Open House - Working Stiffs Book Two Page 2

  Like now.

  Instead of the outrage he’d fully expected, Jeff discovered he had an armful of hungry woman, a wide open mouth ready to devour him, a tongue dueling eagerly with his and seeking to learn more, just as he thrust his own into her wet warmth.

  Her body moved, aligning, settling into the male contours with ease. Her breasts were firm, pressed determinedly into the planes of his chest. Her dress was some skimpy summery thing, a mere tissue of fabric, and no barrier to the hard nipples rising against him. All he wore was a lightweight shirt, and he knew it wasn’t the air-conditioning making her small buds sharp against his flesh.

  Arms slipped upward around his neck as he searched for and found her smooth contours. One hand pressed her even closer into his clasp while the other slid down to the remembered curve of her shapely buttocks.

  She moaned, and there it was - that low gut-punch of desire that had captured him so long ago.

  He was helpless, already surrendering to her taste, her feel, her silk and cream skin. His hands gripped her tightly and lifted her up until her bottom hit the counter. She stayed locked to him, her arms and mouth adjusting to the new position.

  Then he moved even closer, forcing her legs apart, pushing his way between them until her dress rode high on her thighs and the bulge in his trousers thrust against her panties.

  He felt the heat there as she moaned into his mouth once more, then tore her lips from his, panting as she rested their foreheads together. “Christ above. I’d forgotten how good this could be.”

  “I hadn’t.” His hands, free now to wander where they would, stroked the ivory velvet of her inner thigh.

  She shuddered at his touch. “Jeff.”

  “Yeah. I’m here.” He leaned in and nipped at the delicate skin he found beneath her ear, her hair pushed back and revealing the sweet softness.

  “How can this be happening?” She ran her tongue over his cheek and lapped at his ear, using her teeth on his lobe and raising goosebumps over his flesh. “How can we possibly be like this after so long?”

  “Magic. Cosmic wizardry. We’re both horny. I have no fucking clue…” He slipped one strap off her shoulder and watched as she moved her arm, letting it fall to her elbow. The other followed and her breasts were bared to his eager gaze. “Are you complaining?”

  “No. God no. I should be, but no.”

  She wore no bra, nor did she need to. Full and round, the pale globes stood proudly away from her torso, tipped by large dusky areolas and sharply budded nipples.

  “Love your underwear.”

  She smothered a laugh, letting him look his fill. “I’ll need the support soon enough. But not today. It was too hot.”

  “God bless summer.” Reverently he reached for her and cupped a breast, weighing it in his palm and then caressing the peak with the pad of his thumb.

  Her skin nearly rippled at the pleasure. “Shit, Jeff. I don’t believe this,” she whispered.

  “You’re a dream. A dream come true.”

  Shamelessly she leaned toward him, offering herself. And unbuttoning his shirt at the same time, smiling as her hands found his skin and wandered, learning him again, lingering on the flat male nipples, teasing them into hardness with her fingernails. “You’ve filled out some.”

  Gently he squeezed her breast. “Likewise.”

  “Kiss me some more. I want to feel your skin against me when you do.”

  How could he refuse? Gaby had never held back in asking for what she wanted. It was part of her charm and perhaps part of the utter abject fear she could instill in a man. No rules of maidenly behavior applied to her. Not then, or - apparently - now.

  What she wanted, she demanded. Thus what she wanted, she always got. So if she wanted them skin-to-skin, it would happen. With his full cooperation, since Jeff was definitely on board with the idea.

  He gathered her to his body, his grasp firm and unyielding. As he bent to her mouth he felt her breasts against his naked chest, a turn-on of mammoth proportions. As if he needed any more stimulation. He was close to coming in his damn pants now, his cock thrusting fiercely against his fly and her pussy.

  Her legs wide, she moved to encircle him, lifting her knees, locking her ankles around his hips, digging her heels into his ass. As he kissed her, she opened her mouth wide on a groan and the fire between them flamed savagely, Jeff eating at her mouth, Gaby sucking at his in return.

  Their hands were all over each other, their bodies already moving to some otherworldly music only they could hear.

  If he could just reach his fly he could be past her flimsy clothing and inside her where he knew he had to be. Or die trying…

  His brain shut down and his cock took over. She was silken desire in his arms, her body sliding over his bare chest with all the seductive sensuality of a mythical temptress. Her hands stroked him, her nails scraped him as he thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, and tiny sounds of need whimpered from her throat as he crushed her breasts hard against his flesh. He could feel the thrumming of her pulse, the beating of her heart.

  It was echoed by his own, a counterpoint of passionate syncopation. He reached between them for his fly and unzipped it, biting back a grunt of relief as the rigid arousal forced its way past his shorts toward Gaby.

  It was the work of a second to position her where he wanted her and find her panties.

  He ripped hard, blind to everything but his need for her hot cunt enveloping him.

  At the sudden jolt, she froze. “Christ, Jeff. What the fuck are we doing?”

  Her hands pushed instead of pulled at him, and she struggled within his embrace. He immediately loosened his grip, not sure how to answer her question other than with the obvious.

  “Er, fucking?”

  She shivered as she eased their bodies apart, letting her legs droop. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. Without protection.”

  His mind was still rattling around his balls so it took a second or so for her meaning to make the necessary connections within his other brain. “Uhhh.”

  He swallowed hard and forced his thoughts out of the erotic fog that coated them and turned him from a sensible man into wobbly, desperate goo.

  She was right, of course. Absolutely right. He had visions of his jacket, somewhere in the living area, which contained the usual safety items. A tiny charger for his cell phone, a cleverly crafted bottle opener on a key ring, and a couple of condoms. The typical guy-pak.

  “I can take care of that.” He met her gaze, noted the drooping eyelids and the flush on her skin. Her cheeks were rosy and the color had drifted down to her neck and chest, touching her with fingers of sunset and fire. He figured he probably looked about the same.

  Sex-drunk.

  Almost…

  Almost wasn’t good enough. “I will take care of that Gaby. But first, I have some unfinished business.”

  “Oh yeah?” She spoke softly, her voice husky and redolent with sensual overtones. “What business?”

  Her scent was rich and unique, her thighs still spread wide apart as she sat on the counter. With one hand he pressed on her stomach, urging her to lean backward. With the other he pushed her dress high on her body and tore the tiny scrap of her panties away.

  “This business. I have to do this. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted you. And you’re addictive. I just never realized I was an addict until now.”

  Her pussy was lush, the folds deep pink and swollen, her pubic hair a neatly trimmed dark line pointing south.

  Gaby sighed as he lowered his body and nipped high on the inside of one thigh. “Well, if you must, you must. I’m all about taking care of business…”

  She leaned back on her elbows and closed her eyes.

  Jeff took a deep breath and then dove head first into heaven.

  *~*~*~*

  He’d always been sooo good at this.

  In fact Gaby had admitted to herself long ago that he’d been the best tongue she’d ever had between her thighs. She loved it, l
oved the feeling that a man could be so hungry for her he wanted to devour her sex with eager sucks and tiny nibbles.

  At this moment she was the Flavor of the Day ice cream cone, Gaby’s Pussy with a tiny touch of baby powder. And Jeff was licking it for all he was worth.

  Damn, he was good.

  Her hips moved, pushing her body into his mouth, a reflex action she couldn’t have stopped if someone held a gun to her head. In fact, she probably wouldn’t even know if someone was holding a gun to her head right now.

  Yeah, he was that good.

  His hands were firm, gripping her legs, stroking her, then fondling her folds and parting them so that his devilishly talented tongue could find some inside nooks and crannies to play in.

  Every time he did, she gasped, moaned and finally cried out as he nipped and tugged on her labia then thrust his face against her, pushing deep inside and lapping at her juices like a starving kitten.

  There was probably a feline joke there somewhere, but at this moment she was drifting on a sea of rising lust. The humor, the joy, the appreciation of this experience - they would have to wait while her body responded to and obeyed his oral commands.

  He was bringing her higher, slowly but inexorably. She was going to come, because he wouldn’t let her not come.

  She remembered his patience, his inventive movements, his insistence she let go. He wouldn’t stop until she did, no matter how much she begged and whimpered and sobbed that she couldn’t take any more.

  Right now she could take it all and then some. It had been too long since a man had turned her on like this. It had been - well, if she was honest, it had been since Jeff was last there, digging his tongue into her wet and swollen flesh. In an instant she realized a scary truth. This man had set a sexual benchmark all others had failed to meet.

  He’d spoiled her for other men.

  Now what the hell was she supposed to do about that?

  He fluttered the very tip of his tongue beneath her clit, driving a muted shriek from her throat and making her hands into claws, grabbing on to the beveled granite for dear life.

  Levitation seemed quite possible at this particular moment.

  “Let go, Gaby. Come for me. Come in my mouth. Give it to me…”

  Oh Christ. There it was. The erotic insistence that was so incredibly arousing. His voice was low, rough, everything a male should be at this moment.

  Her legs slithered over him, finding a comfortable home on his shoulders. Her heels dug into his back as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the magic of his mouth on her most sensitive places.

  It was a rolling wave that built within her, a pressure growing steadily toward some undefined goal of pleasure.

  Her nipples ached and she yearned to touch them but was held captive by her position, balanced precariously on the counter. Jeff had tugged her to his face so she was stuck where she was, her body weight on her elbows and forearms, the rest of her locked around his upper body.

  He held her, fingers clamped to her flesh, lips and mouth busily exploring every place he’d already been, returning with new ways to drive her insane. He teased, toyed and fluttered, tickled and hummed. He nuzzled and sucked, used his teeth to delicately scrape the sensitive flesh and then licked with urgent enthusiasm.

  “Gaby. Come.”

  Even his muttered encouragement was a turn-on. He spoke against her skin, whispered into her body, cast a spell deep inside her that made her feel as if her womanly places were opening to the universe.

  Chaotic thoughts rattled around in her brain, colors and fireworks exploded, leaving brilliantly brief flashes of indefinable joy in their wake.

  She was, indeed, coming. Obedient to his commands and helpless to withstand his physical arousal - even if she’d wanted to, which she didn’t - Gaby tumbled headlong into the massive orgasm that was about to drown her. Tension built, rising higher and higher until every muscle locked, every nerve ending lit up and every cell opened its mouth in a scream of need.

  The world disappeared. All that remained was Jeff’s mouth on her sex and his tongue inside her.

  She released the explosion on a shriek, soaring on the crest of spasms that erupted from the base of her spine and threatened to blow the top of her head off. Clamping his ears like a vise, her thighs held him where he was, the sharp contractions tugging at his tongue as he thrust deep, drinking her climax.

  It seemed to go on and on, rolling waves of exquisite pleasure, breaking over her yet not letting go. Not quite yet.

  Jeff urged her higher as she rode the sensations, purring into her body, murmuring his delight, breathing her orgasm. She didn’t feel alone or merely satisfied.

  She felt fulfilled.

  As the physical responses faded, leaving a warm lassitude behind them, she let taut muscles ease and summoned her wits back from the outer reaches of the known galaxy.

  She’d been right.

  He was sooo good at this.

  Early Saturday evening ~

  “My panties are useless.”

  “I couldn’t agree more.” Jeff smirked at Gaby as she emerged from the half-bathroom conveniently located between kitchen and dining area. “I’ve always believed that they’re an unnecessary and overpriced article of women’s clothing.”

  “Thus speaks the male of the species who wears trousers on a permanent basis.”

  “I would point out that with a last name which begins with Mc-something, my family has more than a passing knowledge of skirts. As in kilts.”

  “And you last wore one when?”

  He held up his hand in surrender. “Okay. But I made my point.”

  “Can’t escape the fact that you ripped my panties to shreds.” A reluctant smile crossed her face. “You savage.”

  Squaring his shoulders, Jeff gazed at her. “I am man. Hear me roar. And watch as I shred panties with my bare teeth.” He took the scrap of torn silk from her and tossed it over the staircase down to wherever it chose to land.

  She gave up and laughed. “Okay, okay. Grunt, caveman. Scratch your balls. Whatever.”

  “Sorry about the panties.” Now she’d admitted his superiority as a gender, he was prepared to make amends.

  She strolled through the dining area to the tall living room windows and looked out to the neat deck extending over the driveway beneath. “It’s getting dark.”

  He crossed to stand beside her, enjoying the feel of the cool air on his bare chest. Idly he shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it onto one of the overstuffed armchairs. “Storm coming in. I think I heard them say a front was going to knock some of this heat out tonight.”

  He glanced down at her as he caught her sigh. “What is it?”

  “No storm is going to knock the heat between us out, Jeff. What the hell is happening? Eight years apart then one hello, and we’re on each other like sex-starved rabbits.”

  “Got carrots?” He ran his fingertip down the side of her neck, enjoying the slightly damp and warm silk of her skin. “I’m still hungry.”

  “We’re damn near in public, you know.” She waved a hand at the windows. “Anyone could walk in. Could have walked in ten minutes ago.”

  He chuckled. “Don’t you think that seeing us having that good a time would have sold this place in seconds flat?”

  She blushed. “Very funny.”

  Jeff reached into his pants pocket. “Shhh. Listen.” He clicked the button on the tiny key ring and a soft beep echoed from below. “That was the front door locking. It’s all electronically controlled. For the homeowner, this is a way to ensure security, just like your car remote. Works from inside or outside. Doesn’t replace a deadbolt, of course, but right now it also secures the realtor dropbox. The record will show that the lock was sealed at - “ he looked at his watch, “seventeen-thirty. It’s all logged by some command center staffed on Saturdays by students desperate for beer money. Dad and I are the only ones with these coded remotes.”

  He turned fully to her and reached for her shoulders,
swinging her to face him. “In other words, Gaby my sweet, nobody knows or cares where we are or what we’re doing.”

  She stared at him, her eyes troubled. “What are we doing, Jeff?”

  “Making up for lost time? Being two consenting adults indulging in what consenting adults do best?” He ran a hand down her arm and lifted her fingers. “You’re not wearing a wedding ring, so no husband.” His look asked the question.

  She shook her head. “No husband.” She couldn’t help matching his glance. “No wife?”

  “No wife. Ever.”

  “Bit late to check marital status, huh?”

  “Yes, but I don’t think either of us could have stopped, do you?” He held out his hand. “Come with me, Gaby. I want to show you the rest of the house.” Nodding at the dining room table, he indicated his jacket lying on the back of a tall chair. “I want to go get what’s in my pocket before we go upstairs.”

  As she took his hand, he closed the remaining distance between them and once more tugged her dress to her waist, ignoring her gasp, or the fact that they were near the windows. “I want to fuck you. As much as I can, as long as I can. I want you screaming again, but with me inside you this time. I want so much, more than you’ll want to give, maybe.”

  She opened her mouth, but he kept talking. He was driven by some force he couldn’t quite understand, pushed into telling her what he wanted before she found some excuse to say no. Or worse… leave him.

  Again.

  “I’ve learned stuff over the last eight years. And I know what I like, what turns me on, what makes me crazy-mad with lust. And you have it. All of it. In spades, Gaby. I take one look at you and my cock’s hard enough to dent that granite countertop. My brain hikes off someplace and the only thing left is the most basic urge I’ve ever felt to fuck a woman. You.”

  Now he paused, his pulse thick and throbbing, his erection solid where he’d refastened his pants. He had spoken no more than the truth. Need for this woman was running rampant throughout his body, overriding caution, common sense and any lingering civilized impulses he might possibly have had left after dining on her pussy in the kitchen.