Bouncer (Bad Boys in Big Trouble Book 2) (3 page)

They walked arm in arm to the elevator in the empty ground-floor vestibule. Inside, they clung to each other. He punched the eighth-floor button before he turned, pushed his face near and planted his mouth on hers. His tongue stroked inside her mouth deeply and passionately as they ascended. The ding of the elevator announced the opening of the doors. The sound broke the elevator sex fantasy she was having as she wrapped herself around his body seductively and pressed him into the corner of the small space.

He held her close, stepped into the hallway and said, “I want you to understand one thing before we enter my apartment.” He paused. “I’ll never get a housekeeper of the year award.” She laughed because she’d been expecting him to say something honorable about his intentions once they crossed the threshold of his domain.

He smiled wolfishly, negating any fear of honorable intentions as he approached a door on the right. He unlocked it with a key from his front pocket. She couldn’t help but notice his erection hadn’t subsided and smiled inwardly. He ushered her inside a fairly neat space. It had bachelor written all over it, but it didn’t matter because she wasn’t here for the decor.

“Listen, Smith. One other thing I want you to know is—”

“That you don’t usually do this. Yeah, me either, but you are simply irresistible.” Jessica stepped closer and inhaled deeply. The smell of him calmed her at the same time it sent zinging snaps of arousal to every erogenous zone she possessed.

He laughed. “I rarely have beautiful women proposition me. Except at where I work and you should know that I always turn work-related offers down. I’m glad I excluded you from my turn-down pile tonight.” He reached out to touch her face.

She stepped back, resolutely avoiding his caress. “No names, no job descriptions. I need this to be anonymous, or I’m out of here and headed back to my car with the newly changed tire, thank you very much.”

He put both hands up in surrender. “I get it. Anonymous. No worries.” He moved back in, all sexy man and dangerous looks. His large, talented hands wrapped around either side of her waist. But he just stared at her.

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him to get things going. The mechanics, she understood, but not the seduction along the way. Her experience was severely lacking in many areas beyond the physical act itself, she decided quickly. She hoped Jones would not require her to know too much because she
didn’t
know much. Except that he sincerely made her want to peel her clothes off and dance naked.

Jones wrapped his strong arms around her, then slid his mouth over hers, hypnotically stroking his tongue through her lips and over every surface inside her mouth as if cataloging the interior for future reference.

He slipped a hand down to her ass, cupped one cheek and pulled her closer to the very impressive bulge in his pants. She pushed a hand down between them to stroke the front of his jeans to determine if he stuffed anything down his boxers to make himself look bigger.

Jones felt humongous against her belly.

He growled when she grabbed his cock and squeezed, discovering it was
all
him with no sock filler whatsoever. Excellent. Jones had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of in whatever locker rooms he frequented and this would be great for her.

One small, panicked thought registered. In order to accomplish her goal, his large cock was going to have to fit inside her virgin territory…some way, some how. Perhaps that would work in her favor to keep him from realizing she was untried in this arena. As big as he was, surly most women were a tight fit.

The thought simultaneously thrilled and concerned her, but she wanted him. The sexual vision of coupling with him sent a rush of moisture into her panties, making her shiver in delight.

Jones absorbed her trembling and danced them still kissing, stroking and clinging to each other across the floor towards an open door. She hesitated at the entryway of the dark room and broke the sultry, tonsil-licking kiss to contemplate what she was about to
finally
carry out.

Do or die, now or never, this she knew was her absolute final chance to stop and reconsider.

“Smith?” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her collarbone. “Having second thoughts?”

“Maybe,” she said, gazing at his fine body and handsome face.

His lust-filled expression shifted to hers with concern, then softened. “Anything I can do to put your fears to rest and convince you to proceed?”

She looked into his very intent gaze. “Tell me again that you won’t expect this to continue after tonight.”

He cleared his throat. “What if we’re so good together
you
want to continue, Smith? Don’t you want to leave your options open?” His lips brushed her temple.

“No. I don’t. No options. No names. No job descriptions. Just an anonymous one-night stand to scratch an aggressive itch. Promise me that’s all this is for you.”

Jones leaned in closer. His breath caressed her ear when he said, “I won’t expect this to continue. I’ll be grateful to get my itch scratched, I promise.”

“Okay then.” Jessica took a giant mental step and crossed the boundary to her untried wicked side. She allowed him to lead her by the hand into his bedroom.

The space was large, as was the bed, which was made up neatly despite his warning about the lack of housekeeping. It was a foolish reason to relax her guard, but she did. He left her to turn on a lamp by the bed. He pulled the covers halfway down to expose the sheets. Low light filtered through the shade as he turned and approached her again.

Her apprehension had to be visible as she fought with the last vestiges of her overprotective conscious regarding her imminent actions. She was going to get laid.
Finally
. She kicked her good intentions to the curb and placed her hands at his waist to draw him closer for another kiss.

Slowly they undressed each other, kissing passionately as each article of clothing was removed and dropped to the floor. Once she was down to her bra and panties her desire to get on with this act increased tenfold. It was going to happen. She was going to have sex. She suppressed the urge to squeal like a teen girl at a boy band concert.

Jones leaned down to slide his jeans off his legs and kissed her belly near the skimpy line of her panties. And then he did it again while removing his underwear. A totally naked and very aroused man stood before her.

She noted the unbound size of his cock now fully engorged and ready to play, with her, on this momentous night. She shivered again in anticipation.

Tonight she would lose her annoying virginity to a gorgeous, delicious and very well-hung stranger. Fabulous fate had smiled on her after all.

Without warning, Jones dropped to his knees and planted a juicy kiss below her navel. His mouth trailed downward until she felt him lick her through her moistened panties. She sucked in a surprised breath and uttered a small scream of excitement.

Was she truly really ready for this?

Chapter Two

“What are you doing?”

Her panicked tone surprised him.

Reece stopped. He’d shucked off his pants and boxers and knelt before her to pull her sexy little panties off with his teeth. He licked her once, guessing at the location of her clit. By the way she jumped and shrieked, he thought he’d hit it dead on.

“Undressing you.” He hooked two fingers in the string bikini panties at the sides of her hips. He slowly pulled her underwear down, revealing she was a natural blonde and that she smelled fantastic. He leaned in for another lick now that she was displayed before him and he definitely hit the target this time.

“Oh!” She moved back half a step, but her hands went to his head as if to steady herself. “I didn’t expect…”

Reece looked up her gorgeous body at her lust-glazed eyes. “The thing is, Smith, it’s been a long time since any woman has talked me into this, so I’m ashamed to say I’m pretty sure I’m going to last about three strokes before I climax the first time. That is if I don’t come on your leg after fully tasting you. But I promise the second time I’ll last much longer.”

“The second time?”

He sent her a grin. “Yeah.”

She exhaled and nodded. “Okay.”

“And the third time will be even longer than the second.”

“Three times?” she scoffed. “Now you’re just bragging.”

He laughed. “You’ll see.” He stood and pushed her gently towards his bed. He popped open the front enclosure of her bra, which seemed to startle her. He peeled it off and promptly licked one peach-colored nipple, the taste of which delighted him.

She inhaled deeply and her hands landed on his shoulders. Her nails pierced his skin deliciously as he ran his thumb across the other nipple while he suckled her. He released the first delectable peak and kissed his way between her breasts to capture the other one for a taste.

Her breathy little cries of pleasure were seriously making him anxious to move things along. He sensed that Smith was skittish. It was likely her first time with a stranger, even though she exuded pure bravado. For his own capabilities, Reece needed to slow things down for their first time together. He pressed on her shoulders until she sat on the edge of the bed, then spread her knees apart and knelt before her again.

Putting a hand under each thigh, he leaned in and pushed his face between her legs to get a better taste of the candy he’d sampled before. Her response to his tongue was an inarticulate noise of pleasure, which made his balls tighten. God in heaven, she tasted good. She eased her upper body back slowly onto the bed, giving him better access.

He licked her once more then planted his mouth below, sucking her nub between his lips. Miss Smith was very responsive. She moaned and writhed with every stroke of his tongue. Her fingertips grazed the back of his head, pulling him closer. He slid two fingers into her tight, slick passage as his other hand found and cupped her breast, his fingertips brushing back and forth over her hardened nipple.

She inhaled in another deep lungful of air and held it before arching her back, finally emitting a breathy little scream that made his cock throb. Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on his fingers. Her breath came in excited little pants of air as she pulled his head away from her delicious dampened mound.

Satisfied in the knowledge she was also satisfied, he kissed her inner thigh and looked up her body, watching her chest rise and fall. Soon she released her breath on a long whimpering sigh. She was so beautiful.

Reece kissed his way across her belly. He climbed up on all fours on the bed over her and clamped his mouth down on the center of one perfect breast.

Soon her fingers found their way to his face. He kissed a path to her throat and whispered, “You taste like candy.”

She laughed lightly and kissed his cheek. “Oh, Jones, you sure know how to get a girl’s attention, but I’m ready for those three strokes you promised me.”

“Well, then, let me ready myself to plunder you, Miss Smith.” He leaned up onto his knees and grabbed a condom from his bedside supply, securing it carefully before turning back to her.

“Any position you had in mind, Smith? Now is the time for requests.”

“Gentleman’s choice, Jones. You earned it.” She sighed as if in contentment. Good.

He decided to keep things simple and go missionary. From the brief exploration with his fingers, he could tell she was snug. Besides, on top he could thrust better. He grabbed his latex covered cock and directed it to her drenched opening, sliding it across her clit a time or two to gather a little moisture before inserting the tip an inch or so inside.
It was utter paradise.

He concentrated on her face, wanting to watch her expression as he slid inside her for the first time. Shit, he might not even make it three strokes. He might blow apart with his first stroke inside her excruciatingly tight, sexy body. Especially if she watched him as she did now…with wonder for what was sure to be a very disappointing, short-lived experience. But he planned to make it up to her the second time. Hopefully, there would be a second time.

Her eyes widened as his cock slid inside that first inch. The nirvana-inducing feeling of her body around that barest part of him made his eyes lower halfway in bliss. Damn, she was tight.

“Harder, Jones. I like it hard,” she whispered and pulled his head down for a kiss.

She licked his lips, but he wanted to watch her, so he pulled back and thrust deeply inside, hard like she’d asked him to. Her eyes closed and her head dipped back as he filled her up. She sucked in a deep sexy breath. Her fingers, resting on his biceps, dug into his skin the moment he stopped moving forward.

Fully impaled to his balls, he took a deep breath to stop from losing it with a single stroke. She was more than tight, like a luscious vise on his grateful cock. He centered himself, withdrew halfway and sank into her slick warmth again, and again, and again.

She whimpered and the sound of her little cries as he stroked drove him insane with the need to release. One of her legs slipped around the back of his thigh and rubbed up and down. With the next thrust she lifted her hips and ground into him to meet his push inside. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t climaxed yet. He was on the edge of it. He wanted it. He stroked within her faster, harder, longer than he thought he could possibly last given her snug capacity.