Happy Crazy Love Boxed Set

by Melanie Harlow

  But it wasn’t only his hands I wanted. I had to get him undressed—how the hell did he keep distracting me?

  I went to work on his shirt buttons again as his mouth slanted over mine, his fingers stroking my clit. But seconds later my hands went still as he penetrated me with one fingertip. I moved my hips, trying to get him to give me more, but instead of pushing deeper, he rubbed the silky wetness over my clit in firm little circles, his other hand sliding up the back of my neck and then fisting in my hair.

  As he tightened his grip, sharp needles of pain prickled across my scalp, in perfect contrast to the pleasure he wrought between my legs. He slid two fingers all the way inside me, slowly, easily. My hands curled into claws, grasping the front of his shirt.

  He began to whisper against my mouth. “There are so many things I want to do to you. I want to make you come just like this, with only my hand.”

  “Yes…” On tiptoe, I rode his hand as pent-up desire billowed inside me, desperate to break free. I was so close already—

  “Levi,” I said softly, part cry, part plea. How pathetic was it that I was about to come already? I hadn’t even gotten his shirt off! But it wasn’t my fault—he knew just how to touch me, just what to say, just how to work his hands and lips and tongue on my skin…it wasn’t like a first time at all.

  “Then I want you on that bed so I can get my mouth on you.” He kissed me again, lazily, luxuriously, his tongue stroking mine, and I thought about that talented tongue on other parts of my body. His fingers worked faster, and I closed my eyes, giving in to it, to him. My legs tensed up, my fists tight in his shirt. “And then I want my cock inside you,” he whispered. “I want it all.”

  I moaned as his mouth moved down my neck. “Levi. You are gonna make me come, just like this, yes, yes, yes…” My entire body shook as the orgasm peaked, and he plunged his fingers even deeper, my insides contracting around them.

  Just as my legs buckled, he caught me behind the knees and under my arms, swinging me onto the bed. I propped myself up on my elbows, breathing hard as I watched his hands finish off the buttons on his shirt and shrug it off. My toes wiggled and my stomach jumped as he whipped his t-shirt over his head.

  Oh God, God, I loved that he had a real man’s body, and I don’t mean ultra-ripped like a bodybuilder’s, or groomed to perfection like an actor’s, or glossy and flawless like a magazine spread. I mean real, with meat on his bones and hair on his chest and a scar on one side of his stomach. I wanted to explore every inch of that body with my hands and lips and tongue. How much time did we have left?

  He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and took a condom from it, tossing it onto the bed. Then he removed the rest of his clothes and stretched out above me, and I ran my hands all over his hot bare skin. He crushed his lips to mine, his hips settling between my thighs. I felt his long, thick cock between us and put my hands on his muscular ass, pulling him closer.

  “Tell me we can do this again,” he said, his mouth hot on my skin as he kissed his way down my body. “I’ll never get enough tonight.”

  “We can do this again.” I arched my back and threaded my fingers in his hair as he took one hard, tingling nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. “And again, and again, and again.”

  “Promise?” One hand snuck between my legs, where I was wet and warm and aching for him.

  “I promise. Oh God, Levi. I want you so badly.” He was moving lower on my body, kissing my belly button, pressing my thighs apart. I braced myself up on my elbows again. “No, stop! You don’t have to do that. You already made me come once, and we don’t have time to fool around.”

  “Jillian.” He looked up at me from between my legs, his expression serious. “Do I look like a man who’s fooling around?”

  “No, but—”

  “Good. Because it so happens that I am taking this very…” He kissed the inside of one thigh. “Very…” His teeth grazed the other one. “Seriously.” He lowered his head, and I felt the whisper of his beard against soft, sensitive skin.

  “But Levi, if you want to—”

  He looked up at me again. “The only thing I want to do right now is make you come with my tongue. Are you telling me you don’t want that?” He cocked one eyebrow, and I gave him a helpless expression.

  “I do, of course I do, but that’s, like, another thing for me, and—”

  “It’s not, though. It’s not for you at all, so you can just fuck right off while I do this for me.”

  Smiling, I dropped my head onto the pillow, jumping when his tongue swept up my silky wet seam, the hot pleasure of it shocking me. “Oh, God…that feels…too good to…argue with you.”

  He laughed as he did it again, a low rumble from the back of his throat. Then he did it a third time, one long slow sweep, making my limbs tremble, finally lingering at the top and stroking my clit with the soft, flat side of his tongue before circling it with the firm tip. “You should never argue with me when I want this, Jillian, even if I want it all the time because you taste…so…fucking…good.” He paused between words to lick and suck and nibble and tease, and any thought of protest disappeared entirely as he ignited the fire inside me again, my lower body tensing up with every passing minute.

  I saw red behind my closed eyes. “Levi—I’m gonna come again,” I whispered.

  “Fuck yes, you are. I want to feel it, right here…” He slid those long fingers deep inside me again, pressing a certain spot that had me lifting my hips off the bed, desperate for more. “And right here.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I grabbed his head, holding him against me as I rocked my hips. Feeling his mouth on me was hot enough, but the second I looked down and saw his face buried in my pussy like he’d never get enough, I exploded, my head dropping back, my back arching off the bed, my mouth wide open in a silent scream, my toes pointing.

  One long, low moan escaped him as my body shuddered and pulsed against his tongue and around his fingers. When the tremors finally abated, he took his mouth off me and crawled slowly up my body.

  “You’re amazing,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to grab him under the arms and pull him up faster. “But I’m greedy. I still want more.”

  “Yeah?” Getting to his knees, he picked up the condom from the bed, tore it open, and rolled it on. “What do you want now?”

  My core muscles clenched, aching and empty, at the sight of his thick, hard length. “I want to feel you. Every inch of you. Deep.”

  He braced himself over me with one arm and positioned his cock between my legs, torturing me with just the tip. “Every inch? You’ve got me so fucking hard right now, I’m not sure your sweet little body can take me that deep.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. “Try me.”

  He gave me a few more inches, a smile teasing his lips. “How’s that?”

  “Deeper.”

  He gave me a couple more. “How about here?”

  Even though it felt like that was all I could take, I opened my knees wider, tried to scoot down beneath him. “Deeper, Levi. I want it to hurt.”

  “Oh fuck.” Suddenly he slammed into me so deep and hard my eyes rolled back in my head and my feet dropped to the bed, my body fighting against the sharp twinge of pain. But he stayed there, buried to the hilt, his lips near my ear. “You shouldn’t say that to me. I’ll lose control.”

  “I want you to.” Pushing past the discomfort, I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his ass, words tumbling from my mouth in shameless abandon as he began to move inside me. “I want you to lose control. I want you to fuck me like you can’t hold back.”

  “Jesus Christ,” he growled, taking my head in his hands and grabbing two fistfuls of hair as he drove into me. “That gorgeous mouth, saying those filthy words. You’re making me crazy.”

  “Good.” I dug my nails into his flesh, daring him to lose that last thread of control, even though I gasped at the jolt of pain that rippled through me every time he hit the d
eepest reaches of my body. “Don’t stop.”

  “Never. I’ll fuck you as deep and hard as you want me to.” His dark eyes locked with mine. “I’ll even make it hurt, so it will feel that much better when I make you come again.”

  “Yes,” I begged, writhing in pain and pleasure beneath him. “But I want you to come, too.”

  “For the last time, this is not about what you want from me, Jillian Nixon.” He spoke right into my ear, his voice raw and raspy. “It’s about what I want from you, and right now I want to feel that sweet little pussy come all over my cock.”

  He drove me into madness again, with his words and his body, and I cried out over and over as my body convulsed around his, my fingers tight on his ass. “Yes,” he hissed, his jaw clenched. His eyes closed, and I watched his beautiful face twist briefly with agony then ease into pleasure as his body released the tension in surging, rhythmic thrusts inside me.

  He dropped his face into my neck and kissed me, his beard tickling my skin. I wrapped my legs around him and sighed, wishing we could just melt right into each other. That our time wasn’t running out. That he’d stay and we could do it all again, with a quick break for some junk food and maybe a bottle of wine. That we could fall asleep just like this afterward, and he could even stay the night.

  But I knew better than to ask.

  Ten

  Levi

  My heart pounded hard inside my chest, but it wasn’t just from exertion. It was from feeling alive—fucking bursting with it. I felt like I could scale a mountain, swim an ocean, slay a dragon. It struck me how empty sex had been during the last few years, just a release of tension and nothing more. No feeling of wanting to consume a woman’s body the way I wanted to consume Jillian’s, of wanting to please her for my sake as well as hers, not just to make sure the score was even. In fact, I hoped it wasn’t even. I hoped it was three to one…but could I ask her without sounding like an egotistical asshole?

  She sighed, and I loved the feeling of her chest rising and falling beneath mine. “As fun as the closet was, that was much, much better,” she said.

  “So much better.” My lips brushed those pearls around her neck, and it sent blood rushing to my dick again. Fuck. What time is it?

  “Three times better.”

  I picked up my head and looked down at her. “Really? Three times?”

  She tilted her head, a shy smile on her lips. “You couldn’t tell?”

  “I was hoping. Is that…does that always happen?”

  “No. Maybe two here and there, but honestly, that’s probably because I know my own body pretty well. I know how to help myself along. But tonight…” She shivered adorably. “It was all you.”

  “Good.” I kissed her, sending another bolt of renewed desire between my legs, where we were still connected. “I was so worried I wouldn’t have enough time to take care of you.”

  Laughing gently, she shook her head. “You had an hour. You only needed five minutes, at least for the first one. The next two took you maybe another fifteen.”

  “It still wasn’t enough. I want more.”

  She hesitated. “You can stay, if you want.”

  I closed my eyes, pushing back at the resentment. “I wish I could. But I can’t.”

  “It’s OK, Levi. Really.” She squeezed me with her long, luscious legs. “We can go out again, you know. This was only our first date.”

  “Doesn’t seem like it, does it?”

  “No, it doesn’t.”

  I kissed her forehead. “Give me a minute, OK?”

  “Sure.”

  I got up and went into the bathroom adjacent to her bedroom, removing the condom and wrapping it in a tissue before throwing it away and washing my hands. In the mirror, I saw what a mess my hair was and tried to smooth it back a little, or else it was going to be really obvious to the sitter what I’d been up to.

  When I entered her room again, she was still lying in bed on her side, a sheet pulled up to her waist. “I’m being lazy,” she said, a guilty look on her face.

  “You’re entitled.” I couldn’t help staring at her a moment, her cheeks flushed, her skin rosy gold in the lamplight, her brown hair splayed over the white pillowcase. “I wish I could be lazy with you.”

  She pulled back the sheet. “You can.”

  I hesitated for less than three seconds before getting back in bed beside her. “I can’t resist you. But you have to kick me out in ten minutes.”

  “OK.” She laid her cheek on my shoulder and put a hand on my chest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t try to tempt you.”

  I kissed the top of her head. “Don’t be sorry. It will be OK. If there’s a meltdown, I’ll handle it and I will remember that this feeling was worth it.”

  “Awww.” She kissed my chest and threw one leg over mine. I could feel the dampness on her thighs, and my cock twitched.

  Fuck. Just don’t put your hand on it. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to say no.

  But she didn’t touch me there. Instead she brushed her fingertips back and forth over my chest. For a moment, I wished I had a body like Sebastian’s—bulging with muscles, cut with lines. I was muscular in an athletic way, but I didn’t have the kind of abs and arms he did.

  “I love your body,” she said, as if she could read my mind.

  I laughed a little. “I was just thinking I wish I had more time to spend at the gym.”

  “What?” She picked up her head and gave me a furrowed-brow frown. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Settled again, she slid her hand around my ribcage and hugged me tight. “You’re perfect. You’re real.”

  “Well, thank you. You’re perfect too, but actually you’re unreal. Too beautiful.”

  She snorted. “Please. I think unreal would have bigger boobs and a better ass. If I wasn’t so tall, I could probably wear the same clothes I wore in middle school.”

  “Shut the fuck up.” I kissed her head again. “You have a beautiful body. Perfect legs, perfect ass, perfect breasts, and—don’t think I’m weird, but I fucking love your neck and shoulders. This necklace drove me crazy the first time I saw you in it, at the wedding, and then when I saw you had it on again tonight, I almost lost it right there at the bar.” I touched the pearls on her neck, then ran my hand down her arm. “And your skin is like heaven. What the hell do you put on it anyway, to make it feel like satin? And it smells so good—like grapefruit or something, but it’s so sweet. ”

  She laughed. “Thanks. That’s probably essential oil. I have an allergic reaction to most perfumes.”

  I inhaled deeply. “God, I love it.”

  Her fingers found my scar and traced it. “What’s this from?”

  “That is from an unfortunate run-in with a chain link fence. I was trying to climb over it and my shoelace got caught. The top of it gouged my side.”

  She winced. “Ouch.”

  “Yeah, and I fractured my wrist breaking the fall on the other side.”

  “Jeez. Are you accident prone?”

  “Not anymore. I was a dumbass daredevil as a kid, but since I became a dad, those days are over. Now I have to watch my own daredevil at the park.”

  “Is he? A daredevil?”

  “Yes and no.” I rubbed her back as I thought about it. “He’s aggressive in some ways, and he will play rough like boys do, but it takes him a while to feel comfortable joining in with other kids. He also doesn’t feel pain the way most people do. So I worry about him hurting himself and not even knowing it.”

  She patted my side. “I should let you go home to him.”

  I squeezed her. She felt so good in my arms. When was the last time I wanted to hold a woman all night? “I wish I could stay.”

  “Another time.” She sat up and looked down at me, a wry smile stretching her lips. “You might want to fix your hair before you go.”

  I frowned. “I thought I did.”

  “Think again.”

  I tackled her, getting her by the shoulders and throwing her onto her back. With h
er head at the foot of the bed, I took her wrists in my hands and pinned them above her. My hair flopped forward, making her grin.

  “Be nice, little girl.”

  “Or else what?”

  “Or else I’ll take these bedsheets and tie you up, then torture you with my tongue.”

  She giggled. “That doesn’t sound like torture.”

  I kissed her smug little grin. “Just you wait.”

  While I got dressed, Jillian used the bathroom, then threw on a t-shirt and underwear. “Give me two more minutes,” she said, taking a pair of blue plaid pajama pants from her dresser drawer. “I want to send some soup home with you.”

  I followed her to the kitchen, which was actually on the second level of her townhouse, a long narrow space with plain maple cabinetry, stainless appliances, and beige marble countertops. She had two framed photos on the breakfast counter next to a wine rack holding six bottles of red. One photo showed her wearing a white lab coat and holding a diploma, a stethoscope around her neck, and her entire family surrounding her. The other was a close-up of Jillian with an arm around each sister, taken when they were kids.

  I picked it up. “Look how cute you guys are.”

  “Thanks.” She pulled a plastic container and matching lid from a low cupboard, and a large blue pot from the fridge. “I think I’m about ten there. We thought we were so cool because we’d eaten red popsicles and it made us look like we were wearing lipstick.”

  “You’re close to your family.”

  “Very. What about you?” She ladled soup from the blue pot into the container.

  “Yes. They helped me out a lot when Scotty was a baby. Took us in. Gave me a lot of advice. As you can imagine, I was clueless.”

  “Most guys your age would be.”

  “Yeah.” I set the picture down. “But it started to get a little stifling, all the advice, especially after we got the autism diagnosis.”

  “Is that why you moved here?” She put the blue pot back in the fridge and pressed the lid onto the container.