Chaser (Dive Bar #3)(72)

She kind of half shrugged, then paused. “I like the shirt because it smells like you too.”

“Look, it’s really hard for me to form words while my dick’s this hard. But…”

Her gaze dropped to my pants. “That is impressive.”

“You get that I think you’re fucking perfect, right?” Damn, her eyes were so pretty. Her tits were even prettier, but I did my best to focus.

“I’m not,” she said. “Appreciate you saying that, though.”

Crazy woman. I took her mouth in a slow kiss while she fumbled with my belt buckle and the rest. Happily, I’d thought to slip a condom into my back pocket just in case. Shows she wasn’t the only person who could be organized. When it came to getting sex with Jean, I’d be happy to itemize and micromanage with the best of them. I ripped open the wrapper, right on time actually. My boxer briefs were shoved down and delicate hands started petting and stroking my already hard dick.

“You’re a bit wider than normal,” she said, staring at me.

“Am I?”

“Mm. I like it.” She leaned in to give me a kiss. “You know, I think about this sometimes. You and me … naked.”

“I think about your pussy constantly.”

She laughed. Such a nice sound.

I widened my stance a bit so she could cup my balls. Oh man, was she good with her hands. Lots of massaging and rolling my balls between her fingers. All surefire fucking winners in the feel-good department. The muscles in my ass tensed and I thrust into her hands, unable and unwilling to stop myself.

“Jean.”

“Want me to go down on you?”

“Let’s save that for later.” I eased her eager hands off of me, rolling on the condom. “Right now, we’ve got a date with this countertop.”

Damn the shirt she had on. It would be sad, but I just might have to throw out every one I owned if the woman was going to start insisting on wearing them during sex. Still, the way its open front fluttered around her breasts was the stuff of dreams. Wet ones, obviously. Letting her nipples play some wildly tantalizing game of hide-and-seek, one moment hidden, the next peeking out at me.

Hands on her waist, I lifted her up and she shuffled her butt along the edge, getting into position. Then her legs were around me and I was pushing into her and I’m pretty sure I saw God. Fucking Jean definitely rated right up there with heaven. I was so hard and she so soft. Her pussy hot and wet as she took me in deep. With her hands on the counter behind her and her head back, the shirt front fell fully open and the maddening game of hide-and-seek was over. Because when I started thrusting into her, there was the most awesome view of her gorgeous tits bouncing.

Also, I’d been right about the counter. Absolutely spot-on perfect fucking height. I needed to buy my brother the builder a bottle of something special as a thank-you gift. Not that he could have possibly known at the time. But still.

“Eric, harder,” she said and I did.

Every time I pulled out her hot sweet cunt clutched at me. Then when I thrust back in, the woman made the most amazing groaning sound. It hit me straight in the balls. I swore up a storm. Dammit. Normally being too quick was not a problem. I prided myself on being able to keep going all night. But all that easy control seemed to go out the window with Jean. I cast around in desperation for some distraction to keep things under control. Needless to say, it wasn’t easy. What I needed was a topic of thought boring enough to quench my excitement a little, important enough that I could actually focus on it despite the ecstatic sensations screaming at me from every nerve ending, but not so stressful or off-putting that my performance would actually suffer. Like I said, not an easy task. I seized upon the latest budget numbers for the bar. Sales had been up for the top-shelf cocktails, and some high-end restocking would have to be done.

Jean groaned again, louder this time. The nipples on her bouncing breasts had gone dark and hard. Crap. All sanity-inducing thoughts of budgets and booze vaporized in an instant. “Not sure this is going to last long.”

My reputation was in ashes.

“Next time, I promise,” I panted. “Much longer.”

“Mmhmm. Don’t hold back.”

Only she was so close, there was sweat on her skin and a flush on her chest. Her legs gripped me tight, but her body gripped me tighter. Skin slapped against skin as I worked us up. But so soon after her last orgasm, she needed a little more help. I wet my other thumb, sliding it in the slick juices covering the lips of her sex. Jean’s clit just might be every bit as pretty as her nipples, all small, round, and hard. I dug my fingers into her hips, hard enough to leave marks. All the better to keep her in place for the good hard fucking we both wanted.

Honestly, I never knew kitchens could be this useful.

My whole body felt electric. Toes curled and muscles tensed. Just a little longer. Her mouth opened and she gasped, coming around me. And all of the pressure in my balls and gut burst free. I slammed my dick into her, once, twice, and it was all over. I’d never come so hard in my life.

World? Gone. Body? Gone too.

It was like there was just me and Jean. Our essences floating around the cosmos or something. Don’t get me wrong, never in my life had I been the least bit fucking spiritual. But sex with Jean seemed to take me to a whole other level. Heaven. Nirvana. Call it what you like.

I came to with my face pressed against her bare belly. At some point, I must have pulled out of her. It was all a blur.