by Becca Taylor
AS I WALK UP the steps after coming home from work, I can hear loud music playing from Jade's apartment. Like every day, I stop at her there first. The French doors are open wide, like always. It's still hot, but she keeps insisting, “What's the point in keeping the doors closed all the time? I didn't move close to the beach to lock myself indoors.”
For the past two weeks, we’ve settled into a routine, one that has me going to her place or her coming to mine for dinner and dessert. If she’s not at the job site with me, we still wait for each other before eating. She's in the living room, swaying to the song “Marvin Gaye” by Charlie Puth and looking far too sexy. She's barely dressed, wearing a cropped tank top and those yoga shorts that I like so much. As I open the screen door, my eyes stay trained on her body and the way it's moving.
Fuck, this woman can dance.
I’ve never seen her dance this way. At our gigs, she always danced in a group, and let's face it; our music isn't made for this kind of dancing.
“Jade.” I call out to let her know I'm here. She told me to come and have dinner with her, but I finished early today. When she doesn't turn around, I know she hasn't heard me.
Once I get closer, I can see her holding a hairbrush, which she's singing into. Even that just makes her look sexier and damn cute too. And because I can't seem to keep myself in control when nearby, I step up behind her. She doesn't even flinch when I wrap my arm around her waist. When she wiggles against me, I know she’s fine with me being here.
She starts singing the part that Meghan Trainor would, and it's terribly off key, but she doesn't care. She belts it out, and my heart cracks open a little wider for this woman. When she turns the makeshift mic toward me, I sing my own gravelly version of the song. I may be able to play the guitar like a rock star, but I was not blessed with a voice like my bandmates.
She laughs for a second until something stops her, me moving her hair off her shoulder. When I lower my lips to the sensitive spot right where her neck and shoulder connect, her breath hitches. She moves her head to the left slightly, but it's not enough. I grip her hair between my fingers and tilt it even more, allowing me even better access to her.
Slowly, I run my tongue up to her ear only to make my way back down seconds later. My lips slightly graze against her skin as I make my way up again, but this time, when I reach her ear, I tug the lobe with my teeth. I play with the sensitive skin until she’s biting her lip and her chest is rising and falling heavily each time she takes a breath. The urge to touch her more, make her pant more is on the forefront of my mind. I reach my one hand up to caress her breast, only to find her braless. This earns her a growl of my own. When touching her over her shirt isn't good enough for me, not enough of a connection, I move both hands under her shirt to cup her. As I tease her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her hand reaches around behind my head, pulling me closer. Her lips are so close that I can feel her breath against mine. And at that moment, I want her lips on mine.
“Jeremy. We shouldn't.”
In the past weeks of me living here, we still haven’t crossed that line. Even though she said no kissing, this, technically, isn't me kissing her. It's me tasting her, and goddammit, I want to taste every single inch of her.
I whisper in her ear. “Do you want me to stop, Jade? You know the minute you do, this stops. I'll back away and go upstairs.”
She doesn't say anything, and it's the longest second of my life. It would be the hardest thing to do, but if she says yes, I'll do it. I'll walk away for her.
“Just tonight.”
“What do you want tonight, Jade?” I need her to tell me; she needs to be the one calling the shots because I know exactly what I want, and that's her.
“Your lips. Your kisses. I want all of you, Jeremy.”
I don't waste another second and lower my lips to hers, but I don't give her what she asks for yet. I don’t kiss her, but I pull her bottom lip between mine and suck then I make my way down her neck. Maybe I'm afraid she'll take it back, tell me to stop, and I want to give her plenty of opportunity to change her mind.
As I lick, kiss, and suck every inch of her neck, I know I'm too far gone for her. Far more than I've been for any woman. My body responds to hers as her ass rubs against my jeans. When I push my hardness against her, letting her know what she does to me, she moans. Not only that, but she also pushes back on my cock, trying to get the same response from me. It works too.
I lower one hand that was cupping her breast until I'm touching the top of her shorts.
“Touch me,” she begs.
As I reach under the soft cotton material, her eyes half close and she bites her lip. Not wanting to rush, I take my time, just feeling her heat against me. Then again, I don't really need to move because Jade starts rolling her hips to the music against my hand.
I dip one finger between her lips, and she grips the back of my head tightly, pulling my mouth to hers. I haven't kissed Jade since that first night at the hotel. I almost forgot how incredible her kisses are. She kisses me deeply, but I kiss her back deeper like I can't get enough. If I'm honest, I can't. I want to touch every inch of her mouth because I don't want her to forget this; I don't want her to forget how my mouth feels against hers.
As our tongues move together, I move my fingers the same way over her pussy. She moves her legs wider as I spread her lips with my ring and forefinger. Her moans vibrate against my mouth, and they grow more intense as I move my middle finger against her clit.
“Jeremy, that feels so nice,” Jade says when she pulls her lips from mine.
“Just nice?” I question.
“Really nice.”
“I think we can do better than that.”
I turn her around to face me only to find her eyes glassy and her cheeks flushed. But I don't want to make her feel nice; I want to make her feel pleasure from head to toe, make her come over and over again until she can't take it anymore. Most of all, I want it to be because of me. My touch. My body doing unspeakable things to her.
When I pull my hand from her heat, she doesn't complain because she knows this isn't over yet. But I'm dirty from work and taking a shower upstairs isn't an option right now. In fact, stopping this isn't happening either.
I kick off my shoes and socks. After I get my shirt off, I unbutton my jeans. Jade's watching my every move, and I'm not going to lie, having her watch me as she licks her lips is even more of a turn-on.
Once I have my pants off, I grab her behind her knees and toss her over my shoulder.
She squeals in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Things are about to get really wet, baby.”
“I'm already wet, Jeremy. I thought you felt that a second ago.”
I groan and smack her ass as I walk into her bedroom. Walking past the bed, I head straight for the bathroom and set her inside the shower, where she finally catches my meaning. I turn on the water.
“That's cold,” she complains. The chilled water soaks through her shirt, giving me a nice view of her nipples. Fuck me; I wish I had one of the million cameras she has lying around her house, so I could take a picture of the way she looks right now.
“It won't be cold for long. In fact, by the time I'm done in here, the room will be full of steam.”
“I'm counting on it,” she says as she peels the damp shirt over her head. When she links her fingers in the top of her soaked shorts, I wish I could lean back and just enjoy the show because, man, she's putting on a hell of one. The material is stuck to her like glue, so she’s shimmying her hips left and right to get them down her long legs. All while her voluptuous breasts sway with rhythm.
With her pants gone, it makes it hard not to just spin her around then sink deep into Jade, but I want to give her every kind of pleasure tonight. I pull down my boxers and toss them near her clothing. After giving myself a few hard strokes, I lower to my knees directly in front of Jade. While I look up, I push her thighs wider because I need room. She’s panting and looki
ng directly in my eyes. And that’s what I want. I want Jade to watch every move I make. Each lick, suck, and stroke my mouth is about to deliver.
“Find something to hold,” I tell her. After she braces her hand on the wall next to her, I lift one leg, placing her foot on my shoulder. I take a moment to breathe in her scent: musky yet sweet from her lotion and all Jade. One long stroke of my tongue, back to front, has her other hand gripping my hair. One circle of her clit and the other hand joins, pulling the strands tight. It only drives me to keep going. I lick her harder and circle her quicker until she’s coming undone above me. I can feel her go limp above me, so I stand to hold her, caging her with my body.
“I may need a minute,” she pants.
I give her that time, but I never stop touching her. I wash every inch of her body with that peach scented soap she loves so much. After I shampoo and condition her hair, she still feels relaxed but is standing better on her own. When she grabs the shampoo and starts washing my short locks, I groan from the way her nails massage my scalp. I’ve never had a woman wash my hair before, and I’m praying it’s not the last time she does it either.
Using the same soap as I did on her, Jade starts washing my body. First, my arms then she reaches behind me to scrub my back. Next, my chest. It’s when she starts going lower that I know her intentions. I never expected or asked her to get down on her knees for me tonight. This was supposed to be about her, but when she lowers herself in front of me, I hope that I will get to see her like this again. With her big green eyes, her long black hair slicked back from being wet, and the way the water is dripping down her breasts, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell her as I palm her cheek.
“Thank you.” She takes my cock in her hand and licks her lips.
“Jade.” I groan after just one touch of her hand.
“You’d better find something to hold on to.” She throws my words back at me.
“Real fucking cute,” I say, but the words are half said when she circles her tongue around the head of my cock. My eyes lock with hers, and I try to act like I’ve got my shit together, like I can handle what she’s going to do to me. But when she starts kissing me, I’m doing everything I can not to tear the tile off the wall with each little peck she delivers. Starting at the base of my shaft, I count them. Nine, one for each inch. The tenth one is against the tip, and she starts stroking me at the same time. Up, kiss. Down, kiss.
Her cheeks hollow and she sucks me down, taking each fucking inch to the back of her throat. Then she swallows, and I need more than one thing to hold on to. Motherfucker. I brace one hand on the wall, and the other is desperately gripping her head. Each time she moves, my hold on her gets tighter until both hands tangle in her damp tresses.
I never want this to end. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Jade is the first woman to make me weak in the knees, and I can’t have that. Not yet. Not until she’s one hundred percent mine. I give her hair a gentle tug, and she releases me from her mouth. As if she knows what she is doing to me, she darts her tongue out one last time to lick my slit then her lips. Yeah, she’s got me by the balls. Literally.
Pulling her up, I keep my hands tight in her hair, making sure her eyes stay locked on mine. We’re both breathing heavy. The air is thick with want, need, and tension. As much as I want to take her here, I want her that much more in bed. I turn the water off, grab the nearby towel to dry us both off, and then lift Jade.
Her long limbs wrap around my waist, and the thirty paces to the bed are complete torture. The head of my hard-as-stone cock is getting more soaked by her with each step I take. When I place her on the bed, I know there will be no more foreplay.
“I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.”
“I want you inside me.”
I don’t waste a second as I slide into her tight, wet pussy.
“Yes,” she says.
“So fucking good, baby.”
I rock into her, taking my time. Savoring each feeling of being deep inside Jade, praying that this, what’s between us, is the start of something that will always be. Her hips move in time with mine as I coax her body with my hands.
Each sway of her hips and mine, combined with her moans, my grunts, and the sound of our bodies coming together are the best song I’ve ever heard or played. It’s a song I want to hear over and over.
“I’m going to come,” she warns me, but she doesn’t have to.
I can tell. Jade‘s breathing shallows while her head falls back. I’m not having that, though.
“Look at me, Jade,” I demand. Her eyes shoot up to look in to mine, and I know I won’t last much longer. The way she’s clenching around me. The look on her face is both tense and relaxed. I feel it like a shockwave to my system.
There’s no time to stop it, and the truth is, I don’t want to. My balls are screaming at me, letting me know this is going to be intense. So I entwine our fingers and hang the fuck on as our movements quicken.
“Jeremy,” she says as her pussy clenches my cock tighter than she ever has.
She tries to close her eyes, but I remind her, “Eyes on me, baby. Look at me.”
Her legs grip me tightly, holding me exactly where she needs me to as she says my name. Over and over. It’s my undoing. It’s the high of all highs. Our fingers anchor each other for the explosion that’s about to come. My eyes stay locked on her green orbs as they glaze over. Her walls squeeze around my cock so tight when she reaches her peak. At the same time, I empty myself deep inside her in the most powerful orgasm of my life. I move in and out of her until the last of my cum empties in her, and her legs go limp around me. I give her one last kiss to remember before collapsing next to her.
“Wow,” she says.
“I’ll raise you a wow with fuck, yeah.”
“I’ll double down with good God.”
We both smile at the words we used the second night we were together. Then I pull her to me, and we sleep. It’s the second night I’ve slept with her next to me, but I know it won’t be the last. I’m going to make sure of that.
“GOOD MORNING.” Jeremy’s deep voice startles me as I wake from a deep sleep. When the haze lifts from my brain, I open one eye to see Jeremy still in my bed, leaning on one arm looking cool as a cucumber and even more sexy than last night. Oh, my gosh, he stayed in my bed last night. Not good. What's worse than that, I asked him to. No, begged. I begged him for more than that too.
“Morning,” I say casually as I roll to my side, ready to climb out of bed to freshen up in the bathroom. He may be one of those people who can wake up looking just as good as he did yesterday, but I'm sure my hair is a matted mess, my mouth has that not-so-fresh feeling, and there's the little fact that I'm naked as the day I was born. So not only am I embarrassed that I begged this man to give me one night of everything we said we wouldn't do, but now, I have to take the walk of shame to my own bathroom in the buff. I try to pull the sheet to wrap it around my body, but I'm not that talented. Plus, I do those fancy military tucks so they don't come undone in the middle of the night. My bed is the Fort Knox of hospital corners.
“Going somewhere?” Jeremy asks.
“Bathroom.” I seem to have lost my ability to say more than one word. I'm also refusing to look at him with his abs on display along that V thing pointing below the sheet that is barely covering his male parts. And good God, his happy trail. But I’m not focusing on that either. Instead, I’m blindly reaching under the bed while praying I have some article of clothing there, but all I come up with is a slipper. Not helpful.
“Looking for something?” he asks.
“Shirt.” I'm holding the sheet against me, wondering if it will stretch to the dresser that's ten paces away. It won't, though.
“Foxy, I've seen it all. More than once.”
“I know.” Two words this time. It’s progress.
“Then why won't you just stand up and go?”
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sp; Because I feel exposed. I know I am attracted to Jeremy. We've been doing this for a few months now, but last night, there was a moment when I felt more than just a friendship for him. I don't want to analyze that because whenever I start to do that, think of the future, it goes to complete crap. I wind up getting hurt, and that’s not something I want to relive again.
“Can you cover your eyes?” I beg him, again.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” Now, I’m pleading.
He doesn't, though. Instead, Jeremy walks into the bathroom on full display. As he walks past me, I cast my eyes up to the ceiling. When he comes back, he has a towel wrapped around him. He points to my dresser in silent question.
“Second drawer,” I tell him.
He hands me a t-shirt and shorts.
“Mind if I steal these? Everything in the bathroom is still wet.” Jeremy holds up a pair of oversized men's boxers and a Butter My Bread shirt that I like to sleep in. A shirt I stole from him. Technically, the boxers are too. He gave them to me after a night in his apartment when he ripped my clothes clear off me. I meant to give them back, but they are so soft and comfy to sleep in.
“Sure.”
“You want coffee?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Jade?”
I look up at him after I get the shirt over my head and over my body.
“What happened last night ... nothing has to change. Okay?”
“Okay.” And the tension drains from me.
“You want to go get breakfast?”
“It's Saturday.”
“I'm well aware.”
“Saturday is waffle day.” Every Saturday, my family would have waffles to kick off the weekend. Monday through Friday, my parents worked too hard; Saturday's were meant to be lazy. For the most part, I’ve kept up that tradition until carbs became bad.
“I can't cook waffles, but I'm sure the diner serves them,” he tells me.
“I can make them.” Just a few seconds ago, I couldn’t even look at him, and now, I’m asking him to stay.