Chapter 12
JJ
“Don’t let the tail wag the dog.”
~ Grandma Dixie
I wasn’t sure if anyone had actually had a heart attack from pent-up sexual frustration, but if not, I thought I might be the first victim.
“Take your clothes off,” Destiny instructed firmly.
“What?” Okay. Not the smoothest answer when the girl of your dreams tells you to strip, but those were not the words I’d expected to hear.
“Fine.” She shook her head and stepped towards me. “I’ll do it.”
I watched, stunned, as her shaky fingers slipped beneath my T-shirt. I still wasn’t clear what had caused the sudden about face, but I did know that she was a lot more affected than she was trying to let on.
Following her lead, I reached for her shirt, but she slapped my hands away.
“No. No touching.”
I lifted my hands in mock surrender, and Destiny used my new position to strip me of my shirt. Since she was a good foot shorter than I was, I had to help once it got past my shoulders. After it had cleared my head, I threw it on the floor. When I looked back down, Destiny was staring at my chest. Using every ounce of restraint I had, I lowered my hands to my sides. Since she obviously wanted to be in charge, I could let her take the reins…
She licked her lips as her eyes hungrily roamed my chest.
…even if it killed me.
Reaching up, she tenderly placed her hand on my abs. My pulse raced like it was trying to come in first at the Indy 500. I fisted my hands at my sides as she ran her fingers along the ridges and lines of my torso, her eyes following that trail. Observing her as she watched her own hand while it explored me was almost too much for me to take.
Desire whipped through me as I focused on Destiny’s chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. The perfect outline of her hardened nipples beneath her thin, cotton T-shirt made my mouth water. I’d waited so long to taste her there. I may have given Destiny more than one orgasm, but I’d still never seen her bare breasts. Now, I ached with need at the thought of having them in my hands, in my mouth.
All the blood in my body had migrated south, so my thoughts were not that coherent. But one thing I knew was that, even though Destiny was fully clothed and I still had my pants on, this was the most erotic experience of my life. Nothing had even come close in comparison.
Looking up at me with those intoxicating baby blues, Destiny gently touched her soft lips to my chest. Now, I was really in danger of going into cardiac arrest. My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure she would be able to feel it. Tremor after powerful tremor ran through me from head to toe as Destiny continued her unhurried oral exploration of my body. My dick pulsed heavily with hunger behind its denim barrier. As badly as I wanted to speed this along, I also wanted to savor every second of this sensual experience.
Taking the lead was kind of my MO. I knew how to please women, and once they were taken care of, I knew what I liked and how I liked it. And I wasn’t shy about asking for it. Most—meaning all—women I had been with liked that I took charge. They grew wetter and wetter with each of my commands.
But this night was different. This wasn’t about getting each other off. This was about something more. This was about discovering each other. Experiencing each other. Making love to each other.
Just when I was wrapping my head around what all of this meant, Destiny lowered to her knees and started unbuttoning my jeans. I almost passed out.
Covering her hands with mine, I rasped, “You don’t have to do that.”
Her head rose, and the flush of her skin and the unadulterated desire in her eyes had my balls tightening as my shaft twitched.
“I know,” she stated confidently. “I want to. You’re not the only one who has fantasies.”
Oh fuck. A primal moan ripped from my chest. This girl really was going to kill me. But damn, I would die with a smile on my face.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Hooking her fingers under the waistband of my boxers, she pushed both my jeans and my underwear down. Then I kicked my shoes off as I removed my pants.
Once my clothes and shoes had been discarded in a pile next to her couch, Destiny sat back on her heels and stared at me. One area in particular was holding her attention—my erection, which was jutting straight up and throbbing intensely under her intimate scrutiny.
“Wow,” she breathed. “You’re…big.”
Normally, I took pride in hearing a woman say that. But Destiny looked terrified. I was trying to figure out how to reassure her that I would make her feel so damn good, that I would make sure her body was ready for me. I didn’t get a chance to put her mind at ease because, before I was able to say anything, she wrapped her slender fingers around me and pressed her lips to the head of my dick.
My knees locked and the muscles in my thighs flexed as pleasure spiraled through me. Her full lips enveloped my shaft as she sucked me deep into her hot, wet mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered reverently as my thick length disappeared into her sweet mouth.
Talk about a fantasy coming true.
I’d jacked off to this image more times than I could count. Destiny on her knees before me, taking me like this, and I had always had a very clear, very vivid imagination. But nothing—nothing—had prepared me for what the real thing would be like, look like, feel like.
Not only was watching the way her tongue slid along the base of my dick as her lips and her mouth continuously suckled me the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen, but it also sent my body into a fevered rush of urgency. Add to that the fact that she’d instructed me not to touch her and this was like the sweetest sensual torment in the world.
“Hmmm,” she hummed as her hand cradled my sensitive balls.
My body jerked in pleasure. Shit. If I didn’t stop this, I was going to explode in her mouth. I’d tried to take the back seat on this sexual adventure, but it was time to take control and grab the wheel.
Leaning down, I grasped under her arms and lifted her in one swift move, picking her up off the ground. Her arms flew around my neck as her legs wrapped around my waist. My bare dick was settled right between her legs, and I could feel the heat of her core through her jeans.
“Hey,” she protested as I stalked back to where I assumed the bedroom was. “I said no touching.” There was laughter in her voice, so I knew she wasn’t really pissed.
“Don’t push it, woman,” I said as I playfully swatted her on her cute little ass.
She giggled as I made my way to the room at the end of the hall. After flipping the light switch, I stopped on a dime. It looked like a twister had hit her closet. Clothes were everywhere. I never would have pegged her for a slob.
Once she’d glanced over her shoulder, she whipped her head back to me and shrugged as an even brighter shade of pink than what had already been there from her arousal spread across her cheeks.
Her eyes didn’t meet mine, and her voice cracked as she explained, “I couldn’t decide what to wear.”
Destiny Rose Porter was not a good liar. This mess was because of me. She hadn’t been able to decide what to wear because of me. A huge smile lifted on my face.
Her eyes narrowed. “It had nothing to do with you. I always do this.”
“Honey, I would say lying does not become you, but you’re so damn cute that I can’t.” I crushed my mouth to hers before she could try to deny that she had lied.
A soft moan escaped her mouth as she eagerly opened to me. A chill ran down my spine as her fingers knotted in the hair at the base of my neck. Destiny’s body rubbed up against me as she tightened her hold around me, and I felt…complete. This was what my life had been missing.
My tongue possessively swept into her mouth. She tasted like the perfect combination of sweet from her and salty from me. Tasting me in her mouth was a heady turn-on.
I cleared the bed in one swipe before laying her down on the mattress. She fell back with a small bounce that caused her breasts to jiggle beneath her shirt, and a roaring urgency flooded me. When her bright-blue eyes locked with mine, I knew that I needed her naked. Now.
Standing over her, I lifted her right leg and pulled her boot off before dropping it beside the bed. But, as I removed the left one, I paused.
“Are these the same boots you wore to prom?”
“Yep.” She nodded.
“Damn. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about these boots.”
Smiling happily, Destiny rose up and started taking her shirt off. My hand flew to her stomach though, stopping her progress.
“No.” My tone came out harsher than I’d meant it to.
She raised her eyebrows in challenge.
“I take that off. I take it all off.” It was not up for discussion.
An independent fire flared in her eyes for a moment, but it was instantly replaced by a different kind of heat. Hot lust flashed in her gorgeous, aqua-blue eyes as she slowly lay back down.
After removing her other boot, then her jeans and T-shirt, I stood back up over her—and I was speechless. The shock of her red hair fanned out on her white sheets and her beautiful face looking up at me caused my heart to simultaneously break and fill with love.
My gaze fell downward. Her full breasts were covered only by a white lace bra that allowed me to see the dark circle of her areolas and the beaded tip of her nipples. Continuing down, my gaze roamed over the dip of her waist, the flair of her hips, the white lace that thinly covered a small patch of red hair between her legs.
How could I ever express to Destiny what she did to me when even I didn’t fully understand it? The first thing that came to my mind was a line I’d heard in a movie once that perfectly reflected how I felt.
“God was showing off when He made you,” I breathed.