by S. M. Butler
“But you are going to molest me?” Her breath hitched as his lips pressed against her fingers.
“You make it sound bad,” he murmured. “You will enjoy it.”
Of that, she had no doubts. But she still pulled her hand out of his reach and settled it in her lap. “Wasn’t the point of this little date to do something other than sex?”
“Sure,” he said. He pushed away from the table. “Would you like dessert?”
“I hope you’re not still talking about sex.”
“Of course not,” he said, standing up. “I made chocolate mousse.”
“Made?” She couldn’t contain her surprise. Dinner and dessert?
“Of course,” he said, mock offense coloring his expression. “I spent a large part of my youth learning to cook.” His expression then turned distant for a brief moment and she wondered if his father had had a hand in that education as well. But she didn’t have time to dissect it as he came over with the mousse. But instead of setting it in front of her, he sat down and set it in front of him.
His clear blue eyes focused intently on her as he held his hand to her. “Come here, love.”
Confused, she let him take her hand and pull her to him. Then he settled her like she weighed nothing on his lap, her weight mostly on his good leg. She worried about his other leg, but he didn’t seem like it was bothering him at all. His masculine arm slid around her waist. He picked up the spoon and speared the mousse, then held it out to her.
She frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Feeding you before I molest you,” he replied with a grin. “I always keep my promises.”
18
A million thoughts passed over Penny’s face and still Jordan kept that spoon out as he waited patiently. He hadn’t thought about how he knew how to cook in a long time. It was simply a skill his father had taught him for so long. It was a way to impress a woman. He hadn’t even thought about why he had to cook for Penny until that moment when she asked him about his father.
He hadn’t done it to con or impress her. He’d done it because he wanted to feed her. Because he wanted to spend time with her.
Dessert must have won out for her as she leaned forward slightly and took the entire spoonful into her mouth. Those plump, dusty rose lips slid across the surface of the silver spoon. He imagined those lips on his cock, sliding over his skin. He stifled a groan as his cock hardened in his slacks. There was no way she didn’t feel that, though she didn’t make any indication that she had.
Her dark eyes lifted from the spoon to him, with mischief dancing in them. Oh, she did know. She did that on purpose. The little mouse was a vixen on the attack. He took another spoonful and held it out, only centimeters from her mouth. A playful smile lifted the corners of her mouth and she slid her lips around the spoon again.
“Don’t you want to taste?” she asked in a husky voice.
Oh, he wanted to taste. He wanted to bury his face in her sex and not come up for hours. “I’m fine,” he croaked out. Which would have been more convincing if his voice hadn’t cracked.
She slid her finger along the whipped cream on top and brought it to his lips. “I insist.” His pulse raced, arousal burning through his blood as he glanced at her delicate finger covered in whipped cream. She touched his lips. “It’s only fair we share.”
“As you wish,” he murmured as he closed his lips around her finger, sucking away the sweet sugar. As he swirled his tongue around her finger, sucking the sweetness off her skin, she gasped. When he glanced at her, she was biting her lip as her eyes tracked his mouth.
He released her finger with a soft pop and picked up the spoon again. “Dirty trick, Miss Lawson.” She giggled then shifted herself so she straddled his lap. He groaned as her hot center came in contact with his hard-on. “Really dirty.”
She leaned in so she could whisper in his ear. “You know what’s even better?” She chuckled in a low seductive tone. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
The spoon clattered to the floor; his dumb fingers not able to catch it. “Oh, fuck.” He let out a long groan. “I really was trying not to end up fucking you until we were done.”
“Oh, but you fed me, so I suppose it’s time to molest me,” she replied, pressing herself against him. “Or maybe it’s time for me to molest you.”
She dipped her finger in the whipped cream again, but instead of bringing it to her mouth, she slid that finger along his throat. Seconds after, her head dipped and her tongue followed the line her finger had left, licking away the whipped cream. When she lifted her head, that smug smile went straight to his cock.
“Penny,” he breathed, though he was really trying to warn her. His control was razor thin at this point, though it always was when he was this close to her. His entire body shuddered as she repeated the action. “Fuck.”
He swiped a bit of whipped cream and slid his finger along her lips. As soon as he saw her tongue dart out, he sealed his lips over hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth. It tasted of strawberry, chocolate, and whipped cream and it was heavenly.
She moaned against him, her back arching as he pulled her to him. He slid his hands down her thighs and up her skirt, reveling in the softness of her flesh. His hands slid over her ass and he groaned. “You really aren’t wearing underwear.”
If he had two healthy legs, he’d have picked her up and carried her like a caveman into the bedroom, where they’d try every position in the universe imaginable. Instead, he broke the kiss, both of them breathing hard as he stood them both up. He set her on her feet and walked to the fridge.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing at all,” he replied easily as he sifted through the contents until he found the object he wanted. He showed it to her, and she laughed. “Just time to move the party, love.”
“Never figured you to have a whipped cream fetish,” she replied as he limped to her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. Hell, never did he, but he was all about the fun, and this was making them both horny.
He pushed open the door and turned toward her, tossing the whipped cream can on the bed. He dipped to her neck, kissing the smooth expanse of skin down to her collarbone. He kissed along her shoulder as he slipped the straps of her dress off. Then he pulled back to look at her.
Her lips were plump and red from being kissed. Her mouth was slightly parted.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His heart pounded with nerves that flooded his blood. He’d never been like this with a woman before. He’d never tried so hard to make sure she was happy, that she enjoyed herself. He’d never needed to, before. Most women he had been with before were marks and he’d known long before he made a move on them what they liked, what they felt, what they wanted from a man.
None of them were anything like his Penny.
“I’m a little nervous,” he admitted in a hushed whisper.
She bit her lip, which only made his hard-on more unbearable inside his pants.
“Why would you be nervous? This isn’t our first time together.”
No, it wasn’t. But this was different than hurried fingering in a club or fucking a stranger in a hotel room. This… He stepped close to her, sliding his hands around her thin waist. Then followed the curve of her body up to her breasts, but he neatly avoided them, only lighten brushing his thumbs over her nipples as he then slid his hands to her back. “No, but this one counts.”
“Counts?” she asked in a hoarse whisper.
“Yes,” he said as he found the offending zipper. Slowly, he slid it down, tantalizingly slow. Achingly slow. Then the dress fell to the floor, and she was gloriously naked. “We’re both sober. We had a date. We talked before all the sex that’s about to happen.”
“You’re so sure of yourself.”
“That I’m going to have you tonight?” he nodded solemnly as he advanced toward her. His entire body burned for hers. “There won’t be an inch of your body I won’t touch tonight. Either with
my hands, my mouth, or my cock.”
She stepped out of her heels and out of the circle the dress made at her feet. “Are you getting clingy with me?” She stepped back from him, a sultry expression stretching across her face.
Maybe in his past, there had been women that were supposedly more attractive, curvier, or whatever. But in that moment, as his lust turned his body into an inferno, there was no other woman in the world besides his Penny.
~*~*~
Penny’s entire body thrummed with need as she backed away from Jordan. As her knees hit the bed behind her, nearly making her fall to the soft mattress, Jordan’s eyes tracked every movement she made. Those blue eyes were on fire inside, drowning in his need for her and damn if that didn’t give her confidence to have that power over him. Here she was, naked as the day she’d been born, and he was fully dressed, and she knew she was in charge.
“Get on the bed,” he demanded in a low growl. His body was tensed, like he was restraining himself from coming after him.
She smiled and shook her head. “No.”
“Penny.”
“You’re still dressed,” she said.
He swallowed, his palm rubbing over his chest as he stared at her like a dog denied his treat. “I want to make you come. I want to make you scream your pleasure for hours until you’re hoarse.”
Well, look at that. She was definitely on board with that plan. But there was something else she needed. Something she’d been thinking about for a while, in the back of her mind since that first night.
“Strip, Jordan,” she ordered.
God help him, he looked wrecked as he wrenched off his belt, then his pants. His erection tented his boxers as his black silk shirt hung from his massive shoulders. He stopped there as he stalked toward her.
She stopped him as he came toe to toe with her, putting her hand on his chest, feeling the ridges of the scars beneath his shirt, the ones she was fairly sure he didn’t think she knew about. As she reached for the first button, his hand covered hers. “Jordan?”
“I’ll do that,” he whispered. “On the bed.” This time, his words were a request rather than a growl.
“Why don’t you want me to see you?” she asked.
“It’s not pretty,” he said, letting out a shuddered breath. “I don’t want you to be disgusted with me.”
Slowly, she rested her hands on his narrow hips, over his boxers. Then she ran her hands under his shirt, feeling the soft flesh of his sides, then the hard ridges of his abdomen muscles. The whole time, he stood there, so still she wondered if he’d passed out standing up. But when she looked up at him, his eyes were on her, watching her face as her hands slid along his warm flesh.
“Let me touch you,” she begged.
As one of her hands drifted down to his boxers, she pushed them down, away from his erection, letting them fall to the floor, tangling in the brace on his foot with his pants. Then she gripped him, stroking up and down. He dropped his head back and groaned. “Oh, god. Goddamn.”
“Will you?” she asked him quietly.
“You do whatever you want to me, love,” he groaned.
She smirked as she pushed him back a step so she had room to maneuver. Then she knelt before him, giving his cock a long lick on her way down. He muttered something she didn’t catch, but it turned into a loud moan as she took him into her mouth, sucking, licking.
“Oh, god, love,” Jordan groaned. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
She continued, finding that she enjoyed the soft moans he made and the encouraging words he gave her. His erection got harder; his words more fevered. She slid her lips over him again and again, bobbing on his dick like a wanton whore, and she loved every bit of it.
Then she was airborne, and the bed’s pillows and comforter bounced around her. She started to sit up when his weight covered her, his shoulders still covered in that black silk. She grabbed at the buttons and this time, as his lips crashed against hers, he let her unbutton it.
With each loosened button, more of his chest was uncovered. Before when she’d seen it, it had been in the darkness of the hotel room. Now, his bedroom light was on, he had a can of whipped cream in his hand, and his sex was pressed up against hers, all ready to penetrate her body.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard as he gazed down at her. “You don’t play fair.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
“God damn,” he breathed. “How do you do that?”
“Not play fair?”
“No, shine like you do,” he whispered. His expression was one of awe. He kept himself on his straight arms, one on either side of her head. He studied her like he couldn’t figure out all her secrets. “You’re… brilliant. There’s this beautiful glow about you. Like goodness.”
“You say the strangest things,” Penny whispered.
“It’s true,” he insisted. “God, I need you, Penny.”
He slid one hand down her body, teasing her breasts, tweaking her nipples before he bent his head to her breasts. She cried out as his fingers probed her sex and his mouth closed on her breasts. Her nipples had beaded, turned into hard pebbles as he wet his finger in her sex. One finger slid into her core, lazily pumping in and out. He eyed the can he’d brought in, the thing forgotten on the bed next to them.
He grinned at her as he picked it up, not removing his hand from her sex.
She eyed him warily. “And exactly what do you plan to do with that?”
His grin got wider as he replied, “Dessert, of course.” Before she could say a word, he turned the can upside down and depressed the top. A long line of white cream spat out of the thing, coating her breasts, a long line of it from her sternum to her sex. Then he followed the cream with his tongue, licking up every bit of the evidence that had been left by the thing.
She cried out as he sucked the cream off her skin, from the line on her sternum to her breasts, paying extra attention to her stiff nipples. As he laved on her with his tongue, his fingers continued to pump inside her, over and over until she thought she’d explode.
Then his mouth was on her sex, licking that little bundle of nerves to excruciating pleasure. She fisted his hair, pushing his face down into her body. “Oh, fuck, Jordan, yes!”
Then her entire body self-combusted. At least, that was what it felt like. She screamed out his name again, her hands still in his hair. She knew she was probably hurting him with that grip, but she couldn’t make herself let go. He rode her orgasm like a champ, licking, sucking like he was a man starved until she slumped, her arms falling open so she was splayed out like a star.
Jordan moved away from her for a long moment. All she could do was breathe and stare at the ceiling, too completely ravaged by pleasure to move. Then the bed dipped, and he was over her spent body. Instead of fucking her, he bent his elbows so he was balanced on them. His fingers brushed her unruly hair out of the way, and the tender touch of his fingertips along her cheeks, her jawline did her in for sure.
“See, dessert can be fun,” he murmured as he dipped his head to kiss her lips.
She moaned against his velvet lips, even as his scruff scratched her chin. She didn’t care, though. She hadn’t had nearly enough of him as she hitched a leg over one of his, wrapped her arms around his neck. He’d taken off his shirt at some point, which had been what she’d been angling for. Those scars brushed against her hard nipples, her body sensitive and twitchy as hell. They were messy indeed, likely painful when they’d occurred. And he had offered nothing about why they were there or how they got here. For now, that was okay. She hadn’t been completely open with him either. They were entitled to their privacy.
“You keep making those noises and I’m gonna make a big mess,” he murmured as he kissed along her throat.
“Mmm,” she sighed. “I want you to come on me.”
He tensed and then he slid his gaze up to hers, shock coloring those tropical blues. “What?”
“But first, I want you fuck me like you mean i
t,” she demanded.
19
Jordan stared down at the beautiful creature before him, demanding to be fucked. She never ceased to surprise him. One minute, she was boneless, sprawled across his bed, and the next, her legs were wrapped around his waist.
He’d managed to put on a condom when he’d taken the shirt off and put the whipped cream can on the dresser. Letting her see the shit on his chest was far from ideal, but when she’d touched him earlier, there had been no recoil, no disgust. Maybe she’d been too far gone with pleasure to notice it?
She arched her back, tossing her head against the pillows as he stroked himself against her wet heat. But with her eyes still closed, the panic set in. What if she opened her eyes and saw his chest while he was inside her? What if he scared her with it? He swallowed and then in one smooth move, he flipped her to her stomach, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her up to her knees.
“Jordan…” she moaned. He slid the tip of his dick along her wet flesh, teasing her and reveling in the warmth as the tip sunk into her sex. “More.”
“What’s that?” he whispered.
“Give me more, Jordan. Fuck me.”
He sunk deeper, trying to go slow so he didn’t overwhelm them both, but Penny had her own ideas. She pushed back against him and his cock sunk deep into her body in one slice of pleasure. They both groaned and he grabbed hold of her hips, holding her still as he bottomed out in her. He fought the tremble of sexual anticipation.
His body shook with the sheer willpower it took to hold still and not come like a sixteen-year-old seconds after entering her body. Just as he thought it safe to move, she contracted the walls of her sex. He inhaled sharply and let out a hiss of pleasure. “Love, that’s… I’m not going to last too long if you do that.”
She chuckled in that oh-so-sexy way of hers and glanced back at him over her shoulder. He hauled her into his arms so her back was against his chest, but he was still buried inside her. The new angle made him groan louder. She tilted her head back so she could whisper into his ear. “Maybe that’s what I really want. For you to come just from being inside me.”