Stone

The knock on my door interrupts me while I’m sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television. I’m tempted to ignore it, figuring it’s one of the guys wanting to go down to grab some dinner. I’ve already turned down Dowling and Snyder via text messages. I wouldn’t put it past them to show up and try to strong-arm me into going though.

My phone buzzes on the cushion beside me seconds before another knock sounds. I grab my phone.

You have two seconds to open the door or I’m putting my clothes on and leaving.

Needless to say, I launch off the couch, tripping and stumbling on my way to the door. I don’t even bother to confirm it’s Savannah. I simply jerk the door open and…

Well, she’s dressed, so that’s a little disappointing. However, she’s grinning and that pretty much makes up for it. I don’t know what it is about this woman, or how she has managed to capture my attention in such a single-minded way, but she has and I don’t know how to change that. Nor do I know if I want to.

Honestly, I didn’t expect to see her again tonight. I thought for sure she was going to spend the rest of the evening coming up with every excuse in the book as to why we can’t…do whatever it is we’re doing.

“You gonna invite me in?”

Shit. Now I’m acting like a jackass.

Stepping out of the way, I motion for her to come inside.

“How was dinner?” I ask, trying for casual conversation.

“Do you really wanna talk about dinner?”

No. I really don’t. And I prove that when I reach for her, jerking her to me and slamming my mouth over hers. The woman’s fire in my arms, molding to me and moaning into my mouth. I know I should probably take this slow, but that’s not going to happen and I think she’s aware of that.

“Jason…”

Savannah grips my head when I slide my mouth down to her neck. I breathe her in, sucking on the delicate skin there, enjoying the way she tilts her head, giving me better access. I want to do dirty things to this woman. Deliciously dirty things. For whatever reason, I feel as though I can be myself around her. Maybe that’s because I know there won’t be any pictures on the Internet tomorrow and there won’t be any tabloid stories about how freaky I can get in the bedroom.

Turning her so that her back is to the door, I lift her arms above her head and hold them there with one hand on her wrists.

There’s no reason for either of us to pretend she’s here for any reason other than this. It’s clear what we’re both after. And I’m okay with that. For as long as she’ll let me, I fully intend to rock Savannah’s world while she returns the favor.

No harm, no foul.

She has changed since she was here a couple of hours ago. Gone is the casual wear, replaced by a pair of gray slacks that accentuate her slim hips and narrow waist. But the silky blouse with the shiny buttons is what I’m focused on right now. While still holding her in place, I easily slip each tiny button from its mooring, allowing the silk to part, revealing creamy flesh.

The woman is stunning. From her long, silky hair, all the way down to her sexy feet in those shoes that are anything but sensible or ugly.

Savannah meets my gaze, her lips slightly parted, and I have an overwhelming urge to slide my dick into that sinfully sweet mouth.

Forgetting what I’m doing for just a second, I slide my thumb over her bottom lip and suck in a sharp breath when she grabs it with her teeth, sliding her tongue over the tip.

“Fuck…” I allow her to suck my thumb all the way into her mouth. “I want that mouth on my cock. I want to feel those lips slide down my shaft.”

She groans, a sexy sound that has my dick trying to get closer to her.

Releasing her hands, I take a step back and stare at her for a second. When she takes a single step forward, I shake my head.

“I want you to strip for me first.”

Her eyes are glazed, her desire evident. It’s hotter than hell to see that look on her face, to know that she wants me as much as I want her. That’s something about Savannah Andrews that I hadn’t expected. When it comes to sex, she’s completely committed. It’s clear she’s eager and willing to try new things.

Good thing, too. Considering I’m eager and willing to try every damn thing with her.

And I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute.

As for anything else, well, despite the fact that I’m more confused than I’ve ever been before, I decided in the last couple of hours that I’m not at a point in my life to entertain the notion of a relationship. Sex is one thing.

And right now, it’s the only thing.

Savannah

It’s like the man can read my mind.

I came here tonight not wanting to talk, not wanting to explain my freak-out from earlier.

All through dinner, I tried to pretend I wasn’t lost in thoughts of what Stone and I did, but that’s exactly where my head was at. And even when I was walking back into the hotel, I tried to talk myself out of coming here, tried to convince myself it was the wrong thing to do.

Clearly I didn’t believe the bullshit I was trying to feed myself because here I am.

Stripping for Jason Stone.

The way his eyes roam over every inch of skin I reveal empowers me to continue. I’m not entirely body conscious, but I’m not lacking modesty either. Still, my fingers work free the buttons and zippers until I’m down to my bra and panties. The heat I see in Stone’s eyes tells me that my selection was the right one. I chose the turquoise and black lace because it’s one of my favorites. I’m pretty sure he approves.

When I take a step closer, he holds up his hand.

“All of it,” he says, nodding toward my chest. “I want to see all of you.”

Swallowing hard, I reach behind me and release the clasp on my bra, then let it drop down my arms and dangle from my fingers before falling to the floor. All the while, I watch his face. When his gaze drops down to my panties, I slowly shimmy out of them, letting them slide down to my ankles before stepping out of them.

I can see his cock tenting his shorts and truth is, I want to taste him. I didn’t get nearly enough time to explore him earlier.

“Now me,” he insists. “Put your hands on me, Savannah.”

The way he commands me has my pussy clenching, my clit pulsing, my nipples tightening. This man knows just what to say to make my body burn for him. And yes, I think it has a lot to do with the sexy rumble of his voice and the way his eyes urge me to do his bidding.

This time when I move closer, he doesn’t stop me. It doesn’t take much to disrobe him since he’s wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Once I get his shirt off, I take my time sliding his shorts down his legs, going to my knees while I do. I can feel his eyes on me, but I’m solely focused on the long, thick length of his cock. He’s hard and heavy in my hands and I have to will myself to take my time, to let this moment build.

The man left me reeling earlier with how incredibly easily he played my body. Until him, that’d never happened to me before. I want to return the favor, to drive him out of his head, to make him crave me the way I continue to crave him.

Sliding my hand around his erection, I stroke him slowly at first, watching the movement, admiring the swollen head of his cock before leaning in and licking him, tasting his warm skin, the salty essence pooling at the tip.

“Suck me,” he insists, his tone raspy, deep.

I peer up to see him watching me, and the slightly dazed look on his face ratchets up my need for him. Admittedly, I love the dirty talk, the direction. It feels different from anything I’ve known before and I want to pursue it more. See where it leads us.

I wrap my lips around the swollen head, then ease down on him. He’s huge, instantly filling my mouth. While I work him with my tongue, I move up and down on his length, enjoying the rough moans that escape him, the way his hand tangles in my hair as he guides me. It doesn’t take long before he’s fucking my mouth, driving his hips forward, pulling my head down on him.

There’s absolutely no doubt who’s in control right now. It’s certainly not me, although he’s the one expressing his contentment with gruff groans and rough tugs on my hair.

I’ve never considered myself a wildcat when it comes to sex, but with Stone, I feel powerful in a way I’ve never experienced before. And it doesn’t matter that I’m clearly being used for his pleasure. It thrills me, makes me want to let myself go, to give everything I have just to see him lose control.

I relax my throat, taking as much of him as I can. For whatever reason, I feel in control knowing that I’m the one making him shudder and tremble, making him groan and hiss as I cup his balls, kneading them gently while I continue to slide my lips and tongue over his thick shaft.

I want to make him come with my mouth, but I don’t think that’s on Stone’s agenda because he gently eases me off him, pulling his thick, heavy cock from between my lips. Then he’s helping me to my feet and his mouth is crushing mine. His lips are firm, strong, his tongue oh so skilled as he coaxes his way into my mouth.

“Damn, woman,” he moans as I continue to stroke him with my hands.

Of course, Stone is in total control, and he proves it when he maneuvers us over to the couch. He sits and pulls me down on top of him, my thighs straddling his hips. He produces a condom, then insists that I put it on him. Now, this isn’t something I’m used to doing, but I do know how it works, so I manage to fumble my way through, rolling it down while he continues to groan.

“Careful there,” he whispers, sliding his hand beneath my hair and pulling my face closer to his. “You’ll make me come before I get inside you.”

“Well, we certainly can’t have that,” I reply, guiding him right where I need him most. “Oh, God.” He feels amazing.

He pulls my mouth to his as I impale myself on his rigid erection, both of us moaning as he pushes in deep. Just like the other times, he fills me, forcing my body to stretch around him. The angle of penetration has him brushing over sensitive nerve endings, lighting up every molecule in my body.

Okay, so I really like this position. Me sitting on top of him…yeah. Definitely the way to go.

Well, except for the fact that I have to do most of the work. I can tell by the way he slides his palms up and down my thighs that he doesn’t mind that I’m riding him. I certainly don’t mind either. Although quite enjoyable, it’s not enough.

“Jason…” I inhale sharply, tossing my head back. “Need more…Please.”

Stone grips my hips and begins guiding me, rocking me back and forth on his cock until my skin is tingling. When he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks hard, the sensations inside me intensify.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his hips jerking upward, fucking into me until our bodies are slapping together and I’m holding on for dear life.

His hand works its way between my legs, his thumb locating my clit. The pressure he applies is enough to have my orgasm detonating almost instantly, my body soaring higher until I’m screaming his name as I come.

“Fuck…” Stone groans loudly, jerking me down on him as he fills me impossibly full, his cock pulsing as he comes.

And like last time, I’m completely sated, my body replete. I dissolve against him, holding him as I fight to catch my breath.