CHAPTER 30

JARED

Oh, yeah.

Making out with Alicia in the back of the limo was so much better than hanging out at Nick’s like I’d been planning tonight. He’d understand.

It’d been over two weeks, and I needed this. Badly.

The fact it was Alicia back in my arms just made the anticipation so much sweeter. I had no idea how this was happening, but I’d given her the chance to talk, and she’d passed on it. I wasn’t asking twice.

Her soft hair was threaded through my fingers, and the slide of her tongue with mine was so damn good that I probably would have blown off just about anything to keep feeling it. A soft gasp escaped from her delicious mouth, and I decided I wouldn’t have blown off just about anything for her. I would’ve blown off absolutely everything.

I fucking loved the sounds this woman made, like she couldn’t hold them back, couldn’t help herself despite her usually tightly-wound control. That soft little sound from her made me harder than it did when other women screamed my name as they came. I was harder than I’d gotten watching porn that one month we’d all been celibate in solidarity with Caleb after the breakup.

And that had been a long, painfully hard month. In every sense of the word. But that was just what Alicia did to me.

Every fucking time.

I couldn’t get enough of her, which was the only explanation for why I hadn’t fucked anyone since her. Because there wasn’t anyone like her. No one who did this to me, who felt this good.

My hands dropped to her ass, and I lifted her into my lap. Hooking one leg over me, she straddled my lap with her hands ripping off my hat to tug at my hair. Her tongue stroking mine, Alicia kissed me back as passionately as I was kissing her.

She kept up with me. Always. It was great. No bullshit compliments necessary, no need to be talked up. Once we settled into the rhythm of this thing, she was right there with me. Ready to take and give as good as I gave and got.

Her butt filled my hands perfectly, and I kneaded her as I jerked her closer to me. Another gasp. A low moan. Fuck. I needed to get these clothes off her.

Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she grabbed my hands, and I wondered if she wanted me to stop. Maybe she’d come to her senses and remembered she’d called off our arrangement. Praying that wasn’t it, I pulled back a little, but there was fire in her eyes as she crossed her hands over the edge of her shirt and pulled it off herself.

I’d seen them before, but I still nearly swallowed my tongue when her gorgeous tits, covered by a deep purple bra came into view. I would build a shrine to those soft globes if I thought she’d let me.

She wouldn’t, but I could worship them right here. Right now. I wasn’t going to settle for doing that by just shoving her bra down to release them. I wanted them out in all their magnificent glory.

Quickly finding the hooks to her bra, I set them free and slid the straps off her arms before getting rid of the thing. If it were up to me, those beauties would never be caged again.

Her chest was rising and falling fast, her dusky pink nipples hard as granite and begging to be touched. I obliged them, sucking one into my mouth while I rolled the other between my fingers. Alicia’s head fell back as she mewled, her hands holding me to her breast.

I swirled my tongue around her peak and mirrored its movements with my other hand. When her hips started rolling against me and a breathy moan fell from her lips, I knew it was time to move on. Shifting us so she was lying down on the seat, my hands roamed over her sides and her flat stomach. That was all I did for a bit, letting my fingers explore the contours of her body, dipping them into her waistband and dragging them over the edge of her panties before pulling them back out.

She was an absolute vision like this, spread out on the back seat, her blond hair a stark contrast to the black leather. Lips swollen and pink from our kisses, their color the same as the flush on her cheeks. Her eyes were closed, and her breaths were coming in quick gulps.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get my hands on her. It’d been way too long. Sinking down lower, I went to work on the button on her jeans. I nearly cheered when it slid easily through its hole, and I rolled them down, taking her panties along for the ride.

As I’d suspected, her beautiful pussy was so ready for attention. Alicia whimpered as I dragged my hands up her thighs, spreading them for me until I could see every inch of her shimmering in the low light of the limo.

My dick twitched in my pants, reminding me to hurry the fuck up. But he was staying put for a while. Once he came out to play, there was no way I was going to make this as good for Alicia as she deserved. After weeks without her, I wanted to savor her.

Silky wetness coated my fingers as I pushed them up and teased them along the entrance where my cock was desperate to be. She was so fucking hot. I groaned, sliding a finger into her. My free hand moved to her hip to keep her still.

The hard, little button at the top of her slit was completely exposed, and I couldn’t wait to suck it into my mouth. Just a little bit longer.

A second finger joined the first, rubbing at the ridges and the smooth spot inside her. Alicia cried out. “Jared. Please. No more teasing.”

I always struggled to hold back when she begged. This time, I didn’t. Two weeks was a long time, and instinct told me she hadn’t gotten any since we’d been apart either.

I lowered my head immediately and ate her out like she was my favorite meal. Come to think of it, she was.

Her body started shaking like an earthquake underneath me, and her stomach dipped. I held onto her tighter so I could anchor her, and her nails dug into my scalp as she came, screaming my name. I licked her all the way through it and then down again. Stroking the soft skin on her hip bone tenderly, I waited for the tremors to stop.

“Hey,” I said as she propped herself up on her elbows, her hair tangled from thrashing her head against the seat.

She pushed all the way up and cupped my dick in her hand. “Hey.”

“Fuck, Alicia,” I moaned, my hips almost coming off the seat from the heat of her touch. I was a second away from losing it when she rubbed my head between her fingers.

A smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me played on her lips as she cocked her head. “What? You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”

“I can fucking take it.” Now there was a lie if I’d ever told one. I ground my teeth together and flexed my stomach muscles. I could do this. “Do your worst.”

“Oh, I plan on it.”

Wicked, wicked fucking woman.

In much the same manner as I’d teased her, she went to work on me. My shirt hit the floor first, and she pushed back on my shoulders. I took the cue and lay down like the good boy I’d never fucking been, but at this point, if she wanted me to sit up and beg for it like a puppy, I probably would. Not that I’d ever let her know that.

“Have fun,” I grunted, and her sexy, sinful smile grew wider.

“Again, I was already planning on it.” My one leg was planted on the floor as Alicia knelt on the bottom of the seat. Her hands explored my abs, my pecs, and my arms. Her fingernails traced the lines of my muscles before doing the same with the outlines of my ink.

There were always questions in her eyes when she did that, but she’d never once asked them. It was refreshing that she somehow knew they all meant something to me, and she didn’t pry. It saved me from having to make shit up to keep them private.

I sucked in a breath when her fingertips danced over the jagged-edged stars that started on my side and extended down to my hip, where she grazed the head of my dick with the back of her hand while running it from one hip to the other.

Her hooded eyes followed the movement of her hands, and if I was going to survive this, I was going to have to stop watching her and recite the pledge of allegiance or something. But I couldn’t stop watching her, so I bit down and tried to hold my shit together.

Lifting my hips to help, Alicia removed my pants and boxers after having dropped my shoes to the floor already. A long groan was ripped from me as her hands circled my base and her mouth closed over my crown.

“Holy shit,” I moaned, her tongue sliding along my shaft as she took me all the way. That felt too good. She moved her hands all over me, alternating the pressure of her mouth with the strokes of her tongue.

I’d had enough of this game.

I needed to come, and if our shared history was anything to go by, she did too. She pressed the flat of her tongue against the underside of my head, and my body became an inferno. My skin was on fire, my balls heavy and aching. Every muscle tensed, and my ass flexed.

It just about killed me to stop her, and my voice was coarse and rough when I did. “Enough.”

Blinking as I tried to form a single thought that wasn’t sexual, I reached for the stash of condoms I had at hand in the limo. The foil ripped easily between my teeth, and like the sound was the shot of a starter pistol, Alicia was on me the second I rolled it on, climbing astride me as I reached for her.

She was molten hot, so fucking slippery and smooth around my throbbing cock. It pulsed and swelled. If there was any more pressure around me, I was going to disintegrate. My need exploded inside me, and I surrendered to instinct. Flipping us so she was on her back again, my hips pounded against her.

“Harder,” she moaned, her hands digging into my hips.

I filled her again and again, giving her what she wanted, plowing into her until I hit bottom. “Jesus. Fuck.”

Alicia’s whimpers became shouts as she started rippling around me. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come. Jared! Fuck, Jared. Yes!”

She shattered and clutched my ass as she came for me, squeezing me so tightly, I had no choice in the matter as she dragged me over the edge right along with her.

Thank god.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. Our bodies melted together as I went off like a goddamn gunshot, vibrations running through me, leaving me trembling until the last of the blowback subsided. My orgasm sucked me dry as I came inside her.

Collapsing on top her with a groan, I pushed the damp tendrils of her hair from her forehead and leaned mine against it. Alicia released a breathy laugh that warmed me.

“You were right about limo sex. Totally awesome.”

A satisfied grin broke free as I pushed myself up, drinking in the sated expression in her eyes and her supple body. “Hell, yeah.”

“I’m sorry, Jared,” she blurted out, still struggling to catch her breath. “I know I said I didn’t want to talk, and I didn’t, but I do now.”

“Okay.” I shifted so I was beside her and not crushing her, wondering if we were completely insane to be having a conversation like this butt naked.

“I saw you with that woman, and you said those things and I just …” She trailed off, rolling her eyes to the limo’s padded roof. “I freaked out. I jumped to conclusions, and the more I think about them, the more I realize they were wrong. I was wrong.”

“What are you saying?” If it was what I thought she was about to say, I had to be sure we were both one hundred percent sure of what was happening.

“I’m saying I don’t want us to end.” Her eyes floated shut, as though keeping them open through this confession was too painful. Hell, I would be lying if I said talking about this was any fun for me either. “I’m saying I know if we keep doing this, it doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship, but I want to keep doing it anyway. I guess what I’m saying is if you’ll forgive my blowing up on you, and if you still want to, I’d like us to carry on with our arrangement. Fun and exclusivity.”

“Fun and exclusivity,” I repeated, brushing a tangled lock of hair from her cheek and neck and lowering my mouth to hers. “Fuck, yeah. I still want that. How could I not?”

Pulling her in for a long, lingering kiss that made promises the rest of me couldn’t wait to make good on as soon as I reloaded, I broke away only to set her mind at ease about one more thing. I’d spoken to Nick before lunch with Caleb, and he’d told me what happened in their session with Alicia this morning.

He also told me she looked stressed as hell by the time they left, so much that he wished he could behave the way she wanted him to. I didn’t want her worrying about all that. The “fun” part in our fun and exclusivity agreement compelled me to relieve as much of her stress as I could.

“And I’ll do my best to keep the guys under control in New York,” I whispered against her lips before crashing my mouth back to hers.