Bourbon & Branch Water (2 page)

The memories flooded back as she
sat on the lid of the commode. He’d taken her out on the hotel terrace during
the reception and they’d stargazed for a while. He held her hand and rubbed her
back, their wine and the rest of the world left behind in the adjacent ballroom.

Stormy didn’t remember much about
the drive from the hotel to his condo, except for how they’d groped each other
as he drove. They’d barely made it through his front door before she
practically yanked the clothes off him while he kissed her soundly. Clothes
were flung all over the apartment as he guided her into the bedroom, his lips
barely leaving hers. Falling on the bed together in a heap, Stormy had reached
for his cock, shameless, as though she’d done it a hundred times.

She couldn’t imagine what had
gotten into her. She never had casual sex! Never! She’d had two boyfriends in
her entire life and here she was, throwing herself at a man she’d just met. You’d
think that by twenty-eight she’d have had more common sense. But common sense
couldn’t compete with a perfect body and a smile that made her feel like she
was special…one who probably did this all the time.

His cock had been so hard in her
hand, so heavy against her palm, and his lips had been so warm and sensual on
her face, her ears, and her throat. Oh God, he suckled on her nipple and she
arched against him because she couldn’t help it. Stormy wanted to be closer to
him, to touch his body everywhere, to crawl into his skin and make herself a
part of him.

More than that, she wanted him
buried in her up to the hilt, moving against her, pressing her open and
encouraging her to take him deep. She was wet, so wet that his cock slid around
between her legs easily. He teased her with it, moving up her slit and over her
ragingly excited clit again and again.

Stormy pleaded with him. She made demands.
She was shameless and crude with her exhortations. God, did she really say “Fuck
me, Jeff, or I’ll throw you on the floor and rape you!”

As she sat there in the bathroom the
following morning, her face flamed. Words like that had never come out of her
mouth before. She was known as a kind of goody-two-shoes among her family and
friends. She didn’t use cuss words. But she’d been so excited and he’d been
such a tease.

Her body had been a raging inferno
of lust as Jeff kissed and suckled all the way down her body until his face was
between her legs. Stormy growled and grabbed at his hair. He gave a big, long
lick all the way to her clit. Her clit had been so sensitive, so needy. His
tongue delved deeper between her legs and returned to that throbbing nub. Jeff
suckled there and
Stormy’s
hips rose off the bed as
she tried to push his head down between her legs harder. His tongue flicked
more forcefully and
Stormy’s
whole body vibrated with
the most incredible orgasm she’d ever had.

“Now,” he said. “Now, I’ll fuck
you.”

Moaning, Stormy welcomed him back
in her arms, and took a perverse satisfaction in their kisses and the taste of
her on his tongue. It was unlike anything she’d tasted before, that Jeff-plus-Stormy
flavor.

As they kissed he prodded her with
his cock, putting it in an inch and then pulling it out again. She moaned and
wordlessly begged.

Jeff didn’t make her wait for long,
and when he slid in, Stormy wriggled against him encouraging him to move in
her. He did, thrusting with ever-increasing speed, pressing himself into a
push-up position with strong arms holding him up on each side of her shoulders.
Stormy caressed his biceps, murmured encouragement as he plunged in and pulled
out, in and out.

It didn’t take but a few minutes
before Stormy, still reeling from her first orgasm, rose to crescendo heights
again finally crying out with the impact of her second frantic climax. Jeff
came with her, his sound of pleasure perhaps the sexiest thing Stormy had ever
heard before.

Gently, he lowered himself down on
her and rolled her to her side to cuddle up next to him. It was at that point
that she realized he’d slid a condom on somewhere during their lovemaking.
Gratitude and not a small amount of embarrassment washed over her. She should
have been the one to demand protection and yet she’d totally neglected that
precaution.
Respect for Jeff made her like him even more.
Though, she wondered about having that condom so handy. What did that say about
Jeff?

They’d done it twice more in the
night and again the next morning. She recalled how he’d made her come by
spanking her ass while he had mounted her from behind. She’d been so excited at
the time that she’d actually
liked
it. How weird and perverse was that? That’s how she’d gotten that pink
tush
. What had she done?

Still a little bemused from her
restless sleep, the whole wonderful experience had seemed like a dream the next
morning. But it wasn’t a dream. She’d gone to bed with a man who was virtually
a stranger and had let him, no,
encouraged
him to spank her. Maybe she was becoming some sort of masochistic
tart
as she got older. Maybe by the age of thirty she’d be
cruising singles bars and smoking extra-long cigarettes. At the moment,
however, she was hiding in Jeff Hand’s bathroom. She was embarrassed to the
depths of her being. He must think she was a slut, an easy lay just like all
the other women he’d brought to his place!

 
What was she going to do?

The
door knob
,
one of those fancy ones that was a lever rather than a round knob began to
move. “Stormy? Are you okay? Look, babe, it was only a dream this morning. Come
out and let me make it better.”

Oh, God. He wanted to make it
better. She couldn’t sit here wrapped in a sheet like this forever, not that it
wasn’t a nice sheet, really nice. The softest sheet she’d ever been wearing in
a stranger’s bathroom before. Maybe it was one of those
eleventy
-gazillion
thread sheets she could only drool over in catalogs. Being a law clerk wasn’t
exactly lucrative. What did Jeff Hand do that he had money to spend on luxury
sheets? Maybe he was a millionaire who had strange women in his bed every day.

Oh no. Maybe he’d given her a
disease!

No. Millionaires didn’t have
venereal diseases…did they? What had she done! She had to get out of there.
Perhaps if she sat there for a while ignoring him he’d lose interest and go
away. She could slink out of the bathroom, dress and make a beeline for the
door. Her car was back at the reception hotel so she’d have to get a cab.

Disgusted with herself and her
situation, Stormy wracked her brain for a better solution but came up dry. He
had to be anxious for her to leave. Isn’t that how guys who had one night
stands behaved? Wham, bam, thank you ma’am. And she had encouraged it, had
participated, her whole body flushed with embarrassment. She’d never be able to
face him after behaving so loosely.

“I’m okay, Jeff. I’ll be out in a
minute.”

“Okay, hon. I’ll be waiting. We can
try to do an instant replay of last night. I have all morning for you.”

“
Er
…thanks.”

He didn’t respond, so he’d probably
walked away from the door.

Stormy spared one more
glance
at her pink rear end and screwed up her courage, tightening
the sheet around her. The door opened smoothly as she pressed the lever down.

The room beyond the bathroom was
spacious and designer-gorgeous. Her head throbbed as she mentally acknowledged
that she’d been so full of misplaced lust the night before that she hadn’t
noticed the décor. The walls were papered in a textural woven grassy stuff,
softly celery colored. There was celery-color crown molding and fancy
baseboards. Bright sunshine tickled the slightly open, fabric panes of the
vertical blinds on the broad bedroom window. The furniture was blond wood in
curves and planes. Jeff was waiting in the bed, striped pajama bottoms on and a
smile on his face. She tried to look everywhere but at him.

“There she is, the gorgeous woman
who cuddles so well.”

Stormy’s
face flamed. Cuddling was way too intimate. “I…uh…I’m not like that.”

He looked a little puzzled, his
dark brown brows drifting down as his smile faltered. “You’re not like what?”

“Like this.” She flapped the sheet
a little, taking care to be as modest as possible. “I mean
,
I don’t go to…to bed with strangers like this. I don’t know what got into me.”

He grinned. “I’d say
I
got into you. If you know what I mean.”

Could your toes blush? She had to
get out of there. He looked so hot in bed like that, his chest broad and
tanned, a little curly brown hair scattered around and
arrowing
down into his pajama bottoms. Unwelcome stirrings of interest started up in
Stormy’s
middle again. She tamped it down mentally. Lust
was her enemy. She would not fall prey to it again.

But, damn, he was hot.

Maybe she could kind of do it one
more time. She’d already succumbed. Was there any real harm in one
more steamy
encounter in that great big bed?

As if reading her mind, Jeff patted
the place beside him on the bed. “Come over here, babe. You look cold. I’ll
warm you up.” He smiled and
Stormy’s
insides flipped
over. “I promise.”

“Well…” one more for the road then she’d
grab a cab on the strip and get the hell out of there. It would be a secret
memory to think about later. Having a fling was
okay,
her friends did it all the time. Certainly her best friend Tanya would never
pass up this opportunity. Stormy tried to console herself with that notion.

He patted the bed again, “you’re
being awfully shy,
hon
, and
I’m beginning to feel rejected.”

“I’m sorry; I don’t mean it that
way.” She took two steps toward the bed before pausing again. “I can’t stay
here all day with you. I mean
,
I have weekend things I
need to do…laundry…grocery shopping. Stuff…” Her voice became a whisper as he
reached for the drawstring on his pajamas.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jeff slid
his hand over the growing bulge in his pants. “You look so sexy there.”

Two more steps
toward the bed.
She was halfway there. “Thank you, you’re sexy, too.”

He touched himself again. “Show me.”

Stormy slowly approached the bed,
climbing onto it awkwardly, holding her sheet tight around her.

Jeff touched the hands she’d fisted
in the sheet above her breasts. “You’re really tempting in that sheet, but don’t
you think it’ll get in the way?”

Stormy’s
gaze was drawn toward the tented spot in his pants and moisture built up
between her legs. He was so sexy. If only she’d known him a little longer. She
recalled that they had things in common and he made her laugh last night. That
was one of the most appealing things about him, his sense of humor. He had
boyish charm and a bright mind. Of course right now she was interested in other
things about Jeff Hand.

He must have seen her staring at
his crotch. He lowered the front of his pajamas and his cock sprang free, hard
and gorgeous.
Stormy’s
clit began to pulse and her
mouth got moist as if she was hungry and saw a hot, juicy steak.

Slowly, she allowed the sheet to
loosen and it dropped to the side. Her gaze went back to his hazel eyes and she
licked her lips. That small gesture must have turned him on because out of the
corner of her eye, she saw his cock twitch, and he began to smile that
seductive smile she remembered from the night before.

He reached out and cupped her face
in his big hand, stroking her cheek tenderly. “Stormy…”

Naked as the day she was born, she
crawled over to him and laid her hand on his chest. His
pecs
were so hard. Stormy glided her hand down his body, over his tight, defined abs
hesitantly. Was this the right thing to do?
Probably not.
Was she going to do it anyway?

Well, in for a penny, in for a
pound.

Damn, he was sexy. Her mouth was
watering and her pussy was seeping, and resistance was futile. She leaned over
him and pressed a kiss on one of his hard nipples as her own stiffened in
response. Jeff smelled like a forest, all earthy and green. He touched her ear,
moved his fingers through her hair, encouraging her without being pushy.

Stormy didn’t need much
encouragement. She kissed his hard body, tonguing his skin as she worked her
way down to his rock hard prick. Jeff tasted like warm, sweet, cream. She
pressed her face in the juncture of his thigh and his loins, breathing in the
man-smell of him. His rod was smooth against her cheek as she raised her head
and looked up at his face.

Jeff was leaning back, his head
resting on the headboard, his eyes closed, savoring the moment. His hand was
still in her hair, massaging the back of her neck.

As she paused, his eyes opened and
he gave her a gentle smile. “I washed up,” he told her. “I won’t taste like
condoms.”

Stormy groaned and gave up her
hesitation. He was irresistible, and she didn’t want to try to resist anymore.
She licked the head of his cock, and he was right, he didn’t taste like
condoms. He tasted like…well, like Jeff. Nothing else could compare.

Traveling her tongue down his
length and back up again, she heard him sigh with pleasure. “That feels so
good, babe.”

Encouraged, she licked him up and
down and finally took him into her mouth sucking gently. His length slid over
her tongue and into her throat a bit and she took a big breath through her nose
before she started fellating him in earnest. After a few minutes of tonguing
and sucking, Stormy was really getting into it, and he moaned, tugging on her
hair. “Come up here, Stormy. I want to fuck you.”