A Kiss for Luck (3 page)

A Kiss for Luck

she felt his touch on her, tracing the outline of her sex through her curls and then slipping into her pussy.

“Fuck,” Jackson groaned and Clara could feel a shiver run over his body. “You’re so wet.”

His hips ground into her back when he pushed two fingers deep inside her and Clara squeezed her eyes shut against the pulsating pleasure. His thumb circled over her clit and her head tossed back against his shoulder. She moved against his hand, her body blindly seeking release from the coiling wires of desire he was creating. For a guy who didn’t date much, he was finger-fucking her in a way that made her breathless and desperate.

Her robe slipped from her arms and pooled at her feet. The silk of her nightgown whispered against her sensitive skin as Jackson’s other hand rose from her hip to brush against her breast. The tip hardened when his thumb grazed it and Clara was lost. She was careless of how very little her nightgown covered or that Jackson, one of her oldest and dearest friends, was touching her in the most intimate way. For the first time in years she felt vibrant and alive. Everywhere he touched she burned. Shivers and gooseflesh followed his caresses. Her senses where overwhelmed with him and she would have done anything to keep him there with her.

With a curse of defeat, Jackson stepped away from her. Clara heard him pull off his shirt and fumble with his belt and the anticipation caused pleasure to zing through her body. She turned around, the opportunity of seeing Jackson half naked was more than she could resist and she wasn’t disappointed. His head bowed as he pulled his belt undone and lowered the zipper of his jeans. His broad shoulders and muscled chest looked even more appealing naked, sprinkled with freckles and dusted with golden hairs. She stared at the deep lines of his abdominal muscles feeling awed this beautiful man really wanted to fuck her to the point his hands were shaking.

She hoped he would push his pants off, but he simply left them unbuttoned with the zipper halfway down as he looked at her. Clara felt her own near nakedness as his 19

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gaze ran over her body, taking in her appearance in nothing but her skimpy nightgown.

He reached for her, looking intent on kissing her again.

“Wait,” Clara said breathlessly, stopping him. Jackson’s eyes widened in shock when she grasped the edge of her nightgown and pulled it over her head. She pressed against him, savoring the feel of her bare breasts crushing against his hard chest. “Okay, now. Kiss me now.”

With a growl Jackson kissed her fiercely. His tongue plunged past her lips when she gasped in desire. She stood on her toes, wanting to feel as much of her skin against his as she could. Her hands fumbled in his hair then slid to his chest, eager to memorize the contours of his body. Jackson seemed equally desperate as his rough hands ran over her skin, leaving trails of tingling pleasure in their wake.

Somehow she had ended up pressed against the table in the hallway. Jackson’s roaming hands moved to her waist and slid her panties down her body. Clara kicked them off then pulled at his jeans, pushing them over his hips until they dropped to his feet so he could step out of them. His erection tented his boxers and she was eager to feel it, but he gripped her hands when she reached to touch him.

“My turn first,” he said, then lifted her up and sat her at the edge of a small table that decorated his hallway. “I’ve waited too long for this. I want to know all of you.”

She was completely naked. There wasn’t much else to know. Clara almost told him as much when he dropped to his knees in front of her, but her words caught in her throat as she watched his eyes roam over her hungrily. Like a man entranced he reached out and fanned his thumb over one dark nipple. When it tightened he leaned forward, sucking the pebble-hard tip into his mouth and pangs of pleasure surged through her. His lips traveled to her other breast. His tongue laved the nipple and she used the wall as leverage to arch into him, silently begging for more.

“God, I love your mouth on me,” she whimpered, thinking she might die from the building tension inside her.

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“Good,” he murmured against her skin as his lips abandoned her breasts to move lower against her stomach. His large hands gripped her waist, pulling her to the very edge of the table before he moved to her thighs, urging them apart. “Open for me. I want to see you. I need it.”

His voice was low and something in his tone forced Clara to obey. Feeling a little self-conscious she hesitantly spread her legs. Jackson looked at her closely for a moment, making Clara squirm in nervousness. Then he reached out and ran his thumb over her curls, brushing at the opening to her sex. He parted her folds and a plethora of sensations rushed through her. Fear, anxiety, want, excitement. They surged through her veins, making her heart beat irregularly as she watched Jackson memorize the most secret part of her.

Feeling impatient, Clara was on the verge of saying something when he lowered his mouth to her. She cried out in both surprise and want as his tongue traced over her and then flicked against her clit that pulsed with pent-up desire.

Frank had never done this to her, not in five years of marriage, but even the shock of Jackson’s invasion couldn’t block out the searing bolts of pleasure that went through her. She found herself gasping and shifting restlessly against the table, encouraging the intimate act. Her fingers were threaded into Jackson’s hair and she stared down at him, unable to close her eyes against the erotic picture he presented. Clara’s pussy was throbbing, aching, pulsating as she reached for that small piece of oblivion she usually only found on her own.

“I’m right there,” she panted as her eyes closed from the intensity of everything.

“Please, Jackson…I think I’m going to… I am… Oh God!”

Jackson’s fingers slid inside her in response to her pleas. She shattered instantly, bucking against his mouth and fisting his hair tightly as her whole body shuddered in climax. She screamed from the ferocity of so much passion uncoiling at once. Pleasure ricocheted through her, filling her with tingling warmth when it finally passed. Dazed and sated, her eyes blinked open to see Jackson staring up at her in awe and surprise.

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She saw his unspoken question and whispered, “Frank never did that.”

“Christ, I hate that bastard,” Jackson growled as he stood, pushing his boxers down then kicking them aside.

Clara boldly stared, starved for the sight of him so hard and aroused for her. His cock was much larger than her husband’s. Her fingers itched to touch him, to learn him like he had learned her, but Jackson clearly had other ideas. He bent down to kiss her softly, his gaze darkening as she licked the taste of herself off her lips. His hands trailed up her thighs, moving them apart as he stood between them and pressed himself lightly against her opening. Clara felt a fresh wave of lust pour over her at the thought of him buried deep inside her. Impatiently, she moved against him, urging him to take her and Jackson moaned in response.

“You should have married me instead,” he breathed as the tip of his cock pushed inside her. “I would have appreciated you.”

Clara couldn’t respond to him because he suddenly gripped her hips and took her in one hard thrust. Ecstasy speared through her body as he penetrated her, filling her and stretching her almost painfully. Overwhelmed with the pleasure, she spread her legs wider, desperate for all of him.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Jackson growled as he pulled out and thrust back into her.

“If you were mine I’d stay in you all the time.” He buried his face against the curve of her neck, thrusting into her again. “You’re so fucking beautiful…so sexy… God, I love you.”

Icy-hot shock poured over Clara, but he was moving in her quickly now, gripping her ass and holding her against him as he filled her, pulled out and filled her again. She was powerless against the rising tide of pleasure that built up once more. Feeling wild and deviant, she slipped her fingers between their bodies to feel Jackson’s cock, slick with her juices, sliding in and out of her.

Jackson lifted his head to look down and watch, groaning at the sight that greeted him. “Do I feel good inside you?”

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“Yes,” she gasped, using her free hand to grip his shoulder as his thrusts became more forceful.

Clara was right there, poised to fall over the edge. As much as she enjoyed the feel of his long, thick cock sliding in and out of her, the need was too much to deny. She raised her fingers higher and started to rub her clit frantically to bring herself to completion.

“Oh shit, yes. Make yourself come,” Jackson growled. “Do it! I wanna hear you.”

For the second time that night, light burst behind Clara’s closed eyes as her body convulsed around Jackson. She was awash in bliss as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her. Jackson reacted immediately. His thrusts became hard and erratic.

She felt his shoulders tremble under her fingers when he tensed and cried out so that the room was filled with their mingled moans of surrender.

He was still shaking as he buried his face once more against her neck and his breath stirred the fine hairs there, making her shiver. She could feel his heart thumping rapidly as she laid her hand over his chest and a peaceful warmth flowed over her that had nothing to do with the wine she drank earlier. Sticky and sweaty, they stayed that way, connected and unmoving for a long time afterward. Jackson’s heartbeat had long since returned to a normal rhythm when he finally spoke.

“I said too much,” he finally whispered softly against her skin. “I’m so stupid.”

“I hate when you say that,” she said in reprimand, rather than acknowledge that he had, indeed, said a lot. “You’re anything but stupid.”

“Whatever,” Jackson sighed, still sounding miserable. “I didn’t wear anything. That
is
stupid.”

“I’m on the Pill and I’m clean. I got tests after Frank,” she said, stroking his hair softly while he continued to hide his face in her hair where it flowed down past her shoulders. “Are you clean?”

“I’m always careful and it’s been a while…a long while,” he mumbled. “I’m practically a priest.”

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She couldn’t help it, she snorted in a very unsexy way. “You’re a lot of things, but a priest isn’t one of them. You must fuck someone because I’m impressed. That was pretty hot.”

She felt a smile against her flushed skin before he lifted his head, staring at her with an uncertainty that was surprising. “Yeah?” he asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.

“You liked it?”

“Oh yeah,” she agreed, smiling back at him as she admired his boyishly handsome face with the freckles on his nose standing out in the dim lighting of the hallway.

“You’re a stud, Jackson Philips. I’ve always thought so. Tonight just solidified it.”

“I could do it again,” he whispered, his voice getting husky once more as he reached up and cupped her cheek, his rough thumb rubbing against her lips as he stared at her mouth as if entranced. “Did you like me licking you?”

“Yes,” she rasped, shocked to feel a fresh pulse of lust pour over her. Jackson appeared as affected, taking a sharp breath clearly caused by desire as Clara felt him start to harden inside her once more. She stroked his hair, her chest swelling with an emotion much stronger than friendship as she admired him. “What’s not to like? It was phenomenal.”

“Then let’s do that,” he mumbled still staring at her mouth longingly. “The deed is done. I might as well enjoy the moment if you’re gonna hate me in the morning.”

Clara opened her mouth to correct him, but his lips crashed against hers instead.

Still shocked at the blinding lust he could stir up so easily, she tightened her legs around him and gave herself over to the moment. She could correct him in the morning.

She gasped against his mouth when he picked her up. She wasn’t that big, but a man had never actually carried her before. She giggled, clinging to him for dear life as he crossed the apartment with her wrapped around him. He bypassed the guest bedroom and headed for his. Using his foot, he kicked open the door of the master bedroom and promptly deposited her on his large, king-sized bed.

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Now laughing hysterically, Clara rolled onto her side, curling into the bed sheets.

She covered her face and laughed harder than she had in a long time uncaring that she was sprawled out naked while Jackson looked down at her.

“You’re laughing at me,” he said, his voice warm and amused.

“No, yes— I don’t know,” she rasped, still fighting her laughter. “Maybe this year has pushed me around the bend.”

“The year is over, Clara,” he said as he crawled onto his messy bed, moving over her with a predatory grace she would have to be blind not to appreciate. Clara’s laughter subsided as she stared at the beautiful sight of Jackson naked above her. His eyes became soft and adoring as he straddled her body, hovering over her on his hands and knees. He gave her a sad smile as he studied her. “You wanna forget about it for tonight? Forget all of our shit luck? Just sorta… I dunno, pretend Frank never existed?”

“Okay,” she whispered as she reached up and ran her fingers over the fine hairs on the back of his neck. She moved her hips, brushing herself against his hard cock invitingly. “Lets pretend.”

She pulled him closer and it wasn’t really an effort to bring his lips to hers.

Jackson’s mouth crushed against hers when his hips surged forward and he buried himself deeply inside her. She swallowed his low moan, gripping at his thick arms, her fingernails digging into the muscled flesh. Jackson’s tongue mimicked his body as it swept into her mouth, pulled out and then pushed in again.

She clutched at his hair, holding his mouth to hers while her hips pushed up to met his. Everywhere his skin met hers left a sheen of ecstasy and she shocked both of them by coming again. Her mouth finally broke away from his when her head tossed back.

Small gasps escaped her with every hard thrust of his cock into her. Throbbing jolts of bliss radiated from her pussy and flowed into her limbs, easing the stress and anxiety that had been her constant companion in a way no bath could.