by Nicole James
“Gonna take my time. Told you that. And you’re gonna let me.” His eyes lifted to gaze up her body to her face as she lifted her head off the pillow to look down at him. Her breathing was coming fast and hard, almost panting, and he watched her ribcage and breasts rise and fall. “This corset too tight, baby? Can you breathe?”
“Its fine,” she panted.
He grinned, knowing then that it was him making her pant. His mouth dropped down to her again, this time more than just a tease. She smelled so goddamn sweet and she tasted even better. His mouth moved over her again and again until she was thrashing. He built her toward an orgasm, giving her no respite until she crashed over, clutching him and moaning.
When she settled, he slid his muscled body up over her and brushed the hair back from her forehead. “Christ, baby. Gotta stay quiet or you’ll wake Jessie.”
She slapped her hand over her mouth, looking embarrassed and he grinned down at her. “Gonna have to keep that mouth busy, I see,” he teased and then his mouth came down on hers. He rolled until he was on his back and she was straddling his hips, her knees tucked to his ribs. He ran his hands over her stockings, loving the feeling of the silk encased thighs. His hands trailed up to the garter straps. “Never had a woman dress up for me like this. Gotta say, I like it.”
“Really? Never?”
“Nope. Right now, I’m seriously thinking about opening a charge card at whatever store you bought this from.”
She grinned down at him and ran her hands over his chest, down to his abdominals and then lower, to his cock thrusting out toward her. She stroked it, and his eyes slid half closed as he groaned. His arm moved to the nightstand and he grabbed a condom. “Know we kinda screwed up the other night, not using one of these. Sorry about that.”
She swallowed.
“You’re gonna tell me if something comes of that.” It wasn’t a question.
She nodded.
He tore the package open and rolled it on.
“Climb on,” he ordered, his hands tightening at her waist, lifting her. She rose up on her knees and slid him inside. Their eyes held as she lowered slowly onto him. “Christ, baby. So fucking sweet.” One of his hands slid to the side of her neck, his thumb on her jaw, his fingers threaded in the hair behind her ear. He watched her eyes slide closed as she turned into his touch like a cat rubbing against him.
His jaw clenched and his fingers tightened on her scalp. His other hand moved between her legs, his thumb stroking over her. “Ride me,” he commanded her, his hips thrusting up. Her eyes came open to half-lidded and he thought that looked sexy as fuck. “Summer,” he growled in a warning tone, his hips bucking again. She complied, undulating on top of him slowly, slowly.
He growled again, his hand tightening on her neck. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
Her hands fell to his chest as she leaned forward and began to move quicker, rocking against him. His thumb stroked, matching her tempo until she was panting again. “I want you to come for me, baby. Want to feel you let go with me inside you.”
Her rocking became more frantic, until he could hear the bed creaking. He reached over and flipped his stereo on, hoping that would drown out the sound. Praying Jessie couldn’t hear it with the bathroom between their rooms. But to tell the truth, at this point, he didn’t give a fuck.
“Grab the headboard, baby,” he ordered.
She did as he told her, and then she really started to move, arching down over him, her arms stretched above him. He arched up and his mouth clamped on one nipple, sucking deep. She threw her head back and bucked once, twice, and then she went solid for a moment, groaning. He tugged rhythmically on her nipple a few times and she undulated as the reaction rippled through her. Then she was melting down against him and he cradled her in his arms.
He kissed her neck, her ear, and whispered, “We’re not finished, sweetheart.”
She moaned and he grinned against her neck and thrust up into her, his cock still rock solid. Then he rolled, taking her to her back. He lifted up on his arms, and brushed the hair back from her face. His eyes moved over her. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He brushed a kiss on her lips and then threaded his fingers with hers and pinned her hands to the pillow next to her head. And then he began thrusting into her, his eyes never leaving hers. He pounded into her and she urged him on.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he growled, surging into her again and again. She did as he bade, her silk stockings rubbing against his hips and ass. “Fuck, I love those stockings.”
He arched up and dropped his head, his gaze moving down over her body, taking it all in. “Love those garters, too. Love the way they frame your pussy. Exposing all the good parts.”
She moaned and his head came up, his eyes searching hers. “You like that. You like me telling you that.” He grinned and bent his head to her ear. “I can talk dirty to you. Fuckin’ love that you like that, babe.”
He surged into her with a renewed tempo, pulling up slightly to watch the expressions cross her face. Her mouth parted and her eyes closed. His gaze fell to her chest, her cleavage bouncing with every thrust as he rocked against her. His biceps strained as he held his weight off her. “Tilt your hips, sweetheart. Want to go deeper,” he growled.
She complied, moaning as he moved in, angling to drive deep. He held her hands tight to the bed as he pounded into her until finally he went solid and shuddered, groaning. His arms folded as his chest and body came down on top of her. Breathing hard, he released her hands. Going up on his elbows, he slid his fingers into her hair and tilted her face up, kissing her softly, between each raggedly indrawn breath. “So sweet, so goddamn sweet.”
*****
Jessie crept across the yard and was almost to Cary’s front porch when she saw the flare of a cigarette. She came up short, startled. Then she watched the cigarette’s burning ember tip sail over the railing and a dark shadow of a man rise from the rocking chair. He moved the two strides it took him to get to the steps, and then he was pulling her up them. He tossed her up, her thighs coming around his hips. His chest was bare, and she could feel his rock hard muscles close around her. His mouth came down on her, and he carried her inside. Kicking the door shut with his foot, he slammed her against the wall, his hands on her ass, his mouth ravaging hers.
She heard him groan, and then he broke the kiss to growl, “You tease the tiger, you better be prepared to play rough, baby-doll.” Then they were moving again, and he was carrying her through the house to his bedroom. He took them down, her on her back, pinning her to the bed.
She was just as frantic as he was, clutching at him, kissing his jaw, his throat, his chest.
His hand moved to cup her face. “You sure about this, Jess? You’re not tender?”
“Maybe a little, but I don’t care.”
“Baby-”
She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her breast, watching his eyes fall to it. His hand clenched instinctively, kneading the softness. She watched his eyes move over her, taking in the pajama shorts that rode low on her hips, exposing her belly and the matching spaghetti-strap tank that hugged her breasts. She saw the heat flame in his eyes. And then his hand moved from her breasts, drawn to the soft belly exposed to his touch.
“Fuck, baby. Your skin’s so soft.” His hand slid up, under the hem, and he slid down, his mouth pressing kisses on her belly.
She loved the way he touched her, but suddenly she wanted her turn to play. She rolled, pushing him to his back, and her mouth came down on his belly. She heard the hiss of his intake of breath, and his hands gently glided over the hair on her head. She trailed a path of kisses lower to his belly button and down, her hand reaching for the fastening of his jeans. She found the top button was already undone, so she moved to the zipper. Spreading his fly apart, she pulled his cock out, and her eyes met his as he looked down his chest at her. Then her tongue slid out and licked him from bottom to top.
His hands fisted in her hair, and he hissed, “Christ, Jess.”
En
couraged, she closed her mouth around him and watched as his head fell back against the bed, the muscles in his arms solid as he fought to keep from pulling her against him. He groaned as she sank on him. “Sweet Jesus, you’re a fast learner, sweetheart.”
*****
Steve rolled Summer to her stomach and putting a hand under her, he pulled her up to her hands and knees. He moved behind her, his knees spreading hers apart on the bed, then he pulled her upright, his hands running over her corset and breasts. One arm wrapped tight around her waist, his forearm locking solid and pulling her back against him. “Put your arms around my neck.”
She lifted her arms, circling them around his neck and turning her face to nuzzle his throat. He dipped his head, giving her the access she sought and pressing a trail of kisses along her shoulder. His other arm came around her, his hand stroking along her stocking and then tracing the edge until his fingers were between her spread thighs, stroking her. “You’re wet again. You ready for me so soon, baby?” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded into the curve of his throat. “Yes, honey.” She arched her body, the curve of her ass rubbing back against him. Begging with her body for him again.
“Want you to come again, before I take you once more.” His fingers moved, stroking. He felt her thighs try to clamp together trying to gain firmer contact with his hand. He held them apart with his knees and his forearm tightened around her ribs. She bucked as his fingers teased her. “You like that, baby, huh?”
“God, yes. Yes.”
“Show me how much,” he growled in her ear. She clenched her hands around his neck, straining toward his touch, rocking against him. His arm around her waist moved up across her breasts, and his hand clamped on her throat, pushing her jaw up as his mouth came down on hers. He held her tight as he brought her to climax, swallowing her moan as she bucked and then melted back against him. He took her in his arms supporting her weight until she settled. Then he whispered in her ear. “Down on your knees, chest to the bed, baby. Gonna take you now.”
She lowered to her hands and knees, and he pressed his palm between her shoulder blades. “Down to the bed, baby. Ass in the air.” She complied, and he leaned over her, grabbing another condom off the nightstand. He tore it open, and put it on. His hands moved over her thighs. and he slipped a forefinger under each garter strap and snapped them. She jumped, and he chuckled, “Damn, baby. Those are so sexy.”
“Glad you like them, honey,” she murmured, twisting her head to look at him over her shoulder.
He grinned, and his hands clamped over her hipbones, and he thrust into her in one surging stroke. He slid out and rammed back in.
She groaned.
“You like that, sweetheart?” he asked and did it again.
“Yes. Harder.”
He slid out and slammed back in. “Whatever the lady wants.”
*****
Cary moved over Jessie, gliding in and out, trying to be gentle.
“Cary, please,” she pleaded.
“Please what?”
“I…I don’t know, I just need…”
“What do you need, Jess? Tell me.” He continued gliding in and out.
“More.”
“More?” he asked, his eyes searching hers. “You mean harder?” He slid out and slammed back in.
“Yes, I guess.”
“You guess?” He grinned.
“Where’s that tiger you said I awakened?”
“You want it a little rough, baby? You sure you’re ready for that?”
“I don’t know. I think so.”
He grinned and kissed her. “You tell me to stop if it’s too much, yeah?”
She nodded.
He pulled out and moved to the end of the bed. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge. She gasped as she slid across the sheets. Then he grabbed her up and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips to the edge of the mattress and wedging her legs apart with his knees. He leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back. He slid an arm under her hips yanking her back against him as he thrust into her. His mouth came to her ear. “You know what those texts of yours did to me?” he asked slamming into her. “Huh? Do you?”
“No, Cary. Tell me,” she gasped.
“Tellin’ me you were gonna torture me.” He slammed into her. “If I was good.” He slammed into her again. “This good, Jess, huh?” His hand slid between her legs, stroking her.
“Hmm, Cary. That feels so good.”
“Yeah? How good, baby? Want to hear you tell me.”
“Great. Better than great.”
He nuzzled her ear. “As good as your mouth felt on my cock?”
“Cary…please.”
He pulled out and yanked her up to her feet, then he grabbed her waist and tossed her onto her back on the bed. He came down on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the bed. “Can you still handle the tiger, baby-doll?”
“Yes.”
His hands released hers, and his arms moved to hook her behind her knees. He pulled up, pushing her back against the bed, pinning her, and then he plunged into her again. “Done playin’, Jess.”
She reached up, took his face in her palms, and pulled him down, lifting her head to kiss him. He groaned into her mouth and rocked against her, increasing his tempo until sweat was glistening on him, and he was breathing hard. His eyes locked with hers and he thrust in one last glide and went solid. “Jess,” he groaned, collapsing against her.
*****
Steve pulled Summer closer against him, his arms wrapping around her. She snuggled closer, her head resting on his chest as he lay on his back. He idly stroked his fingertips up and down her back. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Meant what I said, earlier,” he murmured into her hair.
“About opening a charge card?” she teased, smiling into his chest, and pressing a kiss there.
He chuckled, his chest rumbling under her. “That, too. But I was talking about you letting me know if something comes of us not using a condom that first time.”
“Oh.”
He twisted his head to look down at her and tugged on her hair to get her to tip her head back and look at him. “Other than pregnancy, you got nothin’ to worry about sweetheart. I swear.”
“Okay. You don’t either.”
He grinned. “Good to know. Not that I was worried.”
“If there’s a baby…”
“You’ll tell me. You will not hide that shit from me, understand?”
She nodded.
“We’ll deal with it.”
“Deal with it?”
“Hey?” He turned on his side, taking her face in his hand. “I didn’t mean it like that. A baby is always a good thing, no matter how it comes about. So, get that shit out of your head.”
“Okay.”
He searched her eyes. “Let’s lighten the mood.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Just want to say again, I really appreciated that gift you got me.” He grinned at her, his hand sliding down over her naked body.
She smiled. “You’re welcome.”
“I’m gonna have to think up some way to return the favor.”
“I think you did that already.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure? I could take care of you again, if you need. You just say the word.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He grinned. “Hey?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks for everything you did for Jessie. It meant a lot that she had another woman to help her with all that shit.”
“All that shit?”
“Girlie-shit. You know what I mean.”
She grinned. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”
He ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek, and her smile faded. “She’s not the only one that likes having you around, Summer.”
“Good to know,” she smiled.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked, getting serious.
; She searched his eyes. “Alright.”
“Don’t know if you want me bringin’ her up, especially not here and now, but I think it’s important you know.”
“What?”
“You’re the first woman I’ve had in this bed since Rita.”
“You mean you haven’t-”
He shook his head. “Not sayin’ there haven’t been women. There have. Not a lot. A few. But never here. Never in this bed.”
“Steve-”
“Not tryin’ to put anything heavy on you. Not sure how you feel. Just wanted you to know I don’t take this lightly. I’m not just playing with you.”
She laid her head on his chest and slipped her arm around his abs, holding him tight.
He kissed the top of her head. “Sleep, baby.”
Chapter Fourteen
It was Saturday afternoon the following week, and Steve, Summer and Pop were headed in Steve’s pickup truck to town for the annual fall festival called Harvest Fest. Cary and Jessie were following behind in his pickup.
Cary looked over at Jessie. She was looking out her window. He slid his hand across the bench seat and took her hand in his, lacing their fingers. She turned, looked at him and smiled. He would have pulled her across the seat to sit next to him, but they were within sight of Steve’s truck. They had to be content holding hands. “You look real pretty tonight, Jessie.” He lifted their hands, kissing the back of hers.
She smiled at him, her chin tilting up. “Thank you.”
He returned their hands to the seat, and his eyes slid down over her. The hot-pink strapless sundress looked beautiful against her long dark hair and tanned skin. It fit like a glove and came to just above her knees. Of course, sitting in the truck, the hem was hiked up to somewhere mid-thigh, and Cary was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. He couldn’t believe her father had let her leave the house dressed like that. Of course, his eyes had been on the pretty little dress Summer had come out in, so he may not have even noticed what Jessie had on. At least she’d brought along a demure little sweater to cover up her bare shoulders. Now Cary just had to try to get her to put it on later. “The boys sure are going to be circling you tonight…like bees to honey.”