“Goo…ood. Yeah…good.” As my senses came back, I rotated in his arms to face him. I looked up to his sparkling eyes, and he smiled at me, showing off those damn dimples.
“Do you…do you have a condom?” I sputtered. I wasn’t done with this guy yet. Not by a long shot.
I was being a hussy. Making up for lost time. Shelle would be proud.
“Yeah, baby.” He sat me on the sofa and disappeared for a minute. When he returned, he stood before me, still wearing clothes. I was the only one naked, except for my socks. I stood to pull his shirt over his head, and when I did, holy shit—that guy been hiding some muscles from me and all the women of the world.
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his jogging pants. He raised his arms out to the sides as high as his shoulders and closed his eyes. I guessed that was his way of saying do what you want with me.
And I planned to.
I lowered his pants and boxers until they fell in a puddle around his feet. His erect cock bounced against my tummy, but I didn’t look. I wanted to watch his beautiful face. I reached for his hard-on and found my hand would not even wrap all the way around it. Jesus, and I was about to fuck that monster?
He took my hand and pulled me up, taking the seat on the sofa I had just occupied. In a split second, he had the condom open, rolling it over his erection. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me forward, putting one of my knees on either side of him. His cock hovered just under my opening. He was in no hurry.
“You have such great tits, Jayma,” he murmured, taking turns kissing them.
Then he stopped and looked at me. “Ready?”
I answered only with my smile.
One of his hands held his cock still, and with the other, his fingers gently pried me open. I felt pressure at my opening, and bounced lightly on him while I got used to his girth. He was fucking huge, stretching me to capacity, and then stretching me some more. He rocked his hips to get more deeply inside me, and I threw my head back and moaned.
I had no idea what I was doing with this gorgeous neighbor of mine. But there’d be time to worry about that later.
Right now, I wanted to get fucked.
And I was about to be. Seriously.
Carter rocked his hips up toward my opening, this time, burying the remaining thick inches of his cock. We both cried out, his dick filling me perfectly. I was so wet I could feel myself spilling on him, my juices running down his balls and probably to the sofa underneath.
Nothing a little soap and water wouldn’t cure.
“Come for me,” he growled. “Come, baby. I want to feel you squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy.” His muscles clenched and he gripped my ass with his strong hands, pistoning me up and down his length until his jaw tightened and his face turned into a grimace.
He drove into me over and over. One last time, and he swelled inside me even bigger. I screamed again, an orgasm sending white heat through my body, leaving every nerve on fire. He joined me by roaring through his release, pumping me a couple more times until we collapsed into each other, both gasping for breath, and loving our temporary escape from the real world.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, running his hands through the mess that was my hair.
“Hey, Carter?” I asked.
“Yeah, Jayma?”
“I’m starving. Is that chicken still available?”
Chapter 12
TANNER
I was hoping Jayma had been smiling all morning because she was looking forward to our lunch. Or maybe there was another reason, like the foreclosure on her house—which she had no idea I knew about—had been resolved in her favor.
Whatever it was, she was glowing with some kind of happiness, which boded well for our time together.
I swung by her desk to say hi after my latest tampon meeting. I needed something to take my mind off my coworkers’ cycles. Ugh.
She was on the phone when I entered the lobby, probably taking a message from one of my clients—they called constantly. I glanced down at the place where that letter had been, the one about her foreclosure, but it had been put away somewhere, out of view of nosy people like myself. She peeked up at me from her call and smiled, that adorable spray of freckles coming to life, just like her sparkly brown eyes. Raising one finger in the wait a moment gesture, she turned back to her call, typing a message into her PC before clicking her headset to off.
“Well, look who it is,” she said with her sly grin. Shit, she just killed me. She flipped that red hair back over her shoulder, and I felt a twitch in my pants. I could not deny it. I had jacked myself twice thinking of how I hoped I’d get to grab that hair one day, and hold on for the—