“Yes, a bet.” He leaned forward so our lips were inches apart and I could smell my own sex on his breath—not something that should be sexy but damn, it was. “If I can get you to orgasm again, then you can wear real stockings and keep them on when I fuck you next time.”
The crassness of his words, the desire in his voice and the mention ofnext timecaused an unrecognizable urge through my blood. I wanted to do that and more with Jeff. “Deal.”
“Good girl.” He put one foot on the ground to balance himself and removed his jeans and boxers before leaning over to open the drawer of his nightstand. The muscles in his ass clenched and I was mesmerized by the hard-earned ripples across his back. Jeff wasn’t a meathead who was born huge. All his angles were built from hours of work and I had a wave of appreciation for those gym days. He turned around with a condom on his hand and I got my first glimpse of Jeff Maddow in all his naked glory.
“My god…” I trailed off as my mouth became dry. He was better than any image my mind could’ve conjured and I wanted to tastehim head to toe. His cock pressed against his abs and the thought of orgasming a second time didn’t seem so far-fetched. I licked my lips, entranced with the way he slid the condom over his dick.
“Not today, Amber. Someday, I want your lips around my cock, but I want to bury myself inside you.” He kneeled on the bed and ran a hand down the length of my body. “Flip over.”
Unsure, I pushed up onto my arms to move, but he gripped my waist and flipped me with an impatient grunt. “You have anincredible ass and I’m a selfish man. Can I take you from behind, Amber? Would you like that?”
“Y-yes,” I stuttered, hyperaware of every touch. He lifted my hips so I was on all fours and he gripped my ass cheeks, squeezing them and spreading them apart. “What are you?—”
“I’m an ass man and yours is making me weak. Fuck,” he cursed, grinding his cock into the space between them. Then he moved to the right angle and slid into me, patiently letting me stretch for him. “Amber,Jesus.”
My breath came out hitched and whiney when he slowly moved in and out, gripping my ass to the point of pain, and I arched my back, giving him deeper access. He moaned and slammed into me. Our bodies hitting each other was the sexiest sound and I pressed my face into his pillow to prevent any loud screams. It smelled so much like his clean scent it sent a wave of arousal to me and a faint tingling sensation formed in between my thighs.
“You feel incredible, god.” He leaned forward so his sweaty chest leaned against my back. He reached around and found my clit. “I need you to scream my name when you come a second time. Can you do that?”
“Mm-hm.” A ringing began in my ears with each thrust and when he started swirling his thumb, I swore I was going to burst. “Oh, I’m close.”
“Thatta girl. Grind against my hand with my cock deep inside you. I want to feel you tremble as I fuck you.”
His words did it. The orgasm burst at the base of my body, almost like an electric shock, as pleasure surged through me. I cried his name, losing all dignity and rationale when he pumped into me harder. “Yes, Jeff!”
Waves of pleasure spread from my core, through my veins, and into my mind where all thoughts blurred together. But he didn’t stop—he tightened his grip on me and his entirebody tensed before he groaned, thrusting a final time. “Christ,Amber.”
He slid out of me and ran a hand down my back. “I’m going to clean up real quick. You okay?”
“I can’t move,” I said, my face still buried in his pillow. He chuckled and patted my ass twice before his footsteps carried toward the bathroom. That left me alone for a minute and all the typical reasons for why I should freak out didn’t arrive. If anything…I felt alive. Satisfied and alive and nothing was going to ruin that.
17
JEFF
Amber hadn’t moved an inch from her face-down position and her incredible ass remained in clear view. The sight had me smiling like an idiot and I put on some loose sweats before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you alive?”
“Maybe?”
“This is doing wonders for my ego, by the way.” I patted her ass and loved how it wiggled. It was so full and I made plans to spend way more time on it next time.Because there will be a next time, soon.“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” She pushed herself up onto her elbows with the groan of someone three times her age, and she slid me a coy look. It was a sight to see—Amber Henderson naked in my bed with her perfect small tits, crazy sex hair and bite marks on her chest from me. She saw the direction of my stare and red splotches appeared over her neck and face. “I guess I’ll go put my dress back on.”
“Do the bite marks bother you?” I traced one around her pink nipple and I considered it a good sign when she shivered at my touch.
“No. I really enjoyed getting them. More than I thought.” She looked at the ground and hurried around the room to pick up her dress. She frowned at it before sighing.
“If you want something more comfortable, I can give you a sweatshirt or a T-shirt.” I stood and opened my dresser drawer, pulling out a long-sleeved shirt. “You want to borrow it?”
“For a little, yeah. I can’t walk downstairs inthat. They’ll all know.” Her eyes got wide and I shrugged off her comment.
“They’ll mind their business.”
“If you say so.” She took the shirt from me and slipped it over her head, not bothering with her bra, and I found the thought of her chest bare against my clothes real appealing. “Wow. It’s been a while since I slept with anyone and damn, I forgot how wobbly my legs can get.”
“Excuse me, I blame yourtwoorgasms for the weak legs.” I gave her a pointed look and she rolled her eyes. “Are you denying it? We had a bet, Henderson.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You want me to wear stockings.” She stepped into her cute little boy-shorts and jumped back onto the bed and moved the covers so they were over her legs. “Shit… is this cool? Do you want me to sit at your desk when we talk about the investigation or…?”
