Just Like a Hero

by Patricia Pellicane

  Her gaze widened in surprise. “Oh boy, that sounds romantic. You think you should have said that?”

  He shrugged and returned logically, “I like the way you smell. It could be perfume, but I think it’s either your soap or your fabric softener. Which is it?”

  “I’ll show you the bottle before you leave.”

  “Am I leaving?”

  “I have to be at work by 10:00 o’clock, tomorrow.”

  “I thought you were off on Sundays.”

  She shrugged. “Usually, I am. Tomorrow, I’m filling in. One of the cooks took sick.”

  He smiled. “That gives us a little time. Why don’t we make plans for tomorrow night?”

  She shook her head. “We’ll have to work out a plan. Some days, I’m not home ‘til after eleven. You get home by six.”

  He frowned. “I don’t know if I’m going to be happy with the hours you keep.”

  “You’ll get used to it. I only work late a few nights a week.” Then, referring to the subject that had most generated this evening’s conversation, she asked, “So, what about our landlord? Do you think we can do something about the harassment?”

  “Ignore him.”

  “He’s not bothering me. It’s the others he wants out.”

  “I know they take it as harassment, thanks to his disagreeable nature, but the truth is, by law, he’s allowed to visit his property anytime he chooses. He doesn’t enter their apartments, right?”

  She nodded in agreement.

  “He can check the place and make sure everything is running smoothly, correctly to code. In fact, that’s something all landlords or their managers should do. I explained to them they’re allowed to live here for as long as they please. He can’t do a thing about it. I asked one of the guys at work to write up a letter saying as much. They’ll each get a copy. If he was smart, he would have waited to refurbish until after the building was empty.”

  “It wasn’t him. It was his uncle.” She smiled. “Mr. Kerrington was a very nice man. I understand he had many properties. Some say, he was interested in Mrs. Morgan before he got sick.” She shrugged. “Maybe, she was the reason why he fixed up this old building.” She shrugged. “In any case, he had the money to keep these people living in a nice place for their last few years.”

  “And his nephew has to be greedy. He got the place for nothing more than inheritance tax and needs to make big profits.”

  “He’s probably not making much of a profit on this place, thanks to rent control.”

  Jim shrugged. “Eventually, he will. Now, about us,” he said pressing his hips to hers.

  She smiled. “I have dishes to do.”

  “You could leave them ‘til later.”

  “A hero in a romance would help me clean this place up.”

  He sighed as he eased away from her and immediately began scrubbing her sauce pot. “We heroes have a hard road to hoe.”

  She chuckled smoothly, tucked a kitchen towel in his belt to protect his dress pants then cleaned the table and put her centerpiece back in place. As she dried and put away the pots, she said, “I like you in an apron.”

  “It’s not an apron. It’s a towel. Would you like it if I wore only an apron?”

  “You’d probably need something bigger than what you’re wearing now.”

  He grinned, raised and lowered his brows in quick succession. “Thank you.”

  She shook her head, dismissing his comment. “What I mean is you’re too…” She watched his smile burst into laughter. She ignored it and said, “Thanks for your help.”

  Her kitchen sparkled. Jim pulled the towel away, folded it and put it on her counter. Leaning his hip against the same counter, he said in supposed innocence, “Now, there’s nothing left to do. Have any ideas?”

  She smiled. “I have laundry that needs folding.”

  “Really?” he asked with obvious interest. “Do you have underwear in the pile?”

  She frowned. “Why?”

  “I told you once, rather than paw through your drawers, I’d like to see you wear some of your things. What would you say to a fashion show?”

  “Oh yes, I remember now.” His arms were around her waist. She leaned back, their hips pressed firmly together. Her hands smoothed the front of his shirt. “A fashion show, huh?” She tipped her head slightly and smiled. “That could be interesting, don’t you think?”

  “That’s exactly what I think.”

  “Have a beer and watch some television. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  Chapter Six

  He turned from the TV when he heard her say his name, and he almost dropped his beer. She walked into the room. He was having a problem with his breathing. “Jesus,” he muttered on a breathless gasp.

  She giggled a soft, tinkling sound as his gaze flickered over her. “Damn, lady, don’t laugh like that. I’m finding it hard enough to breathe.”

  She bit her lips, holding back the need to laugh. “If you don’t blink, you’re going to hurt your eyes.”

  He took a deep breath. “Forget about my eyes. My heart’s racing like I just finished a marathon. Why didn’t I expect you’d look this good?”

  “You like red?”

  Slowly, he came to his feet and shook his head, his gaze moving over her. “I never thought much about it until now, but it seems I’m particularly partial to the color when it’s on you.”

  He moved toward her. “Lacy bra and thong, all of it see-thru. Am I in heaven?” He narrowed his gaze a bit and asked in mock suspicion, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

  She allowed a low, sultry laugh. “Trying? I think I already have.”

  “You’re gorgeous.”

  “So, tell me what you think? Should I try on another set?”

  “No,” he said as he ran an index finger from her shoulder down her chest to follow the edge of the bra then over the soft, plump flesh that swelled above it. “You can show me another tomorrow.” He shook his head, knowing she was about to remind him of her hours. “We won’t take long. I promise you’ll get plenty of sleep. Damn, this is too perfect.”

  He guided her closer to his tall, lean form. “I love the way you fit against me. What do you think?”

  She smiled. “I think I wasted my time. You can’t see anything if I’m standing this close.”

  “The reason you’re standing this close is because I saw you,” he said just before his mouth lowered to tease her lips.

  For long moments, he played with her mouth. “God,” he groaned with a shiver of raw lust. “You smell delicious and taste even better.”

  “Better than my soup?” she teased.

  He gave a weary sigh. “You ask a lot of a man, Lexie, but yes, even better than your soup.”

  She laughed.

  “Let’s sit on your couch, so I can touch you while we talk.”

  Hand in hand, they moved toward her couch. “What do you want to talk about?”

  “You and sex.”

  She flashed him a smile. “Mmm, that sounds promising.”

  He sat and guided her to straddle his lap. “I think so, especially if we’re having sex, while we talk about having sex. Tell me where you want me to touch you.”

  “I think I’ve told you, just by wearing this set.”

  Ignoring her remark, he asked, “Is it here?” Thanks to the transparency of the bra, his heavy fingers ran directly over her nipples. His nails scraped against the growing hardness there and brought Lexie’s soft gasp.

  She trembled at the roughness of his touch and managed to garner just enough strength to murmur a soft, “Yes, there.”

  She was opening his shirt as he reached behind her. He smiled as he found it in front. And smiled again in appreciation as he unhooked the narrow band of material between her breasts. The fabric sort of sprung away and her breasts, heavy and round, burst forward, bouncing before him.

  He groaned his delight at the movement and muttered a gasping, “God! I thought you looked edible with that bra, but this
is even better.”

  She shrugged the material from her shoulders and allowed it to drop behind her. The shrug only further enticed. “I’m about to forget everything I planned if you move like that again,” he said.

  “What have you planned?”

  “To play with these for a long time. To touch you everywhere, until we both lose our minds.”

  “That sounds,” she hesitated and moaned a soft sound, as her eyes closed with the pleasure he so easily instilled. It took a few long moments before she finally managed, “Good. That sounds perfect.”

  “I don’t want to miss a second of this,” he said as he measured and weighed the soft flesh in his hands. He murmured a low sound of enjoyment each time he licked or bit her nipples.

  “If you miss anything, we can always do it again later.”

  His gaze widened in agreement as he nodded. “A good plan. Would you like it if I kissed your neck?”

  “What?” she asked as his question pulled her from the depth of growing passion. “Oh, yes, my neck,” she somehow managed on a shaken sigh. “That sounds lovely.”

  “Where else?”

  She didn’t respond until he asked again, “Where else, Lexie?”

  “My nipples,” she gasped. “Especially my nipples.”

  “What does it do to you when I play with them?”

  “It does everything. I feel it here,” she said as she arched her back and pushed her breasts deeper into the pleasure of both his fingers and mouth. “And here,” she added as her hand moved down her body and slid into her panties.

  “And where else. Where should I kiss you?”

  “My pussy,” she groaned and shuddered, her eyes half closed as she succumbed to the desire, knowing she’d finally said what he wanted most to hear. He growled in response, and she shivered again. “God, yes, my pussy, touch me there. Touch me everywhere.”

  “Lay down,” he said as he guided her to lie upon her couch. He rolled her panties down her legs and over her feet. His warm gaze studied her nakedness, his delight obvious. “God, I can’t tell you how good you look, how sweet. My mouth waters knowing how delicious you’ll taste. I can’t wait to touch you.”

  “Then don’t. Don’t wait,” she managed breathlessly as she raised her hips to better his view. She moved to within inches of his mouth, her legs parted. Her pussy ached with need, hungry, nearly desperate for the feel of his tongue, his lips. The movement dared him to resist her offer. Her breathless whisper, “Do it,” was meant to push him over the edge of reason.

  It almost worked. He trembled but held to his control. “I will, but first I need to see you touch yourself.”

  She blinked her surprise. “Do you? You don’t want to touch me?”

  “I do, and I will, but first show me how.”

  She shook her head. “You’re very bad.”

  He nodded in return. “I know, but are you?”

  Her heart pounded, blood rushed to her pussy. It felt alive, buzzing with excitement, tingling with life. “Move back.”

  He moved a bare inch or two and she almost laughed.

  “Shall I show you what I do when I’m alone?”

  “Oh, Jesus,” he moaned. “Am I going to live through this?”

  “If you don’t think you can take it, maybe, I’d better not.”

  “I can take it,” he promised anxiously and insisted to her grin. “I can.”

  “Sit there then and watch,” she said a bit breathlessly.

  Lexie was on her own and a bit unsure of what she was about. It wasn’t as if she’d never used a toy or brought herself to a quick release when the need came upon her. The truth was she’d simply never done it while someone watched. She took a deep breath as she gathered her nerve. Her heart continued to pound in her throat, a pulse to throb between her legs.

  Her hands moved first to her breasts. The firm flesh was large enough and certainly sensitive enough to bring pleasure at her touch. She pushed them together then apart, squeezed her nipples with two fingers each, pulling at them as her legs parted and her hips moved.

  He made a soft sound deep in his throat that combined with the look in his eyes, Lexie took for pain. She wondered how long he’d resist and thought she’d push until the thought of resisting was long forgotten.

  Next, still holding her nipples, she shook them, which allowed her breasts to bounce. She heard another sound escape his throat and smiled. Her hands smoothed over her midriff and down her soft, flat belly to her hips, her thighs and finally inside her legs and up to frame her pussy.

  “Good so far?” she gasped a bit breathlessly.

  Lexie felt a warm flush. She looked down to see her skin had turned a soft shade of pink. She felt her pulse in her pussy and wondered if he could see it throb.

  “Better than good. Don’t stop,” he said, as his dry mouth forced the scarcely muttered words.

  “I’ve never done anything this sexy. I like it,” she said as her eyes fluttered closed.

  “I like it more.”

  Her fingertip smoothed over her aching clit, and she moaned at the intense sensitivity found there. “This feels better than…” She shuddered as she struggled to keep her senses about herself. “God, I’ve never felt like this before.”

  He couldn’t resist. Watching her enjoy her body, he felt starved to touch her as well. Gently, tentatively he ran a single finger around the edge of her tunnel. Hungry for more, he slipped the finger deep inside her.

  She moaned. “Good,” she gasped. “I can’t think. This feels so good.”

  “I know,” he said. “Don’t stop. I want to watch you come. I want to lick your cum away. I want to taste all of it.”

  She shivered as he whispered his intent. “Yes,” she gasped, and he knew she ached to feel him. He could see the truth of it in her eyes.

  “Later, Lexie, I promise you won’t be sorry.”

  Her breathing grew heavier, straining, gasping as it brought air to her starved lungs. Urged on, she seemed unable to resist as her body’s demands. He watched mesmerized as she showed him exactly what pleased her. She strummed her clit. He gasped at the sight of her, playing as if her body were a musical instrument. Just below her moving hands his one finger circled her moist opening again, teasing, tickling, while imagining the feel of her closing around his dick as he entered that smooth, hot flesh. All the while, he whispered soothing words that only spurred her on toward the waiting, mindless pleasure.

  “You like that, Lexie? You like it when I touch you?”

  “Mmm,” she managed between gasps.

  “Watching you is so good. Can we do it again? Later?”

  “Hurts. Oh God,” she whimpered.

  Her hips moved higher, suspended by strong legs, spread wide, obviously desperate to gain and hold on to every second of this coming delight, while silently demanding him to see all she offered, willing him to touch her. He did not, he could not, refuse. He leaned down and licked her, pushing his tongue deep inside her. Her eyes opened. Her fingers stilled then moved to caress her breasts. She squeezed her nipples as he ate at her.

  He did little more than lick her clit once, twice, three times, and she cried out as her body surged helplessly forward. Again, she murmured a broken, wordless plea as the pulsing took on a life of its own. There was no way to stop it, and Jim grinned as he watched her lose the last of her control. Of its own accord, her body quivered and throbbed, racked with hunger, desperate for release. He moved back eager to see it all, damn near desperate to watch her come. His finger took over where his mouth had been, gently rotating her small nub, pulling at it, gently milking it to a wild explosion. Her arms moved above her head, and her eyes closed. She moaned, beside herself with pleasure. Her body shuddered and jerked convulsively into each spasm of ecstasy.

  He watched in amazement as creamy cum slipped gently from her wet, pulsing body.

  “Good?” he asked as she lay there trying to catch her breath.

  “Good,” she returned, her eyes closed, her li
ps forming a pretty smile.

  “I don’t know,” he teased. “You didn’t act like it was good. All I heard was groaning and moaning. I thought maybe you were in pain.”

  Her eyes blinked open. “You’re a little too full of yourself, I think.”

  “How could I be anything else? The way you come is amazing. I only wish I could feel it.”

  “I did most of the work.”

  “Yes,” he agreed, “but the last of it was me.”

  She laughed. “You’re a monster.”

  “As long as I’m not sweet, I suppose I could live with being a monster.”

  He shoved his trousers down his legs, turned to her and leaned over her body. “The truth is, Lexie,” he said on a breathless gasp. “Watching you come was every Christmas, birthday and the Fourth of July I’ve ever lived through, all in one. I don’t know how I managed to hold out. Had I a lick of sense I’d be inside you right now.

  “Well, do you have a lick of sense?”

  “I used to think I did. Problem is watching you touch yourself nearly drove me out of my mind. Right now, I’m a bit riled up.” He slipped a condom over his erection. “If I move inside you like this, I’m apt to come in seconds and I wanted this to last.”

  “Okay,” she said as a smile teased her lips. “When do you think you’ll be ready?”

  “After I calm down.”

  Her gaze widened.“And you expect to calm down while doing that?” She nodded toward his hand playing with her nipple, while the other tickled her pussy.

  He nodded. “You’re probably right. I shouldn’t touch you.”

  “Instead of meticulously planning out each move, why not do what feels good, anytime you want? Plans mostly have a way of working out sooner or later.”

  “Meaning I could always do it later or tomorrow?” he asked.

  “Or tomorrow,” she agreed. “That sounds good.”

  “I’ll remember this night for the rest of my life,” he said as he moved into her tightness. She was soft, but deep inside she still pulsed. He pulled back, just a bit, as he mentally readied himself for her. “Damn, Lexie, you’re still throbbing inside.”