TWELVE
DARRELL SEEMED TO BE WORKING more than before. Not that I was complaining, but I had never had great luck in my shitty life, so I considered myself lucky on the nights when he would call and say he’d be working late.
We both knew he wasn’t working. Darrell was drinking himself to death. I wasn’t sure what it was that was sending him over the edge, but I was sure he was clueless I was fucking his wife.
At least, I hoped he was.
Not that it mattered.
What was the worst that could happen?
He’d kick her out?
Again, that would be lucky for me.
So we enjoyed the nights when Darrell was “working late.”
On those nights, Jane and I would eat a romantic dinner alone before crashing on the couch to watch some of my favorite cartoon characters. About an hour in, I’d make my move, and before long, she’d be beneath me while I fucked my name from her plump lips and unloaded deep inside her just the way she liked it.
We never used protection, and I guess maybe I should have wondered about that, but every time I even mentioned it, she would say having me come inside her was her favorite part.
It didn’t bother me one bit.
What was the worst that could happen?
She’d get pregnant.
Maybe if I knocked her up, I could keep her.
Then again, I remembered Deloris telling me the Jepsons couldn’t have children, which was why I was living under their roof and having the best time of my life with the lady of the house.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, drawing a line with my fingertip down between her perky tits.
“You must be blind.” She giggled. “Now you, on the other hand,” she said, turning me onto my back and straddling my hips. “You’re the beautiful one.”
Her lips skimmed my chin before she kissed my jawline and then my lips.
Combing her fingers through my thick hair, her nails scratched against my scalp as she fisted a handful of my dark locks and pulled tight.
I growled.
I never thought I’d love pain mixed with my pleasure, but it was my favorite part.
Her biting.
Pulling my hair.
Digging her nails into my flesh.
Once, she’d drawn blood, and I came harder than I ever had before.
“I see just fine. You’re fucking gorgeous, baby. So you think I’m beautiful, huh?” I flirted, rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs.
My dick was already throbbing hard. It seemed to stay that way for Jane.
She wiggled beneath me, lining my hard cock up with her wet slit. Grinning up at me, she pulled my hair harder before forcing my mouth against her erect nipple.
I sucked, releasing the bud with a pop, and then sucked harder, marking her with my mouth.
I closed my teeth around the pink tip and pulled until she arched her back and my name slipped between her parted lips.
“Sebastian.”
I loved watching her face change with the heat of my mouth and the touch of my fingers. I slipped my hand between her smooth thighs, finding her slippery nub with my fingertip. I didn’t stop until she was trembling beneath me and screaming my name.
I had no idea a woman could have so many orgasms, but Jane could. She’d taught me the codes to her body, and I entered those codes for her release every chance I got.
I was jealous.
While I was completely capable of going a few rounds myself, I always needed at least twenty minutes between each time.
Jane, on the other hand, needed seconds. Sometimes, when I fucked her especially well, she’d have multiples. Those were my favorite.
Afterward, we lay together, and I watched her sleep in my arms. She glowed like a goddess in the lamplight, her glistening skin shining like priceless diamonds.
Her skin wasn’t as supple as the young girls who’d let me touch them, but it was better. Better because I was in love with the woman I was touching.
It had been a little over a month, but I’d known from the very beginning that I was falling. I couldn’t and I wouldn’t deny the feelings I had for her. She’d done things to me no other person ever had, touched me the way no young, inexperienced girl could.
Jane had taught me the most valuable lessons, and I was only too willing to use those lessons on her in hopes that one day—if she didn’t already—she would love me the same.
My life before her was one shitstorm after another, and I had more ups and downs than I cared to admit, but I was where I finally belonged. I’d lost a lot in my life, but all of it was worth it just to have her in my arms.
I’d never felt more at home anywhere else.
Soon, I dozed off myself, and it wasn’t long until Jane was pushing against my shoulder to wake me.
“Time to get up,” she said, peeling the covers back and revealing her naked skin.
A small tattoo of a butterfly on her hip had begun to age and fade, but it only added to her appeal.
“Five more minutes,” I said, pulling her back into my arms and onto the bed.
“Sebastian,” she whined, pulling against my hold.
She turned and pushed against my chest as she hurried and climbed from my bed to dress.
“I love your stamina, believe me, I do, but you’ve worn me out.” She laughed, but it sounded off … forced.
Something was up.
She already had her T-shirt back on, and I knew there was no talking her back to bed once she was completely dressed, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to at least try.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stood, letting the blankets fall to the ground.
“Are you going to leave me like this?” I pointed at my semi.
Her eyes moved down my body before she closed the distance between us. Her fingers were cool as they wrapped around my length. She moved her finger over the pearl-size drop at the head, smoothing it over me.
My breath hissed between my teeth, and I pulled her to me, my mouth coming down hard on hers. Her fingers tightened around me, and she sucked my tongue into her mouth the way I wanted her to suck my cock into her mouth.
But then she was gone, falling back a few steps and putting space between us.
“Stop it, Sebastian,” she warned and hurried to finish getting dressed.
“Stop what? Making you wet? You love when I make you wet. Five minutes, baby, that’s all I’m asking for.”
“We can’t,” she insisted, checking her flawless face in the mirror above my dresser. “In five more minutes, he’ll be home. Do you want him to catch us this way?” she asked.
Honestly?
I kind of hoped he would catch us. Maybe then he would leave us be, and I could have her all to myself.
She’d promised me she’d quit fucking him, too, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew that would never happen as long as she lived under his roof. It killed me knowing that across the hall he was invading what was mine—knowing he was doing all the things to her that I wanted to do.
I couldn’t take it.
It wasn’t going to be long before I finally snapped.
“Let’s not ruin this for five minutes when you’ve had me all afternoon,” she said, patting the side of her freshly fucked hair down.
“It’s not enough, Jane.” I came up behind her, slipping an arm around her waist and moving her long hair to the side. I sucked hard on the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck, hoping to leave a noticeable mark.
“Sebastian!” she scolded, pulling away.
She pushed me away before turning toward the mirror.
“You know the rules. No marks.” She examined her neck in the mirror, rubbing at the red blotch I’d left. “He’d shit bricks if he saw one.”
“So what?” I snapped angrily.
She met my eyes in the mirror and frowned. “What do you mean, so what?” She turned around and put her hands on her hips. “We have a good thing going. Why are you trying to ruin it?”
We had a good thing going?
I wanted to ask her what kind of thing we had going, but I didn’t want to sound needy and stupid—I didn’t want to embarrass myself.
Part of me knew she loved me, too, even though she had yet to tell me, but another part of me thought maybe she’d cut and run if I pushed for more. That was the last thing I wanted.
“I’m not.” I shrugged as I fell back on my bed. “It’s just … I don’t like sharing you with him. It’s driving me fucking crazy thinking of you fucking him at night. You should be in my bed … not his.”
Her face softened, and she moved between my legs and cupped my cheeks in her soft palms. “You know I care about you, Sebastian.”
“But you still sleep in bed with him every night. You still fuck him. I hear you from across the hall!” I pointed at my bedroom door, which was almost directly across from theirs. “I can’t stand it, Jane. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. Knowing he’s touching you—knowing he’s inside you.”
“Sebastian.” She said my name sweetly.
She tried to look me in the eyes, but I turned my head. Looking at her made me weak, and at that moment, I needed to hold my ground.
“Look at me, Sebastian,” she cooed, knowing I couldn’t resist anything she asked of me.
Her tiny hands pressed firmly into my cheeks, forcing me to look at her.
“I only do it so he doesn’t get suspicious. Plus, I think of you when I’m with him. He doesn’t touch me the way you touch me.”
Her fingers found my wrist, and she pulled my hand to her ribs, slowly moving it up to cup her breast through her shirt. I felt her hard nipple beneath my fingers, so I pinched it hard, making her cry out.
“He doesn’t make me respond like that. He doesn’t know my body the way you do, Sebastian. I fake it with him. I promise.”
She moved her lips over mine, and her sweet breath filled my parted lips until she was all I could taste.
“You’re mine,” I said against her mouth, pulling her closer to me.
She pulled away and nodded.
“You’re right,” she said, taking another step back.
She lifted the long T-shirt she was wearing until I could see the bare skin of her pussy. “Now, hurry and come fuck me like I’m yours. Show me what you can do in five minutes.”
I’d asked for five more minutes, but I had her screaming in two.