Better Than Friends (13 page)

“Curtis… fuck. I want you.”

Thank God. I sat up taller in his lap and looked down at his handsome face, his kiss-swollen lips, and loved the hunger so evident in his heavy-lidded gaze.

“Come with me.” I stood and took his hand in mine, pulling him to the bedroom.

My apartment was tiny, so it was a matter of a few steps to get to the short hallway leading to the only bedroom. Jack’s hands roaming down my shoulders and over the small of my back kept me from thinking about the state we might find my room in. I knew I hadn’t made the bed, but I couldn’t remember if I’d picked up my dirty clothes. All week. I turned in Jack’s arms, fusing our bodies as close as possible, hoping to divert his attention until I could get him in my bed.

“Mmm. You’re a hopeless slob,” he commented in between kissing and biting at my collarbone. “Somehow I don’t care right now. Just… get some of those clothes off.”

I whimpered in agreement and turned to rid the bed of some clutter. Jack slapped my ass hard, making me jump in surprise.

“I meant off you. Take your shirt off.”

My mouth went dry, but I obeyed. I slipped my T-shirt over my head and waited for Jack to do the same.

“Now your jeans.” I nodded and fumbled with my belt, struggling to get my fingers to cooperate.

“What about you?” I pushed my jeans down around my ankles but left my boxer briefs on. My erection pushed the fabric far from my body, making it clear I was very turned-on.

“Don’t worry about me. Jeans off, honey, and lay down.” Jack moved toward my queen-size bed muttering about “pigpens,” which made me giggle for no real reason. I felt another sharp sting on my right cheek and scowled over my shoulder.

“Ow!”

“Shh. Lie down. Let me look at you.”

I lay back on the cool white sheets and looked up at Jack, torn between feeling self-conscious and very aroused. He stood over me, wearing an intense expression of desire and lust. He licked his upper lip before stepping toward the bed.

“Please take your shirt off. I… I want to see you.”

Jack gave me his sweet, lopsided grin and untucked his T-shirt from his waistband before slowly slipping the fabric over his head. I think my heart stopped beating for a second or two. I had never been with a guy as drop-dead sexy as Jack. Ever. His chest was broad and muscular with only the smallest trail of dark hair leading south from his belly button. But it was the inked artwork on his ripped torso that held my attention. I was finally getting my first glimpse of what I’d been fantasizing over, and it was a heady feeling to have my fantasy come to life.

The sleeve tattoo on his arm was beautifully detailed. It went over his left shoulder and across the top part of his pecs. I hoped I would get another chance to examine the design to get a good feel for its intricacies. Another tat of something winged and fiery wrapped around his abdomen along his right side and obviously went lower than his jeans allowed me to see. There was something written in script low on his torso also, but I couldn’t make it out until he took the rest of his clothes off. I snuck a peek up at my lover. Jack was watching me carefully, his eyes half-closed. I reached for his belt, emboldened by my need and grateful to find he felt the same.

“Wait.” Jack stilled my hand.

“Why?”

“Let me touch you, honey. You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

“Me?”

Jack toed off his boots and laughed as he climbed over my body, straddling me between his big thighs. I gulped and tried to focus as he ran his large hands over my shoulders, down my chest, and over my stomach. He tweaked my nipples, rubbing them hard between his thumbs and forefingers. I arched my back off the bed and into his touch.

“Fuck! Jack, I’m dying here. Could we go slow next time? I need to feel you. Please. Get naked.”

He nodded wordlessly and shifted off the bed, making quick work of his jeans. He left his underwear on. It was black and was the kind that barely covers your parts… the kind meant to please your partner. I
was
pleased. I reached out and pulled him back over me, gasping as he pressed his weight into me, letting our hard cocks touch through the flimsy cotton.

I relished my first opportunity to feel his muscular frame against mine. I hooked my arms around him and let my hands explore his toned back, then travel down his side and lower still, finally letting them rest on his tight, firm ass. Jack pulled up on his elbows and stared down at me before reaching between us to align our dicks. Then he cupped my ass with one hand and forced us closer together. The friction and feel of his powerful body was sublime. I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to come. A couple more strokes and I might totally embarrass myself. I didn’t want to take that chance, especially when I didn’t know if I’d get another.

“Can I taste you? Suck you?”

Jack went still, perhaps as surprised as I was at my brazen request. I watched his Adam’s apple move in his throat and his eyes darken. He bent down and kissed me. A soft brush of lips. He shifted back to sit on his knees between my open thighs and gave me a hungry look before he slipped his fingers under the elastic of my briefs and pulled them over my ass in one deft motion. I was rock-hard and leaking precum. In a way, I was too far-gone to feel self-conscious. I knew I was fit and my body was toned, but I was lean, almost skinny, and I didn’t think that was particularly sexy. Jack’s growl of appreciation went a long way toward changing my mind.

His nostrils flared slightly, and he swallowed once before reaching out to touch my hard flesh. I watched him struggle for control before finally giving in to desire. He gripped my cock firmly at the base and stroked me slowly, his eyes fixated on the steady motion. I gasped and arched forward, wanting more.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

My words seemed to wake him up. He looked into my eyes before lowering his head and swallowing me whole. I cried out in surprise as his warm mouth worked me over, sucking and licking in a frenzied act of passion. I leaned up on my elbows and watched his dark head bobbing up and down. It had to be the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and I was dangerously close to losing it.

“Stop.” Jack paused and looked up, his tongue resting on the tip of my dick. “I’m gonna come if you don’t. Could you… um… can I see you? Please?”

Jack gave me strained smile, licked my shaft one last time, and then leaned forward to kiss me. I could taste myself on his tongue. It had me moaning all over again. I was desperate to get my mouth on him. I pushed at his wide, muscular chest, letting him know I was anxious for my turn. Jack chuckled and lay beside me.

“Okay, honey. I’m all yours.”

I scrambled up and climbed over him. I couldn’t believe I had someone like him in my bed. A god. A fucking beautiful hunk of a man inviting me to do whatever the fuck I wanted. I wanted to pinch myself. This stuff didn’t happen to me.

“I’m waiting, sugar.” His taunting tone woke me up.

“I just… want to look at you. I’ve never….”

“Hey….”

I waited for him to speak, for the spell to break. But he didn’t say a word. He sat up and pulled me forward so I was sitting on his lap, my erect cock resting between our stomachs. I bit my lip and looked into his kind blue eyes. Gone was the teasing and taunting playful Jack.

“Honey, what do you mean you’ve never…?”

Oh. That was funny. I burst out into a bout of inappropriate laughter.

“No. I didn’t mean I’d never had sex before. I meant I’d….” I sobered immediately and bit at my lip again nervously before blurting out the truth. “I’ve never been with someone like you. You’re so….”

“Shh. No more talking.” He wrapped his strong arms around me and squeezed me flat against his massive chest. “I think you said something about sucking my dick.”

We both chuckled and then stared at each other in the dim light as twilight seeped in through my bedroom blinds. Our lips met, followed quickly by tongues. Gentle exploration soon gave way to something much more intense. We bit and clawed in our quest to get closer. My naked cock strained for friction against his still-covered one. I reached between us and moved back on his lap far enough to free his rigid cock from the confines of his sexy underwear. Jack groaned as our naked flesh touched. Soft skin stretched across his impossibly hard, heavy member in my hand. He was bigger and thicker than me. Perfect.

Jack leaned back on the pillow and gave me room to explore. I studied the tattoos on his lower abdomen before running my hand over his hip, then down between his thighs. I let my fingers dip lower to fondle his heavy balls, kneading them gently. Jack palmed his rock-hard prick, holding it so it stuck straight up away from his body. I snickered at his obvious invitation and bent to lick the wide mushroom head. I let my tongue play with the slit, making a swirling motion over and over while my fingers still worked on his balls, before licking a path down to the base of his cock and back up again.

“Damn, that’s good, but… more.”

I smiled and wrapped my mouth around him, sucking him with everything I had.

“Holy fuck!” I felt the bed move as Jack propped himself up to watch me on one elbow and placing one hand over my head. He didn’t push, but I sensed his resolve weaken as I picked up the pace, alternately sucking and licking in a steady rhythm. I reached down and worked my own rigid dick, using the precum drooling at the tip as lubricant while I continued pleasuring Jack. I could tell the moment his control snapped, and it was a heady feeling to be the one responsible for it. The hand resting on my head grabbed and held me in place. He fucked up into my mouth like a man possessed, then pushed my head back and howled as he spurted streams of come onto his chest. I leaned over his quaking body and pulled at my cock furiously, holding on to his bent knee as my release claimed me, covering Jack’s spent dick and lower abdomen.

Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. I doubt I would have been able to hear anything over the pounding of my heart beating. My whole body pulsed and quivered, and my legs shook in an effort to stay kneeling. I licked my lips and made a move to get off the bed, but Jack stopped me and pulled me flat over him instead.

“Yuck!” Our combined release glued us together. I struggled to get out of his playful bear hug, which seemed to amuse him. He chuckled into my neck and bit my shoulder lightly.

“Now you decide you don’t like messes?”

“No, I like this kind of mess. I just don’t like sticking in it.”

“That’s part of the afterglow, though. Right? Sticking to your sexy lover in a cummy mess. Yum.”

“You’re gross and I’m getting up to get a towel. Don’t move.”

“Don’t worry. You wrung me out, honey.”

I came back with a warm, wet cloth, wiping at my stomach as I made my way to the bed.

“I think you were supposed to offer that to me first. I’m the guest.” Jack arched one eyebrow in challenge.

“You mean you’re the pest. Here… move your arm. Let me clean you up.”

“Wait. Taste this first.”

Jack traced his forefinger languidly in a circular motion on his chest and then brought it to his lips, licking one side. He pressed his finger to my bottom lip in invitation. Unbelievably, I felt myself stir. I was turned-on all over again, though I knew I had little hope of doing anything about it in my current spent condition. I stuck the tip of my tongue out and closed my eyes as I tasted our combined juices from my lover’s fingers.

“That is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Jack whispered reverently.

I whimpered in response. I had no words. Jack took the towel from me and cleaned his stomach quickly before tossing it carelessly to the floor.

“Hey! One does not throw cummy towels on the ground like that. It’s poor manners, guest,” I mock-admonished him.

Jack’s devilish grin lit the darkened room, warning me he was planning an attack. I let out a gasp of surprise when I found myself flat on my back and pinned to the bed with my hands held high above my head.

“Are you trying to tell me you have standards, pest?” His blue eyes twinkled as he bent over to lick a sloppy trail up my neck.

“Yuck! Stop! That’s gross!” I tried to escape his hold but knew it was useless.

“Too yucky for you, honey?” He teased me mercilessly, licking me like a cat before beginning a full round of tickle torture. I was breathless in no time, begging him to stop.

“Fine. Baby!” Jack released my arms and kissed my forehead and nose before climbing off the bed in search of his clothes.

“You play dirty,” I accused, still trying to get my breath back.

Jack grinned, slipping his jeans neatly over his sexy tight ass. I diverted my gaze, knowing I was staring all over again. Nothing more was happening here tonight. I needed to get up and show my gentleman caller to the door. I felt oddly bereft. It had been one of the best dates… no, it had been the best date I’d ever been on, though I smartly kept quiet as I remembered Jack didn’t “do dates.” I was sad to say good-bye.

Jack sat next to me on the bed. We were quiet while he put his boots on. Good-byes could be so awkward, and I sure as hell had no idea what came next. When he turned to face me, I gulped audibly. I wanted him all over again. I wanted the teasing, the laughter, the silly baseball stats and yeah… I wanted the sex. There was no doubt he could see all that and more written plainly on my face. Jack took my chin in my hand and brushed his lips sweetly against mine. The kiss deepened, but we didn’t linger.

“I have to go, honey. I need to check in at the bar and… I’ll call you.”

“Yeah. Um. Hey, Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“How did you get my number? I was wond—”

“I sent a text to Jay and Peter.” His hand was on the door handle. He lifted one shoulder in a nonchalant fashion as though it were totally normal to send a honeymooning couple a request for a guy’s phone number.

“But they….” I let it go. It was enough that he did it. I certainly didn’t need to question any further. “Hey, thank you for today. For everything.”

He inclined his head once and turned for the door.