Twice Tempted (4 page)

Lucy pulled her shirt on without bothering to put her bra
on.  The damn thing was hard enough to put on when it was dry.  It would be
nearly impossible when it was wet.

“Are you still cold?”

She shook her head no and he turned the heat down before
turning on the windshield wipers.  The rain had slowed down but lightning could
still be seen flashing in the sky.  He started to pull on to the road and she
frowned.

“Jason wait, I can’t leave my car here.”

“Yes you can.  I’ll come back and change the tire tomorrow.”

“I need my purse and my house keys, and I need to lock the car.” 
She reached for the handle of the door but he had already opened his and was
sliding out. 

“Stay here, I’ll grab them.”

He was back in less than two minutes with her purse and keys
and she gave him a smile of thanks before clicking her seat belt into place.

“Show me the way home little Lucy.
”  He
grinned at her.

“This is my apartment building here.”  Lucy
pointed to the tall, grey building on the right.  Jason parked in front of the
building and she smiled at him before stuffing her bra into her purse.

“Thank you for the lift home.”

“I’ll walk you to your door.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that.”  She
protested.

“It’s not safe for you to be walking alone
this late.”  He replied.

She laughed.  “Jason, it’s only nine
o’clock and it’s less than twenty feet to my apartment building.  I’ll be
fine.”

“Nope.”  He said stubbornly.  He opened his
door and was out of the truck before she could protest again.  He opened her
door and lifted her out of the truck.  It was still raining hard, although not
quite the torrential downpour it had been earlier, and he took her hand and
they sprinted to the front door of the apartment building. 

They stood in the lobby, panting and
grinning at each other as water dripped from their bodies.

“Which floor are you on?”

“The second.  Thanks again.”  She smiled at
him.

“I’ll walk you up to your apartment.  You
never know what kind of riff-raff is hanging around in the stairwell.”  He
winked at her.

They hiked up the stairs and she led them
to her apartment door.  She opened it and he stepped inside, staring around
curiously at the small and tidy space.

“This is nice.”

“Thanks.  So um, I guess I’ll see you
Monday at the office?”  She was suddenly feeling awkward again.  Two weeks ago
she had been ready to date him.  Convinced that it was perfectly fine to sleep with
and date her boss on the sly.  But two weeks without him, without hearing his
voice or seeing him had helped bring her back to her senses.  What she was
doing was madness.  An intoxicating and sweet kind of madness, but madness
still the same.  Her lust for him had been satiated earlier in the truck and
now her common sense was kicking back in.  As much as she wanted him, she
couldn’t stand the thought of being known as the girl in the office who was
sleeping with the boss.  They had already been caught by Heather.  How much
longer until they were caught by her coworkers?  By Jerry?

“Actually,” he stepped forward and took her
hips, pulling her firmly against his growing erection, “I was thinking I would
see you in your shower.”  He nuzzled her throat, his hands massaging her hips
through her wet skirt.

“That’s not a good idea Jason.”  She said
shakily as her lust for him came roaring back.  “I’ve been thinking and – “

“You think too much Lucy.”  His lips swept
up her neck to her ear and nibbled lightly.  “Would you like to know what I’m
thinking?”

“Yes.”  She whispered.  Her hands locked
tightly around his waist.

“I was thinking I’ll join you in the
shower.  I was thinking I’ll use that sweet-smelling soap you own to wash every
inch of your delectable body and then I’ll make you suck my cock until I come
in your mouth.”

She arched her hips against him, pressing
herself against his erection, and he chuckled in her ear.  “I think you like
that idea.”

“Jason – “

“Then,” he continued as if she hadn’t
spoken, “I’ll take you to your bedroom, lay you down on your bed, spread those
long legs of yours and lick your pussy until you come.  Then I’ll do it again.”

“Oh God.”  She muttered.

His hands slipped under her wet shirt to
rub her bare back.  “After that, I’m going to put you on your hands and knees
and fuck you slowly until you’re begging for me to make you come.  Would you
like that sweet Lucy?”

“Yes.”  She whispered.

“Good.”  He leaned down and she opened her
mouth eagerly but he dropped a kiss on the tip of her cold nose.

“And in the morning I’ll make you
breakfast.  I make excellent waffles.”  He grinned cheerfully at her.

She gaped at him for a moment and then
burst into giggles.

“Do you doubt my waffle making skills Ms.
Reid?”  He asked sternly.

“No, I – “

“Good.  Because they’re second only to my
ability to make you come and I think we both know how well I can do that.”  He
kissed her nose again and stared expectantly at her.

She hesitated and then succumbed to the
sweet madness.  “Actually Mr. Young, I think I might need a refresher course on
that.”

A grin lit up his face and she gave a short
yelp when he suddenly bent and lifted her over his shoulder in a fireman’s
carry.  She found herself face down over his back being smothered by her own
large breasts. 

“I can’t breathe!”  Her voice was stifled
by her chest and she wiggled and squirmed against him.

He slapped her firmly on the ass.  “Quiet
woman.  I’m in need of servicing – point me to your bedroom."

She pinched him hard on his butt through
his wet jeans and he jumped before sliding his hand under her skirt and cupping
her between the legs.  “The bedroom woman, before I take you right here in the
hallway.”

She said something but it was too muffled
for him to hear.  He shifted her slightly and felt her upper body rise up a
little.  “What was that Ms. Reid?”

“I said I’m being suffocated by my own
boobs!  Put me down before I asphyxiate!” 

He laughed loudly and began to stride down
the hallway.  “I guess I’d better find the bedroom quickly then.”

* * *

Lucy rose up on her elbows so she could
watch as Jason’s dark head dipped between her pale thighs once more. 

“Ohhhh…” She sighed as his tongue pushed
inside of her.  He was kneeling on the floor beside the bed and her legs were
draped over his shoulders.  As he replaced his tongue with his fingers and
licked a searing path up to her clit, she was helpless to stop her legs from
squeezing around his head. 

He had brought her to an explosive orgasm
not five minutes earlier but already she could feel the familiar heat uncurling
in her belly.  As his tongue darted and flicked and swirled around her clit,
she let her head fall back and pumped her hips against his face. 

“You’re so good at that Jason.  So good…” 
She panted.  “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, don’t…” Another orgasm raced
through her and she collapsed against the bed, her limbs sliding off his
shoulders.

He stood and covered her naked body with
his own.  He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth until the taste of
him on her tongue was replaced by her own.

“On your hands and knees little Lucy.”  He
rolled her over and she rose obediently on to her hands and knees.  He put a
condom on and knelt on the bed between her legs.  He caressed her ass for long
moments, sliding his cock up and down her wet slit until she pushed back
against him impatiently.

“Please Jason.”  She looked back at him,
her eyes dark with a fiery need.  “I want you inside of me.”

He groaned and thrust into her.  He tried
to withdraw and she tightened around him, trying to keep him firmly inside of
her.

“Jesus, Lucy.”  He gathered her long dark
hair into a ponytail and pulled her head back until he could kiss her full
mouth.  He reached under her and cupped her breast as he rocked inside of her.

He straightened and used his knees to push
her pale thighs farther apart.  Still holding her hair firmly he pulled until
her back arched and she was staring at the ceiling.  He pressed down on the
small of her back with his other hand and thrust in and out of her.  She
squeezed and released him repeatedly with her inner muscles and he panted
harshly as his balls tightened.

“Please stop doing that Lucy.  You’re going
to make me come.”  He suddenly begged.

She turned her head and gave him a saucy grin. 
“I like it when you beg Jason.”

He growled, his hand tightening in her hair
until she gasped but she continued to tease him with her muscles as he pushed
in and out of her. 

“Lucy…” He groaned. He let go of her hair
and clamped his hard hands around her hips.  He plunged wildly in and out of
her before shouting loudly and thrusting so deeply into her that she collapsed
under his weight.  He pinned her to the bed, his body shaking and pulsing as
his orgasm rushed through him.

He rolled off of her, disposing of the
condom in the garbage beside the bed before turning back to her.  She had
curled on to her side and when he lay next to her, she gave him a warm and lazy
smile. 

His brushed her hair from her face and
realized with a small trickle of fear that he belonged to her now – body and
heart and soul.  Lucy had started off as fun distraction for him and now, only
a few short weeks later, he couldn’t imagine life without her.  The thought
both frightened and delighted him.  He had been in love only once before and it
had been a slow and almost thoughtful process for him.  There had never been
this moment of clarity, this complete and utter surety that he had found the
one for him.

“You’re so lovely Jason.”  She whispered
sleepily.

He snuggled in closer to her as she sighed
and closed her eyes.

“Little Lucy?”

“What?”  She buried her face into his neck.

“Don’t go to sleep.  Not yet.”

“I’m tired.”  She pouted.

“I know.”  He kissed her forehead.  “Open
your eyes honey.”

“What?”  She blinked at him drowsily.

“Tell me about your childhood.”

She blinked again.  “What do you want to
know?”

“Everything.”

* * *

Lucy drummed her fingers nervously on the
counter as she listened to the shower shut off.  It was late Sunday afternoon
and Jason had spent the entire weekend at her apartment.  Saturday morning they
had retrieved her car, Jason changing the tire for her, and he had made a quick
stop at his house so he could feed Lenny and grab some clothes before returning
to her apartment.

The weekend had passed in a blur of sex and
sleeping and sharing of stories.  Jason had been open and warm, telling her
everything he could think of about himself.  He was a natural story teller and
she had been fascinated by the information he had shared.  She could hardly
believe that she used to think him cold and rude.  He was funny and sweet and
took great delight in teasing her gently until she was blushing and flustered. 
He hadn’t just talked about himself.  In fact, he had been relentless in his
need to know everything about her.  Lying in her bed, tucked against his warm
body with the only light coming from the moon through the window, it had been
surprisingly easy to tell him things she had never shared with previous
boyfriends.

Boyfriend.  Her stomach churned nervously
at the word.  Is that what he was to her?  She swiped her hand across her
forehead.  She didn’t have a clue what he was.  She only knew that at some
point in the last day or so Jason had become more important to her then she
could ever have imagined.  And that scared the shit out of her.

Having a brief, sex-filled fling with her
boss was one thing but falling in love with him was an entirely different set
of problems.  You’re not in love with him, she told herself nervously.  You’re
not.  You’re not the type of girl who falls in love with someone after only a
few short weeks.

Her gaze fell on one of the kitchen
chairs.  Jason had sat on that chair yesterday afternoon and bent her naked body
over his lap.  He had held her firmly with one arm across her back and spanked
her again, alternating the firm slaps with slow caresses of her ass until she
was squirming with desire, her hands squeezing the legs of the chair and her
toes curling.  She had been embarrassed by how much it had turned her on. 

She could still remember the feel of his
erection pushing against her belly, the way he had occasionally dipped his hand
between her legs to gauge her wetness, and how at the end she had begged him
repeatedly to fuck her.  He had lowered her to the floor and taken her, his
voice whispering a continuous litany of dirty talk and compliments into her
ear, until she had come screaming beneath him. 

She rubbed at her forehead again and looked
nervously out the doorway into the small living room, trying to calm her aching
for him.  It was a mistake.  She immediately zeroed in on the couch and her
blue scarf that still lay across the arm of it.  They had ordered pizza
Saturday night, sitting side by side and sharing the large pizza as they
watched bad reality TV.

After a couple of hours Jason had shut the
TV off and disappeared into her bedroom.  She was about to follow him when he
had returned with one of her scarves in his hands.  He had stared at her, his
eyebrows lifted in silent question, and when she had nodded her consent he had
tied her hands behind her back before starting a delicious torment of soft
touches and feather-light kisses.  He had bent her over the back of the couch,
spread her legs as she pulled helplessly at the scarf, and brought her to orgasm
three times before allowing himself to come.

She turned abruptly and began to unload the
dishwasher.  If she was completely honest with herself, it wasn’t the rough sex
or the bondage that was really freaking her out.  She could accept that there
was a part of her that liked being tied up and enjoyed submitting to Jason in
bed.  It was the other side of him, the side that had crept in so silently and
sneakily that she hadn’t even noticed it until this morning that was making her
nervous.