California Nights: Rich Boys of California Duet

I wasn’t going to try and explain what a skank Shannon was. Or how I didn’t like girls like that. I wasn’t going to say a word.

I was going to show her.

I put the glass down and reached for her. She melted into me as I yanked her against my chest. The feel of her breasts against me was enough to send my cock from semi to rocket in an instant.

“Hmmmfff….”

I inhaled her lips and tongue. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough, fast enough. She kissed me back so sweetly. Her hands were holding onto my shoulders for dear life.

I knew the fucking feeling.

“Lay back.”

I didn’t wait for her to obey. I took matters into my own hands. It was time to get horizontal.

Right now.

Yesterfuckingday.

I pulled her legs down and climbed on top of her, grinding into her softness. My hands found her tits and this time I wasted no time getting her shirt and bra out of the way. I feasted on her, my hands holding her tits in the best position for my mouth.

She whimpered and I smiled. It was the sexiest fucking sound I’d heard in my life.

And before tonight, she’d never made that sound.

Before tonight, no one had ever seen what I was seeing. Tasted what I was tasting. Touched her the way that I was…

I was the first. For all of it.

It was fucking indescribable.

My dick lurched, feeling like it was going to poke a hole through her couch. Hell, it felt like it could break a hole in the God damn floor. I lifted my head, staring up at her.

“Bed. Now.”

She nodded breathlessly and I stood, lifting her up and carrying her down the hallway. I kicked open her bedroom door and lowered her to the soft quilt that covered it. Then I stared down at her, breathing heavily.

“Take that off.”

Her chest rose and fell with each breath as she did as I asked.

“Jeans too.”

Her mouth opened in surprise but she reached for her jeans without hesitation. Good girl. My mouth literally started salivating at the sight of those white cotton panties. I could see her plump little pussy lips through the thin fabric.

I growled, pulling my shirt off.

Then I climbed aboard.

Dear God, did I ever.

Her body beneath me felt like the most luxurious, silkiest, most enticing thing in the world. I was fighting for control as I let my hands and lips explore her. Slowly, very slowly, I reached between her legs.

“God, you’re fucking luscious…”

The soft skin of her thighs brushed the back of my hand as my fingers slid over her panties. I could feel her soft lips through the fabric – Jesus she felt good!

Slowly, I started to stroke her. She had tensed up a bit but she was beginning to relax as she realized I wasn’t going to rush her. Now she was whimpering again and rocking her hips against my hand.

I moved my hand up and slid it into her panties.

She was slippery and silky and so, so tight.

Holy fucking hell.

How the fuck was I supposed to stop?

I rolled off her abruptly, staring at the ceiling.

“FUCK.”

I felt her turn to face me on the bed.

“Jace? What’s wrong?”

“I gotta go.”

“Did I do something… ?”

I shook my head. She reached out to touch my shoulder and I jerked away.

“No – I just – don’t touch me! I’m trying not to fucking do something you are going to regret.”

I had never not wanted to hit it and quit it before in my life. I was not the relationship type. I didn’t give a fuck about feelings. And here I was, telling a girl to go slow.

A girl who was driving me insane with lust just by breathing.

I turned my head, risking a look at her.

Her eyes were wide with hurt.

God damn it.

I rolled over on top of her again.

Chapter Sixty-Four

Frannie

Jace was doing things to me that I had never imagined. Just his hand between my legs… I was quivering and hot and cold all over.

But he kept stopping.

His hands were still now, one resting just above my panties. The other gripped my hip. I’d always felt uncomfortable about the size of my hips, but the way he was grabbing them made me feel like they were something good.

Desirable even.

Jace was making me feel all sorts of things in that department.

He was staring at me, his eyes dark. All I could do was wait. I wanted… I wanted him to play with me some more.

Down there.

Oh God did I ever…

“Jace…”

“Uh huh.”

“What are you-“

“Christ Frannie, do you have any idea what you are doing to me?”

I shook my head. I didn’t know. He was unhappy about something though.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

He laughed sharply.

“You can’t help me.”

I stared at him, feeling like I was going to die if he didn’t touch me again.