Yes. Now I’m gonna lay here and think about you all night.
She typed.
You were going to do that anyway, right?
He replied.
Yeah, baby. I was.
Her thumbs texted back.
Is that a bad thing?
Her phone chimed.
Only if you’re not doing the same.
She typed.
You know I am. So? What are we gonna do about it?
He replied.
Christ, baby. Quit torturing me.
She grinned and typed.
That comes later, if you’re good.
Her phone was silent for a while and she was afraid maybe she’d pushed him too far. And then it chimed.
Get over here. Now, baby.
She grinned and settled in to wait for the house to quiet down.
*****
Steve pulled his clothes off, dropping them in a pile on the floor of his closet, and then he climbed into bed. He had the sheet pulled to his waist and his arms folded behind his head. He stared at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the shower running and imagining Summer’s naked body under the spray of water. By the time the shower shut off, he was rock hard.
A few minutes later he heard the bathroom door quietly open, and then a moment later, he heard her door open and close softly. He hoped like hell she hadn’t changed her mind. He’d half hoped she’d come to him directly from the shower, her body still damp with only a towel wrapped around her. But she’d gone to her room. Either she was waiting to make sure Jessie was asleep or she’d changed her mind.
That wasn’t happening, by God. He’d go to her, if she didn’t come to his room soon. He gritted his teeth and looked over at the clock. He’d give her five more minutes and then she was getting a midnight visitor.
He lay there a few more minutes and then he heard a creak outside his door. His eyes cut to his doorknob and saw it turning. And then she was slipping through the opening and quickly closing the door softly. She turned to look at him, and he sucked in a breath, swearing the wait had been all worth it as his eyes slid down her body. His arms came down from behind his head and he rose up on an elbow. She must have done some shopping at the mall herself when she’d taken Jessie. She was wearing a black silk kimono and it looked like she had sheer black stockings on under it.
“I got you a surprise when I went shopping. I wasn’t even sure if I’d ever get a chance to wear it, or have the courage to wear it, or-”
“Baby?” he interrupted her.
She pulled in a deep breath. “Yes?”
“Show me,” he ordered and watched her lick her lips. Her hands went to the belt tied at her waist and pulled it free. Then she pulled the edges back and his mouth went dry. His gaze skated down her body and his eyes flamed with desire. She had on a black corset top that pushed up her breasts like a goddamn playboy bunny. Attached garters held up the stockings and a string bikini panty barely covered the rest.
“Christ, is it Christmas? You look like a present standing there waiting to be unwrapped.”
She moved her shoulders and the kimono slid to the floor.
“Get over here, baby,” he growled. He watched her swallow and then she moved hesitantly toward him. When she got within a couple feet of him, his arm snaked out and he clamped his hand around her wrist and pulled her to him and down on his chest as he lay back. His hands slid up over her thighs, hips, waist, and then he was rolling with her until she was on her back and he was looming over her. His hand skimmed over the silk stockings up to the bare thigh at the top. He traced the garter strap and then slipped his finger under it and gave it a snap. He watched her eyes flare. “I think I’m gonna want to do you at least once with these still on, baby.”
Her mouth parted and the tip of her tongue came out to touch her lip. He groaned and his hand glided up over her hip. He paused to toy with the strings of her panty tied in a bow at her hip. “I especially like these.” His eyes moved from the bow to her eyes, and then back as his hand slid up over the corset that nipped in her already tiny waist so tight that as he lay his hand on her stomach his thumb touched one side and his fingertips touched the other. He slid his hand up over the lace and boning until he was cupping her breast. He looked down at the voluptuous cleavage and he dipped his head. The tip of his tongue came out and licked along the very edge of the corset. His fingers curled in the side edge and tugged it down a bit until her nipple popped out and into his waiting mouth. He closed over it, sucking deep. He felt her writhe beneath him, her back arching and giving him better access as her head fell back.
“Oh, God,” she gasped out, her hands reaching for his head, her fingers raking through his hair.
He leaned over her, pressing down on her, knowing she had to feel how hard he was, how ready he was to take her. But he didn’t want to rush this. Not tonight. Not with her looking so goddamn sexy. He wanted to take his time and unwrap every inch of her slowly, tormenting her with his mouth, until she wanted it just as badly as he did. Until she was begging for release.
His mouth blazed a trail to her other nipple, where he repeated his torment, his mouth latching on, pulling deep until she groaned, her hands fisting in his hair. His mouth moved along the mounds of her cleavage, and then his hands fisted in her hair, and he held her head back as his licked and nipped at her neck and the underside of her jaw.
He felt her leg bend and slide along his thigh and hip, her calf and heel hooking around his thigh, pulling him closer. His knee slid between her thighs, spreading her apart as he arched in response, driving his pelvis and cock into her soft mound. He growled as his mouth came down on hers, forcing his way in, lust raging through him and his biceps locked around her.
Her arms slid down his back and her hands ran over the dimples at the base of his spine and then lower over his ass. He felt her hands clench, pulling him even closer. He broke away, tearing his mouth from hers, breathing hard. “Fuck, baby. I wanted to take you slow and easy, but right now all I want to do is take you fast and rough.”
“Yes. Do it.”
He rose up, looking into her eyes. “Later. We’ll get to that, baby. But not yet. Not yet. Want my mouth on you, first.” He moved his hips between her thighs and slid down. His hand went to the tie at first one hip, then the other, pulling the scrap of lacy panty free. And then his mouth pressed kisses down her belly. His arms held her thighs locked apart, spread open for his pleasure. The tip of his tongue skimmed along her cleft and she tried to move under him, attempting to gain more contact, but he held her down, allowing her only what he gave her.
“Steve, please,” she pleaded.
“Gonna take my time. Told you that. And you’re gonna let me.” His eyes lifted to gaze up her body to her face as she lifted her head off the pillow to look down at him. Her breathing was coming fast and hard, almost panting, and he watched her ribcage and breasts rise and fall. “This corset too tight, baby? Can you breathe?”
“Its fine,” she panted.
He grinned, knowing then that it was him making her pant. His mouth dropped down to her again, this time more than just a tease. She smelled so goddamn sweet and she tasted even better. His mouth moved over her again and again until she was thrashing. He built her toward an orgasm, giving her no respite until she crashed over, clutching him and moaning.
When she settled, he slid his muscled body up over her and brushed the hair back from her forehead. “Christ, baby. Gotta stay quiet or you’ll wake Jessie.”
She slapped her hand over her mouth, looking embarrassed and he grinned down at her. “Gonna have to keep that mouth busy, I see,” he teased and then his mouth came down on hers. He rolled until he was on his back and she was straddling his hips, her knees tucked to his ribs. He ran his hands over her stockings, loving the feeling of the silk encased thighs. His hands trailed up to the garter straps. “Never had a woman dress up for me like this. Gotta say, I like it.”
“Really? Never?”
“Nope. Right now, I’m seriously thinking about opening a charge card at whatever store you bought this from.”
She grinned down at him and ran her hands over his chest, down to his abdominals and then lower, to his cock thrusting out toward her. She stroked it, and his eyes slid half closed as he groaned. His arm moved to the nightstand and he grabbed a condom. “Know we kinda screwed up the other night, not using one of these. Sorry about that.”
She swallowed.
“You’re gonna tell me if something comes of that.” It wasn’t a question.
She nodded.
He tore the package open and rolled it on.
“Climb on,” he ordered, his hands tightening at her waist, lifting her. She rose up on her knees and slid him inside. Their eyes held as she lowered slowly onto him. “Christ, baby. So fucking sweet.” One of his hands slid to the side of her neck, his thumb on her jaw, his fingers threaded in the hair behind her ear. He watched her eyes slide closed as she turned into his touch like a cat rubbing against him.
His jaw clenched and his fingers tightened on her scalp. His other hand moved between her legs, his thumb stroking over her. “Ride me,” he commanded her, his hips thrusting up. Her eyes came open to half-lidded and he thought that looked sexy as fuck. “Summer,” he growled in a warning tone, his hips bucking again. She complied, undulating on top of him slowly, slowly.
He growled again, his hand tightening on her neck. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
Her hands fell to his chest as she leaned forward and began to move quicker, rocking against him. His thumb stroked, matching her tempo until she was panting again. “I want you to come for me, baby. Want to feel you let go with me inside you.”
Her rocking became more frantic, until he could hear the bed creaking. He reached over and flipped his stereo on, hoping that would drown out the sound. Praying Jessie couldn’t hear it with the bathroom between their rooms. But to tell the truth, at this point, he didn’t give a fuck.
“Grab the headboard, baby,” he ordered.
She did as he told her, and then she really started to move, arching down over him, her arms stretched above him. He arched up and his mouth clamped on one nipple, sucking deep. She threw her head back and bucked once, twice, and then she went solid for a moment, groaning. He tugged rhythmically on her nipple a few times and she undulated as the reaction rippled through her. Then she was melting down against him and he cradled her in his arms.
He kissed her neck, her ear, and whispered, “We’re not finished, sweetheart.”
She moaned and he grinned against her neck and thrust up into her, his cock still rock solid. Then he rolled, taking her to her back. He lifted up on his arms, and brushed the hair back from her face. His eyes moved over her. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He brushed a kiss on her lips and then threaded his fingers with hers and pinned her hands to the pillow next to her head. And then he began thrusting into her, his eyes never leaving hers. He pounded into her and she urged him on.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he growled, surging into her again and again. She did as he bade, her silk stockings rubbing against his hips and ass. “Fuck, I love those stockings.”
He arched up and dropped his head, his gaze moving down over her body, taking it all in. “Love those garters, too. Love the way they frame your pussy. Exposing all the good parts.”
She moaned and his head came up, his eyes searching hers. “You like that. You like me telling you that.” He grinned and bent his head to her ear. “I can talk dirty to you. Fuckin’ love that you like that, babe.”
He surged into her with a renewed tempo, pulling up slightly to watch the expressions cross her face. Her mouth parted and her eyes closed. His gaze fell to her chest, her cleavage bouncing with every thrust as he rocked against her. His biceps strained as he held his weight off her. “Tilt your hips, sweetheart. Want to go deeper,” he growled.
She complied, moaning as he moved in, angling to drive deep. He held her hands tight to the bed as he pounded into her until finally he went solid and shuddered, groaning. His arms folded as his chest and body came down on top of her. Breathing hard, he released her hands. Going up on his elbows, he slid his fingers into her hair and tilted her face up, kissing her softly, between each raggedly indrawn breath. “So sweet, so goddamn sweet.”
*****
Jessie crept across the yard and was almost to Cary’s front porch when she saw the flare of a cigarette. She came up short, startled. Then she watched the cigarette’s burning ember tip sail over the railing and a dark shadow of a man rise from the rocking chair. He moved the two strides it took him to get to the steps, and then he was pulling her up them. He tossed her up, her thighs coming around his hips. His chest was bare, and she could feel his rock hard muscles close around her. His mouth came down on her, and he carried her inside. Kicking the door shut with his foot, he slammed her against the wall, his hands on her ass, his mouth ravaging hers.
She heard him groan, and then he broke the kiss to growl, “You tease the tiger, you better be prepared to play rough, baby-doll.” Then they were moving again, and he was carrying her through the house to his bedroom. He took them down, her on her back, pinning her to the bed.
She was just as frantic as he was, clutching at him, kissing his jaw, his throat, his chest.
His hand moved to cup her face. “You sure about this, Jess? You’re not tender?”
“Maybe a little, but I don’t care.”
“Baby-”
She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her breast, watching his eyes fall to it. His hand clenched instinctively, kneading the softness. She watched his eyes move over her, taking in the pajama shorts that rode low on her hips, exposing her belly and the matching spaghetti-strap tank that hugged her breasts. She saw the heat flame in his eyes. And then his hand moved from her breasts, drawn to the soft belly exposed to his touch.