She nibbled her lip and kept her eyes closed. She wasn’t sure of anything at this point. Why not just go for whatever the universe threw her way? “So what would be the rules? We’ll…date? For the time we have left together?”
He ran a finger up her thigh. “What do you say to having a whatever-we-want-to-do rule?”
“Starting when?”
“How about we have dinner first. Then I show you exactly what it is I have in mind.”
She opened her eyes to gaze into his deep brown ones and smiled, feeling good, feeling okay and at peace. What fun was life if she never gave into adventure?
Besides, she wasn’t going to have a choice when Cole left and that wasn’t all bad. She wouldn’t have to worry about him falling for her when she didn’t know what the future had in store. When she didn’t know if someday soon, she’d begin to forget who he was and what they’d meant to each other. Yes, she’d have to deal with the pain of him eventually leaving, but she could enjoy every minute with him she had left, without worry or guilt on his behalf. “Let’s do it.”
* * *
An hour later, after eating take-out food at Cole’s mom’s place, Jill helped him do the dishes then leaned back against the counter. “So,” she said, rubbing her hands together, “which room are you in the process of packing?”
“Mom’s bedroom.” He grimaced and ran a hand through his hair. It had to be done, but he certainly wasn’t looking forward to it.
She winced in sympathy. “Yeah that might be a hard one. Unless…”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Unless what?”
She smiled mischievously. “Let me ask you this. Have you packed up your old room yet? Because your mom showed it to me once.”
“And?”
“And it was so…teenage boy.”
He chucked. “Probably a good thing since that’s what I was at the time. What are you getting at?”
“Well, I was just thinking, with all those posters of sexy women on the wall, I’ll bet you probably had some strong teenage fantasies in that room.”
“That would be a good bet. So..?”
“So I think we should start packing by splitting up.”
“Doesn’t sound like much fun.”
“Well, now, just hear me out. Maybe you could start packing up your mom’s room while I pack up you room. And if you make enough progress, you can come visit me. And maybe there will even be rewards in it for you.”
“Ooo, positive reinforcement,” he crooned. “I like it. So what kind of reward can I expect? I mean, if I know ahead of time what incentive to look forward to, I’ll do a better job.”
“Hmm, let’s see. Maybe a kiss?” She tapped her pursed lips and smiled.
“My mom has a lot of stuff in her bedroom. As much as I enjoy your kisses, that’s a lot for one kiss.”
“Wow, and here I thought one kiss would do for the entire house,” she laughed. “Hmm. Well, okay then, how about for each box you fill, I take off one piece of clothing. Does that work?”
His smile widened. He took her hand and gently guided her to his old bedroom. “Now, that’s a deal…but as a bonus, when they’re all off, I get that kiss. Sound fair?”
“More than fair,” she said.
“Great. Prepare to reward me,” he said before turning to stride into his mother’s bedroom. Grabbing a box, he quickly but carefully began packing up his mother’s things.
Ten minutes later, done with the first box, he strode into his room, where Jill was carefully putting his various trophies and frames in a box. She whipped around at the sound of his voice. “Wow. Really? That was fast?”
“Like I said, I’m motivated.”
“Well, you know what they say…” She stood. “Patience,” she said, unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, “is a virtue.”
“Virtues are for schmucks. I want my reward.”
“My, my, you are rough around the edges, aren’t you?” She gave him a playful look. “Maybe I should button this back up and start with my shoes instead.”
“No! I was kidding.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Go ahead…but slower this time.”
She rolled her eyes and undid the next button, then the next, until he could see the lace trimmings of her red bra against her pale skin.
Cole whistled. “Yeah baby, that’s it. Take it off.”
She blushed but didn’t stop moving. She turned around and wiggled her ass, then turned back and swayed for him. When she got to the last button and let the blouse slip halfway down her arms, he took in the sight of her bare shoulders and plump, rounded breasts and felt himself get instantly hard. He didn’t know how he’d stand several more boxes worth before he got to touch her again. When she finally removed the whole blouse, she twirled it around on her finger and tossed it at him. He caught it, bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply. “Can I have my bonus early?”
Standing there in a red lace bra and jeans, with her hair slightly askew, thanks to the dancing and undressing, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Yet even while practicing the art of seduction, and doing a damned good job of it, there was something sweet and innocent about her. It turned him on more than anything—the contrast and contradictions that made her a puzzle he’d probably never solve.
She wrinkled her nose. “Let me think…um…no. You may have your bonus when you’ve earned it,” she said in her teacher voice.
He had to admit, the voice turned him on. What would she do next? Make him sit in time out? Cole groaned. “Why is it you sound like a school teacher but look like a femme fatale?”
She grinned and then went back to packing, but only after shooting him a challenging look.
With a grin and a shake of his head, Cole went back to his mother’s bedroom. In no time, he’d packed another two boxes and was back in his room. By the time he sat on the bed this time, she was already out of her jeans and standing in her bra and panties, a pretty flush warming her skin. “I guess I should have layered today,” she said.
“I disagree,” he said, reaching out to caress her sides. “Now you owe me one more article of clothing. The question is…top or bottom?”
She reached back and unhooked the bra, sending a shiver down his back, but she held fast to it, letting only the straps fall to her sides. He thought it was both amazing and arousing that less than an hour after he’d stroked and licked and sucked her breasts, she could still be shy about baring herself to him. “You’re gorgeous, Jill. Show me your pretty breasts and toss me your bra.”
With a coy smile, she did. Taking in the sight of her, all dainty curves, creamy flesh, and tight pink nipples, he groaned harshly.
He rubbed the delicate lacey material between his fingers. “Can I have my bonus now?”
“Nope, you have one more box to go.”
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and considered kissing her to get her to change her mind. But by the flush on her face and the intensity in her eyes, she was enjoying their game. Drawing things out. So was he. He opened his eyes, stood, caressed her cheek with his fingertips, then turned on his heel to return to pack. Ten minutes later, he had finished stuffing a box full of his mother’s yarn, knitting needles, and miscellaneous sewing paraphernalia.
“Oh, Jill,” he called, more than ready for the finale.
She turned from clearing out his dresser. “Yes? Oh…your payment. Yes, right away,.” Smiling, she stopped what she was doing, stuck her fingers into the side bands of her panties, then shimmied her hips and slowly pulled them off.
“Wait!” he said, twirling his fingers. “Would you turn around?”
With a sexy little glance over her shoulder, she did as he asked. “Like this?”
“Yeah, just like that. Do that little dance for me while you pull them off…and go really, really slow.”
She giggled again. And wiggled again. When she finally slipped her panties off, she was bent over, giving him a titillating view of how wet she was.
“Beautiful…” His dick throbbed, knowing this was turning her on as much as it was him.
Instantly, he wanted to forget their little game, keep her bent over just like that, and touch her until she screamed. Somehow, he managed to maintain control.
He let out a heavy groan. “Damn! I’m glad I have a strong heart. Now about that bonus…”
She immediately walked up to him and he enfolded her in his arms. He took her mouth with his, nearly knocking the wind from his own lungs. She sucked in a deep breath as he pressed his tongue against the seam of her lips. They fell open, and his tongue delved inside.
She was like dark chocolate, smooth and velvety. His tongue caressed every inch of her wet, inviting mouth. His head spun. He could think of nothing but the intoxicating taste of her soft lips, delighting in the way her breaths quickened to match his own.
His hands wandered over her luscious body, along the sides of her breasts, across her delicate waist, and down to her hips. He tugged her against him, letting his erection press against her. He caressed one round, firm cheek with his left hand. His right hand cupped her breast.
She brought a hand to his chest and stepped back. Still dazed and panting hard, her chest heaving, she said, “Wait...you’re cheating.”
He pressed his forehead against hers. “Cheating? Me? I would never.”
“Your bonus was a kiss.”
“And what a nice bonus it was. But I was thinking…it looks like you’ve packed what…three boxes of your own?” He glanced at the full boxes sitting next to his old double bed.
She gave him a suspicious look. “Yeah, what about it?”
“Well, I think you deserve a bonus too, don’t you?”
She pretended to consider his words. “I suppose it depends. What did you have in mind?”
He grinned, and his eyes roved her entire body from head to toe. “I’ve got a lot of things in mind. And I think you’re going to enjoy them all. How about I show you?” Gently, Cole pressed her back against the wall and slid his hand down between her legs. He ran his fingers slowly along her slit, causing her to gasp. He kissed her neck, letting his fingers linger on the hood of her clit, pressing just a bit but not too much.
She moaned but still hesitated. “I don’t know about this. I’m not sure this was part of the…” She caught her breath. “Deal.” He slid one finger inside of her and bit down gently on the tender flesh above her shoulder. “Oh, never mind.”
Cole smiled against her neck. He loved it. Loved her reactions, loved the way she felt wrapped around his finger. He looped his arm around her waist and pulled her up against his chest, then he bent his head slightly and pressed his lips to hers for a sweet kiss. Slowly, he drew his lips across hers and lifted up just slightly so he could see her face. Her eyes were closed. She gasped every time he pulled his finger out and gasped again when he slid it back in.
A moan rose from his throat and he nuzzled his face into her hair. “Mmm, you smell good. And feel good. And taste good.” Gently, he shifted his hold until she was steady on her feet. Then he took her hand. “Thank you for my reward. I don’t want to take more than you intended. I can go back to packing…”
His words trailed off when Jill shook her head and lifted the hem of his shirt. Raising his arms above his head, he allowed her to strip the shirt of him.
“Jill?”
“I want you to fuck me, Cole,” she said, her voice assertive. Hungry. “Fuck me here in your fantasy lair.”
His eyes almost crossed at her erotic words. “My fantasy lair?” he gasped.
“Yes, I’m sure you must’ve fantasized about her…” Jill pointed to the hot blonde on the Harley. “And her…” Then to the brunette across a candy apple red Ferrari.
Cole managed a shaky laugh.
“I feel so honored,” Jill said, sitting on his dark blue bedspread. “So pretend I’m your fantasy, Cole,” she whispered, leaning back on her elbows. “Pretend I’m one of those girls from your posters. What are you going to do to me?”
“Well, let’s see.” His mouth came down on hers again for another slow, sensual kiss. “There’s that for starters.” A tremor seemed to start low in her body and work its way up. Cole pulled her close and lifted her up higher on the double bed, placing her against the pillows.
As he leaned over her, she wrapped her legs around his torso to keep him close. “I should make you beg for it tonight,” Jill said, kissing his collarbone.
“You do without realizing it,” he said. “You drive me crazy. I think about you when you’re not around and I immediately get hard.” Pulling away from her, Cole trailed kisses down her chest and stomach. Then he maneuvered around to kiss up one of her legs and down the other, pausing only to lightly breathe on her mound. He repeated the process again and again, blowing lightly on her core until she was dripping, arching her body up towards his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her, making her cry out and grab his head. When he finally ran his tongue between her aching lips, he hummed against her.
Jill squirmed and gyrated against his mouth, one hand grabbing his hair. He continued humming and licking, using his lips, mouth, and breath until her legs pressed against his face. Finally, her back sprang off the bed as an orgasm rocked through her.
He waited until the waves of her release subsided then let out a big smile. “I love watching that,” he said, rising to his knees and admiring her naked body.
She gazed back at him through dreamy eyes, taking in the details of his tattoos and muscles in the dim light of the hallway. Slowly, she slid her hand down her stomach and touched herself, feeling the wetness of her climax, watching the way he sucked in his breath and bit his lip. He was hard and ready but she made him wait, teasing him.
He shook his head. “Okay, I’m begging. I want you. I need to feel myself buried in your pussy, and what you’re doing…it’s driving me crazy.”
“Tell me how bad you want me.”
“I’ll show you.” He leaned down to watch close-up as she rubbed her clit, then he leaned even closer to slide his tongue into her.
Jill lost it, coming again, her back arched. She fell back, dizzy and panting, while Cole ripped off the rest of his clothes and rolled on a condom. Cole covered her body and held himself just above her until she opened her eyes and stared. He waited until she was looking at him, drunk from desire, and entered her in one, long push.