Lead by Kylie Scott
"I know you can be."
"I didn't think when I saw Dean. You were right, I get jealous." He quietly cursed, still toying with the hem of my shirt. His thumb tucked beneath the shirt and stroked over the bare skin of my belly. It was the sweetest, most ticklish of sensations. Booty call, just as I'd suspected, and shame on me for not minding. My momma should shout at me for being so easy.
I stopped breathing for a moment. When it came to him, I just was that silly.
"Talk to me," he said, voice soft.
"About what?" I asked, just as softly.
"Anything."
What to say? I turned to face him. His head lay on the next pillow over, neither too close nor too far away. The perfect distance for touch or talk. How great it would be to have him as the last thing I saw each night. To wake up to him every morning, lying by my side.
"Want me to go down on you again?" More fingertips traced over my stomach, making everything down low wake right the hell up. Much more of this and the state of my panties would be a disgrace. He went up on one elbow, a move I felt more than saw. "Lena? You still mad at me about Dean?"
"No, I'm not. Though I wish you hadn't felt the need to do that. We have to stop fighting all the time, it's wearing me out."
His hand grasped my hip. "You mean I need to stop fucking up."
"I mean we both need to figure out a way to not constantly be getting butt-hurt over everything the other does."
"Hmm." The flat of his hand glided over my hip, easing between me and the bed to grab at a cheek. So subtle. "I've got something that'll make your ass feel better."
"I highly doubt that given your size."
He snickered.
"I'm serious, Jimmy. We need to learn to live in some sort of peace and harmony before we accidentally on purpose kill each other one of these days." I reached out, touching his hair. As per the usual, he stiffened. But then he relaxed again, allowing it. It was like dealing with a wild animal, you never knew when the teeth might come out. Fingers kneaded my ass cheek, keeping up a firm grip.
"We've both got tempers," he said. "But I gotta say, you hold a mean grudge."
"You left me panty-less sitting on the kitchen table. Getting down from there with this stupid boot on was not easy."
"I'm sorry. That was an asshole thing for me to do." Straight out, no hesitation. Maybe there was hope for him yet.
"Thank you, you're forgiven. So, what?" I asked. "You just got bored in your room?"
"Something like that." The big shadow of him leaned over me.
"Or did you want something in particular?" My hand slid down to his neck, testing the hard muscles there. His skin felt so fine, smooth and warm. Maybe if I asked really nicely he'd take his T-shirt off? No, bad hand! Making me think all kinds of unwanted thoughts.
"I didn't want to go to sleep without talking to you," he said. "Shit was busy today. Then you went to bed early."
"You miss me?"
He huffed out a breath, gave a terse nod.
"That's good. A girl likes to be missed." The pad of my thumb trailed over the prickle of his stubbled jawline. He caught the digit between his teeth, nipping gently, surprising me. Jimmy wasn't someone I'd ever have pegged as being playful. His teeth did not release. I wiggled my hand, trying to get free.
"You're an animal." I laughed, finally tugging my thumb free. Enough of this nonsense, I wanted sex. Despite what my brain wanted, my tummy was wound tight and my thigh muscles clenched. I sat up and Jimmy shifted back, keeping the same distance between us.
"Kiss me," I said.
He gave my hip a squeeze. "Spread your legs, let me eat you out."
"First I want a kiss."
"I'll kiss your sweet pussy." Another squeeze, of my thigh this time. "C'mon, Lena, spread."
And I liked that idea, I really honest to god did because you'd have to be a certified idiot not to. But something more was going on here. My hand fumbled for my glasses on the bedside table.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"You've never kissed me."
Jimmy laughed. He looked beautifully disheveled at the end of long day, hair all messy. "We've only done it once."
"Most people kiss before they do it. It's actually kind of a tradition. You know, even this afternoon, when you were doing your manly statement thing to Dean you didn't kiss me. You just pressed your cheek to my forehead."
"The shirt looks damn good on you," he said, giving my perky nipples their due. Which was nice of him to notice but completely beside the point.
"You don't, do you?" I watched him look here there and everywhere, anywhere that wasn't me. "Touching you're sort of okay with if I take it slow. But actual kissing is a definite issue."
He shook his head, withdrew his hand from my leg. "Lena--"
"I've got to say, diving head first beneath a girl's skirt is an excellent method of avoiding her mouth. Full marks, Jimmy, that's a genius plan."
The man actually had the good grace to look sheepish then.
"It's too personal, isn't it?"
He snorted. "That's fucking crazy, how can it be too personal? I'm happy to lick your pussy, so why I would be afraid of your face?"
"You tell me."
Apparently, he decided not to, for his lips stayed firmly shut.
"I want to kiss you, Jimmy. I've wanted to for forever. Kiss me?"
Brows drawn down, he gave me a frown instead.
"Come here, it's okay." I grabbed the front of his T-shirt, pulling him forward. "It's just me."
He gave a bare inch or two. "I'm just not that into it. It's not a big deal, everyone likes different shit, you know?"
"I know." I drew him a little closer. "I just, I need to know what your lips taste like."
"The other girls never cared. It's not like I left them wanting, I made sure they came."
"That's good." And a bit closer.
"I just ... you know, I don't want to be getting in someone's face, getting all up close to them. I don't like it. I've kissed girls before. I have done it, just never really got into it."
"Okay." Slowly, I dragged him in until our noses were close to bumping. Let me tell you, he was one unhappy camper. "We'll just kiss a little bit. It's not a big deal."
"No, I know." He pouted.
"And if you really don't like it, I'll stop."
A hesitant nod.
Sweetly, softly, I pressed my lips against the edge of his mouth. Both of us kept our eyes open the entire time. He licked his lips and let out a breath. When he made no immediate move to launch himself off of the bed and escape, I dared try again. A single kiss against his beautiful bottom lip. He flinched, but didn't retreat.
I tilted my head, kissing this point once more, giving him greater contact this time care of the angle.
"How was that?" I asked, feeling his breath warm my lips.
A shrug. "Not too bad. I didn't mind it."
"Did you want to try one more?"
"All right. One more."
"Will you open a little for me this time?"
His lips opened slightly and he held himself rigid, letting me take the lead. The hesitant expression on his face calmed to curiosity, his eyes gradually closing.
"Thanks." I brushed my lips over his, taking it easy. "You have such a beautiful mouth, Jimmy, and your lips are so warm, soft."
He made a noise in his threat. I think it was good.
"I've been dying to kiss you."
Our noses bumped and I smiled, changed the tilt of my chin and went back for more. I opened my lips a little, kissing his top lip over and over. The feel of his breath against my face, his stubble against my skin. I wanted to sink straight into him, know him inside and out. I wanted to protect him and cherish him, encourage him and love him. Ever so slowly he leaned in, getting closer, meeting me half way. When I flicked his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue he sucked in a breath, eyelids fluttering opening.
"Would you rather no tongue?" I asked.
"Tongue's ok
"Open your mouth a little wider for me?"
He nodded, doing as told. His hand slid up my leg, strong fingers kneading my thigh. This time when I leaned in, he came toward me too. Hell yes, success! Sweet euphoria coursed through my veins. He wanted this. I canted my head and gently covered his mouth with mine, skirting my tongue over the edge of his teeth, exploring. He exhaled and I inhaled.
Timidly, his tongue reached for mine. A quick touch and it was gone again. I continued on, sliding over his teeth, toying with his lips, tempting him to go further. He tasted so damn good I couldn't say. Then again, his tongue touched mine, rubbing against it, making me moan. The kiss went deeper, harder, as Jimmy got more into it, our tongues tangling, time and again. When he finally broke it off, we both sat their panting, staring at the other.
"What do you think?" I asked.
His gaze stayed glued to my kiss-swollen lips. Cautiously, he touched his mouth. "Wasn't so bad with you."
"No?"
"One more." A hand slid around the back of my neck, drawing me in as his mouth met mine. Our lips, teeth, and tongue fought for dominance, but it was the sweetest of battles. We both won in the end.
Without hesitation, he reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head and tossing it aside. Then his hands cupped my breasts, taking their weight. "I been needing to do this."
"Have you?" I panted.
"Oh, yeah. Your tits are amazing. Been needing to get my hands on them for a while." His thumbs stroked over my nipples, toying with them, making them tighten. My breasts felt swollen and heavy, things down low stirring up a whole lot more. It was mildly embarrassing how wet he made me. What a confidence boosting turn on it was, seeing how much he enjoyed my body. Fingers stroked over the curve of my hips and the round of my belly (alas, I liked food far too much for it to ever be flat). In his eyes there was no hesitation, only appreciation. Just having him this close, his hands on me drove every other thought out of my head. Only now mattered.
He pinched my nipples lightly and I gasped.
"Sensitive?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You want me to stop?"
"God, no."
"You're so fucking hot," he hummed. "You have no idea."
"Didn't realize you noticed me that way."
"I couldn't not notice you. And believe me, I tried. But in Adrian's office. You were wearing that tight white shirt, glaring at me like you were ready to tear me apart. Nearly fucking killed me not to take a bite out of you."
"You remember what I was wearing when we first met?"
"Well, yeah. It's not a big deal."
I wasn't so sure about that. Or maybe that was just me getting my hopes up.
He laughed, low down and dirty. "And when we go jogging ... shit. Never buy a better sports bra. I think I'd cry if I couldn't watch them bouncing around every morning."
"They're not that bad."
No," he said. "They're that good."
"What else have you noticed, Mr. Ferris?"
His smile was so evil. I loved it. And all the while his hands kept playing with my breasts, molding them with his fingers, driving me out of my mind. My lungs struggled to keep up, I was so overexcited. The seemed to be an ecstatic line of nerves running riot between my nipples and sex. If he kept it up, I just might come.
"What?" I asked, breathing only slightly heavily. "What is that look about?"
"Your ass when you go up the stairs. Kills me to hold back and not grab you."
My lips parted. "That's why you always let me go first. You bastard, I thought you were just being polite."
"I know," he said. "On your back."
I lay down, every part of me tingling with excitement. His big hands covered me still, fingers playing with my tight nipples. Man, it felt good. I ached in the best possible, all-over-body way. Having him this close, feeling him touch me was its own reward, inside and out. I'm pretty certain I glowed every time he came near me. The man just had that affect.
His hands slid down my sides, tucking into the elastic of my underwear. The heat in his eyes made my sex squeeze tight.
"Need you naked," he muttered, already dragging my panties down my legs.
And yes, it was a little nerve wracking, being totally bare in front of the man of my dreams. On the kitchen table I'd still been mostly covered by my dress. This time, however, I had nothing, not even my panties. It was all out there, on display. Jimmy Ferris, world-renowned, picture perfect, singing virtuoso stared down at me. The butterflies in my stomach went batshit. But nothing in his eyes gave me pause. Pure lust filled his face. It made warmth spear straight through me. We really needed to get busy. Now.
"Jimmy?"
"Hmm?" Carefully he lifted my wounded leg, moving it out, taking the pillow too. He spread me open until there was enough room for him lay between my thighs.
"Take your clothes off too," I said. "I want to see all of you."
He climbed off the end of the bed, already ripping off his own T-shirt, tearing into the buttons on his jeans. Though he did pause to retrieve a condom from a pocket, throwing it onto the bed beside me.
No underwear.
Absolutely, not one single pair of boxers, briefs, or combination of same adorned him. Crap. So screwed. My breathing stopped and my heart went into palpitations. How the hell would I ever get any work done around him ever again knowing he was bare beneath only one layer of clothing? I knew my mind when it came to him, pure smut. I'd never be able to stop myself from looking for the outline of his cock every time he moved.
I was doomed.
"What's wrong?" he asked, climbing back onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.
My mouth opened but no words came out. The hard heavy length of his dick was pointing straight at me and good god, did I want it. I melted for him, right there and then. My heart yearning to take him in, hold him tight. Someone in heaven had been truly inspired the day this man came forth. Penises had never struck me as being particularly graceful before. But Jimmy's seemed proportioned just right and swung slightly to the left. It was definitely a size or two bigger than it needed to be, so typical of him to take it a step too far. A bead of pre-cum formed atop the dark red head and my mouth watered. I watched, rapt, as he rolled on the condom.
"Lena, focus. What was the frown for?"
I stared at his cock, mesmerized. Even incased in rubber it remained a thing of true beauty. Had I any talent with a pen, I'd have written it poems. A haiku perhaps.
"Lena?"
I was hypnotized, helpless. Cock-struck.
Jimmy swore and suspended himself over me on his hands and knees. "Hey, my eyes are up here."
"W-what?" Obviously, my self-control and Jimmy's hard on could not peacefully coexist in the same space.
"You zoned out on me," he said accusingly, his hair hanging in his face as he stared down at me.
"It's not my fault. You got naked."
"You liked that, huh?"
"Yes."
He half smiled and raised himself back up onto his knees.
"Don't go." My clingy hands reached for him, grabbing his wrist. "Please? Come down here, I want you on top of me."
"You want to do missionary position with me?" He put his hands on his hips, fingers resting atop those awesome lines leading down the groin that truly fit people have. "Really, that's your sex fantasy?"
"Yes. And next time, can we get one of those sheets with just the hole cut in it for our bits to join up in though, because I think they're a real turn-on too." I even gave him the fingers demonstration with one finger going through the hole made by the other hand. "You know the ones?"
The look in his eyes was less than amused. "We need a rule about no funny shit or fighting during sex."
"Okay. Sorry. That was my fault."
More head shaking. "Can we get back to the fucking now?"
"Yes, I just ... come here. Please." I waved my arms around, beckoning him closer.
"Just this once," he said. "No one's even supposed to do missionary these days. It's considered boring."
"You're right, I know. I'm way out-of-date in my sexual repertoire and you're being very kind to indulge me."
The heat of him covered me. I quickly threw my good leg over his hip and wrapped my arms around his neck, just in case he tried to escape. His big hot body pressed me into the mattress and I was in sex heaven.
"Tell me if I'm squishing you," he said.
"You're not."
He took his weight on both arms just the same, my breasts pressing into his chest. Even the light dusting of hair across his pecs running down to his belly button was a sensory delight, teasing my skin and stirring me up. His hard-on lay heavy against my sex, ready and waiting. It pretty much made it impossible not to try to attempt some sort of frenzied squirming against him. I angled my hips trying for more contact without upsetting my bad ankle. Forehead furrowed and brows tight, he stared down at me. The expression in his eyes seemed curious, almost. Like he couldn't quite remember how I'd come to be there beneath him.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Yeah." He paused, like he was going to say more, but didn't. Instead, he angled his head and pressed his lips tentatively to mine. Once, twice, three times. How sweet. His tongue trailed across my bottom lip and a sigh slipped out of me.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Very." I opened my mouth and he took up the invitation, kissing me deep, turning my insides to goo. Kiss-wise, he might have been a late bloomer. The man showed every sign, however, of making up for lost time fast. He was a natural. We basically ate at each other's mouths. I'm not saying it was pretty but it was hot as hell. Tongues tangled and teeth chinked and we didn't bother coming up for air. Breathing was for pussies. I fumbled off my glasses, tossing them aside before they got broken.
His cock rubbed against the lips of my sex, turning me on even more and making my synapses sizzle. Everything down below was throbbing and wet, ready for the taking. The feel of him, smell of him, nothing about Jimmy didn't turn me on. I'd had hot sex before. But hot sex with someone your heart got dizzy over was another thing entirely. Once love was involved, it all changed into something entirely different.
At some stage he shifted his weight onto one arm, leaving the other free to reach down between us. The head of his cock nudged against my opening before slowly sinking inside.
"Oh god," I sighed straight into his mouth.
His hips moved against me, pushing his dick in deep. Perfection. Absolute utter fucking perfection, that's what having sex with Jimmy was like. In one smooth move he took me over, filling me up and igniting every last inch of me. I loved that he was more than big enough to make his presence felt. With him inside of me and over me, I got what sex was all about, what making love was for. Because every part of me was primed to take him in and turn us into a whole. Maybe David had been right about me being Jimmy's new drug. He was sure as hell mine.