After Hours (InterMix)(91)
“I’m surprised you’re letting me do this,” he murmured, stroking my hair and watching his fingers. “The way you’ve been on the ward, I figured all this fun was over.” His gaze moved to my eyes.
“You sort of presented it all as a one-time deal. I was just sticking to our unspoken agreement.”
“I don’t remember saying that.”
“I thought it was implied.”
“And I thought we had fun, and kinda hoped we’d do it again. But if you’re strictly a cold-hearted, strings-free sort of feminist, maybe you better get off my lap.”
I smiled. “I could be persuaded to make it a two-time deal. In light of your being such a gentleman about my car troubles.”
He grinned, attention dropping to my mouth. “I guess I better get busy persuading, then.” A soft kiss, then deeper. Then a growl. “Jesus, you smell like a cherry paczki.”
That’d be my Chapstick, but who was I to break his little Polish heart?
As we kissed, my arousal crested from nerves to eagerness, then dropped low, leaving me hungry. Hungry for another taste of helpless Kelly, of that proof that I knew his body, if not his secrets. I bit his lip, then wriggled back on his lap until I made it to my feet. He watched, expectant.
I smiled down at him, a strange sensation in itself. “Stand up and I’ll prove myself a very grateful woman.”
Kelly didn’t need a second invitation. He got to his feet, and I stroked my palms over his shoulders, down his chest and abs to his hips, then dropped to my knees. I heard him blow out a reedy breath, a hiss of dark anticipation. His fingertips grazed my temples, smoothed my curls behind my ears.
I freed his button, my knuckle tracing his erection as I lowered the zipper. Kelly did the rest, easing his jeans and waistband to his hips and fisting the base of his cock. I put my hand over his.
The first time I’d done this, I’d been so intimidated. Now I felt just the opposite—powerful. Capable and eager. I wanted to own his pleasure the way he could own my body with his. Without a trace of misgiving, I let him slip past my lips.
Tension ran through him, a wave of powerlessness clenching his muscles before his groan signaled the return of mean Kelly. I took him deeper, triggering a harsh gasp.
“Good. That’s good.”
Once I found my rhythm, he let his cock go and began softly pumping his hips. Kelly became the world—his smell and the taste of his skin, the faint pulse I felt in my grip, the pained sounds of his breathing. So familiar now, the feel of him; that smooth head, thick shaft, the sweet ache in my jaw.
He gathered my hair in both hands. “Fuck. Nothing in the world looks as perfect as this. I could watch you suck me for hours.” Nasty words, but his voice was strained and soft.
With my mouth I told him, I love this. Let me serve you. For once, I trusted a man would give as good as he got, even after he’d enjoyed his payoff.
I trusted Kelly, and that scared me a little. Skepticism and distrust had been the walls keeping my heart safe, keeping falling for him a convenient impossibility. If I trusted him, was attracted to him, respected him and felt respected in return . . . Fuck, what else did a woman need? But I couldn’t stand to want a man that much, to have it this close—in my f*cking mouth—but know it might all be a tease, a sample of something I couldn’t have, not for real. The idea was too much, so I emptied my head and got lost in the act. In the simplest language, spoken without a single word between our two bodies.
After a couple minutes, he stilled my head. “Enough.”
I eased him from my mouth, looking up with curiosity. He tugged at my arm. “C’mere.”
He helped me to my feet, peeled my shirt up and away a moment later. Big fingers fumbled with my fly, and as he slowly pushed my pants and underwear down my legs, he trailed kisses from my neck to my breasts, my belly and hip. He stood and I kicked my jeans aside, and I let him lead me to the couch, straddling his lap once more. I know this couch already, I thought, the fabric soft under my knees. I know this home and this body. I nearly know the man they belong to.
“We need—”
“Yeah.” He shifted to wrestle his wallet from his jeans. Seconds later he had the condom in place.
Kelly held his cock steady and I took him slowly and deeply, wincing through a brief pang. But the next time he eased inside, the friction was nearly gone, and by the third we were gliding. I found an angle I liked and looped my arms around his neck so my breasts stroked his chest.