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She’d wanted the one night. He’d given it to her and now it was his turn. He needed something and Jaynie was the only one who could give it to him. So he didn’t pull away. He kept sliding his fingers in and out of her hot little pussy, gritting his teeth as she clenched tighter and tighter around him. He felt it when the orgasm started and when she opened her mouth to scream, he covered her lips with his, swallowing the harsh, rough sound.

Slowly, her body relaxed against the wall and Brian lifted his head to stare down at her. Her eyes were closed but slowly her lashes lifted. Her gaze locked with his and he held it as he lifted his hand and slid his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. Then he dipped his head and pressed his lips to her ear as he murmured, “I’m coming over tonight.”

Slowly, he straightened and pulled away.

Just as he rounded the corner, he saw a guy who looked only faintly familiar. Kate’s new guy. Kate came jogging down the steps that led to Jaynie’s apartment and she glanced back over Brian’s shoulder. “Where did Jaynie disappear to?” 56

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Chapter Four

I
’
m coming over tonight
.

His words kept replaying themselves in her head. Part of her wanted to gape at his arrogance. Part of her wanted to cringe as she realized how close it had been, him touching her like that while Kate and her boyfriend were not even fifteen feet away.

She might like to play, but she’d always considered sex something that needed to be done in private. Jaynie had never had problems keeping Dean from getting too hot and heavy, but with Brian, after those first couple of seconds, she hadn’t cared.

Still didn’t. That small part of her brain that clung to embarrassment was still ranting at her. But the rest of her?

The rest of her burned with anticipation.

One thing was certain—Jaynie sure as hell didn’t feel frigid. She lay on her bed, still wearing the double-layered tank tops from earlier and her panties. She’d taken off the brief excuse for a skirt and she really needed to get up and change. Change into what, though? Yeah, she had bought some sexy undies but that was so—predictable. She wasn’t convinced she wanted Brian thinking she was dressing up, or down, just for him, though the allure was undeniable.

But try as she might, she couldn’t get her limbs to move for anything. Not even when she heard the door unlock nearly a half hour later, and not even when she heard him moving through the apartment. He appeared in the doorway and still, she lay there.

Her heart pounded hard and fast inside her chest, racing as though she had just run the New York Marathon and her breathing came in harsh, shallow breaths that had her breasts rising and falling in a quick rhythm. His gaze lingered on her breasts and then 57

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moved lower to stare at the juncture of her thighs. “Take your panties off,” he said softly.

She shook her head. Tried to say, “I can’t seem to move.” But of their own violation, her hands went to her panties. She
could
move. Jaynie lifted her hips up to push the lacy scrap out of the way.

“Leave them there,” he said when she had pushed them to her knees. “Pull your shirt up but don’t take it off.” He crossed over to her and as he did, he reached for the hem of his shirt, jerking it up and off in one quick, harsh movement.

“You’re bossy,” she muttered as she pulled the layered shirts up. She lifted her torso to take it all the way off and he stopped her when she had the shirts halfway over her head. The lower half of her face was uncovered but the two layered tanks were still over the top half, effectively blindfolding her. He shoved her arms down to the bed, the shirts still in a tangle.

“You like it when I’m bossy,” he said, his voice calm and confident. She shifted her head and tried to move free from the shirts but he tightened his grip. “Be still, Jaynie.

Do you remember that night when I told you I wondered how your pretty mouth would look wrapped around my cock?”

She felt the mattress dip beneath his weight. She shivered, unable to stop, when he bent his head and murmured in her ear, “I’m getting ready to find out.” Jaynie had been in an aroused state ever since that brief event in the backyard and she wasn’t certain she could get any more turned on. But apparently, she was wrong.

As she understood just what Brian was getting ready to do, she had to press her knees together to ease the ache there.

“Can’t have that,” Brian murmured and then he reached down, gripped her knees and parted her legs as far as the panties she still had halfway on would allow. “I like seeing you like that.”

“You’ll have a hard time seeing me like this if you plan on seeing me with your cock in my mouth,” she said. She shifted again, tugged on her arms.

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“Use your imagination, Jaynie,” he whispered suggestively. She heard the rasp of a zipper, felt the mattress shift beneath her as he once more left the bed. She instinctively closed her legs and Brian sighed—a weary sound. “Jaynie, I said don’t do that. I want to see that pretty pink pussy just like that.”

She whimpered.

Brian laughed softly, touched her, pressing his fingers against her core. She was dripping wet and when he touched her, she rose to press herself against his hand. “All slick and wet, just for me,” he muttered. Then he pulled away. “Don’t move again,” he ordered and this time, his voice was hard, commanding.

Unable to do otherwise, she held still, keeping her legs slightly spread and her arms over her head, the shirts still blindfolding her. When he returned, she felt the brush of his naked body against her own then she felt him crouch beside her. A hand slid down, fisted in her hair and he turned her head, guiding it just a little forward until the hard, rounded head of his cock pressed against her lips. “Do it, Jaynie,” he ordered roughly.

“Suck on me. I want to see it if your mouth looks as good on my cock as I think it will.” She opened her lips and he pushed inside, feeding her one slow inch at a time until she flinched. “That’s good…” he crooned. “You don’t have to take any more…
yet
…” He guided her in a slow, compelling rhythm, using his hand to support her head but it was awkward with her arms pinned as they were by the clothes. She pulled away and said,

“Let me move my arms, Brian.”

“Why?”

She groaned in frustration. “So I can move better.”

“Better how? Better why? So you can take my cock better?”

“Yes!”

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How can that bossy attitude make me so damn hot
? Jaynie wondered. She wasn’t going to say it, though. If he wanted a half-ass blowjob, then… “I want to take your cock better, Brian,” she heard herself say. “Please let me.”

“Good girl.” But he didn’t let her take the shirts off. He did it, pulling each arm down and out but he didn’t pull the shirt from over her head. Instead, he tightened it somehow, making the cloth more binding and using it to guide her mouth back to his erect shaft. “Stick your tongue out and lick me.”

“Why are you so damn bossy?” she muttered before she complied.

“Because it makes you hot as lightning and because you owe me. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in four months.” Then he stopped talking and gripped her head in his hands—one still fisted in the material of her shirt and the other splayed across her jaw. He pushed deep, deeper than she had taken him earlier. Jaynie tried to roll onto her belly so that she could handle him better but he stopped her, pressing his hand to her breastbone until she stopped squirming. “Bring your knees up.” She did and he pushed her panties down over her knees. They fell to her ankles. He slid his hand up one thigh, used his fingers to spread her folds and exposed her clit.

Then he lifted his hand. “Look at that. Pretty…pink…wet…” Brian’s hand came down hard, right between her thighs, slapping her sex. She jumped. She would have screamed if she could have done it around the cock he was pushing back and forth between her lips. Torn between outrage and shock, she stiffened and tried to pull away. But the hand at her head wouldn’t let her. And then he slapped her again, landing the light, stinging blow on her clit.

She came. So did he. She groaned, the sound muffled and strangled. His hand tightened on her head, pushing her farther down on his cock as he jetted his seed into her mouth. He slapped her pussy again and again and each little touch set her off anew, a series of mini-climaxes that didn’t let up until she was soaked with sweat and shaking. He let her pull back and allowed the shirts to fall away from her eyes. She opened her eyes, sucked in much-needed air and stared up at him, still trembling from 60

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the last aftershock. He slapped her pussy and held her gaze when she bucked and cried out.

With his free hand, he grasped his cock, wrapped his fingers around it and began stroking it in a casual, almost offhand manner. “See what happens to little girls who don’t listen?” he teased. “They get a spanking.” Then he dipped a finger inside her.

“And they like it. You liked that, didn’t you, Jaynie?” Dazed, she couldn’t do anything but nod. He pulled his finger away and reached up to touch it to her lips. She turned her head away and he caught it with his hand.

“You liked every single second of it,” he whispered as he painted her lips with the juices from her sex. He dipped his head low, licked her mouth and growled. “You taste almost as sweet like that. It’s like honey. Do you have a vibrator?” Hardly able to keep up with him, she stared at him blankly when he lifted his head.

“What?”

“A vibrator,” he repeated.

She blushed and glanced toward her dresser where she kept a Pocket Rocket she rarely used and a dildo that got even less use. He held her gaze as he reached over and rifled through silky panties and bras until he found both. He glanced over the dildo and said, “Maybe later.”

The pocket rocket he turned on, and then, as he watched her face, he pressed the madly vibrating tip against her sensitized clit. “You do it,” he ordered. Jaynie’s hand shook as she took the pocket rocket and pressed it close. The sensations from the vibrations went shooting through her and she cried out. “Don’t drop it.” His voice was gruff but he wasn’t watching her face.

Instead, he was staring between her legs, staring at the little bed toy with rapt eyes.

He shifted so that he lay between her thighs and then he touched her, pushing his fingers inside. Then he touched her lower. Between the clenched cheeks of her ass, pushing and probing even though she tensed against him. The moisture from her sex eased his way just a little, so that he could press against the tightly puckered bud. “I 61

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want to fuck you here,” he said baldly, looking up at her face to gauge her reaction. “If you don’t want me to, now is your only chance to tell me no. Because if you don’t, I’m going to have you so hot and ready for it, you won’t even be able to think, much less tell me you don’t want it.”

Jaynie’s voice was shaky. “I want it.”

A hot male grin that curled his lips and then he rolled her over onto her belly. He left the bed and when she looked back over her shoulder at him, she saw he had brought something with him. A small black bag. He reached inside and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.

Jaynie swallowed. This was the one thing she hadn’t done with Dean. They’d played a little in college and she’d gone so far as to buy a butt plug, but they never got around to using it and, in all honesty, it wasn’t on her top ten fantasy list.

Her heart skipped a few beats as he gripped the cheeks of her ass and pushed them apart. Oh, hell. Was he looking at her
there
? She sneaked a glance over her shoulder and then turned, burying her face in the comforter. Yes. He was.

He touched her and the unfamiliar stroke made her flinch. Brian curved a hand over her hip, steadying her. “Be still,” he said softly and then he touched her again, light, teasing little touches that felt a whole hell of a lot better than she would have thought possible. His hand left her and when he touched her again, his fingers were wet and slick with lubricant. It was cool at first, but then it seemed to warm on her skin, and tingle. She hissed out a breath when he started to probe the tight pucker of her anus, easing just the tip of his finger in, then withdrawing, going a little deeper with each caress.

She whimpered and tried to pull away as he took the touches deeper, pushing his finger completely inside her butt, pulling it out, thrusting in again. He was stretching her and it
hurt
, but at the same time, it felt as though his touch made a fire spread through her, a fire that threatened to consume her. She whimpered and rocked her hips 62

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back and forth, holding the madly vibrating pocket rocket against her clit, rocking back to meet his touch, but then away before he could take it any deeper.

His hand on her hip tightened and he growled warningly, “Be still.” Then he added a second finger and she screamed, startled and unprepared. He pushed both fingers inside her and rotated.

“Brian, stop it…please. Oh shit, it hurts,” she pleaded. And it did, but at the same time she pushed back against him, riding his hand, trying to take more.

“My dick is bigger than my fingers, baby. We need to loosen you up before I fuck your ass,” he said. “Look at you—it might hurt you some, but you love it, don’t you?

Look at you riding my hand. I bet you’re wet too.” He let go of her hip and shifted around so that she was kneeling between his thighs. He reached down and took the pocket rocket away so he could cup his hand over her mound. “Oh, yeah,” he muttered, his voice a harsh, husky growl. “You’re wet.” Using his other hand, he pushed two fingers into her pussy and the double penetration had her arching up and convulsing in his arms. Then he started to circle his thumb around her clit—slow, teasingly light touches.