It's All Relative (3 page)

Suddenly eager, she ran her other hand up his shirt and considered ripping it off him. Whoever this man was, he appealed to her, and she clearly appealed to him. Jessie wasn’t one to jump right into a physical relationship, but her fuzzy mind and torn heart just wanted to feel good. And his erection pressing just above her pubic bone felt really good.

Forgetting her earlier idea of not being easy, forgetting that her two best friends were witnessing her very public make out session with a stranger, she broke away from his mouth and ran her lips to his ear. Over the loud music, she panted, “You live close by?” She really hoped he said yes; a long cab ride would probably douse her buzz and change her mind, and her body was screaming for this. She didn’t want to change her mind.

With a movement that had nothing to do with dancing, he pulled her hips into his. In her ear he said back, just as breathily, “Yes. A couple blocks up the street.”

When he returned his mouth to her lips, the hand on her cheek slipped to her breast. If they didn’t change locations soon, Jessie was never going to be able to show her face in this club again; though, this was April’s scene more than hers. She pulled back from him, and his tongue lightly flicked against her lip as they separated. Hissing in a quick breath, she ran a finger down those amazing lips. “Take me there.” Again, she was shocked at her own forwardness, but she was too drunk to care.

His mouth dropped open at her words, and Jessie took the opportunity to playfully suck on his bottom lip. As he let out an erotic noise that she wished she could hear better, his eyes fluttered closed. When he reopened them, he crashed his lips back down to hers. Their bodies grinding almost uncontrollably now, she heard him mutter, “Yes, God yes.”

Lifting her mouth to his ear again, she said over the music, “I’ll meet you outside in five.” Then she sucked on his earlobe. He shuddered, and his thumb on her breast swept across her nipple, sending ripples of desire down her body. Not wanting to let him go, she rested her head against his as she pushed their bodies away from each other. With how badly she wanted him right now, staying on this dance floor any longer was not a good idea. Giving him one last kiss, she brushed past him. Needing to feel it, she ran her hands down the front of his jeans as she left. He did
not
disappoint her.

Without a thought of anything else but dissolving into his arms, Jessie headed straight for the exit. She was suddenly halted by a curious redhead blocking her path. “Going somewhere, Jess?”

Not wanting a conversation at the moment, Jessie tried walking around her concerned friend. But she soon found her bare arms tightly enclosed in Harmony’s surprisingly strong fingers. “No, seriously, where do you think you’re going?” Her light blue eyes narrowed as she looked over Jessie’s face; could Harmony tell by looking at her that she was having trouble focusing? Jessie wanted to be on her way, but she knew that if the tables were turned, there was no way she’d let her friend leave alone. Girls got killed that way.

But then again, Jessie wasn’t leaving alone. Giggling, she leaned in to give her friend the good news. “I’m going home with the hot guy.”

Harmony looked over her shoulder, like she was looking for whom Jessie was talking about. Frowning, like she wasn’t seeing him, she firmly stated, “I don’t think so.” Bringing her eyes back to Jessie, she shook her head. “That’s a bad idea.”

“What’s a bad idea?”

Jessie was assaulted from behind by a set of arms slipping around her waist and a head of dark hair nestling over her shoulder. Jessie could smell the booze coming off April and knew that her friend was feeling as little pain as she was. Laughing, she snuggled into April’s embrace while Harmony answered April’s question.

“She thinks she’s going off with some guy she just met.”

April brightened and twisted Jessie around; her expression was a mixture of pride and shock. “Oh, your first one-night stand.” She placed a hand over her heart and beamed at Jessie like an overjoyed parent. “I’m so proud.”

Jessie giggled again while Harmony sighed. “April, she shouldn’t—”

Not needing a voice of reason at the moment, Jessie cut off Harmony’s objection with one of her own. Slurring a little, she stated, “I’ll be fine. We’re just going a few blocks up the street.” She lifted the small sparkly bag draped across her body. “I have my phone in my purse. You can track me.” They’d downloaded an app for their phones that tracked each other’s locations, mainly for the fun of teasing each other when someone popped up in an odd place, say, the sex shop downtown. As a precaution, they always turned the feature on whenever they went out together, just in case they got separated.

Harmony still looked unconvinced as she crossed her arms over her chest, but April thought Jessie’s solution was perfect. She clapped her on the back. “Great, have fun! You need it after your last loser.”

Harmony seemed torn on what to do, and Jessie took that moment of indecision as her chance to get away. “Have a good night. I’ll call you later.” With that, she gave Harmony a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

While trying to weasel away from them, Jessie’s arm was suddenly grabbed by April. “Wait! Here…” She reached into the pocket of her tight pants and pulled out a silver packet. A smile blossomed on her face as she folded Jessie’s fingers around it. “Fun is great, but safe fun is even better.”

Confused, Jessie opened her hand. Seeing a ribbed-for-her-pleasure condom packet in her palm, she looked up at April. She’d had that in her pocket? April shrugged, smiled, and left to rejoin her group of flirty boys on the dance floor.

Harmony watched her leave, then looked back at Jessie with stern eyes; even her spattering of friendly freckles seemed to say
Listen and obey
. “Call me. Soon.” Clutching her prophylactic tight, Jessie grinned and nodded. As she scooted away, Harmony called out, “Within the hour, Jess! If I don’t hear from you by then, I’m calling your dad!”

Jessie cringed. Getting her coat from the coat check girl, she stuffed the condom inside her bag and made sure her phone was turned on. Even sloppy-drunk, she was still sort of cautious.

As she put on her coat, the bottom still slightly damp from her incident earlier, uncertainty hit, and she began to wonder if going off with a stranger was a bad idea. But then she stepped out into the frigid air…and saw him.

He was standing with his back to her, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans and his shoulders bunched up like he was extremely cold, even in his thick, dark jacket. Leaning on one hip, he looked out over the street, watching the cars and people. His faded jeans perfectly highlighted his backside, and desire instantly trumped every other emotion in Jessie’s head. As if he felt her approaching, her date turned, and those sea-green eyes locked onto hers. She knew right then, only good things were going to happen tonight. Really, really good things.

He smiled when he saw her, relief over her showing clear on his face. She walked up to him, as seductively as her drunken steps allowed, and tossed her arms around his neck. Their lips reunited, cold from the outside weather, but warming with their hot breath and needy, frantic movements. His hand slipped inside her trench coat while hers ran though his hair. She groaned when his palm cupped her bottom.
If only their clothes weren’t in the way.

“Where?” she asked, her voice low and seductive. His response was a rough grunt as he started pulling her up the street.

It was the longest couple of blocks that Jessie had ever walked with someone. It didn’t help their progress any that they often stopped to lean against walls or railings, or in some cases, shop windows. And it didn’t help that every time he pressed against her, he seemed to be even harder, even more ready for her. And God, was she ready for him too.

Just as she was considering pushing him into an alley and having her way with him right there, he pulled her toward a flight of steps leading up to an apartment building. He fumbled in his jacket for his keys, his mouth still firmly locked on hers. Somehow he managed to open the entryway door and step inside. They walked into a nearby elevator, and Jessie immediately began taking off his jacket. As the metal contraption lifted them into the air, he pressed her against the back wall and nuzzled her neck.

His jacket in one hand, he pulled her out of the elevator when it dinged open. As she leaned against him, rubbing the front of his jeans, he tried to unlock his door without closing his eyes. Grunting in frustration, he nearly broke the door in his eagerness to open it. Jessie gasped when he roughly pulled her through it, and then groaned when he immediately closed the door and pushed her back against it.

After her coat was ripped off, Jessie unslung her bag and tossed it somewhere into the apartment. His hands moved over her body, clenching and unclenching the fabric of her dress like he wanted to tear it off her as well. Eyes and voice needy, he exhaled, “God, I want you.”

Alcohol, anticipation, excitement, and a surge of lust rushed through her. “I want you too.” Bringing her fingers to the waistband of his jeans, she muttered to herself, “God, I hope you’re packing. I don’t need another Jeremy.”

He only had time to murmur, “I…um…”, before she had his jeans unzipped and her hand inside his underwear. Much to her relief, he was hard, thick, and delightfully sized. “Oh, thank God,” she breathed. Her philandering ex-boyfriend had frequently been none of those things.

He laughed deep in his throat, then attacked her mouth. Pulling her away from the door, he flicked on a light switch and led her deeper into the apartment. Mouths still connected, they walked through what looked like a small kitchen area into a room that Jessie assumed was the living room. She didn’t really know, and she didn’t really care. When they stopped moving, Jessie removed his shirt. Tossing it on the shaggy carpet, she eyed his wonderfully colored skin. Much to her surprise and delight, there was an intriguing black tattoo coming over his shoulder and swirling down to his collarbone. Jessie traced the dark design, then placed a soft kiss at the ending point of one of the swirls. He made a pleased noise in the back of his throat as he began to unzip her dress. The rest of his chest was as fit as his arms, and Jessie lightly ran her fingernails down the firm muscles, making him shudder. Once he was done with the deceptively long zipper of her dress, Jessie shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it fall to a heap at her feet.

Pausing, he took a moment to enjoy the sight of her scantily clad body; her lacy black bra and underwear matched the heels she was still wearing. After his thorough inspection, he popped off his shoes and quickly pushed down his jeans. Jessie bit her lip as she breathlessly watched him. She felt like every inch of her was burning with need, and she was going to explode soon if he didn’t satisfy the ache. When he was just in black boxer-briefs, he reached out and pulled her forward. She stumbled into his body and then crashed into his lips. Catching her off-guard, he suddenly shifted and twisted her around. With a cry of surprise ready on her lips, Jessie lost her balance and they began to fall. Just as she braced herself for impact on the hard floor, they landed on a soft, springy mattress.

Looking around, Jessie noted that his apartment was a studio—everything but the bathroom was enclosed in one giant room—and they were safely resting on a mattress in the middle of the far wall. Just a mattress. No headboard, no box spring, no bed frame to raise it off the ground. The rest of the large room was an assortment of opened and closed boxes; he really had just gotten into town. Just as she thought to comment, he settled himself between her thighs, and finally pressed that wonderfully full manhood against her. She wouldn’t have cared if they were screwing on the floor after that.

The feeling of him being so close to where she needed him had her squirming in anticipation; the scant fabric of their underwear barely separated their needy flesh. With a throaty groan, he moved his hips against her as rhythmically as he had in the club. His soft mouth placed languid kisses down her jawline, then her throat. While Jessie gulped down air, his marvelously soft lips traveled down to her bra. He kissed her once, through the fabric, then gently moved the lace aside. Her nipple peaked as her breast was exposed to the cooler air, and Jessie moaned in delight when his hot mouth closed around it. His tongue swirled around the nipple, his teeth lightly tugging, and she arched against him as she writhed in torturous bliss.
Yes, more.

Tucking her hands behind herself, she popped open her bra; it took a couple of tries with her numb fingers. When the material was loose, he paused to rip it off her, then turned his attention to her other breast. Moaning, “Yes,” she clutched his head to her.

With a satisfied groan, he left her breast and started heading south. She arched her back and pushed his head down, wanting what he was suggesting; just the thought made her feel like she was about to climax. Her drunk mind spoke her body’s wishes. “Yes, do it…I want you to taste me.”

He paused with his lips against her belly, his hands clenching her hips. “Damn, that’s hot,” he muttered into her soft flesh.

Not feeling the embarrassment she might have felt sober, she pushed his head again, urging him to keep going. With a soft curse, he harshly ripped off her underwear. He kissed her calves as he pulled the material off her, but he left the heels on. Jessie loved that. Breathing heavily, his beautiful eyes full of wanton lust, he watched as she squirmed on the mattress. Wanting him to continue touching her, she ran her hands down her front, squeezing the breasts he’d placed so much attention on earlier.
Do it…

His eyes flared with passion, then he settled himself between her thighs. As she dug her heel into his leg, he ran his tongue up her core. Jessie cried out as waves of bliss washed over her. Before closing her eyes and succumbing to the euphoria, she noticed that the tattoo around his collarbone curved up and over his shoulder, ending in a tribal design that extended all the way down his shoulder blade.
God, that’s hot.

That marvelous tongue in that beautiful boy’s mouth brought her right to the edge of releasing, as he sucked, stroked and teased her into near oblivion. Pushing him away before she toppled over the edge, Jessie aggressively shoved him all the way to his back. His breath heavy, he let her take control without complaint. Starting at his neck, she gave his body the exact same attention he’d just given her. When her lips were firmly wrapped around his glorious manhood, he cried out and clutched her hair.