his throat. “You expected a skinny little dick?”
“Noooooo….” she groaned. “But my last boyfriend…” She clammed up.
The light went on in what was left of Jason’s brain. “…didn’t give you a great time?”
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and shrugged. Then said, “But you’re amazing.”
And, looking down at himself, he felt pretty amazing, too. Long enough to perch a whole flock of birds on, and any of them watching through the window would soon get a demonstration that consigned their quick fluttery fucks to oblivion.
Anna’s hands pushed his jeans further down his thighs, thumbs collecting the denim until it ringed his knees, eyes following the path of the sinuous python tattoo.
Then Jason shuddered as her lips connected with his chest, progressed down his belly, and closed over the end of his cock, ripping a grunt of surprise and pleasure from his throat.
She pulled away with an audible sucking sound, leaving him on a knife edge. “We’d better see if I can get this on you, or we really will have to go upstairs,” she said, sending him a naughty grin. She reached for the packet. Ripped it open. And began the torture.
“No…” she conceded, after unsuccessful efforts on her part and a lot of teeth-grinding on his. “Pull your jeans up.”
His jaw dropped. She’d changed her mind?
“So you don’t trip over them,” she said, wriggling out of his way and dashing for the staircase, giggling.
His heart started beating again.
*
Anna slowed as she reached the top landing. It would take him a few seconds to either drag his jeans up or pull them right off. She pressed a hand to her chest. A fast, excited pulse beat there.
God, she’d never done anything like this before. Nothing as impulsive. Nothing as fast. Not where a man was concerned. But he was incredible. Flirty, intense, and now somehow totally in charge. He’d taken her over, and she couldn’t wait to have more of him. All of him.
He was huge. Chest and shoulders broad and beautiful. Torso long and lean, muscles popping as he moved. Cock rearing up for miles, thick as her wrist. Powerful thighs to drive it deep, again and again.
Why didn’t he scare her with his six foot four and six inches plus? Instead, she was a mess of wanting and anticipation. Already wet for him. He’d be a Christmas treat beyond anything she’d imagined.
She drew a deep breath and gazed around, hearing faint thumps and muffled curses from the floor below as Jason apparently struggled with something. Were the jeans not co-operating? She couldn’t suppress her smile.
Up here the house felt different. The open landing window gave a view of a rocky outcrop and a glimpse of ocean. The scent of the water drifted in, fresh and salty.
She turned as she heard him approaching. He’d opted to take the jeans right off, and clutched them in his hand. “Nice view,” she teased, and his lips quirked.
The lowering sun lit his impressive body in shades of gold, highlighting his strength and raw power. It was an incredible turn-on knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him. And so sexy with him naked and her still fully clothed.
He stopped a step below her and she saw hectic slashes of colour across his cheekbones and the extra darkness in his gaze. He let go of the jeans and they fell, the metal button making a sharp click as it hit the polished timber of the stair tread.
“Too many clothes on,” he said in his velvety whisper, reaching for the straps of her sundress and smoothing them down over her shoulders. The dress slipped a little but caught on the tips of her breasts.
She waited, tense and trembling, wanting, wanting...
His hands cradled her, thumbs pushing at her nipples, to and fro across the fabric, keeping her waiting until she was ultra-hard and sensitive. Then, pulling in a deep breath, he tugged the dress down to her waist. The strong light spilled over her, and he lowered his head, taking first one peak between his lips, then the other, sucking briefly and leaning away to look his fill. “At last I get to see you for real instead of staring down your blouse,” he murmured as Anna stood there clutching the railing for support and panting as the suction spread right down from her breasts to her pussy.
The morning’s twitches were nothing now. This was a deep shuddering clenching. The hunger to be filled was extreme.
She swallowed, and her gaze absorbed his intent expression. “In the bathroom?”
He looked up for a second or two. “Of course in the bathroom. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, as you well knew. I had a boner to beat anything, and was trying to hide it.” He lowered his head and sucked at each nipple again, briefly but hard. Anna inhaled sharply each time.
“God, look at you,” he murmured, pulling back so his gaze devoured her again. “So beautiful.” He lowered his head and licked, then set his teeth into her, tugging gently. The clenching sensation deepened low in her belly, and she closed her eyes and leaned into him, groaning, “More.”
He laughed softly and his hands cupped her up as he moved to the other breast and bit again. Harder this time. Her eyes flew open she looked down to see his cock, long and solid, lurching and bobbing up against his golden belly.
She inhaled a long breath of pleasure, enjoying the faint scent of the body wash from his recent shower and the warm musk of his skin. “I’ve still got too many clothes on,” she said, reaching behind her and unzipping her dress so it drifted to the floor.
His hands deserted her breasts and smoothed over her hips, stopping at the elastic of her thong, and running briefly to and fro there before peeling it down too. A few seconds later he bent and wrapped an arm behind her knees, another around her back, and lifted her up.
“Can’t do what I want here,” he said, kicking her dress aside and carrying her to his bed. He set her down as though she was breakable.
“Might have lost our concentration and fallen down the stairs,” she agreed in a shaky voice.
“Count on it. Losing your concentration, that is.” He untangled the thong from her ankles and stood, gaze travelling all over her, as he reached sideways, rummaged for a condom in a nearby drawer, and ripped the packet open. Anna reached up and cupped his balls, letting the heavy soft flesh slide against her fingers, weighing and fondling him before wrapping her hand around his jutting cock. “Put it on,” she murmured. “Want you inside me right now.”
She watched as he rolled it deftly along his length, but then he ignored her demand, bending instead to drop a kiss on her parted lips. His tongue slid into her mouth at the same instant his finger teased her pussy open, gathering moisture so his circling thumb rode smoothly over her clit, around and around, until her thighs fell apart and she hitched her hips up in a silent plea for more.
He grunted his pleasure at her submission, dipped into her wetness again, and continued to kiss her as she lay there quivering, so close, so close… Then he drove two fingers inside her and settled himself on the bed so his lips enclosed her clit, sucking until the little bud was engorged and super-sensitive.
He played with her as though he knew every good thing to delight her - running the tip of his tongue over her so softly and tenderly that it was the sweetest torture, then laving her outer lips with long flat strokes that made her groan in protest because he was ignoring that most magic place.
Sometimes he pressed upward with his fingers so the sensation became almost unbearable, then eased them away until Anna begged him to do exactly that again. She tried to struggle up onto her elbows and watch, and he raised his head, his eyes heavy-lidded. She saw from the crinkles beside them that he was smiling, but then he pressed her down into the mattress with his free arm and sucked her more fiercely until everything inside tightened and tightened and finally released in great waves of ecstasy.
She thrashed and moaned, embarrassed at the noises that sprang from her throat, and bit the back of her hand to try and stifle them.
“Go for it, honey, no-one’s listening,” he encouraged, lifting his mouth just long enough to gasp out the words, and then returning to keep her coming and coming as she writhed and panted, and finally wailed, “In me now……”
*
And he took her, in a long, slow slide, burying himself deep in her slippery heat, tweaked and twitched at by the final contractions of her orgasm.
He dropped his face onto her shoulder, burrowing into the softness of her hair, not wanting her to see the need and hot possession in his eyes. Hell, he’d scare her silly if she knew how much he’d wanted this. Wanted her.
He tried to move slowly to bring her off again, but Anna had other ideas. She tilted her hips, wrapped her legs around him and pushed up, gasping ‘faster’ and ‘harder’ and ‘ohmigod’ until he gave in and went for it, lips sliding breathlessly on hers, cock rammed balls-deep again and again, and he was pumping himself empty in exquisite thick bursts, gasping as though demons were chasing him, and sucking her neck hard enough to draw blood to the surface of her skin. He collapsed, panting, totally undone by her fierce and possessive reaction.
They lay together in speechless shock. Slowly the soft sounds of waves breaking on the shore and the sleepy chorus of birds intruded until he regretfully eased most of his weight off her.
“Nice,” she protested. “Stay.”
He kissed her again. “Can’t stay forever, Frosty.” He slid a hand between them to ensure the condom was safe, then he closed his lips around her nearest nipple, flicking his tongue to and fro across the perky end, and sucking in time with her fractured breathing.
“God,” she murmured. “You have no idea… how good that was.”
He lessened the suction. “I was there too,” he said around her.
“Hmmm?”
He raised his head. “I was there too. I know how good it was. World class.” He smiled as he pulled away from her and headed for the bathroom, saying over his shoulder, “I’ll cook you dinner. You’re going to need to build up your stamina if you want more of that tonight.”
“Promises, promises,” she teased, looking up at him as she lay tousled and wantonly spread-legged on his bed.
*
Half an hour later Anna walked with him down the shortcut to the beach. Jason had crumbed and pan-fried the juicy fresh fish and cheated with a bag of oven chips from the freezer. Then he’d wrapped the two portions in waxed paper and pages from the local newspaper as though they’d come from the Scarlet Bay takeaway shop. She carried their glasses and the half full bottle of wine, dragging in deep pleasurable breaths of windless salty air laced with wafts of manly body wash.
They emerged from the bush-shrouded path to an expanse of deserted beach, and he led her to a sturdy timber bench with an upstanding back carved with a curving Maori design and the letters E.H.H. “Eddie’s bench,” he said when her eyebrows quirked up. “I made it for him so he could have a rest between his favourite fishing spot and his old house.”
“This is Hoolie’s uncle?”
“Great uncle I suspect. He’s no spring chicken.” He sat and waited for her to join him. Anna set the bottle and glasses down first, rocking them into the sand so they rested level and safe. Then he handed her food across and they both ripped the paper packages open at one end and ate ravenously.
“Something’s given me an appetite,” she confessed. “It’s not often I have a double-sausage and fish’n’chip day.”
He smirked across at her. “Two ways to keep your figure, Frosty. Live on lettuce or burn the calories off.” His smile grew broader. “Happy to help you burn those calories.”
She bent to retrieve the wine, and to hide her answering grin. A quick fling with this man wasn’t going to be so easy.
As though reading her mind he asked, “How long do we have?”
She locked eyes with him. “For?”
“For whatever we choose to turn this into. When’s your family due?”
She sipped her wine to buy some time. The waves rolled softly up the beach and back again. “They’ll trickle in, the older ones first. Did Dad give you a date to have the new house ready by?”
“Thursday/Friday, but they could move in Tuesday if they want to.”
“No,” she said, more sharply than she’d intended.
He raised an eyebrow. “Because?”
Because she wanted more time with him, unobserved and uninterrupted.
She sipped again, looking out to the sun as it sank toward the sea. “Because the furniture won’t be here then.”
He nodded, apparently accepting her explanation.
“Not too much of it,” she added. “New beds, some easy chairs, outdoor dining stuff. When they leave it’ll have to go into storage until the third house is finished.”
“My house.” His jaw firmed and his eyes narrowed.
“If you get the contract.”
And what if he did? There’d be more than a tenuous connection between them then. Would that be good or bad? She searched around in her newspaper package for any more of the delicious salty chips and came up empty handed and with no firm opinion.
“Why do you think I won’t?” He leaned against the back of the seat and fixed her with a blistering gaze.
Irritation colo
ured her comment. “I didn’t say you won’t. I’ve no idea. That’s Dad and Uncle J’s department.”
“I suppose,” Jason said slowly, “Me fucking the pretty daughter wouldn’t go down well. We’ll need to be careful.”
She glared at him, offended and desolate. “You don’t say, Sherlock? Eric’s already had a dig at me. Suggested I was Little Red Riding Hood and you were the big bad wolf.”
“Shit.” His expression was bleak. “I’m the last man they’d want you associating with. It could screw the whole deal.”
“That’s what you’re worried about? Getting the house contract?”
He shrugged. “Partly.”
“And?” She really wanted to hear him say it would be hard to walk away from her. After one stinking day. A day when she’d felt the most alive ever.
“And we should make the most of tonight because maybe it’s all we’ll get for a while. I want more, but I’m not going to spoil things for you with your family.”
“Or risk your precious contract, apparently.” She could have killed herself for that knife-stab of a comment, but there was no way to take it back.
He tipped his glass up and swallowed most of his wine in a deep gulp. His very silence enraged her, but at least he’d said he wanted more.
He drew a long breath. “Why are we arguing? After how we were? Spectacular. Is that what’s making you bitchy? That we mightn’t get more?”
Anna pressed her lips together and squeezed her eyes closed. And said in a small voice, “The trouble is… I seem to want more, and I didn’t want to want more.”
He reached across and clinked his glass against hers, capturing her gaze when her eyes shot wide open again at the noise. “To more. As much as we can grab. Tonight at least, and then we’ll need to get creative.”
She tried to shake herself out of her mood with a flip comment. “Let’s get creative then. We might find we’ve had enough of each other by midnight.”
His lips curved and he glanced at his watch. “Frosty, you disappoint me. I reckon I can go until way past then.” He finished his wine and reached for her fish’n’chip wrapper, screwing both paper packages up together in his big hands. Then he rose, eyes full of heat again. “Come on - we’ll give those birds the show of their lives.”