Lifers (33 page)

He watched me, and I was happy to see amusement twitching at the corners of his mouth.

“You could do that strippin’ professionally, sweetheart.”

“Screw you,” I sniffed.

“Works for me,” he smiled.

I unhooked my bra and slid it through the sleeves of my t-shirt.

“I’m not gettin’ the full show?” he queried.

“Nope. You’re sitting in the cheap seats—this is the discount version.”

I climbed over him, planting a kiss on his surprised lips as I passed, then scooted down under the sheet. He pulled me into his chest and I lay my head against his heart, listening to the slow, steady beat.

His muscles flexed as he bent to kiss my hair.

“Sleep now, sweetheart,” he said.

It was still dark when I woke. I stretched sleepily but jumped when I felt a warm hand on my stomach.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just remindin’ you I’m here. I thought I was gonna get punched in the head for a moment there.”

“Oh, God! I forgot where I was!”

I was still groggy, my throat husky from sleep.

“Good surprise?” he said, and I could hear the anxiety in his voice.

“Definitely.”

“I’m happy about that,” he breathed out, running his hand upward so it brushed the underside of my breasts.

I arched my back and hummed with pleasure.

“Do I finally get my booty call?” I asked.

“You can have anythin’ you want, sweetheart.”

He lifted my body from the bed with one hand and drew my t-shirt off with the other. Then he laid me down carefully, reverently, and hovered over me, his hot mouth wrapping around my nipple, sucking firmly, his other hand molding my breast and teasing the bud until both were standing upright.

“There’s a lot to be said,” he murmured, “for takin’ our time.”

I laughed softly. “We do seem to have been in one helluva hurry before.”

“Fast, slow, hard, soft—I want it all with you, Torrey. I cain’t imagine not wantin’ you. Ever.”

I ran my hands down his back, letting my nails drift along his spine. He shivered and moaned, the sound vibrating through my flesh.

His body was all hard ridges and edges, his fine cheekbones, his sharp jaw, his ass firm, with two wonderful dips where his thigh muscles met hipbone. His biceps were rigid as he held himself above me, and his strong forearms were flexed on either side, capturing my body.

My fingers rediscovered the narrow strip of raised scar tissue at the base of his ribs, and my legs hooked over his calves, my feet massaging the lean muscles.

I heard the breath catch in his throat when I wrapped one hand around his erection, stroking the hard silkiness.

“God, how that feels!” he gasped. “You don’t know.”

But I did know, because I felt it, too, inside my heart.

“Let me up,” I said, sudden lust and need stretching my voice thin and tight. “I have to get a condom for us.”

Swooping down to kiss me quickly first, he rolled onto his back and flung his arms above his head, his breathing faster now.

The downside of deciding that his room was too tidy was that I couldn’t find my jeans in the gray gloom of early dawn.

“Goddamn it! Where did I throw my pants?”

“There’s something so hot about you sayin’ that, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

“Not funny! I’ve already lost my favorite sports bra because of you.”

“Waal,” he drawled, “seein’ as I cain’t afford to buy you a new one, I’ll just have to run behind you holdin’ onto your beautiful titties.”

“Yeah, that’d work,” I snorted, “for about two minutes before we both get arrested for violating decency laws.”

“Aw, you found the flaw in my grand plan,” he said, feigning sadness.

“What can I say, I’m a lateral thinker. Goddamn it! Where are my pants?”

I was blinded when he switched on the bedside lamp.

“Better, sweetheart?”

“No, it’s not better!” I said, grumpily. “I can’t see a thing.”

He laughed. “I can, and you sure look fine bendin’ over like that. Gets a man thinkin’ all sorts of things.”

I threw a sock at him, but that only made him laugh harder. I
really
liked that sound.

He twisted over offering a view of his bitable backside, then scooped up my pants and threw them to me. “Touchdown!”

“Uh-uh!” I shook my head. “Pass interference!”

“How’d you figure that, sweetheart? Hope you’re not a sore loser.”

“Jordan, if you want to get laid, you’ll stop talking now.”

He didn’t reply, so I looked up. He mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key.

“Oh, very good. See how long you can keep quiet for!”

He nodded and smiled.

I gripped his dick and pulled it toward me. He winced and squinted at me but didn’t speak.

“Oops! I think that was a bit harder than I meant.”

He nodded in agreement, his eyes opening wide.

“Don’t you like it rough, cowboy?”

His mouth popped open but then he shrugged his shoulders, and a slow smile clung at the corners of his full lips.

“Don’t move your hands. Leave them there, above your head.”

He watched me, one corner of his mouth lifting in acknowledgement.

I slapped my hands onto his chest, and ran my nails over his pecs and down across his abs then tugged on the tufts of wiry light brown hair that covered his groin.

“So, never had a girl in your bedroom?”

He shook his head.

“In your car?”

He nodded.

“In the truck?”

He nodded.

“Because you know what, Jordan? It would be pretty gross if you and Mikey were tag-teaming some chick. I mean, I hope you at least wiped the seats down afterwards.”

He grinned and shook his head. I made a mental note to ask him another time what he meant by that.

“Hmm … at school?”

He smiled and nodded again.

“On your school’s football field?”

More nods, more smiles.

“After prom?”

His smile fell away and he shook his head.

“Shit, sorry! I know you didn’t get to go. Sorry, I got caught up in the game.”

He shrugged and looked away.

Gently, I pulled his lips back to mine and kissed him slowly, showing him my apology was real.

“Now, where were we?” I said, flinging one leg across his hips and settling back on his thighs.

“This game is called ‘favorite positions’. You want to play?”

His eyes glowed, and he nodded his head jerkily several times.

“Good. Have you ever … been on top?”

He raised one eyebrow and nodded.

“Don’t worry—I’m just getting warmed up. Have you ever … had the woman on top?”

Eye roll. Head nod.

“Have you ever done it doggy style from behind, other than with me?”

He nodded rapidly.

“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. You like that one?”

Vigorous head nod.

“Have you ever had someone go down on you?”

A sly smile crossed his face and he blew me a kiss, nodding slowly.

“Have you ever gone down on someone?”

The smile dropped a little but he nodded again.

I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been holding out on me, cowboy. You definitely owe me that one!”

He winked and threw me a scorching smile.

“What about getting it mutual?”

He looked puzzled.

“I’m talking doing a sixty-niner.”

He shook his head.

“Hmm, no, well that’s okay. I’m not thrilled by the idea. I mean, unless you’re the kind of person who likes having someone’s ass stuck in your face.”

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

“I’m not saying I’m averse to a little butt play…”

His eyes got really wide, and he licked his lips.

“Don’t go breaking a sweat. I don’t take it up the ass. I’m just saying, I like having my ass worked a little. You up for that?”

He smiled and nodded.

“Good. You want some of that back?”

He shook his head slowly.

“Never tried it, huh?”

He shook his head again.

“Okay, well we might need to experiment with that a bit. I’ll put it on the list.”

He smiled, raised an eyebrow then motioned writing something down.

“Oh yeah, I have a list. I might even show it to you some day.”

He smiled.

“Okay, so where were we … um … what about in a hot tub?”

He nodded and held up one finger.

“Oh, just the once? Or just one girl?”

He shrugged and nodded.

“You want to do that again?”

More nodding—very fast nodding.

“In a swimming pool?”

A huge smile crossed his face.

“Oh, bringing back some good memories, huh?”

He grinned at me.

“Well, we can relive that some time. Um … sex in a public place. Not counting a swimming pool or hot tub at someone’s home, like totally public—a park or something?”

He smiled. He nodded.

“Wow, Jordan! You really got around for a 16-year-old! When did you start?”

He held up both hands then four fingers on his left hand.

“Fourteen?”

He nodded then pointed at me.

“Oh, I was a good girl. I was nearly 18 before I gave it up.”

He looked surprised.

“What can I say? I thought I was in love, that I was saving myself for the right guy and that it would last forever. How wrong can you be? Well, you already know how that story ended.”

His sad expression came back and he reached up a hand, resting it against my cheek.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been making up for it since.”

He grinned and gave me a thumbs up.

“So, um, you like getting your balls sucked?”

He held out his hand horizontally and gave me a so-so gesture.

“But you like getting your dick sucked, obviously.”

This time I got two thumbs up.

“Have you ever been handcuffed?”

A dark look passed across his face.

Oh shit.

“I meant … you know … for sex? Sorry, dumb question. I’m guessing you wouldn’t like that.”

He shook his head, his eyes dark with ugly secrets.

“So, um, you wouldn’t want to tie me up?”

He looked like he was in pain, and he shook his head again.

“That’s okay. I get it. I was just … you know … checking.”

He cocked his head to one side, asking me the same question.

“It can be a turn on, but I haven’t done it much. I’d have to really trust the guy. But that’s okay, there’s loads of other stuff we can do. Oh, I know, what about toys?”

He shook his head.

“Never tried a vibrator? They’ve got some really cool ones now. There’s this one called a rabbit and…”

He shook his head and patted his chest. I was puzzled for a moment, then he pointed at his dick, which was still erect and twitched as I glanced down.

“Oh, right! You think a woman doesn’t need a vibrator if she’s got you!”

He nodded again, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Hmm, good point. But maybe I’ll show you sometime and you might change your mind.”

He pointed at me and raised his eyebrows.

“Oh sure! If I haven’t been able to get a hook up, having a vibrator saves my hand getting a cramp.”

He scowled and crossed his hands across his chest.

“Oh, relax! I haven’t had any hook ups since I met you.”

He smiled, looking relieved.

“What about you? Met any women who liked what they saw?”

He winked at me, and I felt ready to cut a bitch!

“Who? When? Who was it?”

He grinned and mimed drinking coffee. Relief washed through me.

“You mean Bev?”

He nodded.

“Oh, that’s okay then.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to share you! She knows you’re off limits. But that poses another question. Ever had a threesome?”

He nodded.

“Two guys, one girl?”

He shook his head, curling his lip slightly.

“Oh, right. Two girls pleasuring you?”

He smiled.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask this next question but I plowed on.

“You want to try that again sometime?”

“No,” he said, breaking his long silence. “I only want you.”

He pulled me onto his chest and kissed me deeply, and I savored the way he tasted, completely natural, sweet and delicious.

Then he took the condom from the bedside table and handed it back to me.

“I want to make love to you, Torrey. So badly, sweetheart.”

I shuffled back off his thighs and rolled the condom down his length. His hard stomach contracted as he held his breath.

When it was on securely, he tugged it experimentally.

“You’re a safety boy!”

He glanced up at me. “I’m a what?”

“You like to be safe—no fuck ups, so to speak.”

He grinned up at me.

“Waal, you know what they said in health ed, ‘No glove, no love’.”

“Is that what they told you guys?”

“Yeah, but I always preferred the version Mikey came up with.”

“Which was?”

“Wrap it in foil, before you check her oil.”

“Oh my God! That got him laid?”

“Waal, I don’t know if he actually said that to the girl…”

I huffed at that. “What other sayings did he have?”