Sweet Obsession: Windy City Kink, Book 1 (20 page)

And then he did, parting her thighs and laying his lips on her bare folds. He slipped one arm beneath her hip, his hand curving around to rest on her mound, his other hand holding her ankle as he kissed up and down over her pretty pussy. “Sasha,” he whispered. He licked her there, over the softest skin imaginable, tracing his tongue up and down her slit, then sliding it in deeper. Her creamy arousal coated his tongue and he swallowed, closing his eyes in delight. The throb in his dick pulsed through every nerve ending in his body.

“Oh God, Jack,” she whispered. “Oh my God. Lick me…”

His blood ran fast and hot, and he wanted to open his mouth on her and devour her, but he worked for control and took his time, sucking gently on her pussy lips, then licking more, slowly, tenderly, until finally he swept his tongue over her clit. She jolted against him.

He lifted his head, wanting to see her, admire her there, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her legs tried to close but he slid his hand up to her knee and pushed that leg back. When she relaxed again, he touched her pussy, exploring with his fingertips, inserting his long finger inside her. She clamped around him, wet and hot.

Fuck, that was sexy.

“Your pussy is sweet, Sasha,” he murmured. “So pretty, all pink and puffy.” He stroked his index finger over a plump fold. “And so wet. Look. Look at you.”

She lifted her head from the pillow and stared down her body, and he bent his head to lick again, maintaining eye contact with her in a heady, intoxicating connection. He stayed there for a long time, tasting his fill of her, looking up over her body to watch her watching him. Her hips lifted to his mouth in a seeking rhythm that excited him unbearably. He rubbed over her clit with his tongue then sucked it into his mouth until her body vibrated. So close.

Time to move on. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to explode and embarrass himself all over her. He reached for a condom from the table beside the bed and quickly sheathed his erection as she watched with avid eyes, her mouth wet and shiny in the lamp light. So beautiful.

He grabbed a pillow and arranged it beneath her head, then knelt between her legs. She lay there, hands curled into loose fists, eyes closed.

“Sasha. Look at me.”

Her eyes flickered open and met his.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he rasped. “I want you to see me. I want you to see us, together.”

She sank her top teeth into her bottom lip, eyelashes fluttering. He directed the head of his cock to her entrance where she was so creamy wet, slid his cock up and down her slit, over her clit, then paused at the opening. God. He gritted his teeth against the urgent need to come, spears of lust stabbing his balls, and pushed into her. Tight. Hot. Fuck.

He slid into her, one thick inch at a time, every muscle in his body tight, sensation sizzling over his skin. His thighs quaked and sweat broke out on his forehead as he fought for control.

He slid his hands beneath her knees, lifting her legs up and back, opening her wide for him, and then he was home, deeply seated inside her body, both of them pulsing together.

“Look at me,” he reminded her and her heavy eyelids flickered open. When their eyes met, a spark of something flashed between them. God, he could hardly believe this was really happening, after all those years, all those years she’d been there in the back of his mind, always.

Her hand slipped down her body to her pussy, her fingers settling over her clit.

“Yeah.” He looked down at where she touched herself. “Yeah, Sasha, do that. Touch yourself.”

Her tongue came out to sweep over her bottom lip and a rush of heat nearly sent him over.

He released her knees and laid his hands on her small shoulders, pressing her deeper into the mattress as he began to move inside her, slow at first, then faster, harder. She reached her other hand and grasped his arm, and with every stroke of his cock inside her, her soft breasts moved on her chest, attracting his attention. Her little nipples were sharp points centered on small areola. He dipped his head for another quick suck and taste of her.

“God, Jack,” she gasped. “So deep…”

“Hurting you, babe?”

“No…no, it’s good. So good. You could…go deeper.”

Fuck yeah.

He leaned down to kiss her mouth hard, their tongues meeting, then he went back onto his knees. His hands caressed her breasts, gently squeezing, watching her reaction.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Harder.”

His hands gripped her breasts tighter and he drove into her, his cock sliding in and out of her in a scalding rhythm, their bodies banging together.

“Wanna do this,” he muttered, and he withdrew, earning a small whimper from Sasha. He turned her onto her side and moved behind her. He pushed her top leg up, opening her pussy to him, the plump flesh so sweetly displayed, and then he entered her again, this time one big surge inside her. She cried out. “Okay?”

He bent his head and kissed her shoulder.

“That’s really intense,” she gasped. “I…love it.” He smiled.

With one hand on her upper back, his other hand slid up to her throat and held her there as he fucked into her from behind with hard, demanding strokes. Every impact pushed small noises from her throat. With her body half turned, her ass against his groin, he leaned down to kiss her mouth, long, wet tongue kisses. She reached an arm behind her to touch his abdomen, then his arm, gasping and whimpering. “Oh my God. Oh my God.” Then her hand went back to the bed in front of her, bracing herself for his driving thrusts.

The bed heaved beneath their moving bodies, the duvet cover puffed up around them, the scent of sex filling the air and mingling with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, his guttural groans and her soft moans. His fingers tightened on her throat as his climax built, tingles brewing at the base of his spine, his skin prickling all over. Heat coiled inside him and he fucked her in a quick, hard, desperate rhythm.

But before he came he wanted to be face to face, and he lifted her top leg and moved it aside so he was once again between her thighs and she was on her back, staring up at him with lust-glazed eyes. Her hand again searched out her clit. “Yeah,” he groaned. “Want you to come now.”

And fuck, she did, she did. Her fingers worked her clit hard, pinching at it. Her body arched, a long low wail escaping her mouth, her head going back, her pussy rippling around him. He watched her, drinking in the beautiful flush that rose from her breasts to her face, the way her nipples tightened even more. Then she flung her arms out to her sides, curling her fingers into the duvet, and he let the wave of ecstasy surge over him, sensation exploding through his veins, the pleasure blinding him. With tight, jerky pulses, he poured himself into her. “Yeah,” he groaned. “There it is. Fuck, Sasha. Fuck.”

He gulped for air, his back bowed, his orgasm going on and on in endless waves of pleasure.

When he finally regained his senses, he looked at her and saw her watching him with slumberous eyes and a sexy curve of her mouth. “Hell,” he muttered. “That was crazy.”

“Yes.” She lifted her arms, reaching for him, and he lowered himself over her, shifting his weight just to the side. She stretched out her legs and his softening cock slipped a little inside her. He didn’t want to leave her body yet.

He kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyelids, then buried his face into the pillow beside her where her hair spread. She opened her mouth on his shoulder and gave him a gentle sucking kiss, letting her tongue lick over the spot. He felt her deep inhalation, her breasts pressing against his chest.

“You smell good,” she whispered.

“Mmm. So do you.”

Her hands moved on his back, slowly caressing him. They lay together for a long while in the quiet room, and then reluctantly he rolled off her, reaching to hold the condom in place. “Gonna get rid of this,” he murmured, leaving the bed.

He paused in the bathroom, closing his eyes, a wave of emotion sweeping over him. Sasha. Here. In his bed. In his life. Finally.

He’d seen signs in her eyes and in her responses, and warm hope flared in his chest that he hadn’t been wrong all these years, that she was still perfect for him, still the one. Except, he wasn’t sure if she knew that yet.

He returned to the bedroom and found her wrapped in the duvet. He sat on the side of the bed and swept her hair back from her face. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “Do you want something to eat or drink?”

“Mmm. Maybe some water.”

“I’m kind of hungry. All those little appetizers didn’t add up to enough of a meal for me.”

“Growing boy?” she teased.

He smiled. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, surprise flickering in her eyes. “Of course.”

They hadn’t done anything crazy. But he wanted to make sure. He rose and reached for a pair of jeans he’d tossed on the chair. He stepped into them and pulled up the zipper. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He didn’t waste time in the kitchen, grabbing a couple of bottles of water out of the fridge and throwing some cheese and crackers onto a plate. He added a few cookies with a smile.

Her widened eyes rewarded him as she freed her arms from the duvet and pushed herself to sitting. “Mmm. Cookies.”

“I knew that would get you, even though you said you weren’t hungry.”

“Well, maybe I’m a little hungry.”

He sat in his jeans on top of the duvet, letting her modestly pull the covers up over her bare breasts. Just thinking about her bare breasts made his cock twitch again. He set the plate between them, opened a bottle of water and handed it to her.

“Thank you.”

He drank from his own and picked up a cracker.

“You’re a very sweet guy,” she said to him.

He choked. He had to lift the back of his hand to his mouth, coughed, coughed again, then dragged air through his burning esophagus. “Ah. Thanks. But I don’t think so.”

She nibbled a cookie and eyed him. “No?”

“Earlier you called me arrogant.”

She made a face. “Well, yeah. There is that.”

“And pretty sure you were thinking something along the lines of ‘jealous asshole’.”

Her lips quivered. “Maybe.”

“Also I don’t think my Director of Sales was too happy with me the other day,” he continued. “Pretty sure he was calling me worse things than that under his breath.”

“Why?”

“I had to make a tough decision not to take a big contract.”

“Isn’t a big contract a good thing?”

“Not always.” He explained it to her briefly. Then he paused. “Let me show you how not sweet I am.”

Her lips parted. “How?”

“Drop the covers.”

She glanced down at herself, where the duvet was tucked up into her armpits. She looked back up at him.

He nodded. “I want to see those sweet tits.”

Her cheeks pinkened and her gaze dropped, but she loosened the duvet and let it fall to her lap. He studied her slender torso rising from the crumpled bedclothes, the elegant curve of her waist and ribcage, the perfect swell of her breasts, the faint shadowy groove that bisected her abdomen. Her nipples were like sweet little Hershey kisses and his lips tingled with the desire to suck them. The lamp gilded one of her shoulders and that side of her golden hair.

“Thank you,” he said. “You’re so beautiful, Sasha.”

She bit her lip. “You keep saying it.”

“Yep.” He crunched another cracker. “And I’m gonna keep saying it.”

She looked up at him.

“Missed you, Sasha.”

Her bottom lip pouted a little. “Oh, Jack. How can you say that? We don’t even know each other anymore. Twelve years is a long time.”

“Eh. Yeah, it can be. Or it can be a flash. Whatever. What’s done is done. So let’s get to know each other again.”

Her slow smile sent heat rushing to his groin again. “Okay.”

They talked about college. About who their friends were. He told her about meeting Adam when they’d worked on a school project together, and she told him about her best friend Karey who she’d roomed with in college and how Karey’d ended up living in New Orleans. “I miss her so much,” she said wistfully. “But we keep in touch on Facebook and Skype.”

“Have you visited her there?”

“Yes! A few times. And she’s come to Chicago too.”

“Did you like New Orleans?”

“I love it. But not as much as Chicago.”

“You’d never consider moving somewhere else?”

She tipped her head and ran the tip of her index finger around the rim of her water bottle. Which made him picture her doing that to the head of his cock. He shifted his position, his jeans growing uncomfortably tight, and stretched out beside her. “I never have. Doesn’t mean I never would. But I have other friends here, and my business. And my family.” She rolled her eyes.

“What was the eye roll for?”

“Maybe I
should
have moved way from Chicago,” she said, one corner of her mouth tipping up. “To get away from them. They annoy the hell out of me.”

“Oh yeah?” This was interesting.

“They’re ridiculously overprotective and interfering. My dad and my brothers, I mean. Mom’s not quite so bad, but she’s…well, she worries.” She cast him a look up through her eyelashes.