Erin's Unexpected Lover (2 page)

Her face flushed bright red at his use of the
word pussy, making her feel gauche and silly to find it startling.
“You’re very nice to me, Mr. Maxwell.”

“Jared,” he reminded.

“Jared,” she said softly, getting a thrill
from saying his name. “I’m glad I found out before I had sex with
him,” she said with a decisive nod.

“Absolutely. Your first time should be
special, with someone who appreciates you.” Imperceptibly, he drew
her forward a bit, though still not touching her besides with his
hand on her head, and the other hand on the middle of her back.
“You’re too beautiful and precious to waste on someone as shallow
as Chip.”

Forbidden thoughts were creeping into her
mind, along with fierce, undeniable yearnings overtaking her body.
Her nipples were harder than ever, and her slit throbbed with
desire. Each swipe of his thumb across her jaw made her shiver. She
knew Jared must be at least twenty years older than she was, but
she was finding that less important with each minute that passed.
Feeling the need to escape her own urges, she said, “I really need
to go.”

“I’ll miss seeing you around here, Erin,” he
said with a hint of sadness. “It’s become one of the highpoints of
my day. Well, evening,” he said with a chuckle. “I suffer from
terrible insomnia and usually end up working most of the night and
sleeping part of the day.”

Which explained the robe. She suddenly
wondered if he was wearing anything underneath it, or if he was as
bare as she was in her thin dress? Could two layers of fabric be
all that was separating their naked bodies? Cream dampened her
pussy at the thought, and she shifted restlessly, inadvertently
bringing herself closer to Jared.

Shyness and a tinge of fear urged her to
stand up, and she struggled to her feet. Once again, the cursed
shoes orchestrated her downfall, this time causing her to land
squarely on his lap. Erin gasped as the hardness of his erection
nestled against the wet heat of her folds. Her dress had been
displaced during the fall, and only his black robe separated
them.

His cheeks took on a ruddy hue. “I can’t
apologize for my reaction to your proximity, Erin, but I’m sorry if
I’ve embarrassed you.”

She blushed. He’d made no attempt to deny she
was the cause of his erection, and he made no apology for it. It
was heady to know this older, sophisticated man wanted her. Was she
embarrassed? No, not really, though she wouldn’t deny feeling
flustered. “It’s okay,” she whispered shyly, eyes on his chest
instead of his face, both because she was feeling insecure and
because the tanned expanse of skin, dusted with black hair, was
mesmerizing. Her fingers clenched as she imagined grabbing a
handful to anchor herself as she leaned forward to kiss him. She
could never be that bold, so she sat there, waiting to see what
would happen next.

His hand cupped the back of her head again,
grasping strands of her hair to gently pull up her head. “I can
call a cab for you and have your car driven home, or I can let you
walk out of here and drive yourself home, or…”

“Or?” she prompted, holding her breath.

“Or, you can stay the night with me, and I’ll
show you just how special your first time could be, Erin.” Jared
lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers in the lightest of
kisses. “You have to decide what you want and take responsibility
for the decision though.”

Chapter Two

Erin craved another one of those kisses, but
deeper and longer. Her hands itched to touch him, and she couldn’t
resist conjuring mental pictures of the two of them tangled on his
massive bed. “I’d like to stay, Jared,” she whispered, still
feeling timid.

He gave her one more light kiss before
pulling back again. “I’d like that too, but there’s one more thing
I need to know.” At her nod, he said, “I want to make sure you want
me, and this isn’t some twisted way to get back at Chip. I will
gladly spend all night making love to you, but only if it’s me you
really want.”

Erin’s eyes widened. “I hadn’t even
considered that, Mr.—Jared. I swear.”

He looked deep into her eyes, looking
satisfied. “Very well. Do you need to call your parents or anyone
to let them know you won’t be home?”

She shook her head. “I live with my older
sister, and she knows I plan to be out all night.” Though Megan was
expecting her to be sleeping with Chip, not his father.

“Okay then.” Finally, he guided her head
closer, holding her tautly against him as his mouth settled over
hers. Jared kissed her thoroughly, his tongue pushing between the
seam of her lips to explore the interior.

Erin did her best to mimic his motions,
before sensations overwhelmed her, and she couldn’t consciously
think about doing anything. Instead, she was a creature guided by
impulse. In response to the stimuli flooding her body, she pushed
her pussy against his cock, rubbing her wet folds against his hard
flesh. The silk robe provided delicious friction, but seemed like
an unbearable barrier to what her young body sought out
instinctively.

Jared trailed his mouth from her lips and
across her cheek, to her ear. As he nibbled and sucked on the lobe,
she arched her neck, continuing to rub against him in a way that
seemed to aggravate, rather than relieve, the ache inside her. “Oh,
Jared, I need…” She broke off, not entirely sure what she needed.
Understanding the semantics of sex was a different thing from
experiencing them.

He lifted his head. “Shh, beautiful girl, I
know what you need.” He stood up abruptly, and she locked her legs
around his waist as he carried her from the lounge to the bed
across the room. The velvet cover under her back was decadent, as
was the sight of Jared shedding his robe as he stood by the
bed.

His body was hard and firm in all the right
places. For a man who had to be at least forty, he didn’t look it.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock. It was certainly not a
case of like father, like son. Chip was averagely endowed, where
Jared had the complete package, and then some. It was daunting.

“Do you mind if I take off your shoes?” He
grinned. “They’re like deathtraps.”

Erin giggled, releasing the heavy burden of
hurt she’d still been holding onto since realizing how sleazy Chip
was. “Go for it.”

His long fingers were nimble with the buckles
of the shoes. Even such a simple task as removing the platforms was
rendered sensual by his slow strokes and gentle exploration. Erin
gasped with surprise when he brought one of her feet to his mouth,
sucking on the polished big toe in a way that dragged at the pit of
her stomach and made her squeeze her thighs.

Jared grimaced slightly and released her toe.
“You taste delicious, but the red nail polish has to go. Next time,
please leave it off.”

She thrilled at his confident assurance there
would be a next time and nodded. “I might,” she conceded
mischievously. “If you’ll make it worth my while.” It was
liberating, but still a bit scary, to be teasing Jared. Hell, the
whole experience was a mixture of both.

His eyes sparkled. “That can be arranged.”
Taking a step back, he examined her for a moment, before his hands
went to the tie on her dress.

Erin stiffened, feeling a flash of fear, but
didn’t protest. He hesitated for a second, as though giving her a
chance to change her mind, before untying the bow and opening the
dress.

That displayed a good part of her body right
then, though her left breast remained covered. In seconds, he dealt
with the interior tie and peeled back the other panel of fabric.
She lay on the outfit, but it offered no shield. He stared at her,
as though drinking her in, and she shivered with nerves.

As his gaze rested on her breasts, her
nipples tightened, but she suddenly clapped her hands over them. He
frowned and reached for her hands. Erin resisted his attempts to
pull them away. “I’m too small,” she whispered.

Jared shook his head. “Your breasts are
perfect.”

At his words, she stopped trying to cover
them and let him move her hands. He got onto the bed with her,
straddling her thighs, as he leaned forward. Jared pinned her
wrists above her head, pushing her arms into the mattress, as he
lowered his head. He kissed her for a long moment before moving his
mouth to the side. Pausing near her ear, he said, “I think your
breasts are gorgeous as they are, with those pointy little pink
nipples, but there are ways to make them larger.”

Her stomach dipped, and she was wounded. He
couldn’t really find her breasts perfect if he was suggesting
surgery. “I would never get an operation.”

Jared trailed his tongue across her chest and
over her left breast, pausing to lave the nipple. “Honey, I didn’t
mean a surgical procedure. Someday, when you’re pregnant, your
breasts will get very large and firm.” He sucked the nipple into
his mouth. “You’ll be full of milk for your baby.” He looked up at
her. “And your husband, if he’s a lucky bastard.”

“Oh.” His words were deliciously naughty,
making her think about something that had never occurred to her
before. Breastfeeding was completely natural, the normal thing for
mother and baby, but she’d never considered that some men might
like such a thing too. “Do you like that?” she whispered.

“Mmm, I love this.” He took more of her
nipple into his mouth, his hands still holding hers against the
bed. “It’s plump and delicious,” he added after sucking for another
minute.

She was breathless. “Uh, okay, but I meant
the milk thing.”

Jared shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know.
Chip’s mother never breastfed, because it would ruin her breasts.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ve never tried it, but I won’t deny the
sight of a pregnant woman, or a pair of lactating breasts, can turn
me on under the right circumstances.”

“Oh,” she said softly. What would it be like
to have his baby growing in her body, to have his mouth sucking her
pregnant breasts? She moaned at the thought, finding it a lot
hotter than she ever would have expected.

Jared let go of her hands to cup her breasts,
pushing them together so the nipples almost touched. She gasped
when he ran his tongue back and forth across both rapidly,
occasionally flicking with the tip of his tongue or pausing to suck
one. The sensation was indescribable, and her pussy was soaking wet
in no time. She writhed under him, arching her hips, and lifting
her buttocks off the bed as she sought relief. “Jared, please, I
can’t…”

He laughed, but lifted his head. “You can,
honey.”

Erin shook her head. “I’ll die if you keep
doing that.”

Grasping her hips, he shifted his weight and
moved her higher up the bed. “You’ll die several times tonight, my
sweet.” He nudged her thighs apart, settling between them to put
his face against her slit. He inhaled deeply before exhaling
against her. His breath teased the sensitive flesh, and she
whimpered, lifting her butt higher.

“Smooth,” he said, sounding pleased and
surprised.

“I waxed yesterday afternoon,” she confided.
Actually, one of the women at her sister’s salon had helped her
with the task, which had been painful, but clearly worth the effort
judging by his appreciative noises.

“I do like a hairy pussy,” he said, sounding
not a bit self-conscious. “They’re pretty and fun to look at, but a
bald little kitty is so much tastier to eat.” He licked one of her
outer lips, trailing his tongue down the length, to her perineum,
and then back up the other lip, seeming to take extra care not to
touch her clit. “You should definitely keep your pussy smooth.”

“Okay.” She could endure the sting for a few
minutes if it made her lover happy. And it sounded like Jared
intended to be her lover, not just a one-night fling. Or was she
misreading things? Was she trying to project more intent than was
there? Hadn’t she already done enough damage to herself by
imagining emotions and feelings that didn’t exist in her
relationship with Chip? She couldn’t afford to follow that path
again. “Oh,” she cried out, all thoughts leaving her mind as he
continued licking her.

Jared ran the broad part of his tongue across
her slit, the appendage squirming in to explore her. He swirled the
tip around her clit a few times as she bucked mindlessly under him,
before continuing his swipe downward, to dart his tongue in and out
of her opening several times.

Then he did something so shocking that she
grabbed a handful of his hair and screamed his name. His tongue
went lower, sweeping down her perineum toward the dark hole waiting
there. She cried out in protest when he breached the puckered ring.
“Stop. You can’t.”

He paused, looking up briefly. “You don’t
like it?”

“Uh…I don’t know.” She hadn’t really had a
chance to experience the sensations. It had just been too
outrageous, and she had reacted.

“In that case…” Jared trailed off, returning
to the forbidden zone. His tongue teased and tickled her anus,
briefly darting inside and around the hole. A feeling like
electricity sparked through her lower half, and she pressed her ass
tighter against his face.

Jared chuckled against her skin. “Thought
so,” he said with triumph, before returning to his taboo task. A
moment later, he slipped a hand between her thighs, his finger and
thumb seeking out her clit. He rolled the sensitive bud between his
fingers as his tongue flicked over and into her back passage.

Erin twisted against him, her lower half
completely off the bed, except for her heels. “Jared. Oh, it’s so
much. Too much.” Slick heat drenched her folds seconds before her
sheath tightened, and an orgasm rushed over her, making her entire
body shake with the force of it.

“Good girl,” he praised, as though she had
done something amazing, when it was all him. She had just been at
his mercy. Apparently, she was still at his mercy, because he
shifted again, once more putting his mouth against her cunt, with
his hands gripping her buttocks. He pulled her tightly against him,
not allowing her room to squirm or escape as he began pussy-eating
in earnest.