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ОглавлениеHE LOWERED HIS head again and gave her left breast the same sort of attention, lavishing kisses on it, sucking the nipple, rolling his tongue around it as she lifted her hips again and again against him, unable to stop herself. Her arousal was potent, sharp in its intensity. She felt everything he did to her all over her body. It was nervousness, of course, and the adrenaline rush that came with a brand-new partner after being with only one man in two years. Also, it felt like she was breaking a rule, cheating, cheating on Ben even though she wasn’t. They hadn’t said they’d broken up, but there was no reason to say a single word to him the second she discovered he was married. Their relationship was null and void in her mind because he’d lied to her, lied to his wife. But if she knew Ben as well as she thought she did, he would apologize, try to get her back. He still considered her his girlfriend, and if he knew she was with another man, he would lose his mind. She almost wanted to call him right now and tell him what she was doing.
And laugh.
“More,” she whispered as Chris lightly bit her nipple.
“More what?”
“More of you,” she said, sliding her palms down his body from his neck to the small of his back where she lingered awhile. His skin was so soft here, so touchable, so smooth. “More of this.” She lifted her pelvis meaningfully into his.
“Are you begging for sex?”
“Not yet. Should I?”
“Worth a try. Maybe it would work.”
“No guy has ever made me beg for it before.”
“Maybe I know it’s worth begging for.”
“You’re a little cocky, Chris. How did I not know that about you?”
“A little cocky?”
She smiled.
He rose up off her body, knelt over her hips and unzipped his jeans. He lowered them and his black boxer briefs to his thighs. With one hand he stroked himself over her.
“Okay,” she said breathlessly. “You’re a lot cocky.” When he started to raise his jeans up again—more teasing—she reached out and grabbed his wrists.
“Don’t,” she said. He said nothing, only looked at her. “Please don’t? Pretty please?”
“You’re not bad at begging.”
“How much begging would I have to do to get you naked?”
“Am I naked yet?”
“Not completely.”
“Then obviously you need to beg more.” Chris took her naked breasts in both of his hands and held them, squeezing them lightly and massaging them. “Don’t you?”
She couldn’t quite believe it. This was Chris Steffensen? The Chris Steffensen who only worked up the courage to kiss her after they’d gotten into the parental whiskey stash that night? The Chris who’d barely spoken in school except to his closest friends and even then never said more than necessary? He’d walked down the halls, face half-hidden by long blond hair, didn’t talk in class, didn’t put himself in anyone’s way and only really expressed himself with his fists when someone went after Dillon. How had that shy, quiet, intense teenage boy turned into this strong, confident, beautiful man? Ten years had been very kind to Chris. She could get used to being with a man like him.
“Please take your clothes off,” she said. “All of them. I want to see your body, because if the rest of it is as good as what I’ve already seen, I’m going to be the luckiest woman on earth tonight. And I’ve never been the luckiest woman on earth, and after the past couple of days, I think I’ve earned it. And even if I haven’t, I want it, anyway. Also...your cock is sexy as hell and I want to feel it on me and in me. If I need to earn it some way, just say the word.”
“The word.”
“You aren’t cocky. You’re arrogant.”
“Why is my cock not in your mouth? I could have sworn it was cocksucking time.”
“What time is it?” she asked.
He looked up at the clock on the wall over the woodstove.
“Ten fourteen.”
“It’s after cocksucking time,” she said. “Allow me to apologize for my tardiness.”
“Actions speak louder than words.”
Joey didn’t say another word. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen a man do in her life—pull down his pants to show her his cock after she’d made a “little cocky” remark. Sexy and smug and smoldering. He hadn’t said a word. He didn’t need to. He was big enough to impress her, and he’d known it. Quiet Chris. Shy Chris. Sweet, sensitive Chris. Had he always had this side to him even in high school? If she’d seen past the chain wallet, the long hair, the brooding silences, the drugs, maybe he would have been her first time instead of just her first kiss.
“You want to lie down?” she asked.
He shook his head no.
“No?”
“Didn’t your friend tell you the best way to get over one guy was to get under another?”
“I don’t know if she meant it that literally.”
“I’m taking it that literally. Stay on your back. I’ll come to you.”
“And on me?”
“Not yet. But maybe later.”
“If I’m good?”
“Now you’re learning.”
She stretched out on her back again. Chris stood up off the bed but only long enough to finishing undressing. Jeans off. Boxer briefs off. Wearing nothing but the slightest smile, he crawled back over her, took her wrists in his hands and pushed them over her head onto the bed. She lay there, panting, aroused, scared in all the best ways to be scared, the ways people courted danger by skydiving and having sex with near-strangers. But this felt safe, too, safe as a roller coaster. Controlled fear. Chris wasn’t a stranger even if he seemed like it when he acted like this. She’d known him since she was twelve and although years had passed since she and he had been friends, it didn’t matter. He was one of the good guys. Dillon made it out of high school alive and well thanks to Chris. Now she’d thank him personally.
“You can tell me no to anything,” he said as he straddled her chest with his knees. “You shouldn’t. But you can.”
“I don’t want to tell you no. I don’t want to tell you anything.”
“Why not?”
“I want you to put my mouth to better use.”
He laughed a genuine laugh, not sexy, just honest. Just a laugh.
With his hands still on her wrists and holding her lightly down on the bed, he bent down and kissed her on the lips.
Against them, he said, “I used to dream about being your first in high school. I didn’t tell Dillon that part of my crush.”
“You don’t get to be my first time. But maybe you can be the best time?”
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
“I don’t know. So far so good.”
“Your ex wasn’t that good in bed?”
“He was fantastic in bed.”
He got the compliment. She could tell from the way he inhaled, like he felt the words as much as heard them. Chris released her wrist. He cupped the back of her neck to lift her so he could unhook her bra and remove it completely. It ended up with his clothes on the floor. She hoped she wouldn’t be seeing it again for many, many hours. Or ever.
Chris unbuttoned the top button of her jeans and he paused for a split second as if waiting for her to object. She had no objections. None. Instead of raising an objection, she raised her hips, allowing him to slide her jeans down her legs and off her. She was glad she’d taken the time to shave her legs in the shower. Once Kira planted that “jump him” seed in her brain, it had taken root. When he started to peel her underwear off, she knew it was going to happen and she was happy about it. She wanted this. No fear, no nervousness, no guilt. Only pleasure. As it should be.
Chris pressed a kiss onto her stomach. She dug her hands in his hair—such soft hair—and sighed as his lips left a burning trail from hip to hip and then down and down a little more.
“I thought it was your turn first,” she said as he kissed her upper thighs. He pushed her legs open.
“It’s our turn.”
“Our turn?”
In one impressively smooth movement, Chris turned around, straddled her shoulders and dropped his head between her legs. She lifted her head and took his cock into her mouth as he ran his tongue lightly up and down the seam of her vulva. Moaning, she opened her legs even wider for him and took more of him into her mouth. She gripped the back of his thighs and found them hard as steel in her hands. And he was hard as steel between her lips. The only thing soft was the kiss he placed on her clitoris. A gentle kiss followed by a lick and another lick. He spread her wider with his fingertips and licked her deeper inside. It felt so good she moaned, and since Chris’s cock was deep in her mouth he moaned, too. More of a groan than a moan. Whatever it was, Joey was pretty sure she’d never heard a man make a sound that sexy and sensual.
As she sucked him, she ran her hands up and down the backs of his legs, grabbing his ass a few times to playfully distract him and to drag him down closer to her. He got the hint and started pushing his hips in and out, fucking her mouth. He didn’t go too hard or too fast, didn’t choke her with his cock, which she appreciated. He was careful even as he went down on her, taking his time, teasing her with kisses and making her work for more by spreading wider for him and pulling her knees up to her chest.
“Beautiful,” Chris said as he caressed her wet open body with his fingertips. She could feel it as he massaged her inner labia, opening them up, and circling her vagina over and over again.
“In, please,” she said.
“What did you say?”
“You know what I said.”
“Say it again.”
“I said, ‘In, please.’ Go inside me. Please.”
“Well...since you said please.”
He pushed one finger into her and her hips came off the bed in embarrassing eagerness for more. He pushed in a second finger and licked her clitoris again.
“I can’t...” she panted.
“What?”
“I can’t suck your cock when you’re doing that. It feels too good. We can either six or nine but we can’t sixty-nine.”
“Weak,” he said. “Your game is weak.”
“I’m sorry!” She dissolved into laughter as Chris climbed off her and stretched out along the side of her body. He fondled her breasts, shaking his head the whole time.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “You made me feel too good, and I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing anymore. And your cock deserves my full concentration.”
“That it does.”
“Then again, so does my pussy.”
“Truer words.”
“So what do we do?”
“Flip for it?”
“Flip a coin?” Joey asked.
“I got a quarter.”
“Okay, so who’s heads and who’s tails?”
“Heads I go down on you. Tails you go down on me.”
“Or.”
“Or what?”
“Or you could fuck me, and we could both enjoy it at the same time?” Seemed like a reasonable suggestion to her.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked.
“Tell me anything.”
“I only have one condom on me. And I’m in no hurry to get this over with.”
“That’s not a bad secret.”
“You don’t have any on you, do you?”
She shook her head. “Sorry. I didn’t plan this ‘jump on the first guy who offers’ thing very well.”
“Nothing for it, then. We’ll just have to keep foreplaying for at least another hour.”
“Oh. Darn.”
“Real shame, isn’t it?” Chris said.
“A damn shame.”
“Keep telling me how much of a shame it is while I eat your pussy.”
“What happened to the coin flip?”
“I won it.”
“I don’t remember—”
Before she could finish telling him she had no memory at all of this supposed coin flip of his, it was too late. He had already slid between her legs again and opened her up for him. Once more he pushed two fingers inside of her, easing them in and out and around the warm, wet interior of her body as he licked her and sucked her and kissed her and finger-fucked her. She was awash in pleasure, in that sort of soft liquid pleasure that suffuses the stomach and back and hips all at once and makes the thighs tense and quiver and fingers clutch at the sheets. That sort of pleasure.
She was going to come and soon and hard and on his mouth. Joey’s head fell back and her shoulders came off the bed again. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she dug her heels into the mattress as Chris brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure and left her there as he slowed down, eased up the pressure to draw it out a little longer...a little longer...
“Please, Chris,” she said between labored breaths.
“Not yet.”
He stopped licking her and just used his fingers inside her. She’d been close to coming and now the urge faded, but only slightly. He hadn’t been kidding about wanting to drag the sex out as long as possible. He brought her almost to coming again and she could have screamed and would have if it didn’t feel so good getting there and back again.
“I’m dying,” she whispered. Her lips were dry and her lungs burned.
“I’ll let you come this time. Maybe.”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“You think I’m in any hurry to be done here? Do you have any idea how good you taste and how sexy you are like this?”
“Like this” was sweaty, flushed, writhing on the bed with her legs open as wide as possible and his head between her thighs and his fingers deep inside her. Maybe he was right. She did feel sexy like this. The only person in the room sexier was Chris, who seemed to have fallen madly in love with her vulva and couldn’t seem to stop kissing it. His beard tickled her inner thighs and she wondered if Kira was right about the beard burn. Was that really a thing? Well, she’d probably find out before morning. Even if it was a thing and even if it hurt like hell tomorrow...oh, it was worth it. So worth it.
“Chris,” she said.
“Joey.”
“Please give me an orgasm. I don’t ask for much. But I do ask for that. I beg for it.”
“Will you say my name when you come?”
“If that’s the price I have to pay.”
“It is.”
“Then yes. I was planning on doing that, anyway.”
“My name. Not your ex’s.”
“I have an ex? Weird. I can’t remember any ex. I thought it was just you and me in the world.”
Chris chuckled. “Your game isn’t as weak as I thought.”
“Chris,” she said. “Chris.”
“What?”
“Just practicing.”
“You’re amazing,” he said. “And so is your body. And so is your pussy. I’m so glad to finally meet it.”
He wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked it and licked it as once more he brought her to the edge of climaxing. She lifted her head off the bed and watched him as he kissed her. His eyes were closed and he looked intent on his work and yet...sublime. This was not a man who went down on her begrudgingly or only to get a blow job out of her. This was a man who loved doing what he was doing and it showed.
“You’re gorgeous,” she said.
He opened his eyes—blue eyes—and raised his chin.
“Lie down and come,” he said. “You can tell me how pretty I am later.”
She lay down. These were orders she could get used to following.
With both hands, Chris spread her wet folds open and with the flat of his tongue lapped at her clitoris in long slow licks that turned into short fast licks until she was frozen on the bed, paralyzed but with the sharpest, most intense sensation of pleasure she could remember feeling in all her life. And it went on and on, waves of it hitting her like ocean waves. Not gently, but hard, knocking her under, slamming the breath out of her. Her hips bucked and her vagina contracted on Chris’s fingers. She didn’t scream his name. She didn’t have the breath or energy to scream. But she sighed it, moaned it, and when her orgasm subsided and Chris climbed up to lie at her side, she said it again.
“Chris.” She met his eyes.
“Joey.”
“That felt amazing. My vagina is smiling.”
“Seriously?”
He pushed her legs open, looked down at her and back at her face.
“Oh, shit, it is. I’ve never seen that before.”
Joey put her hands on her face and laughed behind them.
“No. No hiding your face. I need that face.” Chris took her wrists and removed her hands from her face.
“You need my face?”
“Yes.”
“For what?”
“I’m going to fuck it.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, in that case, go right ahead.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Chris leaned over and with his hand on himself guided his cock back into her mouth. She took it in eagerly, wanting to return even a fraction of the pleasure he’d given her. He needed to come and she wanted him to come. In her mouth, on her breasts, she didn’t care. But making him come as hard as he’d made her was Joey’s highest priority tonight.
There wasn’t much in the world she found sexier than the way a man moved his hips while fucking. It was one reason she liked a light on during sex. Now she had a front row seat to the action. Chris moved with a slow steady rhythm as he fucked her mouth, his stomach taut with tension. He didn’t piston his hips, no jackhammering her mouth. Carefully he pushed. Carefully he pulled out. All the while he breathed heavily, half groaning with each thrust in, inhaling sharply each time he withdrew from her mouth. His hands gripped the sheets above her head and Joey ran her hands up his arms. They were tense, so tense. His entire body felt tense against her hands. He was hard everywhere, and she loved his hardness, especially the hardness in her mouth. With her fingernails she dug into the backs of his thighs and scratched downward, not breaking the skin but making sure he felt it, really felt it. The moan he made was obscene. She wished she could have recorded it. It would have been her new ringtone, and maybe then she’d actually like it when someone called her.
Joey would have told him to come but she couldn’t talk at the moment. She lifted her head instead and took him even deeper into her mouth. Maybe that would give him the hint she wasn’t going to stop until he came. He seemed to get the hint because he started to move a little harder and faster in her mouth. He was still careful not to choke her but she could tell it was getting more difficult for him to go slowly. Good. Let him let go. Let him fuck her hard. She didn’t care. She wanted it. It was delicious, decadent, dirty and distracting. And sexy. So damn sexy.
Chris panted hard, loudly. She loved the sound of his pleasure and the taste of his cock and the scent of his arousal. This was exactly what she needed—sex that was nothing but sex. No love, no relationship, no pressure, no pain. All bodies, no hearts. Just pure unadulterated fucking.
With a low grunt, Chris came in her mouth, filling it as she swallowed as best she could. He gave another grunt, and this one sounded almost like pain. He pulled out of her mouth and collapsed next to her on his back.
“Fuck...” He rubbed his face as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “That felt so good it hurt.”
“Best kind of pain.”
“God, yes.” He looked over at her and grinned. “Stay there.”
“I’m naked. Where would I go?”
He didn’t answer as he walked from the room, still naked himself. Chris should do that more often—walk out of rooms naked. The view was spectacular. Better than the view of the mountain from her window. She should charge money for a view like that.
Chris returned quickly with a glass of water and a glass of wine.
“Pick one,” he said.
“I get to pick?”
“You’re the one with the mouth full of my come.”
“I swallowed it. Most of it.”
“Take the water,” he said. “We’ll share the wine.”
She took the water from him and drank it down gratefully.
Meanwhile Chris sipped at the red wine, a pinot noir she’d found in the fridge. Pinot was her favorite. No way Chris could have known that. She didn’t drink wine in high school. Dillon must have put it there.
“I feel kind of weird fucking in this house,” she said. “It was my parents’ house. They fucked in this house. Not us.”
“Dillon fucked in this house.”
“What?”
She sat up and looked down at him.
“If you’re gay and in high school and scared about being outed, wouldn’t you go as far away as you could for your dates?”
“Well...yeah. But I didn’t know he brought guys out here.”
“Just the one guy. Trevor? I think that was his name.”
“Trevor? I don’t remember a Trevor.”
“He didn’t go to our school. They met at the Ski Bowl.”
“How do you know all this and I don’t?”
“He might be gay but he’s still a dude. A guy doesn’t want to tell his baby sister about his sex life.”
“But he wanted to tell you?”
“I covered for him. When he and Trevor were out here, he was supposedly crashing at my house.”
“I’m stunned. I’m just stunned. And jealous. Why did he get to fuck out here and I didn’t?”
“I would have fucked you out here. But you weren’t into me.”
“My mistake,” she said, rolling onto her side to face him. “I kind of regret that now.”
He laid a hand on her naked hip and caressed it.
“I wish... I wish I hadn’t been such a coward. I could have told you.”
“I wish I hadn’t been such a snob. I don’t know if you telling me would have made a difference. You were my brother’s stoner friend. And I liked you. I did. I liked that you were so protective of Dillon. I liked hanging out with you. I didn’t like you like you. Except for the night you kissed me. Then I liked you.”
“We were drunk. Doesn’t count.”
“No, I guess not. But I’m very sober tonight. And tonight counts.”
“You don’t like me. I’m just the rebound guy.”
“I like you. You’re very sexy when you’re not stoned.”
“I haven’t gotten stoned since my freshman year in college.”
“You said you went to a trade school.”
“Because I flunked out of college.”
“Because of the pot?”
“Because of the pot and the drinking and the not giving enough of a shit to go to class. When I flunked out, Dad kicked me out. Mom un-kicked me out. Sort of. She said I could stay in the storage room over the garage for six months but after that it was either go back to school or move out for real.”
“So you got a job?”
“I had to clean up the room in the garage first. Dad kept all his tools out there.” He stopped and smiled. “This will sound dumb.”
“Sound dumb. I want to hear you sound dumb.”
“I found a knife, a really pretty one, and Dad had some birch wood he’d never gotten around to using for something. And I was bored. I started whittling it. It made me feel better, better than I’d felt in a long time. Clear up here.” He tapped his forehead. “I did that for a couple weeks. Played with Dad’s tools, whittled, carved a little. In shop class in high school, I’d made a chair. I taught myself how to make one again, a rocking chair this time, and gave it to Mom as a thank-you for un-kicking me out. She thought it was so pretty she cried. Dad had been promising her a porch rocker for years like the one her grandmother had. Right after that, Dad had a heart attack and had to cut way back on work. I stepped up because I knew I could do it then. Making one stupid chair changed me. Yeah, that did sound dumb.”
“No, it sounds kind of...spiritual, maybe?” She hoped that didn’t sound as cheesy to him as it sounded to her.
“It’s wild, you know. Trees are alive and they die when you cut them down, but if you treat the wood the right way, carve it, stain it, polish it, make something beautiful out of it, or something useful—”
“Like a rocking chair for your mom?”
“Right. If you make something out of that wood, if you use it well, it’ll last for centuries. It’ll last longer than the tree might have lived. How’s that for an afterlife?”
“Sounds like a good afterlife to me. So making a chair changed you. I like that.”
“You make your mother cry by giving her something you made with your own hands and it gets to you, you know? That’s when I decided to get my act together. I quit drugs, all of them. I’m clean now. Have been for years.”
Joey felt an unexpected knot in her throat. She hadn’t meant to see Chris’s heart like that. She hadn’t meant to go digging. She certainly hadn’t expected to hit gold like she had.
“Anybody ever tell you that you clean up really nice?”
“Dillon did. But he doesn’t count.”
“Why not?”
“Because right now, only you count.”
He kissed her again, gently, but she didn’t want that. No gentle kisses for her. She needed rough and hard. She needed bruising kisses that would remind her tomorrow that she was single and could do stuff like have wild meaningless one-night stands with old high school friends. Of course, if Chris kept making her feel this good, this sexy, she might accidentally find a little meaning in it and that would be terrible, wouldn’t it? She didn’t want to have to get over two guys in one month. That was a lot of rebounding.
Joey touched his face tenderly. He pulled back and looked her in the eyes.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice soft and low. His eyelashes were long and they made him look younger in the low lamplight. They made him look almost innocent.
She didn’t want to hurt him.
Wait. Where had that thought come from? That she didn’t want to hurt him? He was half a foot taller than her, fifty pounds heavier, stronger, a man who rebuilt houses for his work. How could she hurt him? And yet the thought persisted.
“Nothing. I just like the beard.”
“I want to be inside you now.”
“You can be inside me now.”
Chris cupped her between her legs and pushed two and then three fingers inside her. Joey gripped his shoulder as he moved his hand with a deep spiraling motion in and out of her, opening her back up for him. She wanted to be open for him. She spread her legs wider.
“You feel so good inside,” he said. “You’re so wet.”
“You made me this wet. We haven’t even fucked yet and there’s a wet spot underneath me.”
“You’re so sexy when you come. Your whole body was into it. I’ve never seen a girl move like that. I’m hard again just thinking about it. I want you to move like that on my cock.”
“Then put your cock in me and I will.”
“Stay here. I need to get the condom.”
“Where’d you leave your wallet?”
“It’s not in my wallet.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Where is it, then?” she asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
“In my toolbox.”
A man who stored his condoms in his toolbox. That was cute. Very cute. She could get used to being with a guy like this.
Except she couldn’t get used to it.
Because she was leaving right after the wedding.
Because she was on the rebound, and if she got used to this, she’d just get hurt again.
This time when he walked naked from the room, she didn’t let herself enjoy the view.