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She waved her hand and said, “Pfft. Call me Irene, honey. I’m a nurse.”
Just then, Elle walked back down the hallway and said, “Glad to see everyone’s still alive. What brings you guys by today unannounced?”
“Your mother wanted to head down to the swap meet in Slauson. We figured we’d stop by and see if you needed anything. We didn’t realize you had, uh…company,” he said.
“Ooh,” Irene said, “You guys wanna come with us?”
Elle said, “I’ve got to work today, otherwise, sure. Next time?”
“You’ve got time for breakfast, though, right?” Irene asked them both.
Jim looked over and saw the pained expression on Elle’s face. Giving her knee a squeeze, he said, “I’ve got time. Did you have something you had to do this morning?”
“I’ve got some errands to run, but I have time for breakfast, Mom,” Elle said.
Fifteen minutes later, they were all piled into Earl’s pickup truck, headed for Pancake Palace. In the backseat, he held Elle’s hand. She just kept chewing on her bottom lip and shooting him apologetic glances.
Over the course of the meal, Earl warmed up to him. There had only been one uncomfortable moment when Irene had asked how long they’d been seeing each other. Jim had deferred to Elle by saying, “A while now?”
Elle had nodded noncommittally and deflected the question.
By the time her parents dropped them off, he could see what Elle had meant when she called them eccentric. They were a little odd, but both of them had been incredibly nice considering what they’d interrupted. He could see parts of her quirky personality in both of them.
When they stepped through the front door after seeing them off, Elle said, “Oh my god. I am so sorry.”
Jim just pulled her into his arms and said, “Probably not the way that I would’ve chosen to meet them, but once your dad stopped giving me death glares, it wasn’t so bad. It was fine, Elle. Not your fault.”
He felt her arms slide around his waist as she said, “Thanks for being so great about this.”
Tilting her chin up, Jim leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. He felt her lips soften under his and couldn’t resist the urge to nip at her bottom lip. When she tilted her head, he took immediate advantage, deepening the kiss.
They stayed that way for a few minutes, wrapped around each other, tongues mating until Jim felt her propel him backward until he made contact with her couch. When he sat, she crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs. He groaned, placing his hands on her ass. There was more to Elle than what met the eye. She seemed to have no issue being the aggressor, he thought hazily as she swirled her tongue against his neck.
The moment she nipped the side of his neck with her teeth, he lost all ability to think. Moving his hands to her hips, he ground his erection against the apex of her thighs. When she rolled her hips against his, he moaned, then reached for the bottom edge of her shirt, intent on pulling it off. She briefly released his shoulders and allowed him to slide it over her head.
Jim flicked open the clasp on her bra and slid it down her arms. The moment her breasts were bared, he took one in his hand and drew the tight peak into his mouth. She drew in a ragged breath, and pressed her hips against his. Flicking his tongue against the tight bud, he felt her shudder against him.
He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. When he let his teeth lightly graze against her nipple, he felt her hips roll against his again, as she cried out.
She said, “I don’t think I can wait. I need—”
“Me too,” Jim said, gruffly as he scooted her off his lap. “Be right back.”
Jim moved to her bedroom to get the extra condom off the bedside table and moved quickly back to the living room. Setting the condom down on the arm of the couch, he stripped out of his sweater, then reached for the button on Elle’s jeans. Unbuttoning them, he slid her jeans down. When she stepped out of him, he reached between her thighs, rubbing his fingers against the damp satin he found there.
Pulling the crotch of her panties aside, he slipped two fingers between her folds, swirling and pressing them against her slick flesh. Groaning, she quickly stripped him out of his jeans, then removed her panties.
Jim moved her to stand in front of him, gently pressing her down, so she bent down over the back of the couch. He tore open the condom and quickly rolled it on. Reaching his hands between her thighs, he slid two fingers into her tight channel.
She moaned, pressing her hips back against his hand shamelessly. Eventually, he removed his hand and replaced it with the head of his cock. Rubbing it against her, teasing them both, he asked, “Is this what you need?”
She pressed her hips back against him in vain and said, “I need you to fuck me.”
Unable to resist, he slid into her with a groan. Grabbing her hips, he began to thrust in and out of her at a rapid pace. Almost immediately, he heard her cry out, then felt her clench around him like a vise. He reached one hand forward now, tugging on the hair at the nape of her neck.
“That’s right,” he gritted out. “Come on my cock.”
Slamming into her now, he felt her begin to flutter around him again. She whimpered with every stroke now, and said, “Don’t stop fucking me. Oh. Oh fuck!”
