“I’m not. I wouldn’t dare.”
“You think I don’t care about you. But I do. If you still me want to come with you, then that’s cool.” He winced. “I mean, I’d like that. Whatever you want, okay?”
“Okay.” I stared at him in wonder, staggered, my heart and mind struggling to keep up with it all. “Thank you, Jimmy.”
He just watched me warily, unmoving. So I moved instead, straight into his arms. Without hesitation, he crushed me against his chest.
“Don’t hate me, Lena,” he whispered. “You want to be mad at me when I do dumb things, that’s fine. But don’t ever hate me. I couldn’t take that, not from you.”
I put my hand to his cheek, undone by the rawness of his voice, his apparent vulnerability. “Hey. I could never hate you.”
“Promise.”
“I promise.” And it was true. He made me frustrated and angry all the damn time. There was no chance I could never ever bring myself to hate him, however. I cradled his face in my hands. He was so precious to me, yet he sounded so alone, lost and scared like a child. “That will never happen.”
Jimmy shut his eyes and exhaled hard. He rubbed his stubbled cheek against my hand, gently scratching the palm, making my skin tingle. I stretched up on tippy toes and he fit his firm lips to mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth, seeking out mine. Christ, he’d gotten good at this fast. The taste of him, the familiar feel of his body against mine, it was all so perfect.
He felt like home.
He kissed me slow and wet in what could only be described as a full-out frontal sensual assault. His mouth conquered in the best possible way. All of his worry just fueled the hunger, I think, he seemed insatiable. His hands slid over me, stroking my face and neck, touching every part of me. My skin came alive beneath his fingers. No other man had ever made me feel this wanted, this adored. Sure as hell, none had ever called to me the way he did, body and soul.
“You forgive me?” he asked, trailing hot kisses down my neck.
“Yes. But don’t do it again. And don’t stop kissing me.”
“Got it. Let me apologize to you properly. Let me kiss you between the legs.” Strong hands cupped my ass, pressing me against his erection. “I wanna lick you, Lena.”
“You like doing that, don’t you?” I asked, a little amazed. Past boyfriends had not rated the experience highly.
“Fuck yes. I love having you squirming against my face, rubbing your * on me.”
“God.” The hard stiff length of him pressed into my abdomen, urging me on. But it was his words that made my blood surge.
“The smell of you, the taste of you, I love everything about eating you,” he breathed.
“No more.” I covered his mouth with my hand, squeezing my legs tight together. The state of my panties was a disgrace. He’d make me slick and needy without even touching me below the waist. The man was on a sexual rampage, out of control. Or I might be, it was hard to tell. Either way, he had to be stopped. “Someone might hear.”
He escaped my hand, dimples flashing. “No one’s hearing anything. This place has excellent soundproofing. How do you think Dave and Ev manage to fuck during parties? Thick walls. Don’t worry.”
“Just in case.”
His eyes narrowed. “Are you wet for me, Lena? Is your pretty * getting ready for my mouth? I’m damn hungry. You’re coming more than once for me tonight.”
My face burned hotter than a grill and between my legs throbbed.
“I knew it. You like me talking dirty,” he said, teeth nipping at my collarbone before his tongue lapped over it. The big animal.
“No I don’t. You’re making that up.”
“You’re practically vibrating with excitement. You love it.” His laughter was diabolical, his breath hot on my skin. “Ah, Lena. Do I have some filthy things I need to say to you.”
I hid my face in his neck, giving him my own love bite or two. Man, his skin tasted good. Salt and the warmth that was Jimmy. And he smelled even better. His fingers sunk into my ass, holding on tight. The seemingly ever-ready presence of his hard-on more than made itself known, poking into my stomach. If it got any harder he might hurt himself.
“Tell me, Lena. How wet are your panties?”
I would impart that knowledge over my dead body. Or a mild bit of erotic wrestling. Most likely the latter. But it should be noted, two could play at this game, and playing with him was about as fun as it got. He might be currently in the lead, but I wasn’t so far behind.
“You feel so hard, Jimmy.”
“Do I now?” he asked, tugging on my hair just a little. Enough to light up all of the nerve ending on my scalp.
I gasped.
“I love the noises you make,” he said. “I wonder how you’ll sound when I bite your sweet peach of an ass. It really is fucking magnificent, Lena. Of course, I’ll finger your gorgeous * when I do it. Wouldn’t want it to feel neglected.”
“That’s sweet of you.” I slipped my hand between us, grasping his huge cock. “Would you like me to lick this, Jimmy? Of course I’m happy to suck it as well.”
“Are you now?”
“We haven’t done that yet.”
He pressed his forehead against mine. “No, we haven’t. And you do have a beautiful mouth.”
I set my hands against his stomach and pushed, taking a step back. His arms fell from around me.
“Right now?” he asked.
“What could be more romantic?” I smiled.
He out and out grinned. “I don’t know a shitload about romance. But I’d have to be a god damn idiot to turn down a blow job from you. But are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Thick, fluffy white towels hung on the railing. I pulled one down, folded it and threw it at his feet.
His gaze moved between me and the towel. “You sure, you’re sure?”
“Very.” I pulled down another towel and tossed it on top of the first.
I got down on my knees.
His pupils seemed to have doubled in size almost. “Lena.”
“Yeah?” My hand traveled up his legs, over his firm thighs. I undid his belt buckle, tore into the button and zipper of his jeans.
“Forgot what I was going to say …”
“Never mind. I like that you go commando.” I took him in hand. Christ, he felt hot, so wonderfully warm. The skin was velvety soft, the broad head darkening to red. He filled my grip in a great way.
His hands fisted at his sides.
“And I really like your dick, Jimmy.”
“Christ.”
“I mean, seriously like it.” My thumb smoothed over the eye of his penis, teasing just so. His thigh muscles twitched. “But I like you as a whole even more.”
He tensed. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.” I smiled. “You want my glasses on or off for this?”
“On,” he answered instantly.
“Okay, but no cum on the lenses, that’s not cool. Understood?”
A muscle jumped in his jaw.
“All right, then.”
I dragged the flat of my tongue across the head of his cock, collecting a bead of salty cum for my trouble. Yummy. Give me more. Normally, sperm didn’t set my world on fire, but anything this man’s body made for me was to be savored.
Such was the absolute lunacy of my love for him.
I wanted to make him feel as adored and wanted as he did me. To chase the doubt from his eyes and give him nothing but pleasure.
I took him into my mouth, sucking before laving the underside with my tongue. All due care was given to the sweet spot. I massaged it with the tip of my tongue until he swore quite profusely, his hips kicking forward. My spare hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, the skin so soft and delicate. His hard flesh stretched my jaw, filled my mouth, and the musky scent of him was all I could smell. I took him in as deep as I could, working him with tongue, teeth, and lips. My hand stroked the rest of him, keeping all of him occupied. Careful of my teeth, I drew back, then forged forward again.
“Fuck, Lena.” His heavy balls drew up closer to his body. “Feels so fucking nice.”