Rock Me Gently

by HK Carlton

  “Here, eat this on your way back.” She handed him a sandwich.

  “Thanks.”

  “I meant to make you happy, not sullen.” She pouted.

  “I am. You did.” He sighed heavily and pulled her into his embrace. “I just want you so fuckin’ bad, all the time.”

  “Me too.”

  “I just want to curl up and take our time. We are always in a rush.”

  “I know we are. But next weekend we can take our time,” she said into his chest.

  It seemed like an eternity. He eased back so that he could look at her but still keep her in his arms. “I can’t wait. I want to go to sleep buried inside you and wake up with you in my arms.”

  When her eyes softened, his heart stuttered. “That sounds wonderful,” she breathed.

  He kissed her softly then let her go. She got into her car. With his car parked behind, he had to back out first. He pulled out and reversed far enough back so that she could get out and he followed her until they had to go their separate ways. As he drove level she gave him a wave and a smile. He nodded as he turned in the other direction.

  * * * *

  Jason opened the door of the shop at exactly four p.m. Lainey looked up at his abrupt entrance and smiled. “Hey, handsome.”

  “Are you alone?” he asked, in a clipped tone.

  “Yes,” she answered, her smile fading.

  “Get in the back room. Now!” he said, in a low authoritative voice. She hesitated but when he turned the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ and locked the door, she started to back into the little room. In large strides he followed, stalking her, loosening his tie as he came at her.

  She was almost to the back wall when his large body shadowed the doorframe.

  Lainey watched him warily. He seemed almost angry. Intense.

  “Any cameras back here?”

  She shook her head.

  Locking the back door he then moved like a caged cat to where she stood.

  Without a word he dragged her skirt up. His jaw was tight, like he had his teeth clamped tightly together. His lips were drawn in a hard line. Once he had her skirt up around her waist, he tucked the index fingers under the soft elastic in her panties and as he started to kneel down in front of her, he dragged the garment to her ankles on his descent.

  Lainey’s pussy pooled with weighty desire when she knew his intent. His teeth grazed the skin hooding her clit. She closed her eyes and leaned heavily against the wall. He ran his tongue lightly over her smooth lips, as far back between her thighs as he could reach, then back to the front. Lainey tensed in anticipation, wanting, needing him to touch his tongue to the burning nub. But he teased her, running it to the other side and back.

  Lainey fisted her hands in frustration. The flat of Jason’s tongue tapped tantalizingly close to the highly sensitized bud.

  Gasping for breath, she knew she wasn’t even going to get to enjoy this. Jason had her in such a heightened state of semi-permanent arousal all the time that she knew just a few velvety strokes on her highly sensitized clit would have her in one big wet puddle in no time.

  Lainey tensed every muscle she could think of trying to slow the incredible feeling building inside her.

  He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her forward. “Open,” he growled, releasing his hold only to coax her thighs further apart. “Do you think I’ve been able to keep my mind anywhere else?” he asked, staring at her crotch, his heavy breath sending hot gusts of air across her thighs. “I’ve thought of two things all afternoon, thanks to you. I thought about lunchtime, and how you sucked my cock.” Another harsh sound erupted from his throat and he nipped at her skin, making Lainey cry out but not in pain. “Ah, fuck, did you suck my cock! And then I couldn’t wait to return the favor. I could think of nothing but slipping my tongue into you, tasting you for the first time.”

  Lainey couldn’t help the pathetic mewling sound from escaping her throat.

  With his thumbs, he opened her lips and licked in one long searing stroke from her hot wet hole to her swollen nub. They both sighed in ecstasy.

  Jason sucked her clit gently into his mouth, probing softly. Her legs trembled.

  “Oh, Jase,” she cried softly, shuddering into a quick but deep orgasm.

  “Ahh, already?” he complained, without heat.

  “I’m sorry, you just do it for me.”

  He grinned at that admission, rising to his feet. She looked up at him with soft satisfied eyes. “Did you bring a condom?” she asked hopefully.

  He raised a dark eyebrow at her. “As a matter of fact…” He reached into his back pocket and produced a foil packet. “I did.”

  “Oh, good,” she breathed and eagerly went after the button and zipper of his trousers. She pushed them off his hips, along with his boxers, sending them in one fell swoop down to his ankles, while he tore open the packet. Lainey took his quivering cock into her hands and stroked him. When he placed the rubber over the tip she rolled it the rest of the way down.

  “Sit,” she instructed, indicating the padded chair to their left. He sat his bare ass onto the cool leather. Lainey backed toward him. Jason placed a hand on her hip as he held his cock straight up and steady. The tip nudged into her hot center. She eased slowly down, inch by delicious inch. When the backs of her thighs touched his, Jason grabbed her hips and yanked her down hard into his lap, impaling her completely. He growled deep in his throat at the sensation of her sitting on him. He held her there for a moment, savoring, then she started to move, using the arms of the chair as leverage. Slowly at first, in an up and down rhythm, using him as if she were rubbing some sweet spot inside herself, trying to soothe an itch. He let her set the pace. She could use him for whatever reason she needed. She felt incredible to him. Hot and tight.

  He reached around her, taking her soft tits in his hands. He gave them a squeeze before stroking her nipples to twin peaks. She exhaled heavily and arched into his hold. He made circular motions in tandem. The little noises she made drove him crazy. He felt the tiniest little flutter deep inside her. Her breathing escalated and she picked up the tempo.

  Another convulsion made her muscles clench around his throbbing hardness. Everything inside him quickened, his pulse, his blood, his need to fuck her senseless. Releasing her breasts he then grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto his thighs.

  She emitted a strangled scream. He froze for a moment thinking he’d been too rough. When she surged upward, gritting, “Go! Faster!”

  He wasn’t content to just sit in the chair anymore. He bucked, jolting her to her feet. He followed her up, keeping as much of himself embedded in her as he could. Sliding his palms down her arms he placed her hands on the worktable in front of them. He bent her forward, his chest to her back. “Hold on, my Lainey love,” he whispered in warning.

  Jason took control and she was glad. He rubbed his thick hardness back and forth, sliding in and almost all the way out of her. Climax building with each thrust. Raspy cries of pleasure erupted from her parched throat every time he plunged forward. He dropped his hips and began to move up and into her in a circular motion. The sweet undulation began from a spot deep inside her and radiated out encompassing him surging behind her. Lainey moaned.

  “Oh, yeah,” Jason wheezed in appreciation as he felt the delicate little flutters get stronger, clenching around him, driving him to his own massive explosion.

  They stayed in the position as they struggled to recover their breath. Lainey was the first to move. She straightened from her bent position, and wrapped her arms backward around his neck. He encircled her waist.

  “Wow, Mr Westlake, you really know how to…make an…entrance.”

  He snorted, his cock jerked inside her and she trembled with latent desire.

  “You are seriously driving me crazy, woman. I can’t even do my job. I’ve resorted to assigning all four classes with chapter after chapter of silent reading because I can’t seem so speak anymore without making some kind of sexual innuendo or
naming some female body part.”

  Lainey giggled, thinking he was kidding.

  “And let me tell you, you have some fine body parts,” he said as she turned in his arms to face him. He wrapped his hands around her bare ass, holding her firmly against him. “And on our weekend, I intend to worship every one of them.”

  “I can’t wait.” Standing on her tiptoes she gently kissed his chin. “I guess I should open the store back up.”

  “Oh, Geez, yeah. Shit. Sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” he stammered in apology.

  “Not like it really matters,” she said with a sigh. Grudgingly, she released him and shimmied her dress back down. “I’ll be right back,” she said collecting her undergarments and disappearing into the bathroom.

  Jason had readjusted his own clothes by the time she reappeared.

  “You look like you haven’t been ravished, Mr Westlake,” she grinned, jerking on his tie.

  “I haven’t, Ms Clarkson, I believe I was the one doing the ravishing.”

  “And a fine job you did,” she said, leaving their little room. He followed as she went to the door and unlocked it, turning the sign back around to ‘Open’.

  “Only fifteen more minutes anyway, Lainey.”

  “Yep, fifteen minutes and by the end of next week that ‘Closed’ sign just might be permanent.”

  “Oh?” Jason asked frowning. “Did something else happen?” He didn’t know many details about the litigation concerning the shop or the house for that matter. They’d never really talked about it. The only information he had were little bits Lainey had dropped, what Henry had confided and the crap he’d read on the unreliable Internet.

  With a wave of her hand she indicated a thick envelope sitting by the register. “Thad happened.”

  Jason reached for the envelope then hesitated, waiting for permission. The last thing he wanted to do right now was overstep the boundaries.

  “Go ‘head.”

  Picking up the paperwork, he then began to scan the legal jargon.

  “He wants you to buy him outright? Pay all the legal fees and pay off all the vendors who have also filed suit. And any other fees that may occur…”

  “Blah, blah, blah. The long and the short of it is I don’t have it and he knows it. And even if the house sells, it won’t sell in time for me to do anything but shut the damn doors and then I am still on the hook for everything that is owed.”

  “Why is he doing this?” Jason asked, not understanding.

  “Because he can.”

  “Lainey, who the hell is your lawyer?”

  She looked at him, confused.

  “I mean, I realize this is none of my business and I have only a vague idea of what caused your divorce, but any half decent lawyer would pull this apart in no time. Thad’s just pushing you around.”

  She nodded. “Also, because he can. He’s the one with the million dollar signing. He has the money to hire the kind of lawyers who can chew mine apart. Actually, the lawyer we’ve had all along has been a friend of ours from school, Reg Pool, but when Thad made it big, he dropped both of us.”

  “Your lawyer is a friend?”

  “Reg is a good lawyer, Jason, he’s just small town good, not corporate conglomerate good.”

  “Is this small town good barrister going after Thad for future earnings?”

  Vaguely, she shook her head.

  “You were with Thad when he wasn’t famous. You probably supported him and Jill while he ran off to training camps and stuff, right? You are entitled to his future prospects too, Lainey. You helped him get there. He owes you that. And you said something about him in talks with other teams? You can get in on that too. Or endorsement deals?”

  “No. I don’t want anything from him anymore. I just want out. I want to sever all ties with him. But I feel like I will never be able to do that because of Jilly. I am always going to have to deal with him in some way or another.”

  “So you’re just going to let him take everything from you? If he wants to fight dirty, we can too.”

  Her gaze darted all around Jason’s face. “We?” she asked weakly.

  “Yeah, we,” he answered, supportively. He wasn’t going anywhere. And if Thad wanted to throw his money around, Jason could match him, meet him and bury him in it.

  “That’s really sweet of you to offer and all, but it’s practically over. And maybe it’s for the best. A new start all around is just what Jill and I need. A new job, a new house without the memories and perhaps even a new place. I don’t know where we’re going to end up. I just might follow Jill when she leaves for college.” She shrugged. “Who knows?”

  Jason wasn’t about to get into that one right now. One step at a time here. Everything between them was happening so fast. He needed to take a step back for a minute. But he knew that he didn’t want her moving away.

  He was deep in thought, dragging on his lower lip when she approached him. “Hey, this is my problem. Don’t worry about it. Okay?” She took his hand away from his mouth. He gave her a quick nod but knew that he was going to be giving his lawyer a call before the night ended.

  Lainey closed up the register. Jason stuffed the paperwork into his suit coat pocket while she was distracted.

  “Did you have any customers today?”

  “No.”

  “Do you even like this, Lainey? Is this shop even worth fighting for? You don’t seem like your heart is even in it?”

  “I don’t know anymore. It was fun for me in the beginning. It gave me something to do when he was out of town all the time and Jilly was in school full-time. But now it’s just something else that he ruined for me, you know? It was something of my own and now he claims it was all his.”

  “Then change it up. Get some new and different things in here. Something that every other boutique on the block doesn’t have. You’ll bring in new people.”

  “And what would that be?”

  They don’t have Jase West, he thought briefly, then discarded that idea. Another thing he had to deal with. Lainey wasn’t even aware that she had Jase West at her disposal. And he was sure that was only a matter of time. And in the end, wasn’t that what Thad had done? Shown up on opening day lending his name and his celebrity to get the press then never came back.

  “So, what are your plans for tonight?” Lainey asked.

  “Um, I don’t know. Do you need to get home?”

  “No, Jill’s with Henry again.”

  “Then let’s go to my place,” he suggested, following her out of the door. He took the key from her and locked it.

  “I should go home…and shower.”

  “I have a shower at my house. Follow me.” He didn’t give her a chance to refuse but stalked off across the street to his Porsche.

  * * * *

  And a fine shower he had. Just like everything else in Jason’s house, the shower was massive and open, built for two or more. They’d barely made it in the door when he picked her up and ran up the stairs with her. They’d shared a very hot and steamy, soapy and slippery shower that had ended in another fabulous orgasm.

  Lainey sat at Jason’s kitchen island in one of his T-shirts, her hair damp, watching him putter around making supper.

  “What are you thinking about?” Jason asked, as he threw two steaks onto the grill.

  “Mmm,” she stretched. “I was thinking about the shower.”

  He grinned. “I could turn these babies off and we could go for another one,” he said leaning across the counter and laying a kiss on the end of her nose. “You feel good all slippery and wet.”

  “Ditto!” She leaned into him and kissed him thoroughly. “The steaks, Jase.”

  “Oh shit!” He rushed back to the grill, sticking in a fork to turn the meat over. “Jesus, woman, the day that I can— Ouch!” he yelped as he singed the end of his finger. “Fuck! The day I can do menial freakin’ tasks again without falling on my ass, blurting something inappropriate in front of my students or burning myself, I will be a happy ma
n.”

  “But I won’t be,” she sulked. “That will mean that we’ve lost our magic.”

  He worked his way back over and took her face into his hands. “No, it won’t. By then the magic will be even better.”

  “Do you think so? I like this. I like feeling this way. Everything is so new and perfect. I can’t wait to see you or hear your voice or simply get a text. I like learning all these new things about you. It’s exciting.”

  The soft way she was looking at him while she spoke made his heart pound so loud that he could hear it in his own ears.

  “I don’t want all that to go away,” she continued. “Ever. I like that maybe I might have the same effect on you as you do on me. I always want to feel for you what I feel right now.”

  What was she saying?

  “What are you feeling?” he asked.

  “The steaks,” she reminded, avoiding the question.

  “What?”

  “You need to take the steaks off, they’re burning.”

  Turning, he took the steaks off and tossed them on a plate. “Maybe you should cook until I can control myself.”

  She laughed and hopped off the stool. Coming around the counter, she encircled his waist. “You’re just lucky I don’t mind mine well done.”

  They sat down and ate steak and tossed salad.

  Just as they were finishing up the phone rang. Jason reached to grab it. “Talk ta me. Oh, hey, Mom. No, it’s always a good time.”

  Lainey disappeared while he talked to his mother and when she came back to his disappointment she was dressed.

  “I’m gonna go,” Lainey whispered, thumbing toward the door.

  “No wait…Lainey…” Jason said. “Just a sec, Mom,” he said into the phone before setting it down.

  “You don’t have to go,” he appealed, pulling Lainey into his arms when he caught up to her by the door.

  “Yeah, I do. I should get home before Jill does,” she responded, tucking her head under his chin and holding him close.

  “And you said yourself that you’ve been neglecting your work because of me. So I’ll get out of your way and you can do some work. I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked hopefully, looking up at him.