He kneels with one knee on the bed, leaning forward, and his fingers slide under the fabric of my sports bra, my skin prickling from his touch. The tightness of the elastic releases from my body and he tugs it over my breasts, which pop out one by one, until he pulls the fabric over my head and tosses it to the side of the bed.
I’ve never felt this vulnerable with a man. That’s a lie. I did once—with this exact man—and I don’t want to ever feel that again, so I press my body to his, wrapping my arms around his neck and tackling him so he has no choice but to lie on top of me on the bed. I want his body to bury mine.
“Whoa,” he says, but chuckles lightly, his fingers grazing down the side of my breast toward my leggings.
His fingers dip between my thighs, and since the fabric is thin, I clench when I feel his touch travel up and down my core. A moan escapes me and his mouth dips to mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth without waiting for approval. It doesn’t surprise me. Jed isn’t really an “ask permission” kind of guy once he knows he’s got it. Besides, I’m the one who tackled him to the bed, so it’s clear I’m a willing participant.
Explosions go off when he strokes me and I taste the whiskey on his tongue. I grip his shoulders. Our kiss is intoxicating. Of course, Jed kisses as well as he does everything else in his life. When he tears his lips off mine, closing the kiss, I grumble from the loss of his warmth.
He trails his lips down my neck and between the valley of my breasts while he hooks his fingers into the sides of my leggings, tugging them down my body. The job is harder than he expected, so his mouth pops off my breast and he sits up to use all his strength to strip me.
“Jesus,” he whispers. “Next time, how about a skirt?”
I’m finally free of the tight fabric and my stomach sprouts with a seed of hope that there will be a next time.
How pathetic am I? I already told myself this is a one and done.
“A little hard work won’t kill you.” I place my hand on his hardening dick that’s straining the front of his boxer briefs.
“I shouldn’t sweat from unclothing you,” he says and leans forward, allowing me better access to him.
I squeeze his dick through the thin fabric, remembering that day I walked in on him. He’s crazy to think I didn’t feel the pull between us in that moment, and although I entertained doing something at the moment, I was glad I didn’t.
Then again, here I am now.
“Stop thinking so much and just enjoy this.” His mouth dips to my neck.
As my back sinks down into the mattress once more and my hand moves away from his hardening cock, I close my eyes at the feeling of the weight of his body over mine. Raising my arm above my head, he links our fingers and grinds himself into my center. A moan slips free, and I raise my hips off the mattress to try to chase that pleasure once again. His free hand cups my breast and his thumb strokes my nipple, sending more sensations down to my core.
“More. I need more,” I beg.
Jed laughs into my skin. “Then strip me down.”
He raises his hips, stripping me of the pleasure our dry humping was providing, so I hurriedly tug the boxers down his legs. He helps me, using his feet to get them off completely.
“Condom?” I ask before things move too far along.
He smiles at me. Reaching over, he pulls one out of his nightstand drawer and rips it open.
As I wait for him to roll it down his length, I stare at the ceiling as though I’m some virgin and it’s my first time. My heartbeat is so out of control it feels like it’s my first time with a guy. Before I can mentally tally the repercussions if knowledge of this gets out of this room, the tip of his dick is pushing at my entrance and his hungry eyes are focused on mine.
“Hey there,” he says, knowing my mind is far away from this moment. “You sure about this?”
He inches himself in and I widen my legs, nodding quickly. “Yes.”
I groan when he continues to sink into me until he’s fully inside. God, he feels just as I thought he would.
He draws out and slides back in, sinking through my wetness. Every nerve ending in my body feels as if it’s on fire and screaming for more.
Our lips collide, and soon we’re both grasping one another as though we can’t get close enough. He whispers praises of how good I feel, how much he thought about being inside me, and all of his words make the ache for him that much deeper.
This man knows exactly what he’s doing. Shifting my one leg up on his shoulder, he drives into me, his gaze darkened with arousal as he stares at my bare breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“Harder. Faster.”
A wicked smile creases his lips. “I knew you were just as insatiable as me.”
I shake my head, a comeback somewhere far off in the distance. “Just fuck me.”
As though he’d been waiting for the magic words, he drives into me with more force than before. Over and over, he thrusts inside me as though he’s exorcising his own demons while he’s fucking me. My orgasm builds and builds. I clench to keep it at bay, wanting to wring every moment of enjoyment out of this while I can.
He’s watching me with an intensity I’ve not seen from him before, and when he places the pad of his thumb on my clit and softly circles it, I almost combust. Every muscle in my body is strung tight as a bow, ready to snap. But he only applies enough pressure so I know he’s there, not enough to unravel me.
My back arches, begging for something, anything, and he licks his lips, staring at the offering of my tits. I wish he had five hands so he could caress me everywhere. Sweat pools between my breasts and I watch as one drop of sweat falls down his chest onto me. More curses leave his mouth and he fucks me with the fervor he promised until my body shudders under him and I gasp, spewing nonsensical words of praise for him.
Lowering my leg, he sucks on my tit, moving in and out of me in a rhythm that makes him growl and groan until he stills. His mouth comes off my breast with a pop and he groans, though it sounds more like a growl, and he comes.
After he collapses on me for a moment, he slips out of me and rolls to my side. Both of us are left gasping, staring at the ceiling.
I knew he’d be good, but did he really have to be the best I’ve ever had? This is a cruel joke.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, rising off the bed. I watch his perfect naked ass go to his bedroom door.
Lost for only a moment, the shutting of the bathroom door jars me back to reality. I just slept with Nikki’s brother. I just slept with my boss.
I sit up and grab my clothes, quickly pulling up my leggings. My arms get tangled in my sports bra and my head goes into the armhole. “Fuck.”
“Well, this is a switch. A woman running out on me,” Jed says from somewhere behind me.
“Just help me with this,” I say, trying to free myself of the damn bra, only to get more entwined.
“I don’t know, I could have my way with you like this.” He flicks my nipple with his finger. “Are you into BDSM?”
“Jed!” I yell.
His hands mold to my hips and he bends down, his tongue circling my nipple. “That feel better?”
My body betrays me, and I arch my back, offering him more.
“Greedy girl,” he says and continues to suck on my tits.