by Rachel Lacey
“Which is not to say we should do this,” she added, because it needed to be said, for both of their sake. “Just because we’re attracted to each other doesn’t mean we have to act on it.”
“I’m not so sure we’re capable of behaving ourselves.” His tone dropped, low and gritty and sexy as hell. “Are you?”
“No,” she answered, breathless. “But we can be friends who sometimes kiss…if that’s what you want.”
“It’s not what I want.”
A warm ache grew between her thighs. “Yeah, me neither.”
“Dessert?” he asked, his eyes blown with lust, and she had no idea what they were talking about at this point. Food or sex? Her answer was the same either way.
“Yes.”
He walked toward the stove, and she held in her disappointment that he was going to have to make whatever it was, because she was as hungry to touch him as she was for dessert. He set a pot on the stove and filled it with baking chocolate, milk, and butter, stirring until it became a thick sauce. The kitchen filled with the sweet, pungent scent of chocolate.
“Fondue,” he said as he poured it into a bowl and placed it between them with a platter of fruit and cookies for dipping.
Okay, so maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all. “Holy shit, that looks good.”
“Doesn’t it?” He reached for a strawberry, dipped it in the chocolate, and held it toward her lips.
She took a bite, moaning as the cold, tart flavor of the strawberry combined with the hot, rich chocolate on her tongue. “Perfect,” she said once she’d swallowed. Delicious and also sexy. Jake was better at this than he knew.
She dipped a bite-sized cookie and popped it in his mouth, leaning in to kiss away the chocolate on his lips. Before she knew it, her back was against the counter and Jake’s hands were on her waist, his tongue in her mouth.
“Even better,” she murmured.
He reached for another strawberry, feeding it to her as his lips wandered over her neck to the pendant dangling between her breasts. He pushed it aside and kissed the skin there, his lips hot and demanding.
“I think I like this dessert even better,” he said as his lips continued their exploration.
“Me too,” she gasped, her hips swaying forward, seeking his.
He straightened, bringing their bodies into alignment, the hard ridge of his cock pressed between her legs. Then, he swiped his finger through the fondue and brought it to her mouth. She sucked, and his hips jerked, a string of swears tumbling from his lips. He dipped his head, kissing her deep and thorough, their tongues dancing together through the cocktail of fruit and chocolate on their lips.
“You feel so good,” he murmured between kisses, his hips moving rhythmically against hers.
“Mm.” She closed her eyes, absorbing every sensation, the way her skin tingled beneath his touch and the heat building between her legs with every movement of their bodies.
“Megan.” He stilled, dropping his head to her neck, pressing gentle kisses there as he panted for breath. “There’s something else I need to tell you before we take this any farther.”
Her eyes popped open. “Okay.”
“I told you I hadn’t been with anyone since my wife,” he said, his expression serious. “But that isn’t the whole story.”
She nodded, her throat gone dry.
“It was important to Alana to wait for our wedding night,” he said. “Her family’s very religious. So, we never had sex.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “And before Alana?”
“We started dating when we were fifteen,” he said quietly. “I was a virgin then, and…I still am.”
She blinked and shook her head, a wave of emotion barreling up her throat. “That’s…I’m not sure what to say.”
“It is what it is,” he said with a shrug. “I certainly never meant for it to happen.”
She wiped away the tears that had slipped over her cheeks, confused and somewhat embarrassed by her reaction to his confession. “So, you aren’t opposed to premarital sex, then?”
“Hell, no.” He gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him. “I am very in favor of it, especially right now.”
She put her hands on his chest, pushing him far enough back to meet his eyes. “I’ve been with a lot of guys, Jake. I’m not apologizing for it, but I understand if that makes you uncomfortable, considering.”
He cupped her face, drawing her in for a tender kiss. “On the contrary, I think it’s good that one of us knows what they’re doing.”
Relief rushed through her, loosening her limbs so that she was once again pressed against him. “So, did you guys fool around or anything?”
“Oh yeah. We fooled around a lot.” He huffed with mirthless laughter. “We did everything you could do without having to call it sex.”
Well, that was a relief. Somehow, knowing that he wasn’t completely inexperienced made her feel better about the situation. Then they were kissing again, mouths meeting messily as hands groped and hips sought friction. Jake’s hands slid beneath her top, and the roughened pads of his fingers felt like heaven against her skin.
“So soft,” he said as he slid up her back. “Can’t get enough.”
Neither could she. Her fingers hooked under the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it over his head. He briefly withdrew his hands from her body to untangle himself from the shirt, and holy hell, his chest was a thing of wonder, lean and muscular from countless hours working in the barn, somehow impossibly sexier than muscles gained at the gym.
The front of his jeans strained to contain his cock. She pressed a palm against his length, as intimidated as she was turned on by the knowledge of his virginity. He groaned, pressing his hips more firmly into her touch, and she gripped him through the denim, giving him a firm squeeze.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hands shaking as they returned to her waist. “I, ah, I may have a slight problem.”
“What’s that?” She withdrew her hand, meeting his eyes.
His face was strained, tension vibrating through every inch of his body. “I want this more than anything, but—”
She took a step back, heart thudding in her chest, desire mixing with disappointment. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything else, not tonight anyway.”
“Will you let me finish?” He tugged her against him. “The problem is that I want it too much. It’s been too long, Meg. I can’t…I can’t wait.”
“Oh,” she whispered as the ache inside her intensified, the desperation in his eyes burning right through her. “Oh.”
“I want to go slow. I want to do this right. I’m embarrassing myself.”
“Don’t be,” she murmured, reaching down to unzip his jeans. “It’s incredibly hot to see you this turned on.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he gritted as she palmed him through his boxer briefs.
“What you need is a pressure release so you can slow down and enjoy the rest of our evening.” She pushed down his underwear, and his cock jutted between them, thick and hard, a bead of moisture already glistening at the tip. She dropped to her knees, licking it off, her eyes never leaving his.
He let out a rough sound, his cock jumping against her lips.
“This is a beautiful cock,” she murmured, running her hand up and down his length. “And it’s waited so patiently for all these years.”
“I don’t know about patiently.” Jake’s voice had gone impossibly deep and rough.
“A perfect gentleman,” she said before swirling her tongue over his head. She pushed him backward until his ass rested against the counter, and then she took him in deep, sucking him all the way to the back of her throat in one movement.
“Fuck me,” he gritted, hips jerking as he attempted to hold himself back. She gripped his ass, encouraging him to thrust into her mouth, adjusting the angle of her head to take him in. His legs shook, fingers tangled in the depths of her hair as he let out a groan.
She swirled her t
ongue around him and sucked, hard. His hips jerked again, beginning to move, settling into a rhythm of quick thrusts as a string of curses left his lips.
“I’m going to come,” he rasped, hips moving faster and faster.
She sucked harder, letting her tongue cushion him, sliding over the vein that ran along the underside of his cock.
“Fuck,” he shouted as the first spurt hit her tongue. “Oh God, fuck, oh…oh…yes.”
He kept coming, and she kept sucking, swallowing his release, pressing her thighs together against the desire pulsing in her core. She was ridiculously turned on by getting him off. The expression on his face was quite possibly the most erotic thing she’d ever seen, a mixture of desperation and ecstasy and relief.
Finally, his hips stilled, his muscles going slack. He slid out of her mouth, pulling her against him as his knees buckled and he sank to the kitchen floor, taking her with him.
“Goddamn, woman.” He held her tight, his chest heaving against hers, his whole body shaking in the aftermath of his release. “I don’t know how I survived ten years without that.”
“I don’t either,” she answered as she tucked him back into his jeans and zipped him up. “There. Now we can slow down and enjoy ourselves.”
“Not until I’ve evened the playing field,” he said, drawing her into his lap. “If I hadn’t been so damn desperate, I had planned to take care of you first.”
“I do appreciate a man with a ‘ladies’ first’ policy,” she said as she dipped her head to kiss him. “But in this situation, you definitely deserved to cut the line.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured into her mouth, his fingers working at the button of her jeans. “Repeatedly.”
“No objections.” Her breath caught as his hand slid inside her jeans, cupping her through her panties.
“You’re so wet for me.” There was a hint of wonder in his voice, reminding her of the reality of his situation, although she was relieved to know this wasn’t the first time he’d touched a woman.
She squirmed against him as he pushed her panties to the side. The position was awkward, but he lifted her up slightly in his lap, maximizing his leverage as the pad of his thumb scraped over her clit, sending her mind whirling. He stroked her, building a rhythm with his fingers, and holy shit, that blow job had really done a number on her, because she was already climbing toward release, her body throbbing beneath his touch.
He shifted, pushing first one, then a second big, strong finger inside her, and she cried out in relief, rocking in his lap as he took her right over the edge. Release pulsed through her, leaving her panting in his arms.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, bringing his mouth to hers for a kiss. He slid his hand out of her jeans, and she straddled him, deepening the kiss, not entirely surprised to feel him already semi-hard inside his jeans. He had a lot of lost time to make up for. And if their warm-up session was any indication, she was going to enjoy every minute.
9
Jake swallowed the bite of cake dipped in chocolate that Megan held against his lips, hunger and desire mixing in his veins. It had hardly been half an hour since he’d come, and already, he was rock hard again inside his jeans. He had a feeling he might be hard forever when he was near her. Maybe this intense feeling of need would never go away.
Or maybe it would ease once he’d been inside her.
Goddamn, his mind almost exploded at the thought. He drew her against him, arms wrapped around her, kissing her deeply and thoroughly. “Never get tired of this,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Me neither.” The smile she gave him did funny things inside his chest.
“What do you say we move this to the bedroom?” he asked, hoping he sounded more nonchalant than he felt.
“Lead the way.” Her voice was equal parts sex and affection.
He slid his hand into hers as they walked down the hall. In the bedroom, he switched on the little lamp by the bed so they wouldn’t be fumbling in the dark, leaving the overhead light off to help set the mood. Not that they seemed to need any help setting the mood. The only help he might need was making it through the next few minutes without coming in his pants.
Then again, that was probably his virginity talking.
They stood beside the bed, bodies pressed together, kissing, somehow both still fully dressed, except for his shirt, which was left behind in the kitchen. He slipped his hands beneath her top, skimming it up her sides, his fingers tracing her skin as he went. She lifted her arms, and he tossed it to the floor, revealing the black lace bra she wore beneath.
“Sexy.” He traced his fingers over the lace, feeling her nipples harden beneath his touch. He cupped her breasts, enjoying the feel of them in his hands, the weight of them against his palms, so warm and full beneath the lace.
Megan let out a sigh, her head falling back as he touched her. He slid his hands down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans before unzipping them and pushing them down her legs. She kicked them off, revealing a matching black lace thong beneath.
“Goddamn.” His voice had gone hoarse. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re not half bad to look at yourself,” she said as she unbuttoned his jeans. “Sure you’re ready for this?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” He pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel just how ready he was.
“Then I think you’ve waited long enough.”
He stepped out of his jeans and underwear and pulled her close, her bare skin against his, a sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. He thrust against her, letting the lace of her thong scrape against the sensitive head of his cock, completely lost to the thrill of it.
“The look on your face when you touch me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” she murmured, her hands on his ass, urging him on.
“That’s because touching you is the sexiest thing I’ve experienced in a long damn time.”
Megan reached behind herself, unclasping her bra and tossing it to the floor. Her breasts bounced free, nipples already hardened into tight peaks, and he dipped his head, drawing first one and then the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue over her sensitive skin, thrilled with the needy sounds that escaped her lips.
He pushed down her panties, taking a moment to appreciate her beauty before he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her while their bodies pressed together, his cock nestled against the warm, bare skin of her belly, throbbing with the most beautifully intense sense of anticipation. “Finally,” he whispered.
“You could say that.” She reached between them and gripped him, sending a bolt of fire through him so powerful he thought he might come right there in her hand.
“I think it’s better if I do the touching for now,” he said, removing her hand.
“Well, that’s no fun…for you at least.” She gave him a wicked grin.
“Holding on to my control by a thread here,” he told her. “I need to make sure you’re as close as I am before I’m inside you or I won’t be able to last long enough for you to join me.”
“Fair enough.” Her voice had taken on a breathless quality.
He pushed her onto the bed, his body covering hers, bare skin touching bare skin. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this?”
She gasped as he slipped a hand between her legs to stroke her. “About sex, or about me?”
“Both, but mostly you. I tried not to think about sex while I was still married, since it wasn’t an option for me. But since I met you…I can’t stop fantasizing about you, Megan. You’re all I can think about.”
“Oh,” she murmured, her hips moving rhythmically against his hand.
He pressed himself against her, so hard it hurt and so happy he felt like he might burst from it…or maybe it was his cock that was about to burst.
“Tell me when you’re close,” he whispered, rubbing his thumb against her clit, thrilled by the wetness coating his fingers, the evidence o
f her arousal.
“Getting there.” Her hips moved faster, pressing against his hand.
He dipped his head and kissed her, drinking her in, letting their bodies move together as the heat between them blazed.
“Close,” she whispered, hips jerking against his hand. “Hurry.”
“Happy to.” He sat up, reaching for the box of condoms he’d left in the table by the bed earlier.
“Did you buy those just for me?” she asked, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, watching him through glazed eyes.
“Sure did.” He ripped it open and pulled out a little foil packet. “Don’t laugh if I fuck this up.”
“I would never,” she said, her voice low and throaty. “Make sure you leave room at the tip.”
“Got it.” He positioned the condom and rolled it on, relieved to get it right on the first try.
“You’re a natural,” she said, laying back on the bed.
“I hope so.” He held himself above her, body taut and trembling, almost overcome in anticipation.
“I’ll be gentle with you,” she whispered.
“Baby, I don’t want gentle.” He lowered his hips, and his cock brushed against her. His eyes almost rolled back his head at that simple contact. He hoped he didn’t embarrass himself by coming before he even got inside her. But, after twenty-eight years of anticipation, he supposed he was entitled to be in a hurry. Carefully, he guided himself to her entrance, pausing there to meet her eyes, making sure she was ready.
“The moment you’ve been waiting for.” She grinned up at him, her eyes gleaming in the reflection of the lamp.
“Oh yeah.” He pushed slowly inside, groaning the whole way. It was impossibly better than he’d imagined, the feel of her hot and tight around him, gripping him from base to tip. “Fuuuuuck.”
“Good?” she panted, arching her back so that their chests pressed together.
“Good is such an inadequate word.” He withdrew and plunged back in, sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. And then he was pounding into her, hard and fast, completely overwhelmed by the need burning up his spine, filling his balls and tingling its way into his cock. Frantic, he reached between them and began to stroke her, desperate to make sure he didn’t run off and leave her at the finish line.