“Do it,” I said again. He gave a small shake of the head. I pushed my hips deeper into him, pressed my boobs out. “Take me.”
“Against a wall?”
“Seems as good a place as any,” I said. His eyes were on my chest, which was moving up and down as the whole scene got me more and more excited.
“You want our first time to be up against a wall? When there’s a perfectly good bed five feet away.” His free hand skimmed up my body, from my waist to the side of my breast then back down and around. He slid it around and grabbed my ass, pulling me even closer into him. I mentally cursed the jeans and layers of tops that kept him from my bare skin.
“You don’t get it,” I said.
His eyes narrowed on mine. “What don’t I get?” He rocked into me again, and I couldn’t help but let out a tiny gasp. Much as we’d kissed in the past weeks, Yvette had always been chaperone against any kind of grinding action. And man, it felt good to be grinding against Stick.
“That this isn’t ourfirsttime. It’s ouronlytime.”
“Oh, Jane, you are so wrong about that.” His hand dropped from mine and both of his palms bracketed my face, his fingers resting on my cheekbones, as he kissed me again. Harder and deeper than before. He tasted so fresh and clean. But it wasn’t enough, not today, when I felt so raw, so vulnerable.
Shit, I hated being vulnerable.
I sucked on his tongue as I started clawing at his hoodie, needing it off him. Needing to see the shoulders and chest that I’d only been able to feel through cotton and coats. Sensing my urgency, he followed suit, his hands leaving my face and going to the hem of my tunic, pulling it up my body.
We had to stop kissing to remove his hoodie and my gauzy tunic. Then his long-sleeved tee and my knit henley. Finally his chest was bare, and I ran my hands down the smooth, lean, taut muscles. Until he jerked my arms up to get my tank top off me.
“Enough tops, much?” he said. I was about to throw a zinger back at him, but I was entranced by his chest and shoulders, all lean muscle and lankiness. I’d assumed he’d have tattoos, but his skin was ink-free. And a hairless chest, too, so smooth to my touch. Just a sprinkling of hair at his navel, running down past the waistband of his jeans.
My hand slid down, down, reaching for his zipper, when he put a hand at the base of my throat and gently held me against the wall. I looked up at him, but his gaze was about a foot lower than my eyes.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered as he stared at my chest. My—yes, I hated to admit it—heaving-with-excitement chest. “I thought you might be hiding something spectacular under all those funky tops. But God, Jane, it should be illegal to hide that. You’re…”
“Huge?” I said.
His hands were on my breasts, pushing them up, as if taking in their weight. I had on a black bra, just a plain cotton one. The white of my skin spilled over the cups normally, and even more so as Stick molded and shaped me. Finally he moved the cups underneath each breast, lifting them up even more.
“Well, yeah, huge. But so much more than that.” He bent down and took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking. My head dropped back against the wall; the sensation was so intense I wasn’t sure I could keep my neck straight. “So pretty,” he murmured as he moved to the other side and continued. He licked the nipple first, watching it pebble and harden, then finally took it in his mouth.
I ran my hands up his shoulders, across his neck, and held him to me, not wanting the sensation of what he was doing to me to ever end. I planted my fingers in his hair, weaving through the thick mass of waves.
I would have been happy to hold him to me like that all night, but soon he kissed his way down my stomach and dropped to his knees. “Lean back,” he said, and I put my back to the wall, easing my bottom away from it, creating a bit of an angle. “Raise your hands,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. Which was okay, because I was fairly certain I couldn’t even speak right then.
I lifted my hands over my head, stretching them, loving how my breasts rose with me, the cups of my bra still underneath, as if framing them. Stick watched my every movement, his eyes following the rise and fall as his fingers undid my jeans’ button and then fly. He slid the denim over my hips (not a small task) and down my legs. One leg at a time, I stepped out of them, and he tossed them aside.
“Take your bra off,” he told me as he moved to rid me of my panties.
Not quite believing that I kind of liked him telling me what to do, I again followed his orders, and soon my bra and panties joined my other clothes on the floor. He hooked a hand under my left knee and lifted it up. Running a palm along my outer thigh, he placed my leg over his shoulder, then moved closer to me. He kissed around me. On my stomach, hips, thighs—everywhere but where I wanted his mouth most.
Neededhis mouth most.
He looked up at me then and grinned, knowing he had me right where he wanted me. “Oh, just do it already,” I said. He laughed, his breath still leaving him as his mouth settled right on the core of me.
My head dropped back and his mouth left my body. “Unh-uh. Watch me.” When my head came back and I looked down at him, he gave a nod and tasted me again.
Oh, what a talented tongue Stick Whatever had. I knew it could tangle with me both figuratively and literally, but he still had a few tricks up his sleeve.
He licked and sucked and a finger, then two, joined in with his lips and tongue. When I didn’t think I could stand it, my head would start to drop and he’d stop, causing me to quickly get back in line and watch what he was doing to my body.
“Come for me, Jane,” he said, and like all his other commands, I obeyed. Shattering. Just…shattering. My hands had to have been hurting his head; I was pulling and twisting his hair as my peak just kept climbing and climbing. My body convulsed as he continued, not allowing me to come back down until he was ready.
And he wasn’t ready for a long time.
When he was, he quickly got to his feet and walked the few steps to the bedside table, where he opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. He tore open the package and handed it to me, while his hands went back to my breasts, playing and twisting the nipples. It made it very hard for me to concentrate long enough to get his jeans undone, pushed down, along with his boxers, below his ass, give a few quick strokes of his hard cock and roll the condom on.
