Open House - Working Stiffs Book Two Page 3

  The fundamental male in him was growling, a predatory sound that meant only one thing. It was time to take a mate.

  When she closed her mouth and simply nodded, he damn near came right then and there. But he held it together somehow, found the protection in his jacket and walked upstairs to the next floor behind her, all without sinking his teeth into her gorgeous calves or dragging her by her hair to the nearest level surface.

  It was close, though.

  Particularly the sinking-teeth thing. She had calves that must have been designed solely for the purpose of driving a man insane with the need to lick them. Smooth and curved, they screamed “female” as they flexed in front of his nose. He made a mental note to never walk upstairs behind a woman he wanted this bad. Ever.

  Of course if he hung back a bit, he might be able to …

  “Quit trying to look up my skirt.” She paused and glanced over her shoulder. “I’m already half naked, for Chrissake. There’s nothing up there you haven’t already seen.”

  “And tasted too.” He snickered. “But from this angle, it’s all new.”

  “Jesus.” She snorted and flounced up to the landing, incidentally flashing him a quick glimpse of naked buttocks.

  He sighed. She was perfect, no matter how he looked at her. It was definitely time to get her nude. And keep her that way, so that he might admire her perfection at his leisure.

  After he’d taken the initial edge off his lusts.

  He reached the landing and turned to the master suite, only to find she’d gone the other way.

  “This is nice. Not too large, not too small…just right for a guest room.” She poked her nose into the adjoining bathroom. “Very nice indeed. You guys did a great job.”

  “Thank you. Can we fuck now?”

  “Patience.” She tugged at the top of her dress, barely hiding her pebbled nipples.

  Damn her. She did that on purpose.

  “This would benefit from something scented, soaps or candles perhaps, and absolutely ditch the shells.” She lifted an eyebrow as she picked up a large conch. “Seriously?”

  He shrugged. “Not up to me. That was the design firm Dad fired recently. You’re the replacement, so I guess the shells will go.”

  She nodded. “Yes. Along with some of the other schmaltzy stuff.” She brushed past him, the scent of her body warm and feminine. If there were candles or soaps that smelled of Gaby, Jeff would order a case right off the bat.

  “I like the high window. We’ll play that up.” She stood and looked back at him. “Shall we go to the master suite now?”

  He nearly choked on a whimper, but managed to turn it into a small throat clearing. “Yes. That would be a good idea.”

  He swore she giggled beneath her breath, but the sound was tiny, almost masked by the first rumble of thunder outside. She did shoot a quick glance at his crotch, though.

  He damn near felt it. If she stared any longer than a second at his fly, he was gonna come in his pants, no two ways about it. There was a limit to his control and he’d raced past it a while ago.

  Slowly she sauntered into the darkening room, and paused at the end of the massive bed. “Oh my.”

  He came up behind her and gave in to temptation, standing at her back and cupping her breasts, watching her face in the ornate mirror that filled the wall behind the low carved headboard.

  His thumbs eased aside the fabric, finding her nipples, toying with them and arousing them as he pressed his rigid cock into the cleft of her buttocks. “Gaby. Now. Here. Fuck me.”

  The whisper echoed as lightning flashed, illuminating them, revealing her face, her lips parted, her eyes watching his hands dark against the white skin of her breasts.

  She leaned back and deftly pushed her dress down to the floor, naked at last. “Whatever you want, Jeff. Whatever it is you want, I want it too.”

  He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sensual eroticism of her words drift over him.

  She moved, turning, making him step backward. “But first, there’s something I want to do…”

  *~*~*~*

  A tiny part of Gaby’s mind stumbled aside and clasped its hand to its mouth, stifling a scream of maidenly shock. She was on her knees before she realized it, naked in front of a fully aroused man, and reaching for his fly.

  Yep, fallen-woman alert.

  This wasn’t her usual sexual behavior, for sure. In fact, she wasn’t one to get into oral sex very much, preferring the basics - inserting tab A into slot B and repeating as necessary.

  As she slowly drew Jeff’s zipper down, and relished his muted groan of excitement, she wondered why this time it should seem so natural. Why she was eager to touch him, to examine his cock, feel it in her hands - and in her mouth. Why she seemed to know instinctively how to tug his pants away and follow that by sliding his shorts down to join the pile of clothing on the floor.

  She was barely aware of him toeing off his sandals and kicking everything aside - there was a serious distraction right in front of her nose.

  Oh. My. God.

  She didn’t remember him being this hard, this big - this tempting.

  He thrust toward her, thick and erect, curving slightly with the head swollen and ridged. Tiny droplets of moisture sparkled around the little eye at its tip. Just looking at his cock created an empty ache low in her belly.

  He would fit, she knew. He would fill her dark places, slide easily through the juices that were already flowering within, readying her for the entrance of this masterpiece of male sculpture.

  For one moment she knew a deep amazement at the response she was experiencing, a reflexive answer of female to male, yang to yin, pussy to cock. The mating instinct ruled in a universe all its own, no conscious thought required apparently.

  And this miracle of masculinity had caused her instincts to hit their redline. Her salivary glands were already making her drool and she didn’t have to feign eagerness as she reached for him, stroking him, learning the rigid musculature that lay beneath the velvety soft skin.

  He sighed, then moaned a little as she tugged gently, sounds that she appreciated every bit as much as the feel of him in her hands. He whispered her name, reverently, on an exhalation that could have come from his very soul.

  She looked up, meeting his gaze, seeing the flush on his cheeks and the intense focus of his expression. Licking her lips, she kissed the purpling head and then slid her mouth down, over, around, all the way to his body, never breaking eye contact.

  Now he groaned, a deep appreciative sound, followed by a slight shiver and the lightest of touches on the back of her head.

  She repeated her movements, letting her saliva gleam along his length, loving the way her lips slipped and brushed the veined skin. When she pushed him upward and found his balls, caressing them gently with her tongue, the resultant gasp made her want to laugh around the delicate sac.

  God, this was fun. He tasted good, smelled good. Man, musk, sweat and Jeff. A richly fragrant combination that Gaby inhaled and sucked and appreciated with enthusiasm.

  His buttocks clenched when she reached around and grabbed him, her head moving steadily now, sucking and releasing him, in a rhythm that suited them both.

  “Fuck, Gaby. Jesus…”

  Another shudder rippled through the strong thighs and she decided that helping one’s lover find religion at this particular moment was a strong indicator she was doing things right.

  The fingers in her hair tightened. “Stop.”

  “Wha…fff…acchtthhhpphhhttt…” She gagged.

  “You have to stop.” Jeff moaned out the words. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you gotta stop.”

  Gaby coughed, drew in a breath and then frowned up at him. “I had your cock in my mouth, I’m sucking you like you’re the last popsicle on the face of the planet, you’re a quivering lump of jelly and you want me to fucking stop?”

  He sighed. A deep mournful sound that must have come from somewhere around his toenails. “Yea
h.”

  “Why?” She blinked, baffled beyond belief. Maybe she was doing it wrong after all.

  “Because I’m two seconds away from coming. It would be splendid for me but right now, this time, I want you with me. This isn’t a solo experience, Gaby. Or it shouldn’t be. I want to fuck you properly.”

  She released his cock and leaned back against the foot of the bed. Looking up at him, she grinned. “Hmm. Couldn’t you fuck me improperly?”

  *~*~*~*

  And that, right there, that wicked smile, was exactly why Jeff had tumbled head over heels in love with this woman eight years ago. And never really tumbled out.

  He reached for her and caught her by surprise as he lifted her off her feet and tossed her onto the king-sized bed. “Improper sounds about right. I think I can manage that.”

  He followed her, landing on top of her, deliberately crushing her with his weight.

  “Ooofff.” The air whooshed out of her lungs.

  “Yep. This is how we start getting improper.” He pushed his groin down, his cock thrusting between her thighs and grazing her pussy lips. Hard and close to climax, it was all about control for him and thank God he’d got those years on him, otherwise the scent of her body alone would have him spewing his load right this second.

  He forced his mind to open, to lessen the focus on his need to come and explore the wonders of the woman beneath him. She was half-laughing, half-panting; a silky-soft, heated muddle of creamy skin and dark hair.

  “I need to breathe, you idiot.” She pushed at him.

  “Really? I rather hoped I took your breath away.” He shifted his weight off her, but stayed pretty much looming over her naked body. From this position it was easy to lean over and nibble on one tasty-looking nipple.

  “You do. God help me, you do. You always have.”

  He felt her hand brush the stubble on the back of his head and was grateful he’d had his hair cut so short for the summer. This was sensual, this caress of his scalp, this light massage from a woman’s fingertips.

  He suckled, tugging her breast gently, stretching the tender bud and making her gasp. He loved how her hips moved, an erotic invitation she probably didn’t even realize she was offering.

  There were so many magic connections, sex pathways that connected places on a woman’s body, just as there were on a man’s. Experimenting, Jeff nuzzled and ran his tongue over her, paying attention to different places as the mood took him.

  She seemed to like having her navel licked, but her armpits produced nothing more than a giggle or two.

  Her neck, however. Oh yeah. When he breathed and sucked on the pulse throbbing just beneath the skin - she moaned and writhed, her legs parting, her chest rising as she sucked in air.

  Yeah. That was a good place.

  All of which was fabulous, should definitely be recorded in some data file for future reference, and was an occupation Jeff could happily continue most of the night.

  His cock, however, had other ideas.

  “Gaby.” He lifted himself away from her. “I need to be inside you.”

  She nodded. “I need you there, too. Please, Jeff. Don’t wait.”

  He slid off the bed and retrieved a foil packet, tearing it open and sheathing himself as she moved the luxurious quilt away from the bed to reveal cool sheets. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating her, a mythical creature, a picture of sexual abandonment, sprawling nude amongst designer pillows.

  He had plans for those pillows.

  Protected, he returned to her, knowing that now the time had come to claim what he was beginning to feel was his. He grabbed a pillow, thrust it beneath her ass and pressed her thighs wide apart.

  He wasn’t gentle and didn’t mean to be. The time for sweet seduction was past. He was going to fuck her and she needed to know that fact, to welcome him. To accept him into her body.

  She settled herself, opened her legs as far as she could and held out her arms. There was no need for words.

  Positioning himself at her entrance, Jeff looked down, seeing her swollen and wet pussy lips parting as he began to push his way inside. She was hot, so hot, and snug around his sheathed cock, a passageway of molten lava kissing his length with each millimeter.

  He wanted to push, to thrust his way home, to take, to conquer. But that would deprive them both of these magnificent seconds.

  She moved again and he noticed her grabbing a couple of pillows. “I want to see.” She shoved them awkwardly behind her and he realized she’d lifted herself up enough to watch where they were becoming one.

  It was astounding what that tiny little move, those few words, did to Jeff. He wanted to watch as well, but even more he wanted to see her face as his cock sank deep into her cunt.

  She was there, so in the moment with him he didn’t know where either ended or the other began.

  He was almost seated now, and her thighs tightened against his hips. He let go and thrust, going as deep as he could, abrading her pussy and her clit with his groin. His balls connected with her body and they were sealed together in that unique way reserved for man and woman.

  “Fuck. That feels so good.” She lay back and closed her eyes. “So very good, Jeff.”

  He nodded. “I know.” Then he began to move.

  Starting slow, he withdrew, enjoying the slight tug of her tight channel on his cock. Returning again, he set up a rhythm, pushing as deeply as he could each time and with a little more force.

  He didn’t even need to fight for control now, since his cock seemed to know everything was right, that it was where it was destined to be. There was no hurry to rush things, no clawing need to come. Yet.

  He could enjoy this sensual stroking, this intimate inner massage of cock and cunt.

  She was enjoying it too, apparently, since tiny whimpers of pleasure were starting to echo through the room. He could hear them clearly, even though the storm still raged outside. It was nothing compared to the storm being generated inside.

  Their bodies responded to the eternal rhythm, Gaby lifting into his thrusts, Jeff pulling almost to the entrance and yet never quite slipping free of her. They panted, groaned and moaned, the sounds of their fucking becoming louder and slicker as her juices soaked them both.

  Jeff knew the mirror above the bed would reflect them, two bodies beginning to gleam with sweat.

  He suddenly tore his cock free, grabbed Gabby, and flipped her onto her stomach. “Hands and knees. Now.”

  Again, she was there, scrambling up in front of him, presenting him with her ass and her swollen pussy, pushing backward as if hungry for him to take her this way.

  “Look up. Look at us.” Jeff’s voice was rough, his entrance even rougher.

  He thrust into her, making her sway and grab the linens to keep her balance. But she looked up, met his gaze and held it.

  “Fuck me. Make me come like this. Jesus, Jeff. I’m dyin’ here.”

  He didn’t need to acknowledge her words because he was already moving, thrusting back inside, going more deeply from this angle. Her ass was pale and round and tempting, her breasts were swaying free in time with his thrusts. He held her with one hand, reaching around her with the other to find her clit.

  Hammering into her, loving the slaps made by their bodies as they met and parted, Jeff finally surrendered and let his body take over.

  She gasped and cried out, her body tensing, her inner muscles beginning to clench around his cock.

  He could feel his balls tight, touching her as he pounded against her, the sharp electric tingles at the base of his spine heralding his imminent explosion.

  “Now, Gaby. Fuck. I’m coming.”

  “Christ, Jeff.”

  The reflections in the mirror contorted, the sounds of sex froze and two sets of muscles erupted into bliss.

  Jeff’s groan filled the room as he came, his cock spurting savagely into the condom inside Gaby. His buttocks clenched and the fact that her inner walls were milking him with incredible power kept the org
asm going for longer than he could ever have imagined.

  He managed to open his eyes and watch her face. She was whimpering, grimacing, twitching around him as her body clasped his in the most passionate of embraces. Her inner massage damn near squeezed his spleen out through his cock.

  Yeah, she was definitely coming. Nobody could fake that. He’d probably have bruises in the morning from her pussy.

  And wouldn’t that be wonderful?

  Sunday morning ~ bit fuzzy on the actual time…

  Gaby woke by degrees, starting with a delightful sense of well-being. That was followed by a few very odd aches and pains and then a sensation of stickiness gluing her thighs together.

  There was also a log or something lying across her middle. No, wait. That wasn’t a log. It was an arm. A man’s arm.

  Jeff.

  She closed her eyes for a moment, not sure if she was willing this to be true, or if she’d prefer it just to be a dream. A very nice dream, but a dream nonetheless.

  Because Jeff was bound to be trouble.

  He’d been trouble eight years ago, and obviously he was still her one vulnerability. Her weak spot. He’d said hello and her panties had disappeared completely of their own volition. She had no idea where they were.

  Okay, part of it was a savage bolt of lust that had hit her smack in the crotch when she’d seen him. But that was just another example of how weak she was when it came to this man.

  The big problem was she didn’t regret it, not what they’d done last night - and that had been the absolute zenith of her sexual experiences to date - nor what they’d done years before.

  He’d been only the second lover she’d had. And for some mystical reason, he had swept her out of everything she’d accepted about herself and thrown her into a sensual windstorm of sensation, passion and orgasms.