Vince

Neither of us is willing to put our ass on the line. My heart is thundering, my breathing shallow. I never dreamed Jackie would try to sleep with that jerk tonight. When she showed up angry and spouting all that stuff about how he rejected her, a very big part of me was relieved. I didn’t know how relieved I’d be.

I squeeze her fingers gently and, damn it to hell, I’m going to have to be the one who goes first. She’s vulnerable. As evidenced by her closed posture and the slight shake working down her arms.

“Lex is an asshole and Jaundice isn’t much better,” I state.

She doesn’t pull away from me, so I keep talking.

“If he didn’t want you after you invited him in, then he’s a fucking idiot, because I wouldn’t have to think about my answer if you invited me to your bed.”

Her voice is small when she asks, “You wouldn’t?”

“Try me.”

My cards are on the table. I can’t be any clearer. I wait, regret and anticipation and longing flooding my chest like a toxic mix of chemicals. The seconds of silence that hang in air threaten to choke me.

“Yes.” Her voice is a whisper, her eyelids fluttering as a single tear streaks down her cheek. I’m so flummoxed, I’m positive I didn’t hear her right. Lifting my hand to her cheek, I thumb away the teardrop.

“Say yes again, Butler, and I’ll take you upstairs and thoroughly blow your mind.”

Her mouth curves up at the corner and this time there’s no mistaking the “yes” that rolls off her tongue.

I don’t hesitate.

I slam my lips into hers, walking her toward the stairs as I palm her back with one hand and her head with the other. A needy sound escapes her throat and I’m erect instantly.

My plans this evening were to watch a survival movie, get drunk, and sleep on the sofa. Until just now. Now my plans are…well, they’re unsortable in my head. Just flashes of my mouth on Jackie’s, then my mouth on her body. Her flavor, her cries, the way she feels and moves and tastes.

We reach the stairs in a rush. Jackie’s heel hits the back of the second step and she starts to fall backward. I go with her, earning a slight rug burn on my forearm when I move fast to keep her from bonking her head.

“Told you I was clumsy.” She’s laid out on the steps beneath me in an incredible dress I can’t wait to peel off her.

I lower my body over hers and correct with “Charming.”

She smiles. So do I. Then I’m kissing her again, suddenly uninterested in getting to the bedroom. My hand runs the length of her calf and slips beneath her skirt to above her knee before venturing higher, to her thigh. She’s making cute little panting noises, so I keep going.

“You look gorgeous, by the way,” I say against her mouth, trailing my tongue down her neck. She mutters “Thanks” and arches her head back to grant me more access. I close my lips over her pulse point and suckle.

Her hands go to my hair, spearing upward and pulling a little.

I like it way too much. I’m vibrating with the need to strip her out of her clothes. Caged desire has built over the past several months—for her. I knew if I ever kissed her again it would be like this, a frantic race to get naked and find out just how good it was to be inside her. I know she wants that same thing—that I’ve won the contest between me and that jackass runner she thought she wanted. But there’s another, more important race to win: making Jackie so satisfied she sees stars.

Mission. Accepted.

I brace one hand on the stairs and trail my other hand up her thigh to her panties. She’s soft as silk and when I tuck my finger beneath the thin material, I find her slick and ready. I stroke her as she utters a plea. She doesn’t have to beg. I’m willing to turn her on.

“Jaundice is an idiot.” I stroke her again and her back bows beneath my touch. I kiss her collarbone and sit up enough to maneuver the side zipper on her dress. I didn’t get the chance to admire her in it when she kamikazed me at the door, but now, I’m looking. And I like what I see. I like what I hear too. Not only her muffled pleas but also her shoes tumbling down the steps and hitting my foyer floor with a pair of dull thuds. Red like her dress, the spike heels are tossed carelessly onto the floor.

Careless is okay for the shoes but it’s the one thing I refuse to be with Jackie. She matters too much to me.

Her breaths tighten, quickening when I find her clit and stroke gently, then firmly, testing what she likes. Firm, as it turns out. Firm and fast. Her eyes squeeze close, her lips parted in ecstasy.

“Vince.”

“I’ve got you, Butler.”

“God, you feel so good.”

That’s a win if I’ve ever heard one. I try not to smile in triumph but I can’t help myself. Her eyes open halfway and she grabs my face and tugs me down, kissing me hard. Stroking my tongue as my fingers stroke her. I lose her mouth as she lets loose a cry of pure bliss. Her hips shift and pump as I slow my fingers, gentling her to the end of her orgasm. Her body relaxes, her cheeks warm to rosy, and a satisfied hum exits her throat.

This time when her eyes open, her pupils are lust-blown. Her smile is warm and lazy and oh so satisfied. When her hand goes between our bodies to grip my cock, my entire body stiffens with it.

“You’re much better than I am at that,” she murmurs as she gives me a gentle squeeze.

“What I wouldn’t give to watch you do that and compare.”

She lifts her head and kisses me again, and soon we’re tumbling into out-of-control territory. She’s wrestling with my shorts, pushing them past my hips as I reach for her dress.

“Ass up,” I tell her.

She obeys, lifting her ass off the stairs so I can move the dress up her body. My only regret at taking it off is that she has to let go of me to lift her arms. But the sight makes up for it. She’s glorious. Her panties are next. She helps by lifting each leg and pointing her toes as I shimmy them off.

“Gorgeous,” I praise, the word on a loop in my brain. I kick my shorts off and reach for my T-shirt. My head buried in gray cotton for a split second, she surprises me by gripping me again. Once I can see what she’s doing, I watch. She’s looking at me as she strokes.

“Vince, you’re…”

“Huge?” I finish, a smirk on my face.

She quirks an eyebrow. “Enormous.”

My dick gives a happy pulse against her palm. It’s what every guy wants to hear.

I reach for her red lace bra and unhook it, sliding the straps down her arms. The moment I reveal her breasts, my brain short-circuits.

I’m a boob guy. Some guys like legs; others prefer asses. While I always notice a combination of those parts on a woman, it’s the breasts that are make-or-break.

Jackie’s are perfect.

I cup one, the perfect handful, and stroke my thumb over a dusky pink nipple. It pebbles beneath my touch, puckering in the cooler air. She strokes my cock and her lips come for mine. I kiss her because she wants me to, but I have something better to do with my mouth.

I break contact and busy my lips on the breast I’m not holding, circling my tongue over and over until her grip weakens and falls away.

Yes.

Don’t get me wrong, I want her to touch me, but I need a moment with two of the finest tits I’ve ever laid eyes on.

She whispers my name and her hands go to my head again, pushing my hair this way and that. I continue worshipping her B-bordering-on-C cups. They’re round and perky, her nipples the perfect quarter-size diameter. They look good, taste better, and bonus—she’s about to come simply because I’m suckling her.

So I don’t stop. Naturally.

A few lovingly placed kisses later, she pulls my hair and her backside arches off the steps as she comes. Damn. She orgasmed from that alone. I’m rock hard and ready and practically shaking when my hips wedge between her legs.

Her eyes are dazed, her mouth forming a tired smile. “I want you.”

“Trust me, Butler, you’re getting me.” Centimeters from burying myself in heaven, I pause, horrified that I didn’t think about the next step. I blink, dazed. “I need to grab a condom.”

She blinks too, clearly having forgotten that small, important detail as well. “Right. I mean, I’m on the pill, so no worries there. But you probably need one for STD purposes.”

“Right.” I back off, calculating the distance to the condoms in my bedroom nightstand or the medicine cabinet. I wonder which location is closer and how fast I can jog up the stairs and back down. “I’m clean. I was tested a month or so ago and I haven’t…I haven’t…” I shake my head, feeling like an idiot teenager because I don’t know how to tell Jackie I haven’t slept with anyone during that time. I’m too scared it’ll remind her that I slept with a few someones before then.

“I haven’t slept with anyone since Lex, so I’m good too.” Her arms open, her hands beckoning me. “Come here.”

“You’re sure?” I’m already lowering over her, because having no barrier between my cock and her sweet pussy is my own personal heaven.

“I want to feel you, Vince.” She kisses me sweetly, softly on the center of my lips. “I want to feel all of you.”

I’m not strong-willed enough to argue. I cave. My tongue slides into her mouth and she embraces me. I use that natural moment to tilt my hips and brush her center with the head of my penis. Then I deepen the kiss and deepen everything else.

I’m in.

Her gasp is one of approval and my groan pairs with a silent prayer. Please, God, don’t let me come too soon. Her slick channel grips me like a glove. I’m seated deep, and moving in and out of her in long, slow glides is the best sensation ever.

Not only because sex without a condom is phenomenal—and something I haven’t experienced since I was married—but because sex with Jackie while she’s watching me with those big melted-chocolate eyes is mind-blowing. I can’t believe it’s her. That she’s here. That we’re draped over several steps in my house and her heels are digging into my ass. I can’t believe she’s smiling at me with her slightly crooked grin as her cheeks warm and glow while I fuck her as reverently as possible.

“Nothing is as beautiful as you right now,” I tell her, my fingers pushing her hair from her face.

Her smile widens. “Thank you.”

“No, no,” I pant, trying to be funny but failing since I’m about to come apart, “thank you.”

“Ow.”

I stop.

“Keep going, keep going,” she urges. “It’s the carpet. It’s rubbing my back.”

“We can move,” I say, not wanting to move. Not wanting to pull out until we’ve both reached the finish line.

“No!” Her eyes grow fierce. “Don’t you dare.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I rest my elbows on the stairs and slide deep before pulling away and sliding deep again. I watch her face, feel her squeeze me from within, and lose myself in the complete and utter perfection of being with her.

Minutes pass and I keep going despite a cramp creeping into my calf. I bite down on my bottom lip as Jackie cries out. A sharp, brief “Oh!” that confirms I’ve hit the jackpot.

Cramp be damned, I pick up the pace, gritting my teeth against my own building release. Finally she clutches, her body stiffening before her nails rake down my back.

I let go, coming so hard stars obliterate my vision for the few brief seconds when my brain shuts off like a switch. In that blissful blackness, there is only me, only Jackie. Only the damp sweat sticking our bodies together and her ragged breaths in my ear.

I thought it couldn’t get any better. I thought this was the highest of highs. Until she turns her head and utters three smart-ass, Jackie-worthy words into my ear.

“Nice work, Carson.”