Somebody's Ex

by Jasmine Haynes

  Besides, she relished doing it to him.

  She placed her palm over him without exerting pressure. Just touching, a barely discernible stroke. “I’d like to have you for dessert. We didn’t do that last night.” She couldn’t have forgotten doing that. Selective memory. She only forgot what she didn’t want to think about. Tasting him would have been ingrained in her brain.

  “If you insist.” He put his hand over hers and rubbed harder. “I think I might like that.” His eyes darkened and that lascivious grin said he’d more than like it.

  She tugged on his buckle, then his zipper. He raised his hips, helping her pull down the jeans and tight white briefs.

  “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, in admiration of his majesty.

  “Shucks, it ain’t nothing, ma’am.”

  She sank back on her haunches, tilting her head to peek up at him through her lashes. “Don’t you think you’re beautiful?”

  He cupped her chin. “Right now, I am whatever you say I am.” All trace of laughter had left his eyes, leaving behind some message she didn’t get.

  “And I say you’re beautiful.” She urged his hand to the side of her throat and leaned forward to glide her tongue straight up his hard flesh.

  He let out a long, delicious sigh that teased the fine strands of hair at her temples. She gave herself up to the pleasure of his taste, warm male, salty flesh, and hot desire.

  Holding his cock aloft, Randi rode the length with her lips, down, down, down, meeting the fist she’d made of her fingers. David shoved one hand beneath her hair, pulling the mass of it to the back of her head.

  This was the essence of beauty, her plump lips around him, her fingers wrapped at the base of his cock, kneading gently. The feel of her mouth, the pure sensation of warmth and wet, the slight rasp of her teeth. She tongued his crown, and his eyes felt like rolling back in his head.

  He slouched in the chair, widening his legs, pulling her closer, forcing himself deeper. She took every inch, a hum in her throat vibrating through him. Her little noises, sounds of pleasure and delight, hoisted him closer to the horizon, the peak, where only her mouth on his cock existed.

  No woman had ever made him feel so intensely. No woman had ever made a simple sexual act seem like the sun, the moon, and the stars wanted to explode inside his head.

  No woman had taken her own pleasure in the very process of giving him his.

  She shoved her hands up to his hips, holding him tight, and took his cock deeper than he’d ever gone.

  Want, need, and desire beat inside him, behind his closed eyelids. Heat pulsed from his balls to the tip of his cock, then raced to his extremities. He wanted to come deep inside her body, his cock buried in her warmth, but more, he wanted to fill her mouth, have her take him, swallow him, devour him, consume everything he had in him to give.

  When he touched the sky at the back of her throat, he shot to the heavens and emptied himself inside her.

  Chapter Six

  David came down off the high to find his fingers tangled in her hair, massaging her scalp. His body jerked once, involuntarily, then he leaned forward to wrap himself around her body. She cuddled close, her cheek to his abdomen.

  “No one’s ever done that for me before,” he whispered against the smooth, fragrant skin of her neck.

  “Done what?” she whispered back as if they were deep beneath a pile of bedclothes on an intimate stormy night where only reverent whispers were allowed.

  “Taken me like that. Made me come. Swallowed for me.”

  He heard how pathetic that sounded as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Shit. Yet in some weird way, the act had been more intimate, more intense, more powerful than losing himself inside a woman’s body, even hers last night.

  She smoothed her hands along his thighs, his butt, but she didn’t say anything.

  Yeah, he might be pathetic, but she’d given him something he’d never had, and damned if he would spoil the best freaking moment of his life. “Come here.”

  He pulled her up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She clung to him as he clung to her, still without a word. And as odd as it was that a blow job was more intimate than burying himself deep in her body, the silence rang with more meaning than any words could have done.

  * * * * *

  No one had ever done that for him because no one had ever loved him the way she could. Randi trapped the words inside with a moment of silence.

  Finally, after a minute, maybe two, who could tell, he reached up to brush the tangled hair from her face. “I think we should go to bed. I really, really want to be inside you.”

  He didn’t call it making love, but he didn’t say fucking either.

  Okay? I’d love to? She settled for, “Yes, please,” then slid off his lap. He rose, tugging his jeans back over his hips as he stood, zipping up and rebuckling.

  Holy Moly Mother, she just might cry if she said another word. That’s how intensely she’d loved the feel of him in her mouth. The heaven in his taste.

  He bent his knees, scooped her up, and pulled her legs around him, clasping his hands beneath her butt. She steadied herself with her arms around his neck. Taking him with her mouth had left her wet and wanting. She’d almost put her hand between her legs and touched herself as she sucked him. Now, her body rubbed against his as he walked, and hot sensation made her gasp.

  In the bedroom, he dumped her on the bed. She sprawled across the center as he turned on the bedside lamp, then fished condoms from his wallet and threw them on the side table.

  He moved to stand between her legs. “Pull up your top.”

  She did, inching it across her abdomen, over her breasts, her pinkies dragging across lace-covered nipples. She left it bunched above the swell of her breasts and beneath her armpits.

  He liked the show. He filled the front of his jeans, and his eyes, with the light behind him, were dark pools of want she could lose her soul in.

  “Undo your bra.” He spoke in a husky rasp.

  She popped the front clasp, then did a deliberate graze of lace over her peaks. Her lower body squirmed with sweet intensity. The outline of his cock deepened inside his jeans.

  Following his instructions to the letter, she didn’t wriggle out of the bra, but left it lilting at her sides.

  “Your skirt, tug it up to your waist.”

  She wanted to be naked, yet remaining half-clothed was naughty, erotic. Hot. She tugged, wriggled, revealing first the tops of her thighs, then a blue cotton thong, the embroidered daisy, and finally, her belly button. Before she’d been wet. Now, the cotton was drenched. His look, lids at half-mast, eyes dilated, dark, wanting, needy, stole the breath from her chest. The beat of her heart pulsed in her ears. Mick had never made her feel so sexy. So wanted. Not even in the beginning.

  And she would not think about Mick now.

  “Panties. Take them off.”

  Ooh, there was something delicious in being ordered about in that husky, raspy, heavy male voice. She hooked her fingers in the top of the elastic and dragged down the cotton. Slowly, sensuously, she swished her hips and lifted her bottom. When she’d tossed the thong to the carpet, he knelt between her legs dangling off the bed.

  “Now this is pure beauty.” He traced a finger down her abdomen, through her curls, and across her clitoris. “Christ, you’re wet.” He tested her with one finger, sliding in, out, back to her clitoris. “I don’t want to use my tongue on you. I want to watch you while you come.”

  She writhed on the bed though his touch was gentle. The softness of it, the barely there pad of his finger excited her more than a rough, hard workout.

  “Whatever you like.”

  He grabbed her thighs and hauled her butt to the edge of the bed. His jeans chafed her inner thighs. “Watch me touch you. Don’t look away.”

  She concentrated on the sight of his hand gliding across her, the lines of intent on his face, his gaze on her exposed pussy. He rubbed her with his thumb, using all her
wetness.

  “Does it feel good?”

  She clutched the coverlet. “Yes.” Her eyes wanted to close with the sheer hot passion engulfing her body, but she fought to keep them open, her gaze on his hand, his taut abdomen, his tanned arms against her paler flesh.

  He entered her with two fingers, his thumb still circling her clitoris. Her pelvis rocked. She started to pant. With his other hand, he caressed her bottom, squeezed her flesh. Then he withdrew his fingers and worked her clitoris, around, beneath, straight on. Clasping her legs around him, she rose to meet every stroke, directing him with her body, gasping when he hit just the right spot. She bit her lip, but a moan of pure need slipped from her. She tossed her head, back and forth, as he concentrated on the tiny button. Her hips strained into his touch, her body trembled. White heat zipped to her clitoris, sucked all her energy, and threw her into climax. She bucked, writhed and finally cried out, her ears ringing with the sound.

  He leaned down to place a reverent kiss just above her mound. No tongue, just lips and warm breath as her body jerked in the aftermath.

  She opened her eyes to find him looking down at her, his abdomen to her pelvis, his mouth close to her belly.

  “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.

  No man had ever made her feel so special, something beyond mere physical orgasm.

  “Come here.” She held out her arms.

  He crawled up her body, divesting her of her clothes before he gathered her close, and carried her more fully onto the bed. She rested and calmed in his embrace, the ringing in her ears finally abating as she nestled her chin to his throat. She didn’t want words, she didn’t want promises. She didn’t want anything to steal the moment’s magic.

  She fell asleep, magic still singing through her body.

  * * * * *

  David watched her sleep. He reveled in the fact that he had given her absolute pleasure and absolute sexual exhaustion. The image of her face would live in him a long time, the force and power of her orgasm, her eyelashes fanned beneath her eyes, her lips as she’d cried out his name. Her skin bore the rosy glow of satisfaction, and her hair fell like silk across his chest. She slept on, even through the gentle stroke of his fingers on her arm, the curve of her hip, her bottom, her thighs. She murmured something unintelligible and snuggled deeper into his embrace.

  Sex had always been pleasurable. He’d missed it between relationships. Yet he’d never hopped into bed with an available woman, instead practicing self-satisfaction when the need arose.

  He’d hopped into Randi’s bed the first day they met and came running back like a horny goat. Yet these two nights had been far more intense than even his first sexual experience at the age of seventeen, regardless of acute teenage hormones.

  He should run, as he’d done in the dark hours last night. Instead, he continued a slow caress of her body as she slept. Something had changed between this night and the last. He couldn’t leave until he figured out what it meant.

  The slow tick of the clock and the needs of his own body finally made him ease her warmth from his arms. She muttered, curled into a ball, but remained fast asleep. He took care of the necessities in her small bathroom. Unlike yesterday, female items cluttered the back of the toilet and the space around the sink. Sweet-smelling lotion, toothpaste, pots of makeup, an earring minus its back. At times, during his serious relationships, similar paraphernalia had made its home in his own bathroom.

  He remembered his irritation. Randi’s mess, on the other hand, made him feel at home.

  In the bedroom, she remained in the small fetal ball, her feet tucked close to her bottom, hiding her bare essentials. He knelt at the side of the bed, trailing a finger along her thigh, then the seam of her butt. She mumbled and twitched. He delved deeper, up beneath her tucked feet to the soft curls. She was still wet, her moisture and heat making his cock jump to full alert. He stroked the outer lips of her pussy. She wriggled, then heaved a great sigh followed by a soft moan. And still she slept.

  He left her long enough to shuck his clothes, put on a condom, and turn out the light. Moonlight streamed across the carpet, reaching the bed, falling across her skin and setting it alight. He wanted to wake her with his cock. He wanted to have her squirm sleepily beneath him, then open her eyes to see his face above her, to feel him deep inside.

  With gentle strokes, he eased her flat to the coverlet. She licked her lips as he traced her nipples. A finger parting her, lightly caressing her clitoris, he got her to spread her legs. Climbing between them, he rubbed her with the crown of his cock.

  He didn’t know how she could sleep on even as her body reacted to him, but more than anything he wanted to awaken her with his lips on hers and his cock already deep inside her. Somehow, it was the most important thing in the world.

  He’d think about how damn scary that was later.

  * * * * *

  She was having the most marvelous dream. A female wet dream. Hot flesh, hard cock, and a tongue in her mouth. She wrapped her arms around a strong neck and raised her legs to lock her feet behind a taut male butt. She clung to him and let him pump her to oblivion. Hard, fast, sweet, deep. David. His voice. His body. When she came, she exploded with his lips on hers as he swallowed her cries. When he came, she felt the pulse and throb through her entire body, and she took his cries into her mouth as he had taken hers.

  “Oh my,” she whispered against his lips.

  “When did you wake up?”

  “I don’t know. I might still be dreaming.”

  He rolled them beneath the covers which, at this time of year, were nothing more than the bedspread and a sheet. Even so, it was hot and steamy under there, the night breeze through the open window not enough to blow out the day’s heat, but she liked the cling of their sweaty flesh.

  “Was it when I slid inside you?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “When I kissed you?”

  “Maybe.”

  It was when he whispered against her lips. You are so beautiful.

  “You were awake the whole time, weren’t you?” He almost sounded disappointed.

  “No. Not the whole time. I was still dreaming at least until you were inside me. I’m sure of it.”

  He sighed. Satisfaction. For some reason, exactly what he wanted to hear.

  Royal chuffed just outside the window. She’d been so quiet, Randi had forgotten her. An ear-splitting bark soon escalated to a frenzy.

  “Dammit.” She shoved the sheet aside.

  “Bring her inside.”

  She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Once she’s inside, she’ll be on the bed. And if I try closing the bedroom door, she’ll just sit outside it and whine. It’s very annoying.”

  She stopped. Without even thinking, she’d assumed he would spend the night. The idea had just been there in her head. Her heart cramped, missing a beat. She couldn’t bear it if he sneaked out like he had last night.

  He took four beats longer than necessary to answer. “Let her in. I don’t mind if she sleeps on the bed. As long as she doesn’t start sniffing places she shouldn’t.”

  Randi padded naked through the house, let Royal in, checked her paws for dirt, then allowed her to run ahead. Hurtling onto the bed, the dog shoved her nose in David’s face, then settled at the bottom. Randi climbed in, scooting to David’s side until she could feel him. Putting an arm around her waist, he tugged her close, right up to his chest, her body flush against his.

  She couldn’t stand it, she just couldn’t. “Are you going to spend the night?” It was debilitating to ask, but worse to wake in the night as he dressed in the dark and scurried out the door like a thief or a rat.

  He was silent for so long, she thought he’d fallen asleep. Except that his breathing lacked the soft rhythm.

  “Yeah,” he whispered. “I’m spending the night.”

  She didn’t ask for a single other thing from him. The night was enough.

  * * * * *

/>   David had woken with the sure knowledge that two nights with Randi had given him more intensity than the entire three years with his first sweetheart, Betsy. More than the two and a half years with Eileen.

  The realization was enough to make him want to jump from the bed, grab his clothes, and run like hell. Her butt nestled against his cock, the sweet scent of her hair, and her soft skin kept him right where he was until her alarm went off.

  Royal didn’t even twitch at the sound.

  He’d wanted to make love to Randi one more time before he left for work, but hell, the dog was on the bed! Even if she hadn’t cracked an eyelid.

  Maybe he’d have Randi in the shower.

  She pressed the snooze alarm and rolled back into him. Then her body stiffened against his.

  “This feels too good. I have to get up.” And she did, just like that, buck naked and practically running out of the room. The bathroom door closed, then water clanged through the pipes as she started the shower.

  “Did I say something wrong?”

  Royal raised her head, looked at him, then settled again.

  Funny thing, Randi was right. It felt too good. He could see spending a lot more mornings waking up with her in his arms after a night buried deeply inside her.

  And that just wouldn’t work. Relationships muddled a man’s thinking. He had his own shit to get together before he even attempted using the word relationship again.

  When Randi left the bathroom, her face freshly scrubbed, wet hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a short, blue robe tied tightly at the waist, a different man stood in her living room.

  But David had no intention of leaving this morning without saying good-bye. He owed her more respect than that.

  “I have to change clothes so I’ll shower at my place.”

  “Yeah, sure. That makes sense.”

  She deserved more than a peck on the cheek, too. He leaned down to kiss her lips. He didn’t say thanks for last night because it seemed trite. “See ya.”