by HK Carlton
“Oh, then this is a personal call?”
“Lady, you are driving me insane. I’ve been going nuts all night long and all day wondering why you didn’t call.”
Lainey smiled. It was unbelievable how crazed he sounded. “You were supposed to call me.”
“Well, I probably did say it, but my mind was elsewhere. I apologize.”
“No need. I believe my mind was the same place as yours.”
“Do you have to rush home tonight for Jill?”
“Actually I just got a text from her about half an hour ago. She said she’s with Henry at his house and not to worry about her.”
“Then can I interest you in joining me for supper this evening?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’ll meet you at five.”
“All right.”
“Great.”
“See you then.”
She was about to hang up when his deep rasping voice intoned, “Lainey… I can’t wait.”
As she hung up she couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. Every time she thought of him, she felt warm and tingly all over. She had a permanent heaviness between her legs just in waiting anticipation of what could happen between them. She’d never experienced this kind of wild lust. Even when she and Thad had been teenagers she’d never experienced this incredible sexual need. When they’d first started having sex, she’d done it to please Thad and out of her own curiosity, of course. But it had hurt, and she hadn’t got anywhere near the same amount of pleasure out of it that he had seemed to. But it had got better as they’d got used to each other and older. Lainey finally realized that she could seek out some pleasure in the act too.
The phone rang again, pulling her from her reverie.
“Jillian’s. Lainey speaking. How may I help you?”
“Give me your cell number.”
“Don’t you ever say hello?” she laughed, and rhymed off her cell number for Jason, then asked for his. She programmed it into her phone under Jase. That’s how he introduced himself to other people. But he hadn’t with her. She wondered why.
Jason couldn’t wait to get out of the school. In a much lighter mood, he returned the phone book. He headed straight to the grocery store. Lainey liked Italian and he knew how to make a mean spaghetti sauce.
Once home, he set the sauce to simmering then went for a shower.
At about four forty-five his cellphone chimed.
Running a little late. Sorry.
No problem, he texted back. Meet me at my place when you’re ready?
K. Need your address, she responded.
He texted it to her.
See you soon.
About a minute later she sent, I can’t wait either.
Jason smiled. He couldn’t remember ever being this excited about seeing a woman. He’d never even cooked for one before.
While he waited impatiently, he chilled some wine and set the table.
Half an hour later when he saw Lainey pull into his drive, his stomach leaped and so did other things. Dropping the pasta into the boiling pot, he then set the timer for nine minutes, and rushed to the door.
After she knocked he counted to ten so she wouldn’t know he was practically waiting at the door.
When he opened it and saw her standing there his heart pounded.
She smiled. “Hi.”
He yanked her inside. “Hello.” Then slid his hands into her hair and pulled her lips to his, while kicking the door shut. Half expecting timidity, to his delight she picked up just where she’d left off the day before—kissing him hungrily, raw and fierce. Straining to get closer she clutched at his hips.
Jason cupped her backside and drew her against him, lifting her off her feet. He dropped his hips and thrust upward giving her a sample of what he wanted to do to her. Backing her against the door, holding her, he coaxed her legs around his hips. Full skirt and all, she wrapped her legs around him, using her muscles to cinch him closer. It felt so good his hardness pressing into her softness. An animalistic sound rumbled from his chest, followed by a delightful moan from Lainey. In an attempt to breathe, he ripped his mouth from hers.
“Now,” she cried. “Please, now!”
Jason stilled, his mind slow. She looked so fuckin’ good, her eyes pained with desire and need. With Lainey still clinging to him, he staggered over to the couch and lowered her onto her back. Frantically she went straight to his waistband struggling with the snap and zipper of his jeans. When she’d managed to get them undone she pushed at the denim. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and bunched it up around her waist. He leaned back enough so that he could look down at her—little white bikini type panties greeted him. He palmed the triangle between her legs, his thumb abrading the furrow, sliding up to circle her clit through the cotton. Crying out again, she arched her back and undulated her hips.
Jason gripped her panties and dragged them down her legs then tossed them carelessly aside. He looked down at her again. Her beautiful hairless pussy beckoned him. “Ahhh, fuck, Lainey!” he exclaimed at the sweet surprise, his cock throbbing painfully. He wanted to bury his face between her thighs, slide his tongue into her sweet wetness. He cupped his hands under her ass, lifting her slightly, tipping her forward, having every intention of licking her.
“I don’t need that. Please! I-need-to-feel-you-inside-me,” Lainey all but moaned incoherently running the whole sentence into one big word.
He didn’t need to be told again. But he didn’t have a condom on him. Fuck!
“Just give me a sec. Don’t move.”
Helplessly, she whimpered.
Jason sprinted for the stairs, taking them two at a time, holding his jeans up so he wouldn’t trip. He skidded into his bedroom and pulled a string of condoms out of the box in the drawer at his bedside. He pushed his boxers aside, before tearing one of the foil packets open with his teeth then rolling it on. As he would expect of one of his randy students he ran undignified, back down the stairs to the soft beautiful woman waiting for him.
With her skirt still rucked up around her waist, she opened her arms to him. Stepping out of his jeans and boxers he joined her on the sofa then kneed her legs open wider. He ran his fingers between her pussy lips and groaned at the wet warmth he felt there. She was so ready for him. She scooched down the couch, getting closer as he guided his heat-seeking cock into her.
Lainey was disappointed to see the condom. Of course, it was the right thing. They barely knew each other and she knew absolutely nothing about his history. But she wanted to feel him. All of him. His skin in hers. The second he rubbed the throbbing tip of his cock through her slick cunt, she no longer cared. Pressure and deep penetration were all she craved. Her body was on fire.
Jason plunged forward burying himself to the hilt—at long last filling the bottomless fiery yearning he’d been stoking in her since they’d met. She opened her mouth on a silent moan of pleasure and relief.
As he looked down at her, he began to move. Lainey cupped each of his butt cheeks, encouraging his frantic pace. She splayed her legs wider giving him full access.
“Ahh, Lainey. God, you feel so good.”
Lainey was shocked at how amazing it felt. Generally she wasn’t able to come this way, needing clitoral stimulation to get there. But she was so close. His cock abraded just the right spot. Then sweet spasms began to build way deep down inside her. “Ohh, Jay-sonnnnn,” she moaned as one delectable wave of pleasure after another crashed over her.
Her pussy contracted around the base of his shaft, tightening and squeezing him, pulling him deeper. Constant overlapping tremors made her inner walls ripple enticingly. She felt so fuckin’ sweet. “Aww, Lainey, I’m comin’ already,” he confessed on a long quaking shudder. He ground into her until he felt himself losing substance.
Pulling out, he then eased down beside her. Her eyes were shining and bright. Something inside his chest squeezed at that look.
“Wow!” She smiled up at him lazily.
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sp; “Yeah. Wow! You little volcano!”
She giggled. Jason ran a hand over her hip, needing to touch her.
“Do I smell something burning?”
“Oh shit!” Jason jumped up and ran into the kitchen.
The room was full of smoke. The pasta had almost boiled dry. It was all stuck to the bottom of the pan. Taking it off the burner, he then set it in the sink, and flipped on the exhaust fan over the stove. He yanked the cord for the ceiling fan above the dining table.
Lainey entered the kitchen. “What happened?”
“I forgot that I put the pasta in as soon as I saw you drive in.”
“Why didn’t you set the timer?”
“I did. But I was slightly distracted. I didn’t hear it.”
“I didn’t hear it either,” she confessed. “Well, that’s quite the look you got going on there.” Her gaze traveled over him. He wore a worn T-shirt, a condom and a pair of socks. Yeah, he must’ve presented quite the picture. “Maybe you should put these back on before you burn something important?” she suggested, smiling, holding up his jeans with one finger through a belt loop.
Jason turned slightly and rolled the condom off then tossed it in the garbage under the sink. Accepting the jeans from her he then slid into them.
Lainey looked into the other bubbling pot on the stove. “What have we got here? This still smells good.” She leaned over the low simmering tomato sauce and took a long sniff of the aroma. “Let’s just cook some more pasta. I’ll try to keep you from being distracted.” She sidled up to him, standing close but not touching him. Then she kissed his chin.
Sliding an arm around her, he pulled her against him. “And how do you intend to do that? Just you being here has me distracted.” He dropped a kiss on her nose.
“I could leave.” Half-heartedly, she made an attempt to turn.
“No fuckin’ way.” He tightened his arms around her.
She wound hers around his neck. “Maybe if we watch the pot together, we’ll keep each other on task.”
“A watched pot never boils.”
“Sure it does. Good thing you’re not a science teacher.”
“At the moment I’m thinking biology. Yours as it relates to mine.”
“You are easily distracted, aren’t you?”
“You are an incredibly distracting woman.”
They were so close that when her stomach growled he felt it as if it were his own.
“I’m a hungry woman.” She laughed softly, her breath brushing his chin.
Only intending to give her a quick peck, Jason leaned down and kissed her gently but the soft supple give of surrender under his mouth had him sipping from her sweet lips over and over until they were both breathless. A new torrent of pure lust pounded through him. But her stomach rumbled again. Reluctantly he dragged his lips from hers. “I guess I’d better feed you first.”
Dazedly Lainey looked up at him.
Jason set her away from him and filled another pot with salty water. He placed it on a burner to boil. “What’s with the raucous little lion in there?” Delicately he tweaked her tummy.
“I didn’t get away for lunch today.”
“Oh, busy day?”
“No, unfortunately.”
“No? So, why couldn’t you run across the street and get some lunch?” he asked, stirring the sauce.
“I didn’t want to leave the phone,” she admitted looking down at the floor. He grinned slightly. “Just in case you called,” she added quietly.
He liked knowing she was waiting by the phone for him to call.
After dropping the pasta into the pot, he hauled her back into his arms. “I fucked up. I’m sorry. And now you’re starving and it’s all my fault.”
“That’s okay, you’re making up for it now.” She lifted her lips for a kiss and he obliged.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, pulling her against his burgeoning erection.
Lainey ran her hand down the hardening length. “Mmm,” he murmured appreciatively, pushing himself fully into her palm. “Keep that up and I’ll boil dry another batch of pasta.”
She removed her hand. “Oh, well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
Jason grabbed her wrist and flattened her palm, then wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock. She molded them around him and followed his shaft down, where she then cupped his balls firmly through worn denim. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind at all. Who needs pasta anyway?” He wound his hands into her hair and tugged her head back. Lowering his mouth he kissed her with all the crazed fierceness he was feeling. She made him wild. She was all he could think about. All he wanted to think about. She was his newest obsession. The sweet little tease of hurried lovemaking earlier was not nearly enough to assuage the boiling in his blood.
She met him, though, gave as good as she got while palming him until he could think of nothing more than sinking into her. She caressed him with her tongue in the same rhythm that her hand was playing his cock. Stroking him from the outside of his clothes wasn’t enough. As if she read his mind, she thumbed his jeans open, undid the zipper and slid her warm hand down his straining rod. He was throbbing, pulsing, jerking. It wouldn’t take much for him to come right in her hand.
Lainey ripped her mouth from his—her eyes were wild, her chest heaving. Easing the hot pot from the burner she then turned off both elements, to the pasta and the sauce.
“Who needs to eat?” she panted, moving back into his arms.
Yes! his mind screamed. Scooping her into his arms he then carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. She turned her head and kissed wherever she could reach him—his jaw, his chin, his chest. At his bedside, he set her on her feet, capturing her mouth again. She pushed his jeans off his hips. They fell down around his ankles. She snaked a hand back around his thickness and continued to manipulate his hot flesh, tugging and pumping his cock until he could barely stand it. Gathering great folds of fabric, he pulled her skirt up and skimmed his hands over her smooth hips. The realization that she’d decided not to put her panties back on made him moan. “God, you were like this the whole time we were in the kitchen?” he asked. The thought of only the skirt between them made his cock vibrate in her hand. “Ahhh, God, Lainey, I woulda put you right up on the counter,” he breathed heavily.
“And what?” she whispered back into his mouth. “What would you have done to me?”
“Ohhh, God. I woulda knelt between your beautiful thighs.” He moved his hand between her legs and moaned again when he felt how slick she was. “I would have slid my tongue right up inside you. Tasted you.” Demonstrating, he worked his finger between the luscious folds. She bore down on his finger and sighed into his mouth. Going deep, he pushed his fist against her, wiggling the digit unmercifully. His anxious plundering seemed to work for her. She moaned with pleasure, which only drove him closer to culmination. Ultimately, he wanted to taste her, but he wouldn’t survive it and selfish as he was he wanted to be buried in her, where his finger now tickled and teased her.
His own hot juices churned just under the surface of his skin as she continued to tug and stroke him expertly. “I wanna be in you.”
“I want you there.”
He shuddered, trying to control himself, then edged her toward the drawer. “Can we get rid of this?” she demanded of his shirt.
With that out of their way, her gaze skipped from one tattoo to another but he didn’t care. Jason went after the buttons on her dress. But silently, she lifted her arms, and he dragged the dress over her head. Just her bra stood in his way. He fumbled with clumsy fingers. Taking pity on him she undid the hooks. He helped her slide it down her arms. And he’d been completely right about being obsessed with those lovely breasts. Flawless. He took each one in hand. Her lips parted at his touch.
“Ah, Lainey, you’re perfect,” he murmured as he lowered his head. He captured one sweet bud in his mouth softly rolling his tongue.
She made the raspiest little erotic sound. “We have lots of
time for that. I need you now,” she whispered catching his chin in her palms.
He leaned toward the drawer to grab a condom.
“Do you need it? I’m clean. I had all the tests you can possibly have after I found out about, well, you know.” She seemed reluctant to mention her ex’s name, which Jason appreciated. “I want to feel you with nothing between us.”
Oh God! So did he. But he couldn’t put her at risk. He hadn’t been careful. “Are you on the pill?” he stalled for time.
Her face fell. “No,” she said, disappointed. Reaching into the drawer, Lainey then ripped open the packet. She was about to roll it on, then leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on the tip. He almost leaped out of his own skin at the thought of her lips wrapping around him. Involuntarily his hips thrust forward as she rolled the condom on.
Smoothing his palm down her arm he then backed her to the bed. When her knees caved he lowered her and followed her down, he levered himself above her and she guided his swollen cock into her.
Almost immediately, he felt the rolling wave of sweet contractions deep inside her hot tight pussy.
Deep and slow, he thrust once, twice. But it wasn’t the speed he wanted to go just now. As she’d said, they’d have time for everything else later. When they weren’t so hot and horny for each other. Right now, they both needed intense and fast. He picked up the pace as his heart pounded out of his chest and his blood rushed. A fine sheen of sweat broke out over his body.
“Ohh, Jaassooonnnn!” She pulled her legs back and reached for him. Her nails scoring him, she grabbed his ass, and encouraged his frenzied thrusting. Another amazing wave of spasms overtook her insides, making her close in around him. “Oh God!” she cried.
Oh God was right. Rocking against her, he exploded and emptied into the rubber. He eased himself down beside her, trying to keep them connected but as he deflated, it made it more difficult. But he wanted to enjoy the delicious little aftershocks she kept having. He pulled her into his arms—her to his chest. Like a satisfied little cat she stretched, molding herself to him as she continued to rock her hips against him. She ran her hand over his stomach and chest, up over his arm and shoulder, then back again. He could feel himself relaxing, close to sleep.