Seduce (7 page)

“What year are you in?” I asked, trying to gauge her age. At times she seemed so innocent, but then she’d say something and her maturity would really shine through.

“I have one more year before I graduate,” she replied, running her hand through her long, silky hair. I was no expert on styling products, but it looked like she’d straightened it. The wildness wasn’t there tonight; instead, it looked sleek and smooth.

My quick calculations told me that made her twenty-one. My list of past relationships was far from long, but I’d never dated anyone who was so much younger than I was. Four years wasn’t earth-shattering, but it could possibly cause complications. I knew I wasn’t the most mature guy on the block, but I guessed I had much more life experience than she did.

I snorted loudly, causing Belle to eye me strangely. What the fuck was wrong with me? Since when did I think past the next week? Next I’d be planning our wedding.

“Something funny?” she asked dryly.

“No,” I finally replied, gripping the underside of her seat and dragging her toward me. I felt the cool air rush past the tiny space that separated her lips from mine. I was so close to her, all I could smell was her body lotion and the fruity scent from her lip gloss.

My mouth locked on hers, my hand creeping under her hair and around her neck. Her skin was so soft, like silk against my hands.

In one swift motion I lifted her up off the seat and onto my hips. My mouth searched hers with an urgency I’d never felt before, while my hands gripped her thighs. She kissed me back, her legs curling around my waist as she cradled my face in her hands. I carried her into the bedroom and threw her down on the bed. I peeled my shirt off as she chuckled softly at my forcefulness.

“You’ve got no idea what you are doing to me,” I whispered softly in her ear. She moaned as my tongue circled her earlobe. I nibbled gently on her neck as her back arched, her body pressed against mine. My hands worked over her curves before resting on her hips as we continued to kiss. Catching me by surprise, she rolled out from under my hold until she was on top, straddling me. Her eyes pierced mine as she pushed herself back against my erection, her actions teasing me.

“I need you. I need you now,” I said gruffly, tugging at her dress. She obliged, sliding the hem of the dress over the curve of her hips and her narrow waist. I gasped, realizing she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was in awe of this stunning beauty who sat on top of me, now completely naked, smirking down at me.

“Weren’t you cold on the walk over…or do you enjoy the feel of the breeze riding up your dress?” I chuckled, my hand running from between her breasts and down, down…

“You’d be surprised how often I forgo underwear. There’s something sexy and kinky about not wearing any underwear. It’s like you know something naughty that nobody else knows,” she said.

She sighed, her lip catching in the clench of her teeth as my finger ran over the smooth, bare skin between her legs. “Fuck that feels good,” she mumbled, lifting her head back and closing her eyes.

“Grab hold of the bedframe,” I said, a smile spreading across my lips. This girl spoke about sex and kink as though she had experienced it before, but I was about to give her the Jack Falcon experience.

“What—OH GOD!” she cried, violently reaching for the frame as I ducked beneath her legs until they rested on my shoulders, my mouth now pressed up against her pussy.

“Just relax.” I smirked as I pulled her harder down onto my face. She groaned loudly as my tongue explored her. Her hands gripped the frame of my bed as she rode my face like a professional jockey.

“Fuck me,” she breathed as my tongue wormed its way deeper inside of her. “Oh my lord.” This was it. I could feel her body begin to clench as the intensity of having my mouth on her pussy began to peak. I clamped down on her thighs so she couldn’t squirm away as I circled the tip of my tongue around her most sensitive area.

“I’m gonna, I’m…OH FUCK ME!” she screamed with one final grind into my face, her juices trickling down my chin.  “God, stop!” she gasped, trying to squirm out of my grip as the sensation and the sensitivity became too much for her to handle. I eased my grip on her at the same time she tried to yank herself away. The result was hilarious as she catapulted through the air and landed on the floor next to me.

Rolling over the edge, I grinned down at her. “Told you I’d blow your mind,” I chuckled.

She looked up at me dreamily. “Just know if I could move right now, I’d kick your ass for that.”

***

“Okay, so showering together probably wasn’t the best idea,” Belle said dryly, reaching for another slice of pizza. I laughed, glancing down at her in my pajamas as she leaned back against me. After another heated session in the kitchen, I’d suggested a shower to help us cool off.

“Are you kidding me? Had it not been for that shower I never would’ve known how flexible you are.” I chuckled.

“I studied ballet for years. I guess we did have kind of a workout in there,” she reasoned, her eyes twinkling.

“I’m sure several new positions were invented,” I added, repositioning myself so she lay up against me, between my legs. I swept aside her hair, giving me access to her neck. She giggled as I trailed kisses behind her ear.  Throwing aside the crust of her slice, she rolled over in my lap, the motion exciting me.

“Again?” she smirked, feeling my arousal. I threw my head back and laughed. Not even
I
had that much stamina.

“No, not again. You just get me excited,” I laughed. I’d uttered those same few words to many women, but this was the first time they were actually true. Every other time it’d been said to benefit me, whether I was trying to get a girl into bed or out of my house.

“Yeah, I can feel how excited you are,” she smirked, rubbing herself against me as she moved.

“Are you doing that on purpose?” I asked, amused. She was one step away from using me as a stripper pole. She laughed as she purposely grinded herself against me. “Stop that,” I growled, slapping her ass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my phone was ringing.

I stood up, brushing the crumbs off my shirt. “I’ll be back in a minute. I need to take this,” I told her. I went into the bedroom with my phone, just as the ringing ended. There were four missed calls from my father. Sighing, I dialed his number.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he barked. I rolled my eyes, unfazed by his attitude.

“It’s two in the morning on a Sunday. I’ve been busy,” I sighed, surprised he was still up. And who calls someone this late?

“Fine, I need to see you today. Meet me at Calare’s at five.”

“Fine,” I replied. If anything, it gave me an early exit from lunch at Luke’s house. I threw my phone on the bed and went back out to the living room. Belle wasn’t there.

“Belle?” I called, glancing around. The balcony was untouched, the door still locked. My flat was small enough that there weren’t too many places she could hide. After checking the laundry, the spare room, the bathroom, and the pantry, it hit me she had left.

Her bag and clothes were gone too. My top and pants, which she had been using as pajamas, were sitting neatly folded on the seat of the sofa. I put my hands behind my head, trying to process what the fuck was going on. Things had been going well…I leave for a second and she disappears? I didn’t think there was a woman in the world who was immune to my charms. This chick had to be messing with me.

Angry and frustrated, I downed a glass of scotch and went to bed.

Chapter Nine

It was the third alarm that woke me, the one that told me I was already running late. I rolled over, still reeling from the night before. The night had been unexpected, yet amazing. She had left me wanting more, a feeling that scared the hell out of me and excited me at the same time. Then just like that, she was gone. I just couldn’t let it go. One minute she was into me and the next she had gone. It just didn’t make sense. She was treating me the way I treated everyone else, and I didn’t like that.

Why was it that the first woman I felt a connection with in ages was turning out to be some chick only after a quick fling? I’d been with enough women to know when something just wasn’t right, though usually it was the clingy ‘I’m in love with you’ women who bordered on stalking when I didn’t reciprocate the desire to continue the relationship. Well fuck that, this was exactly why relationships didn’t suit me. There were plenty girls that were more than happy to receive my attention, so I wasn’t about to waste more time on this one.

I threw the covers back and climbed out of bed. Grabbing a towel, I headed for the bathroom. I turned on the hot and cold taps and waited for the water to reach temperature—hot, but not scorching—before stepping under the stream. I soaped up my chest, my hand running down over my cock. All it took was one simple thought back to her rounded breasts, and I was rock hard.

Forgetting Belle was going to be more difficult than I thought. Every time I closed my eyes I was met with the image of her naked body. My fingers closed around the shaft of my cock, and slowly began to ride the length. My other palm rested against the wall, while my fist pumped harder and faster until my fist was covered in my juice. Fuck. I needed to forget her.

For the first time all week I was glad to have the distraction of Luke’s lunch today. This had been planned for weeks, and for weeks I’d been dreading it. I had nothing against Luke or Sally, but I had the sneaking suspicion that they were going to ask me to be a godparent.

I’d be fucked if I was going to let that happen. I didn’t want kids of my own, let alone having to worry about someone else’s. And why the fuck anyone would trust me with their kids, I had no idea. I was sure this was more Luke’s idea than Sally’s, but even so it was stupid. That being said, telling them I didn’t want the job was going to be difficult.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and flung it around my shoulders. I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed the pair of jeans and shirt I’d set out to wear. Luke gave no indication of whether this thing was supposed to be casual or formal, so I was going with casual.

I hadn’t met Sally’s parents before. I’d seen them at the wedding, but frankly I’d been too drunk to make much of anything good that night. All I remember is the next morning waking up two bridesmaids in my bed who were apparently Sally’s cousins. That was almost five years ago.

When Luke had told me he was engaged, I’d been shocked to say the least. Who the fuck wants to commit themselves to one woman at the age of twenty? If there was one thing that my parents’ relationship that taught me, it was getting involved wasn’t worth it, not for anyone. And nothing in the past five years had suggested otherwise.

I grabbed my jacket and the nice bottle of red I had taken from my cellar and walked out the door, slamming it shut after me. I threw the wine on the seat next to me and climbed in the car. Luke and Sally lived on the outskirts of town, about a twenty-minute drive from my place. The drive out there was nice, but I didn’t get out there as often as I’d like. Too much to do and Luke was always more than happy to meet me and the guys in the city for a drinking session.

I pulled into the driveway. Luke made a decent wage, as had Sally before she left for maternity leave. It showed in their home. The double story brick house stood on a large property with stunning gardens, and even a tiny little creek. Even
I
had to admit that this was a great place to raise kids: laid-back suburbia, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Not my idea of paradise.

I made my way towards the door. Rosebushes lined the stone footpath, right up to the porch, where two cane chairs sat, overlooking the gardens. The whole scene was like something out of a gardening show and it made me miss the concrete slab that was my balcony.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. The voices inside became louder as footsteps neared the door. Finally, the door opened. Luke stood there, looking casual in jeans and a shirt, his blonde hair messy and his wire rimmed glasses framing his face. 

“Hey man,” I said. “Sorry I’m late. I’d blame it on the traffic, but you know that’s bullshit,” I chuckled. I handed him the wine.

Luke laughed and patted me on the back as I walked inside. “Don’t worry, dude, we know you well enough now to
never
expect you to be on time.”

I rolled my eyes and followed him into the living room. Harsh, but true.

“Hey, Sally,” I said. She looked up from talking to who looked like her mother and smiled at me. I glanced around the cozy room. The fire crackled away in the corner opposite the oversized suede sofa, which looked very inviting. Two recliners sat at either end, scattered with throw cushions. The place was nice: it felt homely and inviting. Much different from the sterile environment I grew up in. White furniture when you have two young boys? Come on, that’s asking for trouble.

“Jack, hi! Long time no see. I’m so glad you could come.” She walked over and hugged me.

“Yeah, there’s no way I’d miss this.” I gestured to her bump. “How’s the baby going? When are you due again?”

Sally smiled, her hand caressing her stomach. “Six more weeks,” she said. I could hear the excitement in her voice. Luke, who stood beside her, was smiling too. Unlike me, he’d been ready to become a father the moment he got engaged. It’s like he was born for this shit.

“Sorry I’m late,” I added, making a face. I felt out of place around all these happy, friendly faces. People who were satisfied with their lives depressed me.

Sally laughed. “It’s fine. Believe it or not, you’re not the last one here. My sister’s late too.”

“Your sister. That’s right.” I thought back to their wedding night. Vague flashbacks shot through my mind of the young girl running around on a sugar high, screaming for more candy.

Sally’s mother smiled at me. “Nice to meet you again, Jack.”

“It’s lovely to meet you again, Mrs. Gale,” I said smoothly, as if we were old friends. I reached forward to shake her hand, her face lighting up as I turned on my charm.