by Taylor Love
Janae wanted to see and feel him too! Wanted to see that naked chest of his again, but this time really take it in. Her fingertips tingled as she started at his at hips, sliding her hands up his stomach, circling his chest. Her eyes were locked on his smooth skin, though she could feel him staring at her face. Janae thought it was sweet how he was holding still like a patient animal trying not to scare another, but at this moment she wanted the heat and fire back. The embers of which she had been feeling since they started dancing.
Dragging her fingers through the small hairs between his pecs, Janae spread her fingers grazing his nipples. That seemed to get him moving. With the hand not supporting her back he tilted her head so their eyes met a moment before their lips did. And there it was, that fire again. It poured into her as he pressed their upper bodies together, and their skin connected. But she wanted even more, wrapping her legs around his bottom. Dragging, pulling him until she could feel the hard ridge of his dick.
Moaning Damond went to pull the sports bra down. “You distracted me.” Kisses rained down her chest as he freed one breast. “From my original goal.”
Damond had never been good at denying himself things, so he put that first sweet nipple in his mouth and pulled. What ensued was sexy little moans from her throat as his hips pumped against her sex. While he took his fill of both breasts, her legs climbed higher and higher on his waist, affording him the leverage he needed to slide her pants and panties down a bit. Enough to allow his searching hand to sneak between her legs, where he found her already wet. Sliding his fingers inside as he pulled her left nipple with his teeth.
“Damond!” Janae cried out, back arching like a drawn bow as pleasure shot through her system.
Then she was clutching his head to her chest with both hands, not wanting to let go of any of the pleasure he was giving her. Unfortunately, it tipped them both over a bit until she was lying flat on the pool table, their lips reaching for each other again, all while he fingered her to an orgasm that came out of left field. Her little scream of delight and completion was swallowed by his hungry mouth.
Suddenly he was gone, and she wanted to ask why but her voice was caught somewhere in her chest. Vaguely she felt him pulling her clothes from her body, sighing with relief when she felt him move between her lax legs again. But she wasn’t prepared for the feel of his wet tongue against her extended clit.
“What...you can’t-” Janae words died, her head snapping back as he sucked on her little bundle of nerves.
“Watch me,” Damond demanded when he finally let her clit go. “I want you to watch me. Raise that brilliant head of yours and watch me eat your delectable pussy.”
Like a puppet on a string her head lifted, but her eyes struggled to focus. Only when they locked with his, did he slowly lower his face again, tongue first. He kept eye contact until his tongue curved to dip inside, then the delicious flavor that was her had his own eyes closing as a shiver of desire swept his own body. Once he had enough control he went back to his task, using his hands to spread her thighs wider so he could fuck her with his mouth.
He could have lapped at her forever, the taste and smell of her a drug for his senses. And every so often he peeked up, the sight of those perky small breasts heaving, her eyes disorganized with ecstasy made his balls tighten each time. When she showed signs of coming again, he made sure to watch it all. Rode it out with his tongue circling her clit until she was limp on the table. Damond gave her one last slow lick upwards, before lifting his head and swiping his tongue around the outside of his mouth, he wanted every last drop.
“Damn, we need a condom.” Damon was almost as dazed as she was, as he looked around as if one would magically appear.
Janae was literally dizzy and she struggled to stutter out a reply. “I’m on birth control.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed you rolled like that.” Damond chuckled, pushing his joggers and underwear down to his knees, more than ready to get down if she was.
Still drunk on her nectar, he didn’t immediately recognize the silence for what it was, a sign that shit had gone left. Janae sat upright, his careless comment like a dash of cold water in her face.
“What an ignorant thing to say! What are you even trying to imply with that statement?”
“You’re right, it was an unneeded asshole comment, blame it on the situation. A lot of my brain power is below my waist right now. I should get a condom from my room regardless.”
“Of course you brought condoms to the middle of nowhere...damn men.” Janae grumbled, righting her sports bra at the same time reaching for her shirt. “Never mind, just hand me my damn pants.”
Damond complied on auto pilot. See this is what sex did to a man, made him dumb as rocks. He realized it wasn’t a good sign that she was getting dressed, and he didn’t think telling her he’d picked up condoms on their store run would help. As he was registering the furious look on her face, he concluded it would probably get him a fist in the eye. Well with Janae more likely a stern talking to, then again she’d surprised him tonight by almost letting him take her on a pool table. So a punch to the face might not be so farfetched.
He tried again. “Just so you know, I’m disease free if that's your worry.”
“Do you think or do you know?” He went to open his mouth but she waved him quiet, jumping to the floor. “Doesn’t matter, I’m not sure I’d believe you either way.”
His annoyance was rising. “Why the hell would I even bring it up if I was lying?”
“I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter since no one is engaging in sex with or without a condom. My temporary insanity has passed.”
Janae ran her hand over her head, noticing her scarf was missing. There was another in her room that would have to do, she just wanted to get out the basement at this point. Reaching the stairs she went up a couple, before turning to address him again.
“Look, this...was unexpected so let's just forget about it. After all it’s not going to happen again.
“Why the hell not?”
“Because neither of us have time for this, we both need to focus. So let's go back to co-existing. Roommates, ships passing in the night.”
Damond just looked at her, hands on his hips. His inflated cock still slow to get the message that it wasn’t happening tonight. This woman was crazy! They’d just had excellent foreplay and she was talking about fucking ships. But she did have one thing right, sex with her uptight behind would be complicated. His focus was already messed up by her mere presence.
“Yeah, sure whatever you say Professor.”
She thinned her lips at the nickname but continued up the stairs. “Good night Damond.”
APPARENTLY DAMOND HAD taken her flippant comment about being ships passing in the night to heart. Over the next five days they were rarely in the same room. If it wasn’t for the occasional noise she wouldn’t think they were in the same house. She had been stupid spreading her legs for that man. It must have been cabin fever. She wasn’t sure how else to explain it as she sat in her makeshift office. If she were being honest, it had been so long since a man touched her, that she probably would have gotten aroused by anyone. But was that really true?
Janae doubted she would have let just anyone kiss her much less tongue down her lady flower. Oh, she hated when her inner dialogue sounded like a seventy-year old southern belle. Great, she was rambling in her own head, which meant she was stressed and unfocused. Pushing back her laptop in disgust, Janae rose from the dressing table/desk and laid down. She had been without a man’s caress, the feel of their larger rougher hands stroking her flesh for a long, long time.
“Ooohh, damn him!”
The man had her mind going to places she had dug a deep hole, buried those feelings, and put a slab of cement over it. Just the thought of how his hands and tongue played her body just right, had her squirming. Her own hand trailing down to massage her center. The resulting flash of pleasure snapped her to awareness, made her remove the naughty hand like her
pants were on fire.
Rolling off the bed Janae went to the window, staring at the falling snow while she allowed her body to cool down. She was determined not to give him the satisfaction of causing her to masturbate. Though as she sat back down to work, she couldn’t wrap her brain around how denying herself was hurting him at all.
Chapter Eight
DAMOND COULDN’T LIE, he was still pissed, not to mention confused from what nearly happened in that basement. The damn woman had left him with his dick hanging out, literally. Once he had pulled up his pants he’d powered everything down, including his desire, and headed up to his office. Figuring now was the perfect time to get his frustration out by writing a killing scene in the book.
Avoiding her in the days since, Damond didn’t know if he was doing it as the best course of action or so he didn’t lose his cool and go off. Was he annoyed he hadn’t gotten any, yes! Shit, it wasn’t like he’d asked her down to the basement with the goal of seducing her. They had been getting along with each other for a while and he just wanted to have some fun for the night.
Okay yeah, he’d picked up the condoms at the store, but that was just an instinctive male response. He was alone with an attractive and available woman. To the little brain in his pants that meant there was “some” chance he might get sex. Didn’t matter if it was .05% or not. So he had prepared for the vaguest of possibilities, not really thinking he’d get to use them.
That damn snowball fight put the ideal of kissing her in his head, and he hadn’t been able to shake it. It all bubbled up with all that dancing. His ploy to make her uncomfortable had ended with him being tortured. He could distract himself well enough during the day by focusing on his work, but at night he was left with a hard cock and a tired wrist. Lately he’d switched it up, and if this kept up much longer both hands would be useless.
So yeah, he was left feeling grumpy and figured laying eyes on her would make everything worse. Just like today, a couple of hours after skirting around each other at dinnertime he found himself back in his office gazing out the window. Snow had fell leisurely to the ground much of the day, but now it was coming down in sleets. The wind picking up so much the windows rattled. Startled by a streak of lightning, he stepped back. That was rare to see during a snowstorm. It struck again, then the lights went out.
“Well shit.”
Damond stood up, the glow from his laptop helping as he went to the bookcase for the flashlight stored there. He could already here Janae’s footsteps scrambling above. Less than thirty seconds after the lights winked out he heard her coming down and calling his name. Sighing and wishing he had a drink he went into the hall, meeting her at the bottom of the steps.
“I’m right here Janae.”
“Thank God. Did you see that lightning? I can’t believe the lights went out, this is creepy.”
She was rambling and Damond was surprised to see her so freaked out over a little power outage.
“Relax Professor, I’m sure the lights will be back soon.”
“How do you know?”
Janae hated the panicky sound creeping into her voice, but she absolutely hated the thought of being in the dark while here. Once night hit in these woods it was pitch black, now with the lights out it was suffocating. Lifting the battery-operated lantern she had found in the corner upstairs, she moved into the living room.
“Because they went out the first week I was here,” Damond answered her question trailing behind her.
“How long did they stay out?”
“I don’t know, it was right when I was taking my nap. All I know is that they were back on when I woke up two hours later.”
“Great, so you have no clue. It could have been the generator kicking on for all you know. You sleep like the dead.”
Damond shrugged. “I guess.”
“Speaking of, why hasn’t the generator come on? When I was looking into this place it said it had a generator for times just like this.”
“Yeah there’s one, on the side of the garage.”
“Why hasn’t it popped on?” Janae persisted.
“Have some patience, it’s only been a few minutes.”
“No, it’s been closer to five minutes, generators are supposed to come on almost immediately.”
“You know this because you have one at your house?”
“No... that’s just the way it works. It’s the whole point of having them! So you don’t go prolonged periods of time without electricity.”
“I don’t consider five minutes to be that prolonged.” Damond said dryly, only to have her whip around and glare at him.
“This isn’t funny. You should go check on it.”
Crossing his arms he let the beam from his flashlight glint against the wall.
“I’m not laughing. Let me get this straight, you want me to go outside in over a foot of snow, to check on something you barely gave five minutes to work? Plus, the lights might come back on their own soon.”
“Maybe, or maybe they don’t for hours. I don’t want to wait that long.” Janae walked forward touching his arm. “Please, will you go see if you can get the generator working?”
Fuck, Damond felt mentally pushed into a corner. Did he ignore the pleading in her big eyes and become the biggest jackass in history, or did he become the biggest fool by trekking outside in the cold, snow and wind? All because she was afraid of the dark. Nature wasn’t fair, some primal mechanism made men susceptible to big eyes and big asses. Both of which always spelled trouble.
“I’ll go take a look. Let me get my gear on.”
“Thank you!”
When he filed out to the hall she was right on his heels. He ignored her, putting on his parka, hat and struggling into his boots. Opening the door the wind hit him hard. Damond glared at her, only getting a tepid smile in return.
“I really appreciate this.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He took his flashlight and headed out.
He had only gone a few steps before he was cursing under his breath. The wind whipping against his face felt like little needles. Picking up the pace as much as he could in the tall snow, Damond reached the side of the garage where the generator was housed.
Even before he shined his light on it, he definitely didn’t hear it doing anything. Great, now to figure out why. Bending down he dug and brushed the snow from the small space separating the machine from the house. Once he got down far enough he saw the gen-cord wasn’t attached to the transfer switch. He got a little pissed, and put it on the list of things to complain about to that horrible property manager Amanda. They were supposed to do basic stocking and a full check of the house anytime there was a reservation. Though he supposed it could have been knocked loose somehow, either way it wasn’t hooked up.
Reaching out to rectify this he paused, drawing his hand back. Janae had been all but on his ass trying to be close to him with the lights off. If they stayed that way there was a good chance she would be forced to spend time with him. He didn’t know if he wanted to do this to needle her a little bit, or because he wanted a chance to pick up where they’d left off. The little devil on his shoulder whispered it was probably both. It certainly wasn’t the gentlemanly thing to do, but a case of simmering lust could make a man act out of character. Standing, he started walking back to the house, telling himself he wasn’t being that much of prick. Technically the lights could pop back on at any moment.
LOCKING THE DOOR AFTER it closed, Janae’s imagination would give Damond’s books a run for their money right now. Because she was thinking a murderer who not only was a psycho but also a racist, had picked their cabin in particular for tonight’s kill. They had disabled the generator to have more time to stalk and terrorize the victims of the house. She had zero logical reason to think any of this, but she 100% did.
While those “cozy” thoughts ran in her head she went around the house and found some candles that she had noticed before. Lighting one for the kitchen and placing two in the living room. If memory s
erved there were more of the lanterns in the basement but there was no way she was going down there alone. She did tiptoe to her bedroom and get the pepper-spray from her keychain just to be on the safe side.
It seemed like it took forever before the front door creaking open startled her to her feet. As she hurried to the hallway, all she could hear was Damond cursing and stomping the snow off his boots. What she wanted to hear was the whirl of a machine working or bright light stinging her eyes.
“What’s wrong with it? You couldn’t get it to work?”
“Uh no, and I’m not sure why.” He preempted.
“Darn it, what do you mean? Was it broke?”
“Look lady, I don’t know. I’m a writer not a handyman. It’s dark as shit out there. From what I could see there was nothing wrong with it, it just isn’t working.”
“Well take me to it. Maybe I can figure it out.”
“You’re certifiable if you think I’m about to go out there again. It’s still storming if you haven’t noticed. Feel free to go by your lonesome.”
“I just don’t like being in this dark.”
She sounded so dejected he almost felt bad for her. “I see you found some candles, so we’re not in the dark. Let’s get a snack, it’ll take your mind off everything.”
“Doubtful, but okay.”
Janae sat on a stool in the kitchen, her lantern adding more light to the room, while Damond rummaged around.
“The Keurig probably still has hot water, you want some tea or hot chocolate?”
“I want some lights,” she said peevishly.