CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jack
Kissing Sarah is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Not only does she taste decadent, often with the faint flavor of those chocolates she always carries around, but there’s something else. When our lips meet, something uniquely intoxicating sets her apart from anyone else I’ve ever kissed.
I love that she allows me to see her with slightly damp hair and minimal makeup; I feel like maybe she’s letting me in, letting me slip past those carefully guarded walls of hers.
It’s no secret Sarah doesn’t exactly do relationships, and I’m guessing much of the reason has stemmed from her job and simultaneously tackling school and her certification. But now, I can’t help but wonder if maybe she’s ready to take the plunge and possibly embark on something new.
With me.
Breaking our kiss, I trail my lips along the graceful column of her neck, and I note with pride that her chest is heaving ever so slightly. We seem to have a trend of barely getting inside the door before attacking each other.
“What is it about you,” she murmurs softly, “that makes me want to be at your beck and call? I mean, not serving you bacon, eggs, and pancakes—”
She breaks off with a sharp intake of breath when I abruptly slide her sweater up to tug the cup of her lacy blue bra down, baring a rosy nipple. Latching my lips around it, I suckle her puckered flesh. “But,” she manages to continue breathlessly, “to serve you sexually.”
Chuckling softly, I murmur against her skin. “Sounds good to me.”
Her palms press against me, giving me pause. Light blue eyes meet mine. “Bedroom, Westbrook.”
Taking my hand in hers, she leads me down the hallway to her small bedroom, the nearby streetlights casting a soft glow upon the room through the small slats of the blinds.
Once we’re inside the room, she makes quick work of the buttons on my shirt, and I shed it, letting it fall to the floor. I tug her sweater off, dropping it to join my shirt. Sarah backs away to remove her jeans while I rid myself of my socks and suit pants, leaving me in my black boxer briefs and her clad in only her bra and panties.
And she wasn’t kidding when she talked about her panties earlier. They’re lacy and a vivid shade of blue, matching her bra. She’s a sight wet dreams are made of; on par with the scene in the old eighties movie, Weird Science, where the two computer nerds create their dream woman.
Fucking gorgeous.
My fingers slip beneath the lace at her hips, tugging the fabric down her legs before she kicks them off. Rising, I reach around to unfasten the clasp of her bra at her back. When she shrugs out of it, my hands immediately cup her breasts, skimming the pads of my thumbs over her nipples. My mouth takes hers again, swallowing her tiny moan. I continue to toy with one hardened tip while my other hand slips down her body in a caress until I reach the apex of her thighs.
Sarah automatically widens her stance for me, and I slide a finger inside her, finding her wet and ready for me.
So fucking ready for me.
Adding another finger, I thrust in and out of her, and her hands grasp my shoulders. She moans into my mouth, warring with my tongue. Breaking the kiss, I take in the sight of her standing before me, flushed with arousal, eyes heavy-lidded, and nipples beautifully hardened peaks.
I catch sight of her suddenly trying to stifle a yawn. “Am I putting you to sleep, Sunshine?”
A sheepish look crosses her face. “Sorry. It’s been a long day.”
Walking her back until her knees hit the mattress, my gaze locks with hers. “Let’s see if this wakes you up.”
Gripping her waist, I set her on the bed, guiding her to lie back as I spread her legs while I stand at the edge of the bed. Gazing down at her, I have to adjust myself slightly, the head of my cock now jutting up past the waistband of my briefs.
Lowering myself, I trace the seam of her entrance with my tongue while my hands grip her upper thighs, feeling her muscles tense. When she breathes my name softly, it spurs me on. Fastening my mouth over her, I taste her thoroughly, fucking her with my tongue.
Her hands fly to my head, fingers threading through my short hair as her body writhes, giving in to primal urges as she works herself against my mouth. Releasing my hold on one of her thighs, I move a hand to her clit and press my thumb to it. I apply just enough pressure, moving in circles, until her body tightens and her muscles become rigid. I can feel the tiny jolts of her inner muscles around my tongue, knowing she’s fast approaching an orgasm.
I quicken my tongue thrusts, continuing to work her clit with my thumb, and then it happens. Her body jerks just before she floods me with the taste of her release, muscles clenching and releasing, her grip on my hair borderline painful.
But it’s worth it.
Once the shudders subside and her body falls lax, I trail kisses up along her smooth stomach, past the center of her chest and up to her lips.
“Beautiful,” I murmur against her mouth.
Her eyes are still closed, a languid, satisfied smile playing at her lips. “Mmm, I might have to keep you around.”
You can keep me around for more than just that, Sunshine.
As my lips part to respond, I notice the evenness of her breathing, and it gives me pause.
“You really just fell asleep on me, didn’t you?” I’m not sure why I’m voicing this question when I already know the answer. Guess I’m a bit stunned.
This is a new one. Certainly can’t say that I’ve ever put a woman to sleep via oral sex before.
The corners of my lips tip up. “Guess there’s a first time for everything, huh, Sunshine?” Backing away, I carefully pull down the covers and shift her fully beneath them. Tucking her in, I press a soft kiss to her lips. “Sweet dreams.”
Quietly, I lock up behind me as I exit her apartment, huffing out a small laugh.
Guess I’ll be the only one with a case of blue balls tonight.