Hungry For More(9)

She buries her face in my neck and I feel her lips there as she tries to smother the sounds she’s making. For just a moment it looks like she’s leaning over to tell me something, but when I put a third finger inside her she comes undone.

“There she is,” I whisper in her ear when I feel the release coat my fingers. “That’s my girl.” Those words feel so right.

I lean back and look into her eyes and see how soft she is right now. I’m still hard as a diamond and making a mess in my boxer briefs, but I have the overwhelming urge to cuddle her.

“I knew you’d be so pretty when you came for me,” I say as I lean in and press my lips to her ear. “Tonight, when I sneak in your room, I want you to be just as quiet.”

“Sorry about that,” Brian says as he sits back down in his seat.

I pull my fingers from her warmth and lean back in my seat. While Brian is cutting his own steak, I look over at Sage who watches me swipe my fingers across my lips and lick them to taste her. Her release is tangy sweet on my tongue and it does absolutely nothing to ease my need for her. All it does is make me desperate to have her all alone.

“How is it?” Brian asks as he smiles up at the two of us.

“Fucking delicious,” I answer and then grab my own knife and fork.

“This might be the most I’ve ever seen you smile, Jensen. We’ll have to have you around more often,” Brian says, shaking his head.

“Definitely,” I agree then wink at Sage.





Chapter Five





Sage





I’m a nervous wreck. My stomach is in knots and I’m shaking, but I swear I’m completely drenched between my legs. I’m lying here in the dark dying of anticipation and I don’t know how I’m going to calm down.

We left the restaurant and I could hardly walk much less talk. Jensen and Brian went back and forth about projects and code, but I didn’t pay any of it any attention. The only time I opened my mouth was to protest when Jensen tried to pull me into the backseat again. I told them I was afraid of getting car sick when really, I just needed to breathe.

Everything he did and said to me got me hot. I’m ashamed at how easily I let him take over, but I’d never felt so pulled to anyone before and it was overwhelming. I’m not ready for a man like Jensen, but how could anyone be? He’s a force of nature, like a hurricane, and there’s no stopping him. His touches were filthy, but there was tenderness in them. His words were obscene but said with an easy smile. He uses his cocky charisma to get what he wants, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t play right into it. I thought I put up a pretty good fight, but in the end, I crumbled.

After we got home I had to rush to my room to change my panties. I put on big baggy sweats thinking I wanted to be comfortable, and I didn’t care what Jensen thought. But as I was making more cookies, he snuck up behind me in the kitchen and pressed himself against me. I felt every hard inch of him from behind as he snaked his hand around my waist and up my sweatshirt. It was then I realized my mistake and how easily he could touch me in the loose clothing. When his hand covered my breast, I gasped right before he put his hand over my mouth.

He was there fondling me and getting me worked into a frenzy, then he was gone. By the time I jerked around to see where he went, he was taking a bite of a cookie and winking at me as he walked back into the living room where he was working with Brian.

I close my eyes tightly as my thighs rub together thinking about it. He just walked in and took what he wanted before leaving me breathless and unable to think straight. How can he keep doing this to me? Why do I love it?

I tried to avoid the living room because I knew if I went in there, I might just jump on him to find some relief. But when Brian said he put on A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving I groaned. We’ve watched it together every year since I was a kid and I couldn’t turn him down. It’s our tradition, and this year was no exception. Other than the fact that I was going to have to do it while being the horniest I’d ever been in my life.

When I walked in with a bowl of popcorn, the lights were off and the movie was starting. Brian was in the recliner and Jensen was laid out on the couch with a big blanket over him. I was about to sit on the floor until Jensen snagged my waist and pulled me down beside him.

Before I knew what was happening he had me under the blanket with his hand down my sweats and on my ass. He played with the edge of my panties as I tried to concentrate on the movie. I know the whole thing by heart, but in that moment, I couldn’t tell you a word of it.

The scent of Jensen surrounded me, and he had changed into a T-shirt and shorts. The feel of his strong chest under the material made me wonder what it would be like on top of me and then my body flared with need that sent me into a state of emergency.

I kept looking over at Brian, who fell asleep about five minutes into the movie. Jensen could have done more, and I could have pushed him to take it further, but neither of us did. Instead it was this growing, living, breathing thing between us that was getting out of control.

As soon as the credits began, I jumped up and Brian woke with a start. I announced quickly that I was going to bed as I dashed from the room. I kept needing space from Jensen, but now that I’ve got it, the anticipation of when I’ll lose it again is driving me crazy.

I stripped down when I came to bed thinking I was going to be bold. I’d be here naked when he walked in and he would know that I mean business. But then I got scared and jumped up and put my sweats back on. After a few minutes lying under the blanket I got hot and decided to compromise and kick off just my pants.