Happenstance (7 page)

“I could give you company at home whenever you want,” he tells me
while looking down at my lips that are now glossed with ice cream.

“In fact, I make great company anywhere you want me to be,” he
whispers in my ear and before I can answer him, he starts trailing kisses from
my ear lobe down to my neck covering my whole body in goose bumps. I shiver.

“Cold?”
He asks. I nod my head
yes
. Where are my vocal cords? I’m not
sure.

“Here, I’ll keep you warm.” He gently takes my ice cream cup from
me. After placing it on the table, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls
me so I can sit on his lap. His fingers are slightly cold from the ice cream as
he grabs each side of my face and trails his hands up to my hair, curling his
fingers and gently rubbing small circles on my scalp. I am in heaven. My eyes
close and I groan, “
Mmmm
, I like that.”

“Yeah?
What else do you like? Let me
find out.”

He pulls my face down and kisses me, opening my mouth with his
tongue. Slow and methodically sucking on my lips and then sticking his tongue
into my mouth. His tongue is fantastic. I don’t think I could ever get tired of
his mouth on me. He pulls away, but doesn’t stop as he gently trails kisses
around my lips, down my neck, and to the top of my collarbone.

“Do you like this too?” All I can do is mumble. He laughs a low
throaty chuckle. “My, my, didn’t think I would leave you speechless.” And he
stops.

“I’m not,” I say, opening my eyes.

“Ah, there’s my little smart ass. Come on, let’s take you home.”

Take me home and stay with
me.
I silently make a little wish.

Chapter Seven

August 2011

Victoria

It seems to take us half the time to get back home as
it did to get to dinner.
And isn’t that
just typical?
Aren’t all guys quick to get to the happy ending?

Still, I have to admit this is what I want and I did tell him to
keep things casual. It has been a while since I last slept with someone, over
seven months too long, and that person was Eric. Seven months without being
caressed and tangled up with someone else. God, I hope I don’t get rejected
tonight. This is my first time ever insinuating sex with someone I haven’t
known to well and I’m nervous. What if he doesn’t want it? I shift my eyes over
just a little bit, trying not to be conspicuous. He’s staring straight ahead
and biting his lip. Wonder what he’s thinking, if he knows he’s going to get
laid.
Probably.
We reach my place and he walks me to
the door. I can feel his breath as I put the key in the lock. As soon as I turn
my head, he pulls me closer and
whispers,
“Don’t think
you are going in without a goodnight kiss.”

He kisses me sweetly, slowly wrapping one hand around my head while
his other hand braces against the door. His kisses start a fire in my belly
I’ve never felt before. It’s not like the soft kisses of butterflies, but a
heat that ignites my blood. I gently pull him away and nearly melt when I see
the hunger in his eyes and his rapid heartbeat against my palm.

“I wasn’t saying goodnight,” I tell him softly. His eyes open
wide and when he opens his mouth to speak I put my finger to his lips.

“I never do this. I know that’s the cliché line you hear a
thousand times. Really, I never do. I’ve always been careful and honest . . . you
know, tried to do things the old fashioned way.
But not
today.
Not right now. Here with you. I just can’t.”

He stands there, looking at me with his beautiful hazel eyes, as
if he’s trying to break into my soul and break away each layer. I think I
stopped breathing. The seconds tick away, sounding loud in my head as if a
clock is pressed deep inside of me. Finally,
finally
, he runs his thumb over my bottom lip and clears his
throat.

“Ok.” Is all I hear before he leans in for another
kiss.
This one a little rougher, a little
needier, as if claiming my mouth.
I feel his hand go behind me, and I
open the door, pushing both of us in. With his lips still on mine, he kicks the
door shut behind him. I once again pull away from him, grabbing his hand and
leading him to my bedroom, not bothering to turn on the lights. It doesn’t take
much to navigate to my room; the light coming from the bedroom window casts a
soft glow over our skin. The fire that started in my stomach travels through my
body and I know it’s not from nerves. I am ready for this—my body is ready.

We reach my bed and I turn to face him, wrapping my arms around his
waist. He pulls me closer and runs his strong skilled hands slowly down my
arms. I’m pressed up against him so close that I immediately feel his arousal
right at my belly, hard and ready for me. The thought alone is causing my core
to tingle and my panties to moisten in anticipation. He wraps his arms behind me
to unzip my skirt and with a tug pushes the fabric down my curves. I’m more
than willing to let him explore every inch of my body. Slowly, he lets his
fingers trail up the side of my hips to my waist and then finally around to my
ass where he gives me a squeeze. I let out a short breath of air I didn’t even
know I was holding.
Can I possibly learn
to control my breathing with this man?

“I love these curves, you are exquisite baby.” Ok, focus on the
breathing. I try to steady myself against the side of the bed, but he pulls me
closer.

“Where is your other tattoo?”

“What?” I am very interested in letting my own hands make a trail
down his chest.

“Your other tattoo, where is it?” he repeats with an impish grin.

I stick out my chin, “I told you, you’ll just have to find it
yourself.” We are too close together; he couldn’t possibly have seen it yet.

“Oh no, Ms. Smart Ass, you will tell me where it is. I remember
being challenged.” His eyes have a little twinkle in them.
Hmm.

“I’m not saying shit.”

“Is that so?” he leans down to kiss my neck and begins sucking
causing my heart to race and nipples to harden. I lean my head back, giving him
better access and he starts leaving trails of delicious kisses on my skin. I
can’t help but close my eyes.

“I won’t,” I tell him but I’m not as confident as I was just a
few seconds ago.
Why did I challenge him
again? What a dumb move.

“Hmmm,” is all I hear as he lifts both my arms up over my head
holding them tight with his left
hand.

With his right, he gently places one finger in the space between my
panty and hip bone leaving hot traces on my skin while he begins exploring my
waist and lower belly. Goosebumps follow his fingers and I shiver slightly. I
can just hear the grin that is spreading on his face. Damn him. Finally, he
pushes down to the center of my thighs where my thong is soaked with arousal.

“
Mmm
, you are so ready for me. What a
shame that you make us wait.” His own arousal is pressing up against me and I
shift slightly aching to guide it in the right direction. He’s about to win
this challenge in just a few minutes because he is driving me insane.

“Jared,” is all I can manage when he shifts his hand to cup my
sex and places one finger inside of me.
Oh,
God.
I’m going to orgasm any minute if he keeps this up. And he does, he
pulls his finger out and puts two back in, working his way in and out of me,
while continuing to kiss my jaw all the way to the side to then bite my
earlobe. It’s torture.

“Jared,” I beg. “Please.” He smirks at me and I don’t even care.
I’ve never been more ready.

“You ask so nicely, but that’s not what I want to hear.”

I’m nearly over the edge. I try to be still and stay quiet, but
then he uses his thumb to press down on my sensitive spot gently rubbing at it while
softly increasing the pressure. I squeeze my legs.

“Alright,” I can hear my voice crack.
Damn him
. “It’s on my hip bone, a butterfly.”

“Is it now? I
thought
I
had noticed that earlier.” He chuckles. He
had
seen it and totally played me! I’m trying to think of a snarky comment, but
before I can, he releases my arms and lifts me up gently placing me on the bed.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, he begins unbuttoning his shirt and
pulls it off throwing it to the floor. I can only stare at the massive contours
of his chest and six pack abs. My eyes travel down to a thin hairline from his
belly button to his jeans, I’m anxious to run my finger down that trail and find
out where it leads. He grabs each side of my panties and slowly pulls them
towards him. As he takes them off, I watch him stare as I place both feet on
the bed and lift my butt revealing the slick part of me that’s ready for him to
claim.

“You really are gorgeous, babe.” He looks down at me, taking in
every five foot, three inch of me, and in that moment I believe him. I really
do feel gorgeous and special.

Sitting up, I help him undress, my hand grabbing his impressive
length, and caressing its wet tip. He is hard, ready, and perfect for me. He
groans when I touch him and in turn, takes off my blouse throwing it to join
his shirt on the floor. I reach to pull off my shoes but he stops me. “No,
leave them on.”

He gently lifts me up so that I can straddle him. Moving his arms
to my back, he unclasps my bra and pulls it off, revealing my nipples tight and
waiting for him. He leans down and covers one with his mouth, sucking and
pulling at the tip. His lips fill me with warmth wherever they land and I close
my eyes and let my head fall back.

“Oh my God,” I say. While he continues to torture me with his
mouth he grabs a condom from his wallet and throws his pants off the bed. He
moves on to the other breast, equally teasing and pulling on the nipple causing
me to squirm. Jared chuckles. “Wait a second, baby girl.”

But it isn’t so easy to wait, for either one of us. His cock is
already in between my legs rubbing against my inner thigh as he slowly shifts
his body; I reach down and grab him again, stroking the wet tip with my finger.

“God, you are driving me crazy,” he says. He kisses me deeply,
pushing his tongue in, completely consuming me.

Lowering me onto the bed he runs his lips softly down my chest,
to my belly button and then stops right at the opening of my inner thighs. My
heart is beating erratically in my chest and I’m embarrassed to admit, I’m
panting. I spread my legs without any demands from him and he chuckles in
satisfaction. His
lips latch onto my core and begins
sucking before his tongue licks all the sweetness inside of me.

“Jared!” I come for him then, violently, and he can’t fight his
own need any longer.

He tears off the condom wrapper and puts it on swiftly, entering me
in one slow smooth stroke. But I don’t want
slow
. Not
tonight.

I lift my ass pushing him in all the way, my heels digging into
his skin, and smile when it makes him gasp. That is all Jared needs to see as
he rides me. He holds me with his forearm behind my knees which causes my legs
to stretch up. It’s one of my favorite positions. At first Jared moves hard and
fast until he feels me tighten around his cock and knowing that I’m on the
edge, he goes slow and steady. Beads of sweat scatter across his chest. I lick
my lips and trail his hair line with my hands up to his chest then pull his
face down so I can kiss him. His lips are as good as my vodka; I can drink him
night after night. I try to lift myself up again to push him in deeper and
faster but he is holding on to my waist and won’t let me. After a few minutes
of this it is all I can do. He is driving me mad.

“Jared,” I whisper. Hazel eyes probe mine intently.

“Yes, baby girl. What is it?”

“Fuck me already,” and he does, gripping the sheets with his
palms, he rides me fast, pumping himself into me until we both come
simultaneously and he collapses on top of me.

We hold each other for a long while. My fingers caressing his
back and his tangled in my hair, I close my eyes and savor the seconds. Words
aren’t needed, the actions are bliss alone.

~

Warm sunlight greets my face Saturday morning—again.
Groaning, I turn my face away from the glare, but I still feel the heat of the
sun at the back of my head. Feeling annoyed at
myself
for not learning from my mistakes the first time, I unwillingly get up to shut
the blinds and get back in bed. Looking at the tangled sheets and pillows on
the floor, memories of the previous night hit me.
Oh God, had that really just happened? And if it did, where was he?
The house is eerily quiet, it didn’t seem like he was in the bathroom. He
probably bailed on me!
Of course
he
did. After claiming I didn’t want a relationship and a few rounds of sex,
albeit hot, delicious sex, I shouldn’t be surprised to see that he would just
up and leave without a note.

It’s probably just as well, I also got my fix and now we can go
on with our lives. Sluggishly getting a fresh set of clothes I walk into the
bathroom and gasp when I look at my reflection. A scary homeless-looking woman
with a string of wild tangled hair and smeared makeup is looking back at me.
This man sure knows how to ruffle me up! Taking the time to lather up, wash my
crazed sexed hair and then blow dry it; I realize how hungry I am when I hear
my stomach grumble. After the workout from last night, it’s a wonder I haven’t
fainted by now.

Walking out of the bathroom feeling cute and refreshed I scream
when I run into a hard chest.

“What the fuck!”

“It’s me, babe! Just me,” Jared says, holding his hands up in
front of him.

“You scared the crap out of me, Jared!” I wrap my arms around my
body tighter and I glare at him, my heart pounding.