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“There’s no if with us, Jas,” I whispered. “In my fantasies you’re telling me you need me, you’re urging me to go faster, to move my hand or my mouth just so. You’re a woman who knows what you want,” I say.
“I picture you being all business. You’re in complete control with one thing on your mind and that ice-cold stare right in my eyes.”
“That’s where reality beats fantasy,” I told her, savoring the rapt expression on her face. “Because foreplay is more than half the fun.”
I kissed her upper lip one time, softly, and levered off her. She gave a squeak of dismay that was a shot of confidence to my ego. I sat back on my knees and unzipped her company fleece. “Mmmm,” I said, revealing not the expected t-shirt but a clingy white tank that hugged all her curves and showed the sharp peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric. I parted the front of her jacket and set my hands to her torso, one palm warm on the curve of her belly while my right hand curved around her rib cage, thumb just brushing the swell below her breast.
Her ragged breath told me she liked it, and her avid stare never left my face. I stroked the underside of her breast with sweeps of my thumb and, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue peeking out to wet her full lower lip. The sight of her pink tongue moistening her parted lips made my already hard cock stiffen and clench in response.
I slid my hand up her stomach to her chest and skimmed over the other breast to rest my fingertips on her lips. I shut my eyes for an instant and then rasped out, “I can’t stand it when you lick your lips. You’ll unman me.”
Shocked, she blinked, then those lips curved into a slow smile before she swept her tongue against my fingertips. My body seemed to lock up at that warm, wet touch. A barely-anything lick that sent a spike of pleasure rocketing through my body as surely as if she had licked my dick that way. I mastered myself and looked down at her.
“Naughty girl. I should show you what to do with that tongue,” I said, my voice low. I felt her squirm, arching her breast into my hand eagerly. “You like that?” I purred. I let go of her to peel down her tank top, exposing her pale, full breast to my hungry eyes.
I went back to the light touches she liked, trailing my fingers down the slope of her breast and tracing a circle around her pebbled nipple as she strained toward me, giving a whimper. She wanted relief, wanted me to grab and pinch and suck. But I knew how to make it last, how to drive her higher and higher until she couldn’t take any more. Then I’d teach her a thing or two about pure, hedonistic ecstasy. Another slow, deliberate circle around her nipple as she squirmed and pressed, tried to urge me on.
Jasmine reached for my face, her hand on my jaw, thumb sweeping over my cheekbone. With effort, she raised herself to kiss me. I unbuttoned my own shirt until it hung open down the front and I lifted her onto my knees so her bare breast was flush against my chest, hard cut muscle for her to push and rub against. Her kiss grew sloppier. I took over. I dragged the tip of my tongue along her upper lip, flicked the roof of her mouth, gave her soft, sweet kisses that drove her mad. Kissing her was incredible. Teasing her like this was on another level.
I kept kissing her mouth, let her hands roam my shoulders and back as she reached to get her hands on my bare skin. She broke the kiss for a moment to look at my chest, to pull away, ogle me, and just put her mouth on my abs, kissing and licking. It felt too good.
My cock twitched eagerly. I reached down and took her hand in mine and laced our fingers together. Let her feel the intimacy of my fingers between hers, the tender flesh there yielding to me. I picked up her hand and kissed it. She looked at me then, a mix of besotted and frustrated that made me want to laugh.
I wanted her grinning, satisfied, walking around sure of her own strength and potential. Anything I could do to make that a reality, I was fully ready to get down on my knees and do. Until then, I kissed her hand and felt her body go loose and pliant. I bent her head back over my arm and took her mouth with as much passion as I’d ever made love to anyone else. Tingles raced down my chest as we kissed, open-mouthed and sensuous, urgent in the way we tore at each other’s clothes.
Her left breast, the one exposed above her tank top, bounced as we undressed each other. I couldn’t resist any longer. I dipped my head and devoured it, took as much of her breast in my mouth as possible, licking and sucking. My palm on her back pushed her closer, arched her deeper into my mouth. Insatiable, I nipped, kissed, and bit at her sensitive flesh as she writhed and twisted in my arms.
Jasmine flung her arms and legs both around me and kissing my neck. I clutched her to me, giving myself up to pure sensation. I groaned as I shrugged my sleeves off. She made short work of opening my jeans and reaching in, her hand closing around my aching shaft and pulling it free. With one tentative stroke, she had me standing at attention, precum dripping between her fingers.
She met my eyes as she worked her hand up and down my length, squeezing, stroking, rubbing the hot liquid that leaked from the head all around. I shifted and bucked at her touch, incapable of remaining still under the onslaught of sensation.
We were so close, the dark head of my cock slick and throbbing perhaps an inch from her but separated by her panties. I was seeing spots, so far gone I couldn’t think how to get her panties off of her without having to stand up. She was wiser than I because she kissed the corner of my mouth again and whispered, “Rip them off.”
My body jolted at her words, red heat coursing through my blood and roaring in my ears. The eroticism of tearing off her clothes nearly broke me. My fingers dug into the narrow slip of lace, jerked and they came away in scraps in my hand. She grinned at me, leaned in and bit my neck.
I palmed the back of her head and kissed her, bearing her down onto her back. We were skin on skin, bare and hot, and I was determined to make sure she was ready for me. I had promised her foreplay and she’d get it if it killed me. My eyes boring into hers, I trailed one finger from her bottom lip over her chin, down her neck and drew a line from her collarbone between her heaving breasts, over her navel, and down to the spot where a nest of dark curls began between her thighs.
Those curls enticed me, I felt the mist of dampness against my stomach. Never breaking eye contact, I lifted my left hand and licked it before sliding it between her legs. She moaned and bucked into my hand involuntarily. I fingered her, stroked her, petted her. Then I tucked two fingers into her and curled them toward me like a hook. Her hips rose off the couch like she was levitating and she ground into me, screaming once as the pleasure took her. I felt her inner muscles bear down and her thighs clamped shut around my wrist, trying to endure the pleasure that drove her to desperation.
Shaking, she came down from it, her body slowly uncoiling. I nuzzled her breast, kissed it, kept fingering her until I had her legs jerking and her fingers scrabbling for purchase on my back, in my hair. Then, when she was near in a frenzy, I pulled my fingers out of her. I pushed up enough to notch my cock right where I wanted it and shoved my hips forward and up, driving into her and striking the same place inside her that made her scream, thrusting against it again.
Her breath shuddered against my lips as she came apart beneath me. I didn’t last long after that, one more thrust and I was gone, shooting out like I was sixteen again. In the aftermath, sweaty and spent, I rolled over, pulled her on top of me. She lay on my chest, my arms closed around her protectively. I kissed her tumbled hair and lay there, unable to move.
At some point she dragged the throw blanket down over us and nestled into my chest fully. Somewhere far away the phone rang, and we ignored it. We had voicemail for a reason after all. I didn’t care if it were hours or days we lay there wrapped up in each other. It had been an experience unlike anything else in my life.
12
DREW
After my morning job, I hit the gym before heading to the office. I downed my gross probiotic gut health shake and climbed in my truck. The group chat was pretty quiet when I checked my phone. When I arrived at the office, I saw a car across the street that set off my radar so I leaned out and snapped a photo, brought it close to study the detail. Alabama plate. It fit the description of the vehicle registered to one Christopher James Roberts of Birmingham. I fired off the photo to the group chat with a pin on the location.
First lesson in security is keep your head on the swivel for anything out of the ordinary. Except seeing a person sitting inside a parked car with its engine turned off in January was pretty goddamned unusual. It wasn’t freezing out, but Virginia in January was a damn sight colder than Alabama, so anyone from those parts would’ve hurried inside if they had a reason to be in the neighborhood rather than loitering in a car that would get cold pretty rapidly.
He was sitting outside my security firm, had applied for a job here. His audacity sickened me. It was like some obnoxious teenager seeing how far he could push before someone pushed back. I had to remind myself of my training, to focus on the mission and put my personal feelings in a box. Otherwise, I would have lost sight of the goal quickly and done something impulsive like dragging him out the driver’s side window and beating the shit out of him in the middle of a busy road. With witnesses and security footage they could pull from my own business. Not to mention, some felonies facing me when I was done.
For a split second, I thought it might be worth it, this asshole lying in wait outside the office door, probably expecting to pounce on her when she left work. He really underestimated the consequences of his actions here.
I swore under my breath and climbed out of the truck. This motherfucker needed a lesson in manners. I stepped close, just behind the driver’s door and rapped hard once on the window. I hoped it startled him so bad that he pissed himself.
