Chaser (Dive Bar #3)(63)

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“Later, Eric.”

If only my mouth hadn’t found a bare nipple right about then, I might have been able to resist and figure out the source of worry in her eyes. Or just generally try and make sense of the conversation. Even worse than her breast, though, was when I slid my hand up her leg, getting higher and higher … nothing but bare skin.

“You’re not wearing any panties,” I said, fingers curled around her hip.

“Is that bad?”

“No no no. It’s so damn good, I can’t even…”

Fuck. The lingerie dragged down off her shoulders and hiked up past her hips. I’d figure out what it was about later. Right now, only touching her, making her come, mattered. Honestly, I worked best with only one or two priorities. The way she squirmed when I dragged my tongue across her nipple was exquisite. Only barely surpassed by the hot damp feel of her naked pussy against my boxer briefs. Everything low in my gut drew tight while my balls grew hot and heavy.

Taking it slow might kill me. But it would be a hell of a way to go.

“I don’t want to take it slow either,” she murmured.

So apparently I’d said that last thought out loud. “Huh?”

“Let’s skip third base,” she said.

I slid my knuckles along the seam of her sex. Because not feeling her there immediately was not an option. Her body tensed, her mouth popping open. “Yeah. More.”

“What, here?” I slid my fingers up and down those hot wet lips, making her writhe. Hands clutched at my shoulders and she nodded. Never in my life had I felt something so good. “But third base would be me tasting this sweet pussy.”

The noise she made. Holy hell.

I teased the tight little nub of her clit with my thumb, my heartbeat taking up residency in my dick. She was so slick and perfect. Every reaction, each move she made, fed my need. Maybe all of those years of practice had been about this one moment. The superhuman ability required to please Jean without losing my load. It made a kind of sense. Not that I’d share the thought with her right now. Or possibly anytime in the future.

“Are you sure you don’t want my mouth here?” I asked, pressing a finger into her opening, making her moan even louder.

Thank God Joe had been thorough with the soundproofing. None of the neighbors needed to hear Jean like this. Let alone if we woke the baby. Ada wouldn’t be the only one crying. All of those excited little panting noises, moans, and groans were just for me. Once she was good with one finger, writhing against my hand, I gave her another. With my fingers hooked, I gently rubbed, working her inside and out.

“Or you could come just like this on my hand. Wouldn’t that be good?”

“Eric.” More moaning.

“You know, I could listen to you say my name like that all day.” I nipped at her breast. “Makes me harder than a fucking rock.”

She waved a hand at one of the bedside tables. “Condoms in the top drawer.”

“But, Jean, oral is important.”

“Next time,” she breathed.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stick to the plan?”

Fingers fisted in my hair, pulling it loose and tugging me up to meet her face. “Stop messing around. I mean it.”

“You’re so bossy in bed.” I grinned, staying right where I was. My fingers were in no rush to leave their warm, wet place. “It’s sort of surprising how much. I mean, I know you’re a bit of a control freak and you like shit being organized. But this really goes beyond that. The minute we’re messing around, you turn into like a little sex general. Pushing me against walls, tearing at my clothing, telling me what to do. It’s hot as fuck, sweetheart. Keep it up.”

Her face screwed up, breasts rising and falling at a furious pace on account of how hard she was breathing. “Eric!”

“Condom. Got it.”

First I sucked my fingers clean because sweet treats shouldn’t be wasted. Then I reached for the drawer. Christ, she’d really bought quite the selection of prophylactics. I bet they were even alphabetized. Whatever, the closest ones would do. Off with the underwear and on with the protection and we were good to go.

I dragged the wide head of my cock through the swollen lips of her sex. Just enjoying the sensation and torturing the both of us a little more. No matter how badly I wanted to rush this and get inside her. The black of her eyes was so huge, swallowing the surrounding color. And she had her lips open, a faint sheen of sweat on her skin.

Months of going without, wanting only her, had only made this mean more. Even if we were just friends who had sex. Even if it didn’t mean anything. Doubts might have crept in then, concerns about losing my touch, forgetting how to do this. But no way would I let anything mess this moment up, including my own stupid head.

Slowly, gradually, I pushed in. Any lingering blood in the upper regions of my body rushed straight to my cock at the feel of her body opening for me. The hot clasp of her vagina around my dick. I should write the woman bad poetry. Hell, I probably would.

“You feel so good,” I said, voice low.

Her mouth trembled so I kissed her. Soft lingering kisses, taking my time filling her. It’d been a while for both of us and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her somehow. Not her body, her heart, or her mind. We might have rushed up to this stage, but now was the time to take it easy. When my body finally rested against her, she slowly exhaled.