Lifers (15 page)

He took a large bite.

“This is real good, Torrey,” he said, continuing to gnaw hungrily at the meat.

“I know. I’m the perfect woman: I can cook
and
I drive a cool car.”

“You are,” he said, quietly. “You’re perfect.”

His mood was serious as I looked over at him in surprise.

“Um, thanks. I was joking actually. I’m a complete bitch most of the time and have gazillions of annoying habits.”

“I wasn’t jokin’,” he said, holding my gaze. “I’m just so fuckin’ grateful that you’re here.” He took a deep breath. “And I really want to kiss you right now.”

Torrey

Knowing it was probably a huge mistake, I reached out and cupped his cheek with the palm of my hand.

“I’d really like to kiss you, too.”

Which should have been his cue for diving on me. Instead, he sat staring at the sand covering his bare feet.

“It’s okay,” I said quietly, trying to reassure him. “I like that you said it to me. You don’t have to do anything right now. I’m not going anywhere.”

He sighed and leaned into my hand.

Tentatively he reached out and brushed gentle fingers over my hair. Then he inclined his body forward and kissed me, his lips merely whispering next to mine.

I moved my hand to the back of his head and pulled him closer, pressing my mouth firmly against his. He moaned softly, the hitch in his breath telling me how much this was affecting him.

I coaxed his lips to open and licked his bottom lip, then tugged it gently with my teeth. A sound like a whimper slipped from him, and I could tell it was taking all his strength to hold back from attacking my mouth with his own.

Cautiously, I dipped my tongue into his mouth and felt his hesitant response as he stroked against me. He became bolder, deepening the kiss and pulling me with him as he lay down on the blanket. Then he twisted so he was above me, his body pressing into mine.

I ran my hands under his t-shirt, feeling the defined muscles of his back and shoulders under my fingers, something I’d wanted to do since the first day I saw him. I pulled the soft material up his body and he paused long enough to allow me to tear it over his head.

I hadn’t come to the beach with any expectation of having sex with Jordan. I mean, yeah, I’d imagined it
a lot
, but I just hadn’t thought we’d get there so quickly—if ever.

I leaned up on my elbow and took a moment to appreciate the beautiful artwork of his tattoos coiling around his arms and shoulders.

Then I noticed a long scar at the base of his ribs.

“What’s this from?”

He stiffened, his hands freezing on my waist.

“Knife fight,” he said, at last.

I stroked the scar with my forefinger then leaned across to plant a gentle kiss on it.

“Thank you,” he said, quietly. “You don’t know what it means to me when you do things like that. You’re just so…”

“So what?”

He thought for a moment then nodded slightly when he found the right word.

“So acceptin’.”

I considered his choice of word. Was I accepting? I wasn’t so sure. Most people thought I was an argumentative and contrary bitch, but if he wanted to think good things about me that way, I wasn’t going to argue with him.

“You have scars on your knuckles, too,” I said. “They stand out against your tan.”

He spread his fingers out on my arm, gazing at the evidence of past fights as if he’d never noticed them before.

I shifted onto my back, pulling him on top of me again. His fascination with his hands disappeared instantly.

Then he was kissing my neck, nudging my shirt from my shoulder to find the bare skin beneath. I could feel how much he wanted me, but was he ready?

“Are we going to do this?” I said.

He hesitated and then lifted his head slowly to look at me.

“Do what?”

“Well, we’re kind of in a compromising position here, and although I’d be interested in taking it all the way, I don’t want to push you to do something you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I want to,” he said, adamantly. “Fuck, I want to.”

He kissed me harder and I felt his want and need in the way he touched me. I could tell it was almost overwhelming for him.

“You’re trembling.”

Jordan stopped kissing me and flopped onto his back. Not the reaction I’d intended at all.

“It … it’s been a while,” he said, his voice tight with emotion. “I know I’m not gonna … last.”

I leaned up on one elbow and ran my fingers lightly down his chest and stomach, watching his body shiver under my touch, his erection showcased through his jeans.

“Then we’ll just have to go again as soon as you’re ready.”

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse.”

“Let’s find out,” I replied, my hands busy with his zipper.

I heard his breath catch in his throat as I pulled his dick out of his pants. It was large and long and well mannered, standing upright to greet me. It looked as good as I’d imagined and I couldn’t help licking my lips.

His hard stomach contracted and quivered as I stroked him a couple of times; his breath was shallow and his heart was racing.

“Shit,” he whispered, and I wasn’t sure whether or not I was supposed to hear him.

I placed my lips over his tip, reveling in the clean, musky man-smell emanating from him. He had no idea how heavenly he looked, lying there under the dusky sky, waiting for me.

I sucked gently, and his hips thrust roughly into my mouth.

“Sorry,” he gasped. “Sorry!”

I smiled around him and started licking and sucking in earnest.

He was right—he didn’t last long.

Within seconds he was thrusting into my mouth, and I felt his hands tugging on my hair trying to lift me from him.

“I’m gonna come … I’m gonna…”

I appreciated the warning, but I had no intention of letting him go. I wanted this first time to be special for him.

He shuddered into my mouth for what seemed like forever. I thought I was going to run out of swallow before he’d finished, but finally he was done and I could sit up.

His eyes were still closed and his chest was heaving, his hands clutching the blanket on either side of him.

I lay back next to him and his arm curled around me, pulling me into his chest.

“Holy fuck!” he said.

“Well, not quite, but maybe next time. Although as I am a preacher’s daughter, I guess it’s close enough.”

“You’re an angel,” he said, softly. “My guardian angel.”

“If I’m an angel, we’re in more trouble than we thought,” I said, wiping my chin on his bare chest.

He laughed, a deep gravelly sound. I realized I’d never heard him fully laugh before. It was a good, good sound.

“Maybe we’ll both have to be bad together,” he whispered against my hair.

“Works for me,” I said.

He pulled me in tighter, and I felt him place a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

“What’s the matter?” I said, challengingly. “Don’t want to kiss my mouth now that you’ve come in it?”

I could see by the way his body froze that he was surprised. Maybe even shocked.

“Is that what you think? God, no! I could kiss you for hours. I think I’d be happy just doin’ that.”

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.

“Really?”

“Hell, yeah! You’ve got the most gorgeous lips I’ve ever seen. I lov… kissin’ them is incredible.”

“Prove it.”

He moved so quickly, I didn’t know what was happening until he was lying on top of me, his body weighted over mine, his lips brushing against my mouth.

The contrast of his hard body and soft lips was driving me insane.

He kissed my chest, my neck, my cheeks, my eyelids, even the tip of my nose. Then he teased my lips with his tongue until I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. Our tongues tangled together and then he began this amazingly sensuous stroking, full of sensation and passion. I was so turned on, I thought I might come just from him kissing me.
That
had never happened before.

“Beautiful woman, I want to make love to you,” he said, huskily. “God, I want you so bad right now.”

True to his word, I felt his hard cock digging into my hip.

“Wow, that was quick,” I commented, reaching down to stroke him.

“One of the benefits of it being a while,” he answered, in between kisses. “The
only
benefit.”

He pushed my t-shirt up over my breasts and tugged it off, then ran the tip of his tongue along the lace edge of my bra.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

“Only because you’ve got nothing to compare them to,” I laughed.

“Hey, that’s not true! I had game in my day, and I can tell you that your breasts are sen-fuckin’-sational. I think this bra should come off.”

“Can you remember how to do that?” I laughed at him.

He cocked an eyebrow and gave me a slow, devilish smile. “I think it’ll come back to me.”

He slid his arm under my waist and pulled me up sharply, then reached around behind with his free arm and tugged at the elastic.

“Damn,” he said, after fighting with it for a few seconds. “Where’s the freakin’ clasp?”

I couldn’t help laughing. “It’s a sports bra, genius. There is no clasp.”

“Fuck! I really thought I’d lost my touch there for a moment. You’re pure evil, woman.”

I sat up and raised my arms over my head. “Now see if you can take it off.”

With surprisingly gentle fingers, given how obviously aroused he was, he pulled the bra up my body and slid it over my arms and hands.

Then he lowered me back to the blanket and began to worship my breasts. It was the only way to describe how he kissed every inch of skin, pressing his soft lips into my flesh, and teasing my deliciously hard nipples with his tongue.

When he nipped gently with his teeth, a long breathy moan flew out of my mouth.

“You like that, Torrey?”

“God, yes! Keep doing that!”

I reached up to stroke his hair and wound my fingers into the shaggy curls at the nape of his neck.

I swear, the man purred. Just like a big old lion stretched out in the sun.

When I dragged my short fingernails down his back, his neck arched away from me and his eyes were tightly closed.

“God! Every time you touch me I think it cain’t get any better, and then it just does,” he muttered.

I pushed his jeans over the curve of his butt, and used my heels to push the denim down to his knees.

“Take them off,” I insisted. “I want you naked.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he said with a laugh, kicking his legs free.

His beautiful, bare body loomed over me and a shiver of anticipation shot through every nerve. This man was damn fine.

“I think you should be naked, too,” he said, nuzzling my neck with his nose, his hands traveling across my breasts, lightly twisting the nipples.

“Go for it,” I said, encouragingly.

Within a few seconds, he’d wrestled my jean shorts off of my hips, and I saw his jaw drop open.

“No panties!” he hissed. “God, woman! I swear you’re gonna kill me stone dead.”

“Well, if that’s the case, hurry up and fuck me first!”

He groaned loudly and started making a trail of scorching kisses between my breasts and down to my stomach.

“Christ, you smell good,” he said, his head dipping lower. “Can I give you some good ole southern lovin’?”

“Maybe another time,” I said, a little impatiently. “Right now I want to feel that big cock of yours inside me.”

“Fuck!” he whispered.

“That’s the general idea,” I said. “While we’re still young.”

Suddenly, he rolled onto his back, the palms of his hands pressing into his eyes.

“What?”

“I haven’t got any fuckin’ rubbers!” he cried, furiously. “I never thought … I mean, I didn’t…”

“Oh, don’t be such a dumbass,” I said, pushing his shoulder. “Did you really think I’d come out for a ride in a hot guy’s truck without a stash of condoms? You’ve sure lost your game, Big Boy.”

He rolled onto his side. “You think I’m hot?”

“Hell, yes! Now stop teasing me and get sheathed up.”

I dragged my shorts toward me and fumbled around to find the strip of condoms that I’d stashed earlier.

“We’ve got three,” I said, throwing them to him. “Go crazy.”

His eyes glittered with lust and determination. I’d say the man liked a challenge.

He tore the packet with his teeth, a move that looked cheesy on some guys, but totally suited him.

“Don’t lose the spares,” I warned him.

“No freakin’ way,” he said, his voice tight. “I have every intention of fuckin’ you to a standstill, you and that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Many have tried.”

His frantic hands stilled.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Torrey.”

“Stuff like what?”

“About … the number of guys you’ve fucked.”

“Why not? I like guys; I like sex. I’m not ashamed of it. Am I supposed to pretend like I’m a virgin or something? It’s okay for guys to behave like dogs, and you just get a pat on the back. But when a woman does it…”

“That’s not what I meant!” he groaned.