FallingforSharde_MLU (9 page)

Sharde hung her outside and suit jackets on a clothes tree and donned one of two aprons hanging there. She moved behind the table and reached for the ladle. “You look like you could use a break, Dianne. Why don’t you go home early? I’ll finish serving, give out condoms if anyone comes asking, and lock up before I go.”

Dianne sighed, surrendering the ladle. “I wish I could, but state funding has been cut again and I have to go crunch numbers and see where and how we can go on.”

Sharde had been volunteering at the All Faiths House for the last five years. Although most company employees only volunteered during the month of January, both Sharde and Jefferson volunteered monthly. She came every first Friday of the month and she knew that Jefferson, whose hobby was carpentry, often came to make repairs to the building since the place always seemed a breath away from falling down.

“Go home, Dianne. I’ll crunch the numbers for you and leave you a note on your desk.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. It will take hours.”

She shrugged, lading several ladles full of fragrant beef stew into the bowl of the man standing in front of her. “It’s not like I have anything pressing to do.”

Dianne hesitated. “Are you sure? I am tired, but I hate to impose on you.”

Keeping busy would help take her mind off what might be happening with Jeff and Vanessa. She nodded. “No imposition at all. I can sleep late tomorrow, but you’ll be back here doing breakfast. Just this once, take yourself home to Arthur early.” She grinned. “There’s no use in both of us going dateless on a Friday night.”

“Okay. You twisted my arm.” She gave Sharde’s free hand a squeeze and hurried along the back of the room to the door leading into the office.

Two hours later, the last of the diners left the large dining room. Sharde sighed and put the ladle down. Taking off her apron, she started across the room to lock the door.

She was halfway there when the door swung open. She bit back a tired sigh. If it was more than one person there was not going to be enough stew. “You’re a little late, but come on.”

Jefferson entered.

A wave of relief washed over her. He wasn’t somewhere lying in bed with Vanessa allowing her to reel him back in. She frowned. The faithless hussy could be waiting in his car for all she knew.

He looked around the large room, then turned and locked the door. “Where’s Dianne?”

“I sent her home. What are you doing here?”

He lifted a large metal tool case. “I promised her I’d fix the doors to the women’s bathroom.”

Although there were no beds, the homeless were welcome to shower and hand wash their personal items every morning except Sunday when the shelter part of the store front church didn’t open until two p.m. for an early dinner. “Oh.”

She bit back the urge to ask him about Vanessa. She’d probably given up that right when she refused to sleep with him again. Besides, Vanessa wasn’t the kind to sit quietly in the car. “Well... you know the way.”

He nodded and made his way across the back of the dining room. She went around the dining room gathering the plates and utensils. Many of the plates were chipped, but Dianne insisted the shelter use china and silver instead of paper plates and plastic utensils.

She pushed the dish cart down the hall to the kitchen. She loaded the dishes into the dishwashers and left the kitchen. Walking down the hall to the office, she could hear Jefferson’s electric screwdriver buzzing.

She went into the office and sat behind Dianne’s battered desk. She looked at all the receipts and folders, sighed, and turned on the calculator. As she worked, the sounds of Jeff’s tools provided surprisingly pleasant background ambiance.

An hour and a half later, she finished and sat back, rotating her shoulders. The shelter really needed a steady source of income instead of depending on monthly allotments from the state that were frequently cut.

She took out her checkbook, wrote out a check to the shelter to cover the shortfall, and rose. Making her way through the quiet building, she abruptly realized she hadn’t heard Jeff’s tools for some time.

A dim, forty-watt bulb provided the only illumination of the long corridor she had to traverse to reach the exit. Anxious to get out of the empty building and get home to a tossed salad and bed, she quickened her pace.

As she passed the women’s shower room, the door swung silently open. Frightened, she stumbled backwards until she saw Jeff. Her shoulders sagged and she gave him an angry look. “You scared me witless!”

“Did I? Let me make it up to you.”

“What?”

Closing his hands on her arms, he pulled her against him. His mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing any protest she might have made.

With thoughts of Vanessa waiting in the wings to win him back, she abandoned any thoughts of playing hard to get. She shuddered and melted against him. It had only been three weeks since they’d spent three and a half days in each other’s arms, but it seemed as if it had been an eternity.

She clung to him, immersing herself in the pleasure of his mouth moving so hungrily over hers as he crushed her in his arms. She loved everything about him, from the taste of his mouth, the feel of his aroused body against hers, the sound of his voice, husky with desire, to the absolute joy of knowing she could arouse deep-rooted passion in him.

Still devouring her lips, he turned her, easing her back until she came to a stop against the wall beside the door.

The fanny pack around her waist bit into her stomach, impeding the level of intimacy they could obtain. He reached around her back and unbuckled it. He pulled it from between their bodies, dropped it to the floor near their feet, and pressed his body tight against hers.

She knew she should stop him. After all, she’d just told him that afternoon that she didn’t want meaningless sex. But she ached for him and couldn’t deny either of them. Besides, if she didn’t give him what he so clearly needed, he might go to Vanessa. And damn if she’d allow Vanessa to get her hooks into him again. Even if things didn’t work out between her and Jefferson, he deserved better than Vanessa.

She raised her hands to his back to hold him as she returned the heat and fierceness of his kiss, parting her lips so that their tongues could tangle and dance together.

Passion and desire raged in her. He pulled the pins from her hair, tugging uncomfortably in his eagerness to free it. When her hair fell around her cheeks and shoulders, he buried his face in it, holding her tight, pressing her against the wall as he ground himself against her.

“Sharde?”

She felt the unmistakable bulge between his legs against her. Recalling the sweet interlude at the cabin, her knees shook and she went damp. Damp, hungry and a little crazy. She had to have him.

Shaking with need, she pushed him away and tugged at her clothes. He took her hand and led her into the shower room and beyond to the bathroom. Unzipping his pants, he sat down on the highest toilet seat. He reached into his open trousers and drew out his cock.

Her mouth went dry as he sat with his legs parted, his fully erect shaft protruding from within his pants. Heart hammering and her core damp with love and lust, she pushed up her skirt, yanked down her panties and pantyhose. She kicked off one shoe, pulling the pantyhose over that leg and foot. Leaving the other part of her panty hose on just below her knee, she straddled his body, her eyes on the cock she couldn’t wait to feel invading her body again.

He dug in his jacket pocket and handed her a condom. She took it and tossed it aside.

She moved to sit on him, but his strong hands on her waist halted her downward movement with his cock just a heartbeat from her entrance. “Sharde, it’s crazy to do this again without a condom.”

“We’ve already been through this, Jeff! We don’t need to rehash it.”

“Neither one of us was thinking clearly at the cabin.”

“And you’re thinking clearly now?”

“Enough to know that we should use a condom.”

“I want to feel you inside me... not a piece of latex. And I want you to come inside me.”

He shook his head. “Sharde–”

“What are you afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid of anything... except hurting you.”

“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself and I know what I want and I want you inside me now. We’re both clean and I’m protected against pregnancy. So no condom.” She stared at him, her frustration building. “Or maybe you’d rather have Vanessa?”

“Fuck Vanessa!”

“Have you been fucking her tonight?”

“Hell, no! You think I’m that stupid? The only woman I’m going to fuck tonight is you, you teasing bitch!” He jerked down on her waist. She reached between their legs, curled her fingers around his thick, hot length, and lowered her hips, facing him. She wiggled her hips, driving his bare cock deep up into her body.

She sat on his lap, with her legs on either side of his thighs, sighing with pleasure as the last few inches of his thickness slid into her body. She sat with her lips parted, her eyes glazed, luxuriating in the wonderfully full feeling that she’d never experienced with anyone else. Lord, there was nothing quite as delicious as his thick, long cock.

Whoever said white men had small cocks clearly had never met Jeff and his pussy-stretching cock. Lord, it felt good. So good. “Oooh.”

He moved his hands from her hips and pulled her blouse open. The silk fabric tore and buttons flew everywhere. The blouse had cost a small fortune, but she was too far gone to care about anything but what was about to happen. He reached around her body and unhooked her bra. Feeling wanton, she shook her upper body and her breasts bounced into view.

He didn’t spend any time looking or fondling. He groaned softly, leaned forward, and closed his lips over her right breast, his tongue teasing the nipple.

She moaned and rotated her butt against his thighs, loving the way his mouth felt on her breasts and the way his cock jerked inside her.

She linked her arms around his neck and slowly lifted and lowered her hips. Each time she sat down on his lap, he thrust his hips upward, burying himself deep inside her slick center of need. Joy radiated all through her and she thought she would lose her mind.

Sex had never been this good... this wonderful... this fulfilling with any other lover. Her feelings for him left her feeling raw and open to hurt. But for this incredible, delicious delight, she was willing to risk getting hurt.

He sucked at her breasts until they felt almost unbearably tender. She clasped her hands over his face, pulled his head up, and pressed her lips over his.

Kissing him deeply, she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She stroked her fingers through his soft, silky hair, sliding up and down on his long, throbbing length with a greedy enjoyment that nearly robbed her of her ability to breathe.

Her heightened senses urged her to seek greater pleasure. The passion and the delight tightened her stomach muscles. She gasped against his lips, riding him faster.

He groaned, grabbed her hips, slammed her up and down onto his heated flesh with a fury that sent her over the edge of a high cliff and tumbling down into the valley of bliss. Her pussy squeezed and tightened uncontrollably around his cock until he thrust into her, hurting her.

It was such a sweet pain. It prolonged her pleasure. When he came, calling out her name and blasting his seed deep inside her, she smiled and cradled him against her breasts, squeezing her pussy around his cock to milk the last drop of seed from him.

Finally, she collapsed against him, sucking his neck while he continued coming in her, putting out the fire his cock had started inside her.

She laid her face against his shoulder. He held her close, stroking his hands down her body until she stopped shaking. As she lay in his arms, feeling weak and satisfied, he pulled back, lifted her chin, and pressed a long, warm kiss against her mouth.

He bit into her bottom lip and slapped her on both cheeks, making them sting. “Holy hell, Sharde, each time with you is better than the time before.”

She lifted her head and looked at him. “That was good enough to make me wanna holler,” she told him.

He laughed and rewarded her with another set of stinging slaps against her behind. He moved his hands over her butt. “You have a lovely ass,” he told her. He looked directly into her eyes. “I’ll bet it would look so sexy all red with a palm print or two branding it and you as mine.”

Sitting on his lap with his semi-erect shaft still inside her soaked pussy, the sexy words made her gasp. “I’ve never... no one’s ever hit me there before.”

“Your ass was made for spanking,” he told her, slapping each cheek again. “Not to mention fucking.”

She shook her head. He wasn’t getting his cock anywhere near her ass until he was prepared to commit to her. But the thought of him spanking her? Well, that intrigued her. “I thought only bad girls were spanked. I haven’t been bad,” she whispered. She had never really engaged in anything but vanilla sex, but she had a feeling she’d enjoy nearly anything Jefferson wanted to do to her.

He leered at her, his gray eyes dancing. “You call having sex in a bathroom on the toilet being good?” Before she could answer, he slapped her left ass cheek.

Cheeks hot, she nevertheless gave him a wanton smile. “It felt very good and you were the one who dragged me in here and had your wicked way with me.”

“And how does this feel?” He slapped her cheek again, this time hard enough to make it sting.

She shuddered and her pussy tightened around his cock. “Oooh. That hurt.”

“Did it?” He brought his palm down against her cheek. “How about that?”

She caught her breath as her cheek tingled. “That hurt too!” she whispered in a breathless, excited voice.

“Then why do you sound so excited?”

Sitting on his lap with his cock still inside her, she felt wanton, sexy, and hungry to feel his palm stinging her ass cheeks. “Because I’m a bad girl?”

“Oh, you’ve been a very bad girl.” He slapped her ass again, several times in quick succession. She moaned and thrust her breasts against his chest. His cock, still inside her, hardened. She leaned against him, slowly rotating herself on his lap.