Hanging on (Jessica Brodie Diaries #2) (6 page)

“Hey,” I said in an everyday tone.

He turned with the book, a question on his lips, then froze. The book wobbled. His mouth dropped. His eyes tried to cover every ounce of me at once, but my nipples held them hostage.

I continued my saunter, feeling up my thighs, casually lifting the ends of the nighty so I could flash him my lace thong. His eyes zoomed in, desperate to see it again even after I dropped the satin back in place. He still hadn’t moved.

I took the book from his hands and set it aside. A quick flick of the remote brought Marvin Gaye into the room. William didn’t drop his hands. His cock bulged against his pants.

I ran a finger down his face, course with not shaving that morning. Moving my body to the music, slowly, sensually, I turned, pressing my back into his groin, doing a little wiggle. Then I did the move I had been too chicken to do during the dance-off at Froggy's: I stroked behind me, down his stomach, then over the bulge of his cock.

He groaned, his hands grabbing my hips and clutching. He didn’t direct me in any way, he just needed something to hold on to. Something to keep him tethered.

And he better hold on tight, because the teasing had just begun.

I slowly stepped away from him and led him to my bedroom. He must have sensed that it was my turn to be in charge because he followed me like a lost lamb, stars in his eyes and lead in his feet. Once there, I lit a candle and turned on some music. Setting the mood was important.

The only part of his body that moved was his eyes. They coated every inch of me, desperate not to miss a single detail, turning himself on with each bump, each crease, each peak and valley of my flesh. I reached up to him, connecting with his lips, feeling that rush. Opening my heart at the same time as his mouth, and suddenly wanting to go for it right then. Wanting to take him.

Whoa girl, easy does it.

Fighting for control, I unbuttoned his shirt, one pain staking button at a time, while kissing his ears, lips, neck, then down his smooth chest. I flung his shirt behind me, licking a nipple, then a soft bite.

“Oh—“ William jumped, letting his head fall back. He was still hanging onto my hips for dear life.

I moved to the other nipple as my fingers worked the brass buttons of his jeans.

His breathing was coming faster, now. His hands balled into fists then relaxed, balled, relaxed.

His pants undone, I pushed the rough fabric down his burly thighs, feeling up the inside of his upper thigh while he stepped out. I straightened, tasting his lips, explored his mouth with my tongue, feeling myself slip away into the abyss of desire.

Unable to keep his touch away any longer, his palms lightly found my back, caressing, pulling me near. Then around the front, finding a breast, content to feel it through the silky fabric. I didn’t want him to stop but this was about
him
. I gently but firmly backed off.

The corners of his lips flickered into a small smile. He knew what I was doing. His balled fists found their way back to his sides.

His large erection pushed at his boxers, making the hole in front gap. Allowing me to use one finger and trace along the exposed, velvet skin. So smooth. So sensitive. I had to have it.

Unceremoniously falling to my knees, I yanked his boxes down in one quick motion, causing him to suck in a breath of surprise. One hand at his base, one cupping his balls, I licked the crevice in the tip, salty from precum.

“Hmmm, Jess…” William whispered, hands contracting and releasing again.

I swirled my tongue around his head, looking up and meeting his eyes like a porn star. Slowly, holding his wild, burning gaze, I sucked him in. Filled my mouth. Then kept going, eyes twinkling, cock reaching the back of my mouth, then into my throat.

Working to control my gag reflex—which I wasn’t an expert at—I distracted the situation with messaging his balls. Cock in further, to the back of my throat now, making my eyes water.

If he wasn’t about to lose his shit, I would be intensely embarrassed about this whole scene. As it was, I was enthralled. Fists contracting faster now, every exquisite muscle on his powerful frame tense, he’d stopped breathing altogether. Six feet, two inches of solid muscle, with a leanness and grace to establish himself as Apollo, the Greek God in which I named him, he was powerfully built but gently employed. He was enough for an unbeliever to return to God. And I was making him sweat.

I sucked as backed off, working my hand, sliding my lips along his length. Back in, shallower with my hand running backup, working up friction. Then pausing to get that head beyond my mouth, deep, deep into my throat.

“Oh holy Lord, Jessica—“ He sounded like he was about to cry.

Hang in there--you will thank me in the end.

I worked him a little harder, had him straining forward, thrusting into my mouth, wanting deeper, then I backed off completely, standing.

His eyes snapped open, feral.

A smile playing around my lips, I took him by the hand and led him to the bed. “You won’t get off that quickly….no pun intended.”

He cursed under his breath, too revved up to smile. In fact, his face was pained with need, his muscles so tight he could barely walk.

“Woman, you’ll be the death of me, you know you will.” His eyes flashed.

“I’m waiting to hear you beg.” I bent to lick a nipple dramatically. Meeting his eyes, I bit his chest, liking his sharp intake of breath.

My palm up his smooth, bumpy chest, I suddenly shoved, barely missing his reflex to grab me to keep upright. He smirked when he landed, his proud cock jutting straight upward.

“At least it’ll be a good way to go.” He chuckled darkly.

Time for the strip tease.

I turned the music up as he settled more comfortably on the bed. It was a faster beat than in the living room, though still slow and sensual, allowing me to run my hands along my body, exploring, leading his eyes as my hips rocked and swayed to the beat.

I slipped out of my Teddy, letting the fabric play around my heeled feet, before sliding a hand over my bare breasts, letting the other hand search between my legs. I traced my panty line, turning myself on. Dipping inside, then licking the juices off my finger.

“My God—“ William groaned, hand jerking toward his cock. By sheer strength of will he stopped himself, but barely. He must be getting close. I wanted to finish together, so I had to monitor the pace.

Both my hands tracing lines over my flesh, I moved and pumped to the music. I was getting really down and dirty now, entering myself and basically masterbating while dancing. It was amazing how comfortable I still felt. Usually about this stage I would get crazy unsure of myself and stop. This time I let fly!

His face was covered in sweat. A hand connected with his cock, stroking. Unable to stop.

I had to skip to the next event. Massage oil.

No holds bar, I upended the bottle and squired the slick liquid onto my breasts and down my body, rubbing it in and getting myself all lubed up.

“No, Jess, oh please, I can’t—“ William cut off in a gulp, eyes wide and staring, trying to catch every inch of me at the same time.

The begging had begun.

I crawled on top of his thighs, bottle still in hand, looking at his eyes, waiting for him to return the gaze. When he did, I slowly moved the bottle over his penis.

“No, Jess, I can’t. Please, Jessica. You’re killing me—ohhhh!” His eyes rolled back in his head as I rubbed the oil along his glistening shaft.

I used that moment to make sure this stuff was the sex massage oil, because if it wasn’t supposed to be for internal purposes, it would really kill the mood when the burning started...

I crawled higher, rubbing it along his chest, getting him as slick as me. Then putting the bottle aside.

His eyes were glued to mine, worried of what I would do next. He didn’t have much longer. He was about to explode as it was.

But the show wasn’t finished.

I stood, nearly lost my balance and fell on my head, then steadied, both of us wearing smiles.

“Take two,” I said softly.

He nodded, eyes trained on my black, lacy thong. They followed the progress as said thong lowered down my legs, then snapped back to what they’d been covering.

“I can see how wet you are from here,” he said with a constricted throat, more to himself than to me.

I lowered slowly, onto his chest, trapping his arms beneath my legs. He was right, I was wet. So turned on and swollen. But this wasn’t about me. Not this time. I had to hang in there. I didn’t have long, either.

I did an erotic dance while kneeling, rubbing my slick breasts, then down my stomach. Down further, watching him watch my hands. Until my fingers glanced off my lower lips. With two hands I spread my sex, smiling as his eyes rounded. I threaded one finger inside.

“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered.

I started working myself, pumping my fingers into my sex, making the wet sounds of pleasure. I worked my clit, actually getting off now, not just for show. I had intended to tease, but now I would come. On top of him. With him watching.

Faster and faster I worked, thrusting my hips up, moaning, working myself over his chest, in front of his fervent eyes.

“Oh God, Jess, please.
Please, Jessica.
I can’t—I need you. Please. Oh holy Lord, I need to fuck you, Jessica.
Please
let me fuck you!
”

“Do you want to watch me come?” I asked in a sexy purr.

My body was on fire. My muscles were constricting, getting ready for climax. My hips were swinging wildly, leaving a wet smear across William’s chest.

“Oh my fucking God—“ William said, sweaty, red faced, in so much pain from not being able to touch himself he was rabid.

Then another first--in addition to masturbating on top of a guy, I crawled higher, over his face, and lowered onto him while still working my clit.

He jumped at the opportunity with vigor, slapping hands onto my butt and sucking me in. That hot mouth, my working hand—my eyes were fluttering, the pleasure rising, so sweet it cut.

“
Oh!”
I exploded, splashing his mouth with a pure shot of arousal. Shuttering over him. Lighting up with bursts of sweet ecstasy.

“I need you, Jessica,” he said in a rushed whisper as I backed down his body in the afterglow. “Please. Need you. Now.” He was intense. Craving me. Aching for me.

I gave myself, totally. I said good-bye to that control panel in my head and just let go.

I positioned my body quickly, then crashed down onto him, taking all of his monstrous size. He jerked up, gripping my butt again, half rising off the bed. He was nearly there. I was nearly to the second, still overflowing from the first.

I pitched and swayed, working different angles, feeling full and stretched. He messaged my clit while he pumped, rubbing against my G-spot and forcing the world to fall away.

I flipped around in a backward cowgirl and hit new senses and pleasures, striving for harder. Aiming for higher. He then turned me around again and sat up with me, getting deeper. Getting closer. More personal.

I cried and groaned in pure elation, the deep places inside me opened to the light as he unbolted and opened my world through my senses. Our two bodies were merging and rocking to a great symphony of the soul, another first for me. We were headed to that great crescendo that I seemed to visit often in the last couple days, but rarely before.

The feeling was more intense, higher than last night, harder than a moment before. We moved together, building, but not reaching. Sliding on top of each other. Him deep inside me, working.

“Almost. There. Jess!” he exclaimed, rocking his cock against my inner walls.

I grunted. It was all I was capable of.

He slammed into me harder, smacking, our bodies wet from the oil, slick from my his and my combined juices. My groin moved in circles over him, grinding him home, making him my prisoner, giving him a ride he wouldn’t forget. Getting him addicted.

“Oh Je—!” he screamed, his whole body shuddering.

His thumb continued to work my clit, knowing he was a second ahead. And then he wasn’t. I hit that crescendo and hollered.

Then went limp. Absolutely limp. My head lulled on his shoulder. My body cascaded over and around his. I did the setup, he could put everything away.

He lowered us to the bed, leaving himself inside me. We lay for a while, time having lost its meaning. He cradled my head on his chest and stroked my hair.

He kissed my head and said quietly, “You’re ever so welcome,” with a song in his deep voice.

Seemingly he accepted my thank you on a level deeper than mere sex. It thrilled me and terrified me in equal parts. I couldn’t help but smile.

Chapter Four

“’Morning Juniper.” I mumbled as I trudged into my cube.

“Have you seen that dad-gum new I.T. intern?” Juniper yelled, head poked through the leaves of her plant.

“What?” Hands full of sweater and handbag, I half turned to see what the commotion was. Usually she just ignored me in the mornings, for which I was thankful.

“That new I.T. man—
boy,
more like. He’s as windy as a sack fulla farts!”

“A sack full of
farts?
What are you talking about?”

“He done said it Friday afternoon—he’d be around
first
thing Mondie mornin’ and fix up my email right quick. Well, hel-lo, if it ain’t Mondie, than I don’t know what.”

Not Mon
day
, Mond
ie.
I didn’t feel like making fun of her out-loud.

“It’s 8:06 Juniper, give the kid a break. I wouldn’t want to deal with you before my coffee, either. And what does farting have to do with any of that.”

“Dumb Cal-i-forn-ian don’t know what language is. Don’t that just figure. Don’t know whether to check her ass or scratch her watch.”