Second Go-Round Page 3

  The limo slowed, thank Christ, and I pulled my hand from beneath her shirt. “Are we there?”

  She blinked and glanced out the window over my shoulder, releasing her hold on my cock. “Yes.”

  I didn’t wait for the driver, but grabbed the black bag off of the seat in front of me and opened the door.

  He rounded the front of the car as I held out my hand for Christine, a crooked grin on his lips. “Want me to wait?” he asked quietly.

  “Don’t bother,” I mouthed in reply as Christine climbed out.

  She didn’t spare either of us a glance, but started toward the building housing her condo, her hand grasping mine.

  “Have a good evening,” the driver called out, a smile in his voice.

  I had every intention of it, but Christine answered for me. “Oh, we will, Ricky. Thanks for the ride.”

  His chuckle followed us up the short walkway to her building.

  Fingers still clamped around mine, Christine punched in the code for the front entrance and strode toward the elevator. Already resting on the ground floor, the doors slid right open. I followed her swaying ass into the enclosure. She punched the three button, and the second the doors closed us in, I dropped the black bag and pulled her against me.

  Our mouths came together in a rush, greedy and unrelenting in the need to delve deeper. I pressed her against the wall, my hands on the globes of her ass, my cock straining to feel her flesh.

  The ding of the elevator door couldn’t come fast enough.

  Face flushed and eyes flashing, Christine smiled at me. “Ready for round one?”

  “I’ve been ready since the second I saw you humping the air on that dance floor.” I grabbed the bag off the floor and followed on her heels as she made for the door at the end of the hall.

  She released her hold on my hand to retrieve the keys from her purse, and I fished the conveniently stashed condom from my back pocket. We stepped into her condo, but I didn’t waste any time. I dropped the bag, unzipped my fly, and sheathed my cock in record time as she flicked on the light and placed her purse on a little table a few feet away.

  I grabbed and spun her in my arms, our mouths colliding once more. Christine wasn’t a small woman, but I had no difficulty grabbing the fleshy globes beneath her skirt and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I slammed her none too gently against her front door at the same time I buried myself balls deep in her tight cunt.

  She ripped her mouth from mine and banged her head back against the door as she arched her back. “Fuck.”

  Hard and fast, she’d said. Arms in a vice around her soft curves, I pulled out and rammed back in, my mouth latching onto the top of the jiggling flesh of her cleavage. Fuck no marking. I bit hard enough to leave indents. Sucked with the intent of bruising her skin.

  “You feel so fucking good, Christine.” I growled and licked up her neck, the sweet scent of honeysuckle coating the back of my throat and nose. “So. Fucking. Good.” I grunted each word with a thrust as my fingertips dug into her ass cheeks.

  She groaned, head tipped back and eyelids clenched shut. “Harder. Yes … right there. Oh God…”

  “Like that, do you?” I grunted with every push to go deeper, on the verge of losing it as her legs squeezed my waist, her soaked cunt clenching around me.

  “Fuck, yes!”

  My hips moved on their own in my cock’s need to split her in half. “I want your cunt to squeeze the life from me. I want your cum dripping off my balls.”

  She smashed her mouth into mine, teeth clashing and tongues dueling as our bodies slammed together. A whined moan started deep in her chest, and she whimpered twice against my lips before she convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on me, her juicy cum dripping down over my tight balls just like I’d wanted.

  “Christ.” The word tore from my lips as my climax roared through my body, my cum spurting into the condom with every wild movement of my hips. “So fucking good,” I growled the words on my last thrust.

  We gasped for breath, our foreheads resting against each other as the last spasm rocked my body.

  “Fucking fantastic,” Christine moaned the words and squeezed her inner muscles around my cock again.

  I groaned, wishing like hell I could have lasted longer—fucked her until sweat dripped off my body and my legs gave way.

  One last shudder rippled through her as she sighed, and I lifted her off my softening cock. “You okay?”

  She grinned, her green eyes sparkling in the entryway light. “Never better. Beer?”

  “Yeah.”

  Shimmying her skirt back down her thighs, she stepped around me as though she hadn’t just gotten fucked hard—and too damn fast. “Bathroom’s at the end of the hall.”

  My gaze glued to her ass while I yanked my jeans back up from my ankles just high enough I wouldn’t trip while making my way to the bathroom. I wouldn’t have to worry about her getting all clingy or cuddly like some clients, I thought as she kicked off her heels and opened the fridge. A frown furrowed my brow, but I headed to the bathroom to unsheathe myself and clean up.

  She handed me an unlabeled bottle of home brew when I returned to the kitchen, lifting the brow I’d forced to relax while washing my hands in the bathroom.

  “You brew your own beer?” I asked.

  “Every couple of months over at my dad’s.” Her dazzling smile hit me like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, and I stared as she sashayed into the living room and bent to retrieve the clicker off the coffee table.

  Fuck. Me.

  I blinked and lifted the cold bottle, needing like hell to clear my head. The hoppy, bitter brew slid down my throat, cool and refreshing. “Damn. That’s good beer.”

  “Thanks.” She tossed a flirty wink over her shoulder before sitting on the couch. “You just gonna stand there all night?”

  Lift one foot then the other, I reminded myself as a sports announcer started in on the day’s highlights.

  “Are you shitting me?” I asked, collapsing onto the couch beside her and nodding my head toward the TV.

  “What?”

  “Home brew and sports?”

  “Two of my favorite pastimes.”

  “You are shitting me.”

  Christine swigged her beer, her gaze on the wide-screen hanging on the wall across from us. “Nope.”

  Her profile snagged my attention, and I ignored the drone of the announcer’s voice. Barely there makeup. Naturally arched eyebrows—none of that fake line shit. Flushed cheeks and moisture-coated lips.

  “Goddamn it,” Christine scowled.

  “What?” I glanced at the screen.

  “Gronk definitely won’t be back for tomorrow’s game.”

  “They told us that earlier in the week,” I said, lifting my beer and forcing my attention to the update on the Pat’s lineup for their game against the Steelers.

  “A girl can hope, though. It’s going to be a tough game. Pittsburgh has the same undefeated record as us.”

  “3-0,” we both said at the same time.

  Christine cast a smile my way, and goddamn, did I feel like the sun shone down from the heavens.

  “You’re beautiful,” I heard myself say.

  “So are you.”

  My own smile twisted. “I’ve never been called beautiful before.”

  “Oh please.” She ran a hand through my hair and down along my jaw, her fingertips tracing my lips before dropping back to her lap. “I’ve never seen a prettier man. God created Theo James, tweaked the mold, and made pure perfection with you. I’m sure he had no choice but to crush that mold once you emerged.”

  I laughed. “You’re funny.” A deep pull on the beer in my hand, and I felt myself settling back on earth.

  “It’s true.”

  My lingering smile faded as hers did, our gazes locked. A buzz started up in my ears as my cock twitched in my jeans again.

  “You are so fucking hot, it’s sinful,” Christine said. “No man has ev
er made me come that hard. Shit. Even my knees were knocking.”

  I tilted my head, still holding her gaze. “You seemed to stroll away from it without any difficulty.”

  She snorted and tipped her beer up for a swig. “I am master of my body and rarely let people see what I’m feeling.”

  “You’re a challenge.”

  Light laughter jiggled those lush breasts. “I have been called that, yes.”

  “You know what I think?”

  She swallowed another mouthful of beer. “Hmm?”

  I put my beer on the coffee table, took hers from her hand, and placed it beside mine. “I think I’m up for the challenge.”

  Christine

  “Ready to go again already?” I asked with a smirk as Jarod stood.

  “Hmm. I could stay hard for you all night long.”

  The heat in his gaze swept like a brush fire through my blood, alighting every inch of my body with need. My smile faded and I swallowed. This man is so damn dangerous … he’s going to ruin me for life.

  He tugged me off the couch and bent, lifting me into his arms as though I weighed no more than a twenty-pound dumbbell.

  I half-assed smacked at his shoulder. “You’re going to throw your back out.”

  “Hardly.”

  He strode across the living room as I ran my hand over his rock-hard pecs, thoughts of round two flicking through my brain. Slow … until I begged, I had requested. “Seriously, put me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

  “Christine, the last thing you are is heavy.”

  I pressed my lips tight rather than argue. The “freshman ten” or so I’d gained in my college years still clung like a stubborn bitch in all the wrong places, and every couple weeks, no matter how much bunny food I ate or didn’t eat, another pound or so found its way to my thighs or boobs.

  “You’ve got the curves of a winding country road,” he said, his voice low and sexy, “and I’m going to take my time exploring every twist and turn. Seeing the sights. Breathing in the scents.”

  His words shut up every thought in my head. My chest tightened, and I forced myself to focus on his body. Sweaty, torturous sex. The orgasm sure to eventually rip through me. God, did I want him. I nipped his jaw, my tongue drawing lazy circles down his neck as I breathed in his musky cologne. He would find a sopping mess between my thighs, and I couldn’t wait.

  Soft and gentle, he laid me on my bed. I propped on my elbows as he peeled off his shirt, my mouth drying and flooding almost immediately with drool. Wide shoulders, the thick pecs I’d caressed, rippling muscles down his abs, and the luscious V of muscles at his waist.

  “Fuck me,” I breathed, my fingers itching to touch.

  “Oh, I have every intention of doing just that.” The gravel in his low tone pulsed my pussy with the need to be defiled in every way imaginable.

  I felt the heat of his stare on my face, but couldn’t tear mine from his fingers as they flicked open his button and pushed his jeans down. Hard, thick, and ready to fuck—just the way I liked them. Drool coated my tongue as I reached for him.

  Jarod captured my hand. “Maybe later,” he said, releasing his hold and grasping the edges of my shirt.

  By habit, I sucked in my stomach as the shirt lifted over my head, baring my flabby belly. Laying down always flattened everything out—except for my huge boobs that threatened to take up residence in my armpits.

  He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my skirt, and I lifted my hips as he pulled.

  “You’re so fucking delightful.”

  I snorted on laughter. “Who the hell says delightful?”

  His dark gaze captured mine, tightening my chest again. Wariness crept around the edges of my brain, and I visualized locking my heart up behind ten feet of steel against the smooth words from a paid escort.

  “There’s no other word to describe you.”

  The sincerity in his tone kept me from snorting again. Danger with a capital D. “Do you say that to every woman Elite tells you to fuck?” I hadn’t meant for the words to come out so … so blunt.

  His brow furrowed for a split second. “No. I don’t. And,”—he climbed up over my body on his hands and knees—“you’ve got nothing to feel insecure about. You’re the kind of woman a man could get lost in. Those eyes. Those tits … juicy cunt and long legs.”

  Already primed and ready to rock, I grabbed ahold of his shoulders and tried to pull him down against me.

  “Patience.” He chuckled and placed his palm between my breasts, pressing me flat.

  With a huff, I did as told, and he rewarded me with his lips against mine, allowing me to taste his sinful, luscious mouth again. Hops and underlying sweetness of something I couldn’t name but wanted to devour laced his breath.

  I moaned against his lazy, exploring tongue, ready to get to the begging part. Shivers rippled through me, pebbling my skin with goose bumps as his lips trailed along my jaw down to the hollow of my throat.

  He finally lowered himself, settling on his elbows and filling his hands with my boobs, lifting them close together. “I’ve never seen such perfect tits.”

  I breathed in, ready to snort, but he closed his mouth over one hardened nipple, and I groaned instead, my hips moving against him as my ankles locked around his back.

  I’d always had super-sensitive nipples. Even came once without the guy touching more than my boobs. He hadn’t known how to use his cock, though, and ended up disappointing in the finale.

  Jarod, though… God. I gasped and arched as he bit down. “Harder.”

  He pinched both nipples, feathering kisses down one side of my boob. “Like a little pain?”

  “Mmm.”

  Both boobs pressed together, he ran his tongue across my nipples. “Ever play with nipple clamps?”

  I shook my head and pushed his head back to my boobs.

  He bit down on both nipples at the same time.

  “Oh, fuck!” Pain zinged through my boobs, arching my back again and sizzling into sheer need as the tingles raced to my clit. “I’m going to come.” I gasped and ground my pelvis against his hard stomach.

  He released my nipples and slid lower, open-mouth kisses leaving a trail of dampness along my rib cage and navel.

  I whined a complaint, but anticipation of where his talented mouth approached kept me from begging too soon.

  Too damn slowly, he maneuvered lower down my body, coming to a rest between my thighs.

  “Pure heaven,” he murmured against the bare skin of my pubic bone.

  I lifted my hips, and he gathered my ass in his hands, his tongue sliding over my tight, throbbing nub and down through the center of my swelled lips. He licked and lapped, but my body replenished every drop of arousal he swallowed.

  Arms overhead and eyes clenched shut, I panted, chest heaving as he took his good old damn time driving me insane. I bit on the inside of my lip as he slid two fingers deep inside of me, my pussy clenching him tight as he flicked my clit with his tongue. He pulled out and pressed forward again, drawing a groan from deep inside of my chest.

  “That’s right.” He flicked my clit again, his fingers torturous in their slow fucking of my pussy. “I want you to come harder than you ever have, Christine,” he whispered against my throbbing nub and curled his fingers.

  Magical fucking spot.

  My back bowed off the bed, but he stopped. Fucking stopped! “Goddamn it, Jarod!” I lifted my hips, glaring at his grinning face between my thighs, my juices coating his lips. “You said you want me to come. Shove those damn fingers back in me.”

  He pinched me. The fucker actually pinched the inside of my thigh.

  “Fuck.” My head fell back again as the pain zinged straight to my clit.

  “I do. Eventually.”

  “Fucker.”

  Jarod chuckled and licked me from asshole to clit, sliding his fingers deep inside of me again while biting down on my nub with just enough pressure to make me gasp but not shy away.

 
; Flick, nibble, curl of the fingers, and retreat. I became a sweating, panting mess, but I bit my lip to keep from begging. I’d never been teased so thoroughly in my life and anticipated coming like never before.

  Jarod groaned between my thighs, and I lifted my head to meet his gaze. “You’re killing me, Christine. I want to be buried deep inside of you. Ask me to fuck you already.”

  Who could say no to such a request? “Fuck me, Jarod.”

  Jarod

  Thank Christ, because I was about ready to blow my load onto her sheets. I crawled up her body, and a breath before I slid in deep, remembered the condom I’d tossed on the nightstand after laying her on the bed.

  So fucking responsive, so fucking vocal, and her liking the slightest bit of pain…

  My hands shook while tearing open the condom.

  “Hurry,” she whispered, her gaze on my hard-as-a-rock, leaking cock.

  Fuck, did I want to, but she wanted slow. And she hadn’t yet begged in the way I wanted her to.

  I settled between her thighs, and she clamped her legs around my waist.

  “Goddamn,” I groaned, pressing into her soaked cunt until she clenched every inch I had to offer. Holding still, I rested my forehead against hers. Didn’t move. Didn’t want to blow too early. Fucking woman swiped away my self-control like a wave against the shifting sand. “You feel so fucking good.” I gyrated my hips, rubbing my pubic bone against her clit.

  “Oh.” Christine arched, her head tilting back.

  I ignored the need in my cock and slowly rocked in and out of her body, tasting her neck. Sliding my tongue along her collarbone, suckling on her ear.

  Her nails scratched down my back, grounding me and giving me the sting of pain to focus on rather than the desire to split her lush body in half.

  Sweat beaded on my brow and my back, but I continued in my slow, torturous thrusts. Wet suction sounds blended with our moans and groans as I pulled out. Pressed in deep. Ground my hips against her.

  Yes, she’d asked me to fuck her, but I needed more.

  Without thought, I captured her mouth. Full-on, open-mouth kissing, tongues fucking with the same slow rhythm of our bodies. I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding her head as her arms and legs grasped at my body.