Stirred Up (19 page)

Taking off his helmet he climbed off, holding
her hand as she dismounted. She was searching for something to say,
something to keep him from leaving, when he spoke first.

“I’ll walk you up,” he said, locking both
helmets to the back of the bike before following her up the
stairs.

Her heart was pounding as she stopped at her
doorway, like it wanted out of her silly, out of control body. He
stood only inches away, saying nothing, but she could feel the
tension vibrating off him. He must have sensed the change in her,
because tonight he wasn’t trying to hide what he felt. When she
looked up, his eyes were so fierce with lust, she didn’t hesitate.
Standing on her toes she wrapped her arms around his neck and
kissed him.

With a groan he slanted his mouth over hers
and took charge of the kiss, his tongue opening her up, tasting her
like she was the last drink of water left on earth.

She let her hands roam over his body, each
hard muscle fueling her lust. She could feel the tension coiling in
him, and despite all the reservations of the past months, she
wanted to be the one to release him.

Pulling away, she found her key and slid it
into the lock. He followed her inside and then she was backed up
against the door and his body pressed against her, his erection
hard against her belly. With one hand braced against the door next
to her head, the other hand on her hip, he pressed hot, open kisses
down her throat to her collarbone. He was growing impatient now,
restless. She egged him on, pushing her hips into his, months of
wanting him making her greedy for more.

He pulled back and stared down at her, his
breathing heavy and ragged.

“Cheryl,” he said, his voice raw with
need.

But there was a question in it as well. She
pressed her hand against the rigid length of him in answer.

Without a word he grabbed her hand and strode
into the bedroom. Breathless, Cheryl let him lead her there,
falling back onto the bed and taking him with her. His movements
were rougher now, his eyes intent as he pulled her top over her
head. Then his mouth was on her breast and a mewl of pleasure and
need escaped her throat. Her hips rose off the bed to meet his,
demanding more. She was going to die if she didn’t get him inside
her now, this second.

Sitting back he pulled her skirt over her
hips, a dark flush staining his cheekbones as she was revealed to
him. His knuckles skimmed along her skin as he slid them down her
legs, lighting every nerve on fire.

But she wasn’t going to let him be the one in
control. She needed to touch him, now, everywhere. She pushed on
his chest until he got the hint and rolled off her onto his
back.

“You’re not getting off easy tonight,” she
said, flashing him a saucy smile as she straddled him. “I need to
have my way with you first.”

“You call the last few months easy?” he
asked, giving her a light spank, then pulling her down for a slow,
devastating kiss.

The pace was different now. They had all
night and neither one of them was going anywhere. So she dallied
with his tongue, then slid lower and kissed his jaw, rough with a
day’s stubble, then his throat. He was salty from dancing, but
under it was the clean scent of soap and shaving cream.

Sitting back up she looked down at him. “God,
you’re gorgeous. You have no idea how hard it’s been pretending
you’re not hot,” she said, sliding her hands down his arms, then
over his chest and under the hem of his shirt to his stomach.

He sucked in a breath.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,
actually.”

“Take this off,” she ordered, tugging at his
tee shirt.

Dutifully he pulled it off and tossed it
aside, then fell back onto the bed, his hands on her hips.

“You are never leaving this bed,” she
declared, dead serious.

But she was done talking. She needed to touch
and taste. Leaning down she flicked a tongue over a nipple, making
him moan and grind against her. She kissed and touched her way down
to the ridged muscles of his abdomen, then dragged his jeans and
underwear off.

He was huge and hard. Wrapping her hand
around him, she leaned down for a taste, licking the shaft to the
tip, then taking him slowly into her mouth until he was as far as
she could go. His hands were gripping the blanket and his eyes were
closed, his breathing ragged as she moved up and down, riding the
thrusts she sensed him trying to control.

Then she was on her back, Jason above her,
his eyes wild. Taking a wrist in each hand, he pinned her arms
above her head and ravaged her mouth before moving to her breast.
His finger slid into her wet heat and her whole body arched off the
bed.

Slowly he stroked her, over and over, until
she was straining at his shackles. But he wasn’t done yet.
Releasing her wrists he slid down the bed and settled between her
legs, the scruff of his jaw a delicious friction against the skin
of her inner thighs. Shooting her a lascivious grin he opened her
up and licked.

Only his hands on her hips kept her from
flying off the bed. She writhed beneath him, her fingers buried in
his hair as he worked her over, driving the pleasure higher and
tighter, near to pain, before sliding his tongue deep inside
her.

“Now. Right now. Please,” she begged, out of
her mind with need.

He rose from between her legs and grabbed his
jeans off the floor, pulling his wallet out of them. A moment later
she heard the crinkle of a condom packet. Then he was on top of
her, sliding the condom on. He kissed her long and deep as he
settled over her, entering her with a slow, sure stroke.

Her knees came up as she took him in as far
as he could go, the feel of him better than anything she’d known in
her entire life.

“Is that good, baby?” he asked, looking down
at her, his eyes burning as he drove into her.

“Yes, God, yes,” she breathed.

He groaned low in his throat and his mouth
covered hers again, swallowing her sounds. With every stroke he
took her closer, the pleasure so intense her breath came in great
gasps. Her legs lifted straight into the air and she took him still
deeper.

“That’s it. Come for me,” he crooned,
demanded, as his thumb slid over her clit.

“Yes, don’t stop,” she cried, her hands
gripping his hips as his thumb moved in time with his thrusts.

She was gasping, rigid with the need for
release, her body trembling on the brink. She broke over the peak
with such intensity her vision grayed. Jason drove into her several
more times, his low moan bringing a smile to her lips as he
shuddered and collapsed on top of her.

Then it was just the two of them trying to
regain their breath. None of her muscles worked, but she managed a
weak pat on his arm.

She felt him shaking and realized it was
laughter when he rose up on his elbows and looked down at her with
an amused smile.

“You’re patting me.”

“Well, you did a good job,” she said.

“You’re lucky I didn’t shag you up against
the door.”

“I would have enjoyed that as well.”

“Would you, now?” he said, his eyes
darkening. “I’ll remember that.”

Carefully rolling off her, he pulled off the
condom and tied it in a knot. Then he got up and headed for what
she assumed was the bathroom. She lay where she was and admired him
as he got back into bed. There was no telling how long they’d keep
this up, and she wasn’t going to waste a second that could be spent
admiring him.

“Will you stay the night?” she asked, curling
into him like she’d been doing it for ages.

“Hell, yeah,” he said, rolling on top of her
again. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

***

He woke up with a hard-on. Which wasn’t
surprising, since Cheryl’s perfect ass was pressed against his
cock. Even after making love three times during the night, he still
wanted more.

His arm was curled around her, her warm,
naked body curving against him. He’d have given his left ball to
stay in bed all day with her, but it was also Monday morning, and
according to the clock on Cheryl’s nightstand, it was already
five-thirty. High school waited for no one.

Still, he didn’t move right away. Part of him
was afraid to leave the bed, not knowing if he’d ever be back in
it. Why was yesterday different from every other day? Was he a
celebratory screw, or did she feel something for him? She hadn’t
given anything away last night, and he hadn’t wanted to ask. Then
another thought entered his head, one even worse than never being
in her bed again.

What if she woke up regretting they’d slept
together? She hadn’t seemed drunk, just wild and happy and maybe
slightly tipsy. But what if he’d miscalculated?

He must have moved, or maybe somehow, even in
sleep, she sensed his agitation. She squirmed a bit, backing even
further into him, and then went still. A few silent seconds passed
and then she stretched and rolled towards him.

“Good morning,” she smiled, rising up on an
elbow and letting her gaze travel from his face over his chest to
where the blankets pooled at his hips.

The fear drained away with her smile, and he
let his own gaze take a similar path over her. “You keep looking at
me that way, I’m going to be late for school. Don’t forget we’re
both naked.”

“Is that a threat or a dare?” she asked, one
eyebrow shooting up, hair swinging over her shoulder.

That was it. Leaning forward he took her
mouth and pressed her back into the bed. She was new and yet
familiar, the feel and taste of her like something he’d known only
in dreams.

Her arms came around him, her nipples
pebbling against his chest. Releasing her mouth he bent his head
and took a taut peak into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue,
skimming it with his teeth until she was arching against him. God,
he loved the noises she made, the way she lifted her hips to him,
wanting more.

He watched her face, wanting to know what
pleased her, as his hand skated over her flat belly to her thatch
of dark auburn curls. At first her gaze followed his hand, but soon
her eyes closed and she gripped his arm, a low moan tearing from
her throat.

When he dipped his finger into her she was
slick with desire, and for a few seconds he felt lightheaded at the
knowledge that her desire matched his. Tamping down his own lust he
stroked her, slow and then a little faster as her need grew. Soon
her head was thrashing on the pillow and she was calling for him,
and he was more than ready to give her what she wanted.

Grabbing another condom from her nightstand
he sheathed himself and turned back to her. She was looking at him
through heavy, dazed eyes, and as ready as he was, for a few
heartbeats he merely looked at her, his breath stuck in his
throat.

Then she said his name and he covered her
body with his own and buried himself inside her. In long, deep
strokes he took her, loving the way she wrapped her legs around
him, the way she took his full length and moaned with pleasure.

Then he rolled over, taking her with him, and
she was on top, her eyes wide with surprise before she laughed.

“That’s some move you got there,” she said,
but she was already riding him, rising up and then lowering herself
slowly. Either getting the feel of their new position or trying to
torture him.

He gripped her hips and thrust with her
rhythm, unable to take his eyes off her. Her movements grew faster,
more erratic, and he nearly exploded when she touched herself. She
was in full-throated glory now, getting closer to release. Resting
her free hand on his chest she held his gaze while she peaked, her
thighs widening as she took him yet deeper, rocking into him as she
rode out the throes. He thrust once, then again, and fell over his
own cliff.

When he opened his eyes she was draped over
his madly beating heart, still holding him inside her. He smoothed
her hair back from her forehead, loving the way it spread out over
his chest, a sea of red.

“I think we made you late,” she murmured,
planting a kiss at the base of his neck.

“I can’t be late if I’ve died and gone to
heaven.”

He could tell she was laughing because it
vibrated through her to him.

She sat up, an amused smirk on her face.
“Such a romantic, Mr. Shaw.”

“Are you mocking me?” he said, rolling them
to their sides so he could pull out. Then he got a look at the
clock. “Holy shit. I really am going to be late.”

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he
looked over at her. She was sitting up, her hair falling over those
perfect, rose-tipped breasts of hers, as if an artist had posed her
just so. The sight of her left him stunned, wanting more. Not just
right now, but tomorrow and the next day and as long as she’d have
him.

Reluctant as he was to do anything that might
jeopardize what was happening between them, he needed to know
whether there’d even be a tomorrow for them as lovers.

“So what happens now?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“What is this? Are we doing this again, or
was it a one-time only deal?”

“I certainly hope we can do it again.” She
looked down at the bedspread and plucked at a loose string. “I’m
not looking for anything serious, but this chemistry thing wasn’t
going away. If anything it’s getting worse, and I guess I thought
instead of fighting it, we could give in and let it run its
course.”

Run its course? What did that mean?

“A friends with benefits kind of deal would
be pretty fun, don’t you think?” she added.

So that’s what she was thinking.

What she said made sense, if you weren’t
crazy about someone and desperate to have them all to yourself.
Then again, maybe this was the first step to something more. Maybe
whatever they had would run its course, maybe it wouldn’t. At least
this would give them the chance to find out.