With unsteady fingers, I made it down to her belly button.
My cock got impossibly harder as I stared at the sliver of pale skin. All I needed to do was push the material to the side and I would finally see her breasts. Sensing my hesitation, Mackenna sat up a little and shrugged it off her shoulders, slipping her arms out.
As she reclined onto the pillows, I swallowed hard at the sight of her.
Topless.
Submissive.
Innocent.
Trusting. For some reason, the fact that she trusted me turned me on more than her nudity. And it was a great sight.
Pink nipples stood out against pale skin—the same pink as her lips. My eyes followed the swell of her tits, down her flat stomach, to the curve of her hips.
The rest of her was hidden by the pajamas.
I needed to change that.
But first, I cupped both breasts, loving the way they filled my hands. Using my thumbs, I circled her stiff peaks.
At the sound of her tiny gasp, I glanced up to find her heavy-lidded eyes staring at the way my hands held her tits.
Without looking away from her face, I slid my palms down, gathering the black and white material along the way. I tugged it off and by the time I made it to her ankles, the shaking in my hands intensified along with the throbbing in my dick.
Tossing the outfit behind me, my eyes roamed her body.
She had faint tan lines from our time painting together, and I traced the outlines around her upper thigh with my fingertip. My hand was just inches away from her pussy. There was a small patch of hair at the apex of her thighs, and if she spread her legs I’d get to see everything.
“What do you want now?” I asked huskily.
Her head tilted to the side. “You’re letting me call the shots?”
“Yep,” I told her before my hand fell away from her leg.
“Okay, um—” She paused awkwardly, and I knew giving these orders was a completely new experience for her. “Take off your shorts. And those hot as fuck undies, too.”
Smirking, I stood up and I hooked my thumbs under the waistband. My erection bobbed impatiently in front of me as I pushed off my clothes.
The way Mackenna looked at my dick was a mixture of impressed and apprehensive. Mouth gaping, she sat up to get a closer look. My cock twitched at the way her tits swayed when she leaned forward.
“It doesn’t bite,” I joked.
“Are you sure?” Her eyes flitted up to my face and she started to ramble. “One year my mom got these, like, hybrid cucumbers for her garden. They were ginormous, and she even won some pickle contest with her garden club.” Her eyes fell back down to my dick. “You’re bigger than her prize-winning mutant pickle.”
I laughed so hard I had to sit down. Mackenna laughed, too, and she rested her forehead between my shoulder blades. Never in my life had I lost my shit—buck naked—with a hot girl, but that’s how things were with Mackenna. Sexy one minute, hilarious the next.
And I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Turning slightly, I cupped her face. “You’re awesome, you know that?”
“Did I ruin the mood?”
“You wanna see for yourself?” I glanced down.
Lust filled her eyes and her smiled faded. “Yes.”
Jimmy shifted as he sat on the side of my bed and my gaze fell to his erection. His massive erection. It was thick, straight, and long. The barbell piercing just below the tip matched the ones in his nipples.
“You need to tell me what to do,” he said, drawing my attention up to his face. “You call the shots, remember?”
I nodded, eager to have free rein over his body. “Lie down on the bed.”
He did as I said, and his heavy dick rested against his stomach. When I wrapped my hand around it, he let out a quiet hiss. I was transfixed by the velvety softness of it.
But feeling it with my hand wasn’t enough.
Crawling up Jimmy’s body, I straddled him, and I didn’t hesitate as I started rubbing myself on his smooth shaft. My wetness coated his length, making it extra slick.
I moved my hips over him, loving the slide of skin on skin. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
With every pass, my sensitive sex hit every ridge of his cock, and that piercing under his thick head rubbed my clit just right.
My body quivered, a familiar tension building in my core. Needing something to hold on to, my hands landed on Jimmy’s chest and my fingernails dug into his skin.
He let out a sexy growl. “Fuck, babe. I could get off this way.”
“So could I.” I gasped when his hips started moving with mine. “But I want the real thing.”
He froze. “I don’t have a condom.”
“What?” I asked, shocked. “How do you not have condoms?”
“Uh…” He let out a laugh. “I kinda didn’t plan on this happening today. Or any time soon, actually. Remember how I told you I wasn’t into casual sex anymore? Well, I meant it.”
“But this isn’t casual, is it?” As I asked the question, I wasn’t sure what I wanted the answer to be. This arrangement may have started because I wanted to be friends with benefits, but somewhere along the way my feelings for Jimmy had become stronger than that.
His green eyes burned into mine when he said, “No, it’s not.”
“Have you been tested?” I asked, nibbling at my lip.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “And I’ve never gone without a condom.”
“Can you pull out?” I suggested, desperate to feel him inside me.
“Yeah, I can do that. You trust me?”
“Yes.” I let out a relieved sigh.
The truth was that I did trust him. In the past few weeks, Jimmy had shown me over and over what it meant to be respected and cared for. He’d also shown me what it was like to want to have sex so badly I couldn’t see straight.
“How do you want it?” he asked, his hands sliding up my thighs to my stomach.
“I want you on top.”
His hands halted. “Are you sure?”
Nodding, I swung my leg over so I was kneeling next to him. He sat up and cupped my face, running his thumb over my dimple.
“You call the shots,” he whispered again.
Grabbing his shoulders, I brought him on top of me as I fell back onto the pillows, and he positioned himself between my thighs.
With his arms on either side of my head, his large frame bracketed me in. The tip of his cock was poised at my entrance.
There was no panic. No fear. No anxiety. Just his warmth surrounding me, the weight of his body over mine feeling like a security blanket.
“Okay. Are you ready?” he asked, his voice raspy.
Making some sound of agreement, I spread my legs wider. I felt delicious pressure as his head slipped inside.
And when he started gently pumping his hips, my mouth fell open at the way he stretched me, the way that piercing rubbed against my inner walls.
He was barely inside and it felt so good already.
Dipping his head toward mine, Jimmy kissed me slowly as his body stilled. I noticed his shoulders were trembling.
“You’re shaking,” I whispered, running my hands up and down his muscular back.
He huffed out a laugh. “I’m trying really hard not to bury myself in you right now.”
“Do it,” I begged.
“Gotta go slow.” His voice was strained. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
Wiggling my hips, I encouraged him to sink into me, to quell the ache in my center.
With a deep groan, he moved his hips forward, slipping in a fraction more. Slowly inching deeper. Looking down at where we were joined, I noticed he was only about halfway in.
“Holy shit, Jimmy.”
I reached between us to feel his cock. My fingers explored the length that was still exposed. Curiously, I circled the place where he filled me, feeling the wetness there, marveling at the way part of his body disappeared into mine.
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Jimmy patiently waited for me to be done with my assessment. When I glanced back up him, his eyes held so much tenderness.
“Okay?” he asked quietly.
I nodded. “Okay.”
He smirked. “Gimme a minute, and you’re gonna be saying words a lot better than okay.”
“You’re such a cocky ahh—” My insult was cut off when he pushed all the way in, filling me in ways that had never been done before.
The throbbing I felt turned into a new kind of pain. A good pain.
Jimmy held himself there, unmoving.
“Fuuuuck.” He dropped his forehead to mine, his breathing ragged. “Am I hurting you?”
I let out whimper as my body got used to his size.
“It does hurt,” I admitted. “But it feels really good, too.”
“Good,” he grunted. “Because you feel amazing.”
A bit of self-consciousness seeped in. Jimmy said I was in charge, but there was one problem with that.
“I don’t know what to do next,” I confessed in a whisper.
“You don’t have to do anything,” he told me. “Just let me show you how good it can be. Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like. Keep your eyes open. Watch me. It’s just me.”
“I’ll always know it’s you,” I responded, rubbing my thumb over his bottom lip.
Mouth parting, Jimmy sucked in a breath as he looked down at me with an indescribable expression. Something close to awe. Then his tongue slipped out and licked the tip of my thumb.
I surrendered to him, putting my hands up by my head on the pillow. He kissed the corner of my mouth, before linking his hands with mine.
We were as connected as two people could be, but for some reason it didn’t feel like enough. I wanted more.
I greedily squeezed his hands as I rocked my body under his. Jimmy’s responding groan was my reward.
“You love to make me lose control, don’t you,” he accused, his lips brushing against mine with every word.
Nodding, I smiled against his mouth.
Then he began to move.
His tongue stroked against mine in time with the gentle rhythm of his hips. I let out a long, shuddering moan.
I never thought I would describe sex as magical, but that’s what this was. Pure magic.
Sex with Jimmy was an out-of-body experience. I could almost see myself there, pinned beneath his weight, his body like a shelter to my storm. Thoughts of lurking dangers and fears of intimacy scattered like those coins in Beverly’s kitchen the day we met.
Only, I didn’t need to pick up these pieces; I didn’t want them back.
Instead, I let Jimmy replace the vacant space with something that felt a lot like love.
With every thrust, he filled me up, hitting some spot deep inside of me. Every push and pull of his cock ignited nerve endings I didn’t even know I had. The barbell dragged over my inner walls, massaging places I never would’ve been able to reach with my own fingers.
My already-wet center gushed around him, making the slide of skin on skin slicker. Smoother. Even better.
His lips grazed over mine—not quite a kiss—and I caught his lip between my teeth and tugged. He moaned as the motion of his hips faltered.
“You feel so fucking good.” His voice was shaky. “So. Fucking. Good.” Punctuating each word with a thrust, he buried himself deeper.
I tried to keep my eyes open to watch him, but sensation won out and I gave in to it.
I’d never felt more safe in my life than I did right now. Right here. With Jimmy.
Which meant I wasn’t damaged beyond repair. For a long time, I feared that I would never be able to truly enjoy sex. The immense relief over the realization that I wasn’t broken made me emotional.
Much to my horror, I started to cry.
Tears streamed from my eyes, sliding down my temples into my hair. I gasped out a sob, which turned into a hiccup.
“Mack?” Jimmy asked, slowing to a stop. “Shit. I’m sorry, baby.”
His hands left mine and I grabbed his shoulders to keep him from pulling away. “Don’t. Please don’t go. I’m not crying because I’m upset.”
His face softened because he understood what I meant. “You don’t want to stop?”
Shaking my head, I suppressed another hiccup. “No. It feels really good.”
“Better than okay?” he grinned.
I grinned back through watery eyes. “Way better. Sorry I’m such a mess.”
“You’re perfect. Hiccups and all.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Tell me what to do now.”
From the slightly pained expression on Jimmy’s face, I could see how hard he was trying to restrain himself while he waited for my command.
“Don’t hold back,” I demanded.
Bracing one hand on the headboard above me, he nodded his agreement.
Then he really let me have it—the uninhibited Jimmy.
His lips went to mine and his tongue fucked my mouth in time with hard, deep thrusts. A surprised shout left me at the power of it.
He didn’t let up this time, didn’t hold anything back as he pounded into me over and over again. The sensations were so intense I squirmed, almost trying to get away from it. But if I moved, he moved with me. If I shifted away, he followed.
He was relentless, in the best way possible.
His hand snaked between us and he put pressure on my clit with the pad of his thumb. Sweat slicked our bodies and I couldn’t tell if it was his or mine. Didn’t matter.
I felt something winding up in my center, building, tightening. My legs began to shake. My hands clawed at the sheets. My breaths came out in a series of staggered pants and whimpers.
Heat flooded my cheeks. Not a flush of embarrassment. I was aroused. Needy. So close to getting off.
“Jimmy,” I moaned. “It’s happening.”
He groaned and pushed deeper. “Let me have it, baby.”
His hand went to my hip, anchoring me to the bed as I thrashed under him.
I imagined his cum shooting off inside me, filling me with warmth. I knew it wasn’t rational or responsible, but it turned me on.
I cried out as tremors wracked my body, and I gripped his cock in an orgasm so strong my vision became spotty. I was slightly aware of how loud I was being, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
As the blinding spasms tapered off to erratic flutters, my body went limp and I let out one more moan.
Jimmy gave two more hard thrusts before pulling out.
With a throaty groan, he stroked his dick, spilling jets of cum onto my stomach. Watching him jack himself off made my core clench with another mini-orgasm.
A stillness came over the room, the only sound our ragged panting and pounding hearts.
Our eyes locked.
Both of us wore goofy smiles as Jimmy rested his forehead against mine and we tried to catch our breath. When he leaned over the side of the bed, he came back with his T-shirt and used it to wipe off my belly.
Once I was cleaned up, he tossed it to the floor and fell next to me. “Holy fucking fuck.”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed, still breathless.
Wrapping an arm around my middle, he pulled me flush against his body, then rested his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair as my pulse slowed.
It was a peaceful moment. The most peaceful moment I’d had in years. It was strange how sex—such a mature act—could make me feel innocent again, but it did.
A crack inside my heart had been healed.
At the beginning of the summer I thought I knew what home and happiness felt like, but I was wrong.
Jimmy felt like home now.
And as scary as that realization was, I pushed all fear away because uncertainty didn’t belong here tonight.
Even if this happiness was a temporary reprieve from my solitary existence, I would revel in it for as long as possible.
Loss of sleep had my feet dragging on the walk to work the next day, but
I had zero fucks to give. The bright blue sky and the crisp morning air perfectly reflected my sunny mood.
Last night was the best night of my life.
I’d suffered a lot of hangovers in the past, but none of them were worth it. The high of a great party always came with a low the following day.
Regret. Remorse. Repeat.
But the high of being with Mackenna? It stayed with me and gave me something to look forward to.
I couldn’t wait to see her tonight.
But for now, I had something else to look forward to. Truck driving.
As I approached the shop, I saw the rig sitting out front. Without the trailer attached, it looked a lot smaller. Travis was wiping down the shiny red exterior of the driver’s side, right over the black and white company logo on the door.
Hank and Sons Transport.
Travis finished up just as I made it to the garage. He eyed my coveralls. “You got clothes on under there?”
“Jeans and a T-shirt,” I replied. “Why?”
“You don’t need to wear the uniform on the haul. Gets hot in the truck sometimes. You can hang it up in the office. That’s where we keep the extras.”
Unzipping the front, I shrugged out of the material, then went into the office. Hank was there, punching some numbers into a calculator.
“Where should I put this?” I held up the coveralls.
“Any hook on the wall over there will do.”
I hung it up in between spares belonging to Colton and Hank.
“When you come back tonight—” Hank reached under his desk and slid out a square cardboard box. “—you can use this one from now on.”
When he opened the lid, he pulled out a pair of identical coveralls—all except for the nametag. I swallowed hard at the sight of the embroidery over the left breast pocket.
Jimmy.
I coughed and tried to man up because I wasn’t about to get misty over a damn nametag.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I told him, running my finger over the lettering. “Don’t get me wrong. This means a lot to me, but I hate to make you invest in this when I’m not here for very long.”
Waving his hand, he made a dismissive sound. “You deserve to have one of your own, even if you’re not in it for the long haul. Plus, you’ve been doing one hell of a job. You’ve shouldered a lot of the responsibilities around here. Made my life easier. I’m proud of you, son.”
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