Jennifer and Rocket (The Princesses of Silicon Valley Book 6) (8 page)

On Friday, as I wait for Rocket to pick me up, my body pulses with energy. I want to touch him; I want him to touch me. Is this a premeditated hookup? No, it’s not a hookup; it’s a fling. I don’t do hookups…anymore. Thinking about Rocket makes me confused. He’s everything I want and don’t want in a man…and those piercings. My stomach turns thinking about them. Now fear and morbid curiosity rages wildly in my brain.

My phone buzzes. I take three calming breaths. As I reach for my front door knob, I wonder, will we come back here? Should I have packed up some things for his place? I freeze, race back to my bathroom and grab my toothbrush…and some clean panties. Then I take three more deep breaths.
Go with the flow, Jennifer.

I take the stairs instead of the elevator, since I need to work off some of my nervous energy before I see him. As I reach for the front door, I see his truck idling in front. I want to run to him and at the same time I want to run back to my bedroom and hide. Men typically don’t scare me, but Rocket’s not my typical man. I take a big gulp and a deep breath to compose myself. I open the glass door to the outside. A smile uncontrollably breaks across my face. Our eyes meet. There’s this magical energy running between us, pulling me toward him.

He gets out of his truck and greets me at the passenger door with a deep sexy, “Hey, Jennifer.”

Opening the door for me, he reaches down and grabs me by the waist.

I gasp.

The energy between us vibrates.

He leans in and kisses me. Not a sweet kiss, but a deep, panty-wetting, knee bending, hungry kiss.

This man knows what he’s doing.

I wrap my arms around him, threading my fingers through the waves of his too long hair. He pulls away first and gives me a satisfied, cocky smile. With a firm grip on my waist, he lifts me onto the passenger seat. Naturally, I squeal. Rocket shakes his head and chuckles as he closes the door and heads back around the cab.

He then calmly wields us through traffic and onto the freeway. “It’s nice to be able to use the commuter lane,” he says as we pass all the cars barely moving on 85.

My body’s still buzzing from that kiss as he extends his hand over to my side of the seat and squeezes my thigh.

I flinch.

He smirks.

“Hey, are you OK over there?”

I pull my wits together enough to say, “Yeah…where are we going?”

He rubs his hand along my leg; his fingers graze my inner thigh, which makes my nervous system rattle and my mind focus on sex.

“I thought we’d head to Los Gatos for dinner,” he says in a calm voice. Does he realize what his fingers are doing to me? I try not to moan. I look at his hand and stop its ascent by placing mine over his. It’s not like I don’t like what he’s doing, because I do. But I don’t need to turn into a puddle before dinner.

For two people who have talked non-stop the last few nights, we’re surprisingly quiet in the truck. He confidently wields his big truck through the streets and into a parking space.

He squeezes my thigh as he looks me over and says, “Stay there. I’ll help you out.”

I nod and release my seatbelt as I watch him walk around the cab, open the door, and reach in and grab me by my waist. As he maneuvers me out of the cab, he kisses me again. Since I’m no longer on the seat and my feet are not on the ground, I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He finally lowers me as he pulls away from that kiss.

Where does a man learn how to kiss like that?

He takes my hand in his and we walk down the street and up a path, finally ending up at the restaurant Nick’s Next Door. After opening the door for me, he tells the hostess, “Two under Rocket.”

She has to be around my age, tall, slim, and dressed in a slinky dress. There’s lust in her eyes as she looks Rocket up and down. Then she looks me up and down, as if sizing up the competition. I want to slap her across the face and at the same time tell her,
he’s not mine.

How does one man cause so much contradiction?

As we’re led to our table, I’m surprised. I expected a roadside hamburger joint. This place is all modern, new, and shiny, with white tablecloths, high-end offerings, and well-trained servers. The patrons are dressed as casually as us, and as fancy as I would have been if one of my lawyer or banker boyfriends had asked me out.

Rocket peers at me over the menu, “Do you want wine?”

I shake my head and reply, “Actually, I’d prefer a beer.”

He looks relieved.

I wonder if the other patrons can feel the sexual tension between us. I want to ask him if we’re going back to my place or his, but I have no idea how to even start that conversation. The beer calms my nerves, and our conversation turns interesting as we get back to the easy way we’ve been with each other lately.

As we head back to the truck, our fingers are intertwined. He walks me directly to the passenger door, opens it for me, gives me a sweet kiss, and lifts me inside.

“That’s it?” I ask, feeling disappointed.

As he closes the door he gives me a slow sexy smile. “I’m not getting you too revved up until we get back.”

Damn, I think my stomach just fell through the cab floor.

He starts driving. It becomes clear we’re heading to his place. About fifteen minutes in, he clears his throat and says, “I hope you’re cool with heading back to my place?”

I nod, then realize in the dark cab and driving these windy back roads, there's no way he can see me. I sputter out, “Yeah…cool.”

That’s rather presumptuous of him.

I’ll be stuck up at his place needing him to drive me home. Shit, what if things get weird? Then again, how much weirder can it get than last Sunday? And that day turned out…amazing. As I overthink the whole Jennifer and Rocket thing, I wonder if he thinks I’m boring since I haven’t spoken since we got in the car.

As he pulls into his place, I see Hartley come out from around the house to join us. As Rocket parks, he says, “I normally bring Hartley to work with me. She must be wondering why I left her at home today.”

“I hope she’s not the jealous type. I wouldn’t want to get bitch slapped,” I blurt out.

Rocket gives me a strange look, then opens his door and scratches Hartley as he says, “I’ll help you out.”

As he opens my door, a cold wave runs through me. Fear and anticipation all rolled up in one. If he does everything else as well as he kisses….

He picks me up and wraps his arms around me. He gives me such an amazing kiss my toes actually curl. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us toward the Winnebago.

Really? I’m with a man that lives in an old, crappy Winnebago?

He somehow figures out how to get us inside and to his bed while still kissing me in the most amazing way.

As we enter his bedroom, he turns on the light and bends over with me still attached, until I feel the bed on my back. I unlatch from him. He stands up straight. His eyes are dark, filled with lust, as he looks down at me. I gasp as he pulls his T-shirt off with one quick movement and kicks off his shoes. Then he stalks his magnificent body over to me.

As I scoot back on the bed, he dryly says, “You’re cool with my piercings now? No shrieks, no pointing at my dick with a look of horror on your face?”

All my anxiety leaves me as I laugh out, “When you put it that way….”

He gives me a cocky half-smile as he runs his fingers down my still clothed chest to the top of my jeans. Quickly, he unzips them and pulls them off along with my cute little flats. I sit up and pull off my top, carelessly throwing it on the floor. His eyes get even darker, as they run along the curves of my body. Maintaining laser focus on me, he carelessly unbuttons and unzips his jeans, exposing his large, completely hard dick. My chest constricts as I see it’s the same dick with the gold band running through the tip.

He slowly hovers over me. My eyes run up his flat, well-muscled stomach to his chest. He leans down, lightly kissing my shoulder, then up to my ear as his hands manage to unlatch and pull off my bra and panties in fluid, easy movements.

He rains a row of kisses on my mouth. I open it wanting more. He licks, then lightly sucks on my lower lip. I gasp. He continues moving down, kissing me along my chin, throat, then down my chest to my breasts, sucking in a nipple. He performs some kind of movement that causes a tingle that starts from the tip and runs around my chest and deep into my core. He keeps one hand cupping my breast as his lips and tongue move down my stomach. My core tightens as I gasp from his touch.

He moves even lower. Parting my legs with his body, he licks between my folds, finding my clit and sucking it in a way that makes me scream out as I arch my back. His hand, still cupping my breast squeezes me as his fingers probe inside. I feel a spasm roll through me, circling, and engulfing me as I find myself gasping and screaming out again. He slowly moves to my stomach, raining kisses and igniting sparks on his march back up me. He stops when his face is inches from mine. He smiles slowly; his eyes are deep. His fingertips gently brush my face.

“You want this?” he asks in a deep, raspy voice.

I nod, he responds by giving me a cocky half-smile. Then he leans in he kisses my lips. At first he's gentle and sweet, then deep, as my body relaxes from the spasms and my legs wrap around his waist. I run a hand down his arm and feel all those big bunched up muscles, as I pull myself together enough to breathlessly say, “Yes, I want this.”

I reach my hand down and let my index finger slowly move from the base of his dick, till it reaches the tip. Then I wind my finger around the contours of the beads at either end of the piercing. Meanwhile, he’s running his fingers along my folds. He manages to touch me with just the right amount of pressure, and just the right amount of friction, and in just the right way to cause my back to arch as an orgasm starts to run through me. He reaches over to the side of his bed and pulls out a condom. It makes me wonder how many he has there, and then my mind flicks to how many women he’s had in this bed.

Don’t go there, Jennifer.

His touch brings me back to the moment as he rolls it on. I lean up and suck in one of his nipple rings. Then I try to repeat the movement he made with his mouth when he sucked my nipple. He gasps. I must be doing something right. As I release him with my mouth, he settles himself on top of me.

My body quivers in anticipation as he takes a hold of my thigh while he runs the tip of his dick along my folds. He stops, our eyes connect, then he plunges himself inside me. I gasp loudly and grab onto his shoulders. His strokes are deep and strong. My whole body vibrates from them as his pace increases. The light tremors I earlier felt become a tsunami of energy coursing through me. I can’t tell if it’s his dick or that crazy piercing, but my body feels like it’s levitated off the bed as the orgasm gets stronger and an amazing buzz starts at my core, runs through me, and around my brain. I can hear a voice gasping and screaming…is that me? A few deep primordial grunts escape his lips. While I start pulling away…the sensations are too overwhelming. He stops thrusting. I open my eyes and take in his body. It’s covered in a light sheen of sweat. His expression is intense. My whole body is rocking and vibrating. He drops down on his side and rolls over onto his back. I peer at him. He’s breathing hard. I’m more than breathing hard, I’m uncontrollably shaking while my brain is uncontrollably buzzing.

Holy shit!

Was I electrocuted?

I’ve never experienced anything like this.

Is this what it feels like when he hits the G-spot?

He throws a blanket over me, then reaches down and gently grasps my hand.

“Not bad,” he says.

Not bad? Did he experience what I experienced? Is this normal sex for him? Not bad! That was fucking amazing!

My body vibrates then stills as I come down from an amazing orgasm.

Great timing.

Great rhythm.

Amazing sex!

Our bodies are perfectly calibrated for each other.

Waiting till Jennifer peaks I finish and pull.

Looking down at her beautiful body, I can’t help but notice that her nipples are pebbled and hard, she has this unfocused look in her eyes, and she’s vibrating—actually shaking. Her back is still arched and her head is still slightly tipped back.

How can women last so long? I watch her, she still coming down.

I lean down and grab my quilt, throwing it over her as she flinches from the light touch. Lying back, my brain feels relaxed as the post-coital bliss rolls over me. I reach over and hold onto Jennifer’s hand.

“Not bad,” I say as a contented smile plasters itself across my face.

Jennifer’s a sweet, pretty girl, but man, we got some crazy rhythm going, and I think I hit her G-spot without even trying.

This girl’s amazing.

As I feel her coming down, I maneuver her closer to me, intertwining my feet with hers. After sex, I usually have an aversion to someone touching me. Many times I’ve had an overriding need to either sleep or flee, but not tonight. There’s something about Jennifer. She captivated me that first night we met, and it hasn’t waned. It’s been a fun chase, I’m glad I finally caught her.

***

In the morning, I wake up thirsty. After gulping down the water bottle next to my bed, I hear a soft sound. Reaching my fingers over, I feel Jennifer’s sweet skin. My fingers take over as I enjoy her curves. She mumbles and rolls over. I head into the kitchen, grab the container of orange juice, and drink it down as I turn on the coffee maker. I peer into the bedroom, Jennifer hasn’t yet moved. When the coffee is done, I carry a mug back for her. I nestle in tight next to her warmth.

“Hey, sleepyhead, you want some coffee?” I quietly say into her ear.

She rolls over, smiles sweetly, and stretches out her arms. I lean down and give her a light kiss.

“Hey, no fair, I haven’t had a chance to brush my teeth,” she says with a pout.

I chuckle as she slinks out of bed, grabs her purse, and runs into the bathroom. I hear her gasp before saying, “Shit, look at my hair.”

“Your hair looks fine. I want you back in my bed,” I yell at her.

She’s in there for a long time. Eventually, she comes back out, naked and acting shy as she tries to cover herself up. I grab her arm and pull her on my lap so she’s straddling me.

Stroking her hair by her temples, there are a million things I want to say. But I’m an artist, not a poet, so I smile and kiss those pretty, pink lips. I run my sculpture-trained fingers down the curves of her back and around her hot ass. I make the kiss long and sweet as I reach down to get her going. My dick’s ahead of us as I feel her start to come.

With her still sitting on me, I move her legs a little wider as I maneuver myself so my dick’s positioned just right, then I rock so I can get into her. We both look down, our heads resting on each other’s shoulders, as we watch our two bodies merge. We must be on the same frequency because the rhythm is perfect. Her gasps get stronger. When she throws her head back and arches her back, I grab a hold of her long, silky hair and wrap it around my hand. Then I take the rhythm up a bit. I feel her running over the edge as I pull her hair, just enough to make her orgasm better. I let myself go. Now I’m free to enjoy the tingle before the bliss of actually coming.

Now this is heaven!

I release her hair and hold Jennifer in my arms as she comes down and melts into me. Damn, if we’re this good now, what will it be like when we actually figure each other out?