Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (27 page)

She lay on the bed, curling her lip as he
fell beside her and leaned his chin on her shoulder. "Are you
okay?"

"Just too much, too fast."

"Sorry, I—"

"No, it was my fault. I need to take baby
steps."

Staring at her, he fought to catch his
breath. "You sure you’re okay?"

"Yeah, I’ll be fine."

"Did you, uh, enjoy it?"

She took a deep breath. "I’ve never felt
anything like it in my life. It’s so intense."

Placing his hand on her back, he rubbed
sensuously. She kissed him softly. "It didn’t hurt until it was all
the way in."

"It was only the tip. There at the very end.
I was, uh—"

Her eyes opened wide. "Really? It felt like
it was... Wow."

He nodded slowly. "Maybe we shouldn’t do that
again."

After closing her eyes, she opened them and gave
him a sexy look. "No we’re definitely trying it again, but I’m
getting a book, or something. We must be doing something
wrong."

He grinned at her. "And you’re supposed to be
the sex expert."

"Hey, those who can, do, and those who can’t,
write about it… or something like that."

Laughing, he moved his lips to her shoulder and
placed tiny kisses all over her back. He lifted up. "You’re
amazing. I’d love to figure out how to do this with you. I was
probably at the wrong angle or something and sorry I came so soon,
but it was so freaking hot. Looking down at your gorgeous body with
my... I was never so big and hard in my life."

"Maybe that was part of the problem."

"Maybe."

Turning onto her side, she gazed into his eyes.
"I need to take a bath. You want to join me?"

After the bath, they spent the next two
hours sleeping soundly together. When Jillian woke first, she left
him there to rest while she rushed to her laptop and used this
experience to expand Chapter Nineteen. Then they spent the rest of
the day in bed, testing out the activities in Chapter Twenty. They
didn’t hit a single tennis ball that weekend, but Brian did read
the first draft of the unfinished novel. Jillian had written just
up to the point where Brice left to return to college at the end of
Spring Break.

Early on Sunday, Jillian walked Brian to his
car. He wore the same outfit as when he arrived. They stood
together by his open door, him not wanting to leave and her not
wanting to let him go. He frowned. "I probably should have brought
my books; then I could have stayed a little later... Some clothes
would have been nice, too. A toothbrush, even... Anything,
really."

She smiled. "I was thinking of coming to
Atlanta the first week of April."

"I've got exams coming up, but I can drive
down some weekend." He added slowly with his eyes bugged out,
"It's. Only. Nine. Hours."

They shared a chuckle.
Widening his eyes, he gave her a suggestive look. "Maybe when I
come back, we can
not
play tennis again. This is so much more fun."

For the next two months, Jillian and Brian
saw each other only four times. Twice he flew into Miami, and twice
she made her way to Atlanta, where they spent the weekend at a
hotel ordering room service, playing a little tennis, and spending
a lot of time in bed. Falling for him, she thought a lot about what
might happen after he graduated. She thought about how they should
probably stop seeing each other soon, since with the age
difference, the Rob issue, and the fact that Brian had a job a
thousand miles away from her, they would be forced to end it,
anyway, at some point. But the more time she spent with him, the
harder it became to talk to him about it all. She decided she would
see him once more after graduation, and that would be the end of
their relationship.

Reflecting on her failed marriage to George,
Jillian considered all the things she might have done differently.
During one quiet evening, she called her ex-husband for the first
time since the divorce was finalized. She told him that she didn’t
hold him completely responsible for their breakup, admitting that
part of it was her fault, saying that back then, she knew they were
growing apart, and yet she did nothing to try to stop it. She told
him she still thought he was an ass for cheating on her at the
house, but she just wanted him to know that she shared some of the
blame.

Two weeks before graduation, she had a
surprise for Brian. She instructed him to go to the Atlanta airport
on Friday morning and pick up a ticket for a flight. She would fly
out from Miami and meet him at their destination airport. After
informing him that he would return on a flight Sunday afternoon,
she provided no other details.

Jillian’s plane landed in Phoenix an hour
late, so Brian met her at the gate. She had arranged that a driver
from a car service would be waiting to take them to Scottsdale in a
black town car. As they approached the resort, Brian recognized it
from an article he’d read on tennis resort vacations.

Staring out at the hotel, he beamed. "No
way, we’re staying at the Phoenician?"

"I booked the Center Court Tennis
Package."

"They have that Wimbledon Championship grass
court. I read about it. I always wanted to play on grass."

The car dropped them off, and as they rushed
to the front desk with their carry-on bags she said, "I could only
get the court today at four. It was booked up the rest of the
weekend."

Brian checked the time on his phone. "We’ve
got ten minutes. If we change quickly, we can make it."

After checking in, they hurried to the room,
arriving exactly at four. Once inside, they placed their bags on
the bed, opened them, and began frantically pulling off
clothing.

"I’m going to beat you on grass," he quipped
as he pulled off his shirt. "I’ll be diving all over the court, and
I won’t get a scratch. You won’t be able to pass me."

She scoffed. "You
will
be on the grass a
lot. But you’ll be looking behind you at the ball."

She was down to just her panties, and he was
in only boxer briefs when he made the critical mistake of looking
at her. There she stood, tossing items from her suitcase, in search
of her sports bra, with her gorgeous, uncovered breasts just steps
away from him. Standing frozen, breathlessly watching her, he
didn’t make any attempt to find his clothes. She located the bra.
"Found it." As she prepared to put it on, she noticed him staring
and not getting dressed. Glancing at Brian in his underwear, she
was sidetracked a little herself. "What are you—"

Before she could get the question out, he
rushed to her, wrapped his arms around her, and their mouths flew
open wide as they kissed.

With her full breasts smashing into his
chest, he slipped his hands down to her ass and pushed them into
her panties. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her
stomach. Moving his mouth to her neck, he sucked gently on her
skin. She exhaled and then tossed her head back as she brought her
hands down to feel his bulge. She squeezed his hardness through his
boxer briefs as he continued to nuzzle her neck while he wildly ran
his hands all over her ass.

Once his lips found hers again, she sucked
his tongue inside her mouth. He pushed her panties down and then
pulled his head back from hers. "I missed you so much."

She narrowed her eyes, licked her lips, then
reached into his shorts, and pulled out his growing erection. He
gasped as her fingers wrapped around it and pulled upward. Slipping
her hand into his boxers, she cupped his balls. She squeezed them
as she stroked his cock firmly, then let go of him and ripped his
shorts down to his knees. Stepping back, she quickly removed her
panties as he pushed down his boxers.

They moved back together, their lips
connecting again. He slid his hands to her breasts for a moment
before slipping one of them lower, between her legs. Dipping a
finger inside, he felt her wetness. Her mouth shot open wide, but
she didn’t make a sound. She backed away from him far enough to
push his cock down until it was pointed between her legs. Wrapping
his hands back around her ass, he pulled her close as his manhood
slid between her legs, the hard shaft parting her slick folds. She
moaned out loud with her eyes slammed shut as he slid his hands
below her ass to the backs of her legs. All at once, she wrapped
her arms around his neck and pulled her legs up around his waist,
as he supported her thighs. The full girth of him parted her slick
pussy as she pressed into his cock and trapped it against his
abdomen.

She pushed off him slightly; his erection
sprang back and followed her, resting just above her clit. Moving
his hips back an inch, he looked into her eyes as he reached down
and positioned his cock at her entrance. She could feel his heat
pressing into her soaked pussy. She adjusted her angle as he fought
to slip it inside of her. Pulling back another inch, he then bent
his shaft up and found his way. As he filled her, she breathed out
hard on his face. They opened their mouths and kissed again. Her
tongue penetrated his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him more
firmly, his cock embedded deeper inside her, satisfying her
fully.

Holding onto her tightly, he bounced her up
and down on his hardness. She pulled her mouth from his and leaned
back, with just her hands wrapped around his neck. He gazed down at
her amazing breasts and then looked lower. He could see his manhood
as it slid all the way in and a few inches out of her beautiful
pussy as they fucked.

Turning around, he moved to the bed. He bent
over until her ass was firmly resting on the comforter. She spread
her legs wide and placed her hands down flat on the bed. He bent
over and supported his weight on the edge of the mattress as he
pounded up and down, hard into her. Slamming her eyes shut, she
placed her hands under her knees and held her legs apart farther,
as he pumped into her harder, deeper, his girth stretching her
completely.

"Fuck me!" she cried out.

With his hands on the mattress and up on his
tiptoes, only his penis touched her now. Focusing her mind on the
feeling in her pussy, she felt herself approaching a giant climax.
She moaned loudly, her breathing becoming more and more labored. He
pumped harder still; she pulled her legs back further, opening her
pussy up to his cock. He pushed his hips to hers, driving himself
deep inside her. One last stroke, and Jillian climaxed with a small
but still wonderful orgasm. She screamed out as he went on, pumping
faster and faster. Reaching around, she grasped his balls firmly
and tugged. His mouth shot open as he thrust into her while
straining every muscle in his legs as he neared the edge.

She squeezed his balls harder. Holding his
breath, he drove into her with his last bit of energy. Then he came
hard, yelling out with a guttural moan that brought a big smile to
her face. She released her grip of his sensitive flesh as he
slumped over her, spent and panting. She wrapped her arms around
him as he continued to slowly pump deep inside of her until every
last drop of semen spilled out. Pulling up, he looked down at her,
speechless.

She smiled. "Wow, you really did miss
me."

"You didn’t miss me?"

Answering him with her eyes, she held him
tighter, and she began moving her hips with their connection still
intact and still feeling his excitement. "You’re still hard."

"Uh, yeah."

She moved a little more, curling her lip. It
felt freaking amazing. She wanted another orgasm, a big one. She
whispered, "You’re really, really hard."

"I told you I missed you. Didn’t you already
have an orgasm?" Brian asked as he slowly and sensually worked his
cock inside of her.

"A little one," Jillian said with mock
disappointment until he pressed his hips into her firmly and
reached a spot deep inside, causing her to part her lips and let
out a soft groan.

"We can do better than that." He
grinned.

After wrapping her hands around him and
pulling him closer, her eyes slammed shut.

Almost an hour later, Jillian rested
blissfully with her head on Brian’s stomach, as she lay
perpendicular to him, gazing up at his face. "That was
amazing."

"I might have been able to make it to the
court if you’d found your bra quicker. I saw your, uh, and I
couldn’t—"

"I thought about wearing it on the
plane."

Nodding in agreement, he smiled at her. "You
know, it was pretty presumptuous of you to think you could just
whisk me away to this fancy hotel and rush me right out to the
court. I’m not your tennis whore, you know. I need to be wined and
dined and... other things… first."

She bit her lip, fighting
back a laugh. "Well, you got your
other
things."

"Yeah, but you didn’t plan it that way.
Sometimes I think you take me for granted." He looked away from
her, mock-standoffishly.

After pausing a moment, she started,
"Maybe..." She covered her mouth to stop a laugh and cleared her
throat to compose herself. "Maybe I’ll buy you something really
nice later. Will that—"

"Like what?" He looked back at her,
unconvinced.

Flipping over, she slid next to him with her
head on his chest. "How about something new to wear on the court? A
new pair of shorts, maybe?"

He gave her a pursed lip nod as if that
wasn’t going to cut it. She kissed his chest and then looked at
him. "We could have a light dinner first..." She kissed her way up
to his neck. "Then maybe you could put on your new shorts, and we
could go to one of the tennis courts." After kissing him on the
lips, she finished with, "... not the grass court, but one of the
others, and then we could just see what happens."