Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off (3 page)

"Lord have mercy,” Jack said in a deep, hungry voice while he dipped a finger between her cleavage. “Those are beautiful."

His erection now nuzzled the back of her ass, and Bethany tried to remember she was an experienced woman in his eyes, and experienced women did not hide their bodies, no matter what size they were.
Did they?

Her hands moved from her stomach to his thighs. She hoped he could not feel them trembling with nerves. If he did, maybe he would think she was trembling with need. He rocked into her backside again and traced the cup of her bra up to the shoulder straps then pulled at them. Yes, she decided as she noticed his fingers tremble as they tugged on the straps. Her nervousness would be hidden by the overwhelming need. “You're making me move faster than I wanted to, sweetheart."

"How so?” Bethany smiled at the fact she had been able to make him move with any urgency, especially in this arena where she was often overlooked. The cool air seemed to disappear as her body warmed to his touch. Resting her head against his shoulder, she was enjoying his fingers along her cleavage. The feel of his muscular thighs through his jeans was definitely a treat. Her entire body seemed ready to submit to his touches. Her lungs inhaled his scent as her ears tuned to his breathing.

"I want to take this bra off, rip that skirt, and plunge myself so far inside you, you won't know where I end and you begin,” Jack whispered in her ear then sucked on the lobe. Bethany was glad she had forgone the earrings. The man would have swallowed one by now.

"So, then do it.” In a bold move, she slid her hands up and cupped his erection through his jeans. She was shocked at how big he actually was. He must not have been fully hard before because he was impressively so now. Certainly, he was much bigger than the small vibrator she had tried out.

Jack struggled with the small button on the skirt. He cursed and stepped back. “Get that thing off before I loose all decency and tear you out of it."

She easily unzipped the skirt and let it fall past her shapely hips to the floor. She took a deep breath for courage and turned to face him. He had already removed his shirt and was pulling down his jeans. Her mouth hung open at the sight of his naked form.

"Wow.” She cleared her throat. “You must work out a lot."

Smiling, he stepped toward her. His broad, tan shoulders and washboard abs moved and rippled with each step. His legs were long, tan, and lean. A light dusting of hair covered his chest and narrowed down his stomach leading to the thicker patch of hair surrounding what could only be the biggest erection she had ever seen. Jack was porn star quality, and film was the best reference she had.

"You still have clothes on,” he said in a husky voice. His lids seemed heavy, and his chest flushed with color.

Bethany had completely forgotten about her own body at the sight of his. He reached around her back and unsnapped the bra. Without the support, her breasts dropped a little, and she could breathe easier. He went straight to his knee and hooked his thumbs in her white cotton panties with little yellow ducks on them. Immediately, she felt mortified, but when she put them on this morning, she thought they were cute. Now, she felt childish.

"Cute duckies.” Jack stripped the panties down her legs and left them at her ankles. He started to get up but instead pressed his nose into her warm inviting sex for a long inhale. The neatly groomed triangle of curls tickled his nose. The scent of her arousal stirred on the air. One lick was all he got. Her legs began to quiver. She needed him inside her as much as she needed her next breath. “How do you want it?"

Unable to speak, she opened and shut her mouth without saying anything.

"Here's fine with me, too.” Jack snatched the box of condoms off the tray next to the strawberries, pulled one out, and rolled it on. All the while, he watched her extreme fascination at the process; it was as if he understood how mesmerized she was by his cock. “I love the way you look at my cock, Bethany."

"How do I look at it?” She tore her eyes away from his erection to look at his face again. Jack moved close and hugged her. Slowly, he began urging her to the floor.

"Like it's the only one you've ever seen. Like you could spend hours, maybe even days exploring it. Hell, like it's amazing.” He chuckled. After a deep breath, he grew more serious. “Like you want me."

"I do want you.” Bethany lost the last word to his lips. He began kissing her slow and deep, making love to her mouth and relaxing her entire body to his touch. His hand gently urged her legs apart, and then his fingers began exploring her. The most she had done with Douglas was kiss and a little over the clothes petting. The feel of Jack's fingers on her naked skin, inside her most private place was overwhelming. So many thoughts raced through her mind, but her body was reacting to his touch, and it wanted more.

"You really do. You're already wet and warm and ready.” Jack parted the lips to her sex and settled between her legs.

Bethany felt the broad head of his cock at her opening. How he was going to get it in was a mystery. Yes, she wanted him, and yes, she had been gushing since the dance floor. Her panties were soaked, and she knew her sex was still weeping for him. Nevertheless, he was bigger than she expected, and she fought to hide her fear.

Jack started kissing her again. Slowly his tongue pressed in, and then his cock made the same motion to her virginal flesh. Bethany gripped his back and took a deep breath.

Pulling back for air, he ground out, “Damn you're tight."

"Jack,” Bethany pleaded. She did not want him looking at her right now. He must have taken her plea for impatience because he pushed himself all the way in with one thrust. His knees gave out. She heard them hit the carpet.

"Bethany?” He struggled for breath. He knew it the instant he felt it, but there was nothing he could do by then.

She just hoped he was not mad that she didn't tell him. She fully intended to deny it anyways. Fighting tears, she forced a smile and kissed his neck as she adjusted around his rod inside her. It hurt, for like a second. With each moment after, it felt better. “Mmm?"

"You were a..."

"Jack, you're supposed to be making me writhe in passion, not asking me silly questions.” She gripped him tightly and lifted her hips.

"Yes, ma'am.” Jack fought the constricting feeling in his chest. A virgin. Shit! He had never fucked a virgin before. If he had known, he would have taken his time, made it special for her. Instead, he had rammed in thinking he would get a moan of pleasure not a maidenhead.

"Jack?” Bethany prompted.

It was not what he had expected, she knew this much, but he was too far gone to turn back now. He began making love to her.

She decided he definitely was not fucking her. Not with the slow, careful strokes he made though she knew he wanted to go faster, harder. His arms shook. His breath was labored, and sweat transferred from his forehead to her neck and cheek. He was enjoying it even if it was torture.

So was she. In fact, she was really enjoying it. She wanted more.

"Faster, Jack. Harder.” Bethany lifted against him, driving him deep. She gasped at the same time he did.

"I don't want to hurt you,” he rasped.

"You're not hurting me. You're killing me.” Bethany gripped him tightly and wrapped her legs around his hips. She could feel his firm butt on her left calf. “Please, Jack."

He did not answer her. Instead, he made a low and deep rumbling noise then picked up the pace. Bethany reveled in the sheer force of him. The push and drag of his cock against her tender flesh had her aching for something just out of reach. An unfamiliar feeling began to tighten in her womb. She had tried masturbation before, attempted to use a vibrator once, and though she enjoyed herself, she never felt like this. She had never let herself go completely.

"Jack!” Bethany squeezed her thighs tightly against his hips.

"Oh yeah, that's it, baby. Let it come, Bethany. Come for me.” Jack closed his eyes and maintained his position.

Her tight walls clenched even tighter as they prepared for her release. She said his name again as he felt her body shudder beneath him. He opened his eyes and watched her arch against him; her teeth bit into her bottom lip, and her eyebrows made a crease between them as they tried to draw together. Her delicate neck stretched, and the blue vein throbbed with her wild pulse.

"You're so beautiful when you come.” He kissed her lips as the pulses around his cock slowed, and her head tilted back toward him.

"Look at me.” Jack swallowed. “I'm going to come, Bethany. Tell me you want me."

She opened her eyes, looked into the most sincere expression and wondered who wouldn't want Jack? “I want you, Jack. I want you to come for me."

And just that easy, he plunged forward and remained there. Steadily, he pushed against her, going as deep as possible, with only small tremors and jerks counting for movement. He did not close his eyes at all. His gaze remained locked on hers the entire time. She noted his clenched jaw and the slight motion on the left side of it.

"You look pretty damn good yourself,” Bethany admonished.

Jack smiled and collapsed on top of her. He could never have done that with other women. He would have crushed them. Bethany, on the other hand, just adjusted her legs and stroked his back with one hand before running the other hand through his sweat soaked hair. He had never made love to a woman before, but if he could guess at it, certainly what they just did qualified.

He propped up on one elbow and stared down at her. Her soft, green eyes twinkled with fulfillment and humor. “Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"

"What makes you think I was?” Bethany continued to lazily stroke his head.

"You had a maidenhead. There's probably blood between us right now.” He watched her easy smile fade; then her face screwed up in defiance.

"What the hell is a maidenhead?"

"You know. The thin tissue in a woman, it breaks when she loses her virginity.” He soothed her eyebrow by stroking it. Bethany made the most interesting faces.

"I'm sure I don't have one.” She stopped playing with his hair. Her relaxed eyebrow puckered back up with her serious expression. Her face blushed. “And why do you call it that?"

"That's what it was called in the book I read.” He shrugged then nodded. “You had one, trust me."

"What book did you read? No doctor calls it a maidenhead, and I am sure I did not have one!” She stopped stroking him completely and pulled both arms to cross them over her breasts between them.

"My momma's romance novel when I was thirteen. She left it out, and I was glad she did. She looked for it for about a week, but it took me a while to read it since I had to sneak and hide to do it.” He pulled back and then pulled out. Looking down between them, he nodded. “And you were a virgin, Bethany. Proof's right there."

Jack landed on his back with a thump as she scrambled off the floor. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. By the time he got there, the door was locked. She turned on the shower and paced. She was embarrassed, but he was out there and needed to clean up, too.

"Bethany, sweetheart, unlock the door. I didn't mean to upset you, honey. I just don't understand why you didn't tell me is all.” Jack tried the knob. “Bethany, I would really like to get in there, too."

"Go. Away.” She could hear him twisting on the doorknob. Her gut told her to unlock it, but her pride told her she had just made a huge mistake. Her plan to get married and stay married long enough to get a new identity, a new social security card, and driver's license with a new last name on it was backfiring.

"Humm. Not happening. Now, open the door and let's talk about this.” Jack tapped on the door then tried the knob.

"This is so embarrassing. I thought for sure this wouldn't happen to me.” She sobbed. Everything was closing in. She was naked in a bathroom, and a naked man was on the other side of the door. Not just any naked man, her husband!

"What, sweetheart, open the door, tell me what wouldn't happen.” He waited a beat. “You're making me nervous, honey, open the door."

She padded back and forth across the bathroom floor. It was not unnatural, but it made the fact she was a virgin an irrefutable fact. Now, he would definitely want a divorce as soon as possible. She could not leave him out there. Certainly not in his current condition! And she was making
him
nervous?

Ha! She was the one who just lost her virginity! She should be the one who was nervous. She rolled her shoulders back, took a deep breath, and decided to face this with the same false arrogance she faced all challenges. She unlocked the door slowly, so he would not know right away; then she got into the shower.

Jack heard her sniffling by the door. She was crying. What the hell had he done? He heard her sniffle again but farther away. He tried the knob one more time. The knob turned easily. He stepped into the room filling with steam. Bethany was in the shower, her voluptuous body silhouetted through the glass door. He disposed of the spent condom and stepped in behind her.

Double brass showerheads let warm water beat down on them from both sides of the shower. Neither attempted conversation. They both took a minute to let the water cleanse them and the situation. Jack thought about the moment he saw her walk in the bar. She had fidgeted with her little purse, straightened her blouse by pulling it away from her breasts then smoothing it down. The skirt fell below her knees and concealed what he now knew was a very nice ass and set of legs.

For whatever reason, Bethany did not want him to know she was a virgin. He decided to let the issue drop. It was only important to him because she was the first virgin he had ever slept with. His taste in women prior to Bethany tended toward the wild side.

He had definitely never been where no man had gone before, until now, and somewhere deep inside his instincts took over, made him want to protect her. A sense of responsibility struck him, and he considered that he just might be an honorable man. Jack turned to face her and realized she was still sniffling. Her back shook as she tried to regain her composure.