Read In Anyone Else's Shoes Online
Authors: M. L. Joslyn
In Anyone Else's Shoes (7 page)
Her hands stretched hard across his shorts, pinning his cock against himself, then skidded purposely over his hips and down to his ass. She held him, squeezed him, and rubbed curious fingers all over him. She closed her eyes to envision the prize she lecherously embraced. She would see it soon enough.
Emma had enjoyed their little game, but her patience was thinner than the fabric smothering her spoils, and she was ready for more. She crawled to his feet and wrangled the crumpled jeans to the floor. His boxers followed. She backed up until she could access his long, thick cock with her hands. She toyed with it – stroking it, squeezing it, feeling it throb. It was perfectly hard and steel straight. She bent to taste it and savour it, but as her lips made contact with the silky skin, Jason grabbed her hips and lifted her up. He brought her beneath him, paused, and then reached for his jeans. The crisp sound from a bursting condom wrapper broke the silence seconds later.
‘You’re so damn pretty, Emma Green. I want you where I can look at you.’ Jason kissed her flushed cheeks, the tip of her nose, and then her soft lips. His cock pressed past her spread thighs and lunged at her folds. He inched in steadily, thoughtfully. When he was fully inside her, he paused. Emma relished the imposition of his weighty body and thick cock, and she held him in, unwilling to release him. Linked as one, they rocked against each other in rhythmic punches, her engorged clit quivering its approval. She held tight to his stony biceps, enjoying every second of the ride.
Not sure how much longer he would last, Emma requested her turn at the window seat. ‘You’re so fucking pretty too, Jason Eastman. Roll over.’
Without so much as a grumble, Jason wrapped his arms under Emma and brought her above him. She straddled his thighs, pressed her palms to his chest, and sat up. Now she could see him better, and she could … touch him, as she had in her fantasies.
Emma teased his erection, bobbing slowly over it at first, allowing just half to escape before bullying it back inside her, where she wanted it. She leant in closer to him, caressed his face and allowed her fingers to stroll through his thick, brown locks.
She picked up the pace and sat higher, her palms snaking about rigid waves of flexing abs. She bounced hard and fast, his hips lifting in tempo with the dance. Their eyes met and locked, tacit emotions and immodest sparks trading fast.
Jason squeezed Emma’s ass and she shuddered, her orgasm spanking her whole body at once. He was with her, his muscles tensing with each surge of his sticky cream.
She fell to his chest and his arms cloaked her, secured her. They listened to each other breathe and they stared out at the dim room, wondering what came next.
Water streamed from the ceiling-mounted, sunflower-sized showerhead and rushed from the cluster of wall jets in a fury. It lapped against Emma’s skin, sending spent soap to bubbly puddles at her feet. She could linger in the glass and tile enclosure all day – if she didn’t have to catch a flight. It was almost an out-of-body experience for her – much like the last four weeks had been.
Emma lifted a thick cotton bath towel from a shelf at the far end of the shower, and wrapped it snug around her. The patter of dripping water faded, and through the heavy mist she heard music – something she couldn’t quite discern. She moved to the bathroom mirror so she could scrutinise and feud with the tangles in her just-washed hair, and the reverberations grew more insistent.
After running fingers through her shoulder-length locks to keep them from drying in a knot, she scurried out of the room to hunt down the source of the strains. She found it quick enough.
One of his feet rested on a cushion, the distressed leather of the couch crinkling beneath the weight. His other foot was on the floor, tapping to the rhythm of the song. He seemed very relaxed, spread across the couch in his boxers, singing to the ceiling. His voice was good – surprisingly good. Almost as good as he looked.
‘We’re gonna break out the hats and hooters when Emma comes home. We’re gonna rev up the motor scooters when Emma comes home to stay …’ He sang it like he meant it, like he was singing it for himself – not for her.
‘
Josie
, my favourite song. You know, I thought I
was
home, Jace.’ Emma skimmed across the room, reached for his face. ‘I’m guessing you’re good with that?’
‘You’re a good guesser, sweets.’ Jason laid the six-string acoustic on the floor and patted the cushion next to him.
‘Can’t, babe. Got a flight to catch. Besides, I love watching you – how do you put it? – finger your guitar.’
‘Something you should know, Em. Guitarists always want to play the finest instrument in the room. Hmmm … this one’s still in the case.’ Jason tugged on her towel and let it fall to the floor. He stretched for her breasts and began stroking the bottoms.
‘Jace, it’s my last week of buyer training at corporate. I can’t be late.’
‘You know, I’m thinking there’s a fresh banana cupcake hidden somewhere around here. I wonder where it could be?’ Jason patted the cushion once more.
‘I think I’m reconsidering this new job of mine. My boss is a real ass.’
‘Your boss hasn’t even gotten dressed yet. By the way, have you seen my belt?’
