Anytime, Anyplaceby Janet Jackson |When Weby Tank
julian
Her place wasdark when we came in, just the stove light she leaves on in the kitchen. She set her keys down and turned to me. “Give me a minute,” she said. “Get comfortable.” Then she was gone down the hall, and I heard a door close.
I took off my jacket, laid it over the back of a chair, worked my shoes off, loosened my collar, and tried not to think too hard about whatever she was doing in the back. I could hear her moving around, drawers opening and closing. I sat on her couch and waited.
“Julian,” she called for me from down the hall and I got up and followed her voice to her bedroom. Her door was open a few inches, candlelight moving on the wall in the gap. I pushed it open the rest of the way, and the breath went out of me before I’d finished the motion.
She’d lit her room with candles on the dresser and nightstands, turning everything gold. Janet Jackson’sAnytime, Anyplacewas playing low, and in the middle of the room, standing at the foot of the bed, was Alyssa.
She was standing there in stilettos and wearing a black lace set cut to ruin me. A strap that climbed her throat like a collar and split into a lace halter, framing her body. A bralette that was mostly the suggestion of one, the lace doing just enough work. Thin straps across her hips, and from it, garters running down the front of each thigh clipped to sheer stockings. The entire ensemble held together by little metal hardware that caught the candlelight when she moved. Every line of it engineered to lead the eye somewhere and then strand it there.
She hooked her finger gesturing for me to come to her, while looking at me like she knew exactly what she wanted and exactly how she was going to get it.
At that moment it wasn’t the black lace that threatened to take my legs out from under me. It was the confidence and mischief in Alyssa’s eyes. She wasrunningthis. Pride, lust and anticipation had me straining my pants as I made my way to her.
I licked my lips as my eyes dragged slow, top to bottom, bottom to top, cataloging every inch of her.
“Where’d you get this?”
She tilted her head, smug. “Little boutique downtown.”
“Give me the name.”
Her brows arched. “Why?”
“Because I’m gonna have to buy out the whole damn store. You’re gonna need replacements after I rip this to shreds off of you.”
She laughed wickedly then kissed me, sticking her tongue down my throat, while turning us around until she was the one facing the bed. Then she broke our kiss, bit her lip, looked at me like I was her prey, then shoved me backward on the bed.
“Oh, shit,” I spat out, caught off guard as my back hit the bed.
She crawled over me, unbuckled my pants and worked them off, while I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it. She crawled back up and straddled me. My hands were on her instantly. Palming her thighs, roaming up her lace-covered ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. I sat up with her on my lap, and my mouth went to her neck but that collar strap was framing the one place she knew I’d go first, like she’d planned the whole route I’d take. I licked and sucked at the skin above it until she shivered and ground down against me.
“Julian…” she whispered. She guided my hand upward, pressed it against her breast, and my fingers found a hidden clasp that snapped the lace down, freeing her.
My mouth was on her immediately, licking, sucking, pulling soft gasps out of her chest while she held me there. “Thought I was gonna have to rip this off you,” I mumbled as I continued teasing her breasts.
“You don’t have to. It comes… with secret pathways.”
I pulled the lace off her other breast and focused on that while her hands braced around my head, pulling me in closer as she ground against me.
“You love this, hm?” I muttered against her chest, flicking my tongue, feeling her arch under me. The sounds she made when I did that… I could’ve stayed there an hour.
Her moan answered as her hips rolled faster. She didn’t wait for me to lead, she just reached between us and lined me up herself, and sankdown slow, taking all of me in one unhurried breath, her forehead dropping to mine while her body adjusted around me. For a second we just stayed like that, joined, breathing into each other’s mouths, both of us still.
Then she put her hands flat on my chest, pushed herself upright, and rolled her hips once, watching my face when she did it, giving me a wicked grin, and began to ride. I understood then, that I’d had the night backward. I’d spent the whole day arranging things for her. She had no intention of spending the night being arranged.
Her playlist rolled over, Janet giving way to Tank’sWhen We, with that slow, insistent knock of a beat, and she caught it, hips picking up the tempo like she’d queued it for this exact moment.
Her pace had me pinned, hips rolling with such precision I swore she could feel every pulse in me. Her palms pressed against my chest, thighs shaking just enough for me to know she was close. I thought I had her. Thought I was about to watch her fall apart.
Then she stilled.
“Alyssa—” My voice came out ragged.
Before I could even catch my breath, she shifted. A slow swivel of her hips, her body sliding off me only to spin, so that her back was to me. She eased down again, and my head dropped back against the bed with a groan.
