Jersey Girl (Sticks & Hearts #1) (21 page)

He lowers his head and squints through the windshield to look up at the house. "Hmmm, I'm ninety-six percent sure." I narrow my eyes in frustration. "Tell you what, you stay here for a minute while I go check. If we're not alone, I can take you back to the dorm and we can finish this another time." He may appear calm on the outside, but the strain in his voice tells me that postponing this for another time is not the way he wants this night to end. That knowledge makes me feel better, and I nod for him to go inside. "I'll be right back. I promise." He leaves me with a light kiss before dashing inside.

No more than a minute passes before he comes out smiling like he's just won the lottery. Seeing his excitement makes my stomach flip-flop, and I have to remind myself this is just sex, nothing more. He's not my boyfriend, nor will he ever be. We're simply two people, who've agreed to give in to the lust we've been denying for so long. Lust that's been burning deep within the two of us for twelve long weeks.

I follow him inside, eyes nervously scanning the room despite the fact he told me we have the house to ourselves. Taking me by the hand, he leads me through the house and pauses in front of the kitchen.

With his free hand he grips the back of his neck and glances down at me. "Can I get you anything? Something to drink, or maybe you're hungry?"

I draw my bottom lip between my teeth and rock forward on my tiptoes. "The only thing I'm hungry for is you."

"Fuck, that sounded hot," he growls, lowering his head to kiss me. With one hand on my waist he pulls me flush with his body and runs his fingers slowly up my back. I can feel his arousal pressing against my belly, and I shiver, knowing exactly what's waiting for me behind those jeans.

Although I love what he's doing, I'm fearful of getting caught. "Maybe we should move this to the bedroom. I'd hate for someone to walk in on us."

"I like the way you think." He smiles seductively as he leans in to capture my mouth once more. The slant of his lips and the way his hands settle on my ass leave me moaning with pleasure. Mouths still locked, he lifts me in his arms and my legs wrap around his waist. We walk backwards until we reach the stairs, our tongues swaying in time with each step before we break apart breathlessly. "I can't wait to have you in my bed again."

My lips curl into a smile before coming to rest on his throat. Tracing with my tongue in slow strokes, I follow the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows. "Then stop waiting and take me there before I beg you to have your way with me right here."

Within seconds, we're in his room behind a locked door. My heart is pounding, and I know his is too, because I place my hand on his chest and feel the strong beat beneath my palm.

"You feel that? That's all you, sweetheart. Being this close to you drives me crazy." His lips crash against mine as we fall onto the massive bed. This isn't my first time here, but it is the first time I've laid in this same spot with the intention of taking our relationship to the next level. I let my head fall back on the pillow, lost in the sensation as his tongue mingles with mine. Moments ago we were anxious to get here, but lying beneath him I feel no sense of urgency in his movements.

"You're wearing too many clothes," I tug at the hem of his shirt. He rewards me by pulling it over his head and tossing it carelessly on the floor. I drink in the sight of him, shirtless and aroused because of me. Holding his breath, his muscles contract as my seeking fingertips tickle over the taut muscles that define his stomach.

I am lying on my back beside him when he braces one arm on the bed and hovers above me, kissing my jaw as he makes his way down my neck. Taking his time as if savoring every kiss and nibble of my flesh. He straddles my waist while his hands slip under my tank to slide it up and over my shoulders. His eyes rake over me, taking in my black bra with tiny pink bows. It's sexy with just a touch of sweetness. Kind of like me.

"I like this," he says huskily, fingering one of the satin bows. The tip of one finger circles my nipple through the soft material as his thumb finds its way inside. I arch my back, craving more of his touch. I've longed for this. Dreamed of it night after night. But dreams couldn't prepare me for the way it feels to be at the mercy of his gentle hand.

His mouth covers my breast, soaking the lace with his tongue, while his hand slides down my body and slips beneath my jeans. His fingers make a sweeping pass, teasing as they go, moving up the seam then down to circle my entrance, separated only by a scrap of now damp material.

My hips flex, seeking more, and he tsks my greediness. "All in due time, baby. I told you, we have all night. And I intend to take my time with you." Nimble fingers peel my panties aside, and my body clamps around them as they press deep inside. "God, you're so wet."

His fingers move faster, hindered by the tight confines of my jeans, but as he moves, his palm grinds against my pubic bone, applying pressure in all the right places. I rock against him, chasing my orgasm, feeling it build, gaining momentum. At the last minute, his fingers slide out, spreading wetness up my center as he rubs my clit in fast circles. My eyelids flutter and I melt. Becoming one with the mattress as I write beneath him. My thighs clench together, trapping his hand as the orgasm rocks my body.

"Damn, that was beautiful," he whispers before claiming my parted lips. In my weakened state, my arms circle his neck to draw him close, craving the heat of his body against mine.

"I need you inside me," the words fall out. Sounding desperate and needy. I need to feel him.
All
of him. "Please." My hands fumble, unfastening three buttons before he covers my hands to finish the task.

"Is this what you want?" he fists his cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes as I nod, unable to tear my eyes away. His body is perfect, in every sense of the word. Long, muscular legs. Strong arms, one covered in tattoos down to his wrist. Wide shoulders narrow to a lean waist, with defined abdominal muscles and a deep V that points straight to his impressive manhood. "Lie back."

I follow his command, heart hammering in my chest. It's been months since I've been intimate with a man, and I want him more than I've ever wanted anyone. Now that I've sampled what his hands can do, I want it all.

Correction, I
need
it all.

With a deft hand, he unfastens my bra, letting it fall down my shoulders before peeling it from my body. Every nerve is on high alert, and I shiver when his fingers trail down my side. He sucks my nipple between his teeth, biting down then soothing the sting with a sweeping pass of his tongue. He moves to the other and gives it the same attention. Kissing his way down my stomach, he pauses to tug at the denim with his teeth. I suddenly feel as if the material is smothering me. Reaching between us, I tear at the button and zipper in my haste to remove my jeans.

I'm completely naked, vulnerable and laid out before him, but I don't feel the slightest bit shy. The look in his eyes tells me he appreciates what he sees. He settles between my legs, and my head falls back against the pillows while his tongue takes me to places I've never known existed. Justin wasn't a big fan of oral sex, at least not in the role as the giver. Oh, he'd certainly appreciated every blowjob I'd given him, but when it came time to return the favor, he acted as if it were a torturous act. For the longest time, I thought something might be wrong with me. Maybe I'd been plagued with some funky-tasting vagina, or something awful and embarrassing like that. But all that evaporates with the first swipe of Brantley's tongue when he looks up at me with lust in his amber eyes and says I taste sweeter than anything he's ever known. He may be exaggerating, but it only proves my ex had been a selfish asshole.

"Yes. Yes. Oh, god, yes," I cry out as his tongue dips and swipes over the needy little bud. It's clear he's no stranger in the art of pleasuring a woman. The way his tongue brushes over my clit in slow, expert strokes makes me feel as if he's an artist and I'm his greatest masterpiece. Watching him stare up at me from between my legs sends me over the edge.

"I swear I could spend the rest of my life watching you come."

"Careful, or I just may take you up on that offer." When he kisses me, I tentatively swipe my tongue over his lips, tasting my arousal when I pull it back in. When he moans, it's sexy as hell. Knowing I'm the one responsible for that sound emboldens me to keep going.

My fingers wrap around his thick cock. In slow strokes, I tease my thumb over the crown, spreading his arousal as I trace my way down the length of his shaft. His breath quickens, and I rise to my knees, keeping one hand around him while pushing him back on the bed with the other. His eyes flicker with excitement when I lean forward.

"Cassie, you don't have to do—" he whispers weakly, his words trailing off as I lower my mouth, swirling my tongue as I grip the base of him in my hand. "God, that feels so good. Too good."

I make a few passes with my tongue before he reaches down and pulls me back to his mouth. "I won't be able to last if you keep that up." Flipping me on my back, he stretches a hand to the bedside table and brings back a strip of condoms. Smiling down at me before tearing one off and tossing the remaining packets aside.

"Hurry, I need to feel you," I shamelessly beg, and he obliges by sliding inside, giving me everything I ask for and then some. Inch by glorious inch he fills me until our bodies meet as one. He feels so good, but he's huge, and for a few seconds, it's uncomfortable.

"Are you okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asks tenderly.

"You're a lot for a girl to handle," I reply breathlessly. "Just give me a minute to get used to you." I turn my head away, breathing through my discomfort, but he turns my face back to him and captures my lips in a wet kiss.

"Sweetheart, look at me," he gently commands between kisses. "Focus on me, nothing else. Just look into my eyes and I promise it'll feel good. Better than good." His tongue glides along the swell of my bottom lip, and I meet him with a flick of my own tongue. We begin rocking our hips, slowly at first, then picking up the pace as we learn each other's rhythm.

"Oh. Oh yes. God, that feels so good. So amazing." My eyes flutter closed and I cry out as the orgasm builds with an intensity that's sure to break me apart. I feel him everywhere. My mouth, my neck, deep inside me. He leaves no part of me untouched. Being with him is everything I thought it would be and more, and this is only the first time. He's promised me an entire night of pleasure

It all feels good. Better than good. Just as he promised. His mouth is on mine, one hand in my hair while the other holds my wrists above my head as he rocks into my awaiting body. He draws back again, and I raise my hips to meet him on the downward thrust. His body slams into me, striking the furthest recesses of my body. Again and again, yet I can't seem to get enough. Hard thrusts pin me down against the mattress. He's taking charge, and I'm his captive. But I don't want to be set free. I would gladly remain here forever if he'd only promise this for all of eternity. Crying out in ecstasy, I ride the final wave of pleasure as he gives in to his own release.

BRANTLEY

I'm in big trouble.

That's the thought running through my head right now. Second only to
that felt way better than I'd hoped it would
.

Sound strange? Well, it should. I guess part of me had been wishing we would get it out of our system and pretend like it never happened. Now she's beside me, sleeping in my arms, and all I can think about is waking her up and taking my lips on a journey across her hot as hell body before sinking deep inside her again.

I
love
sex. In fact, I challenge you to find a twenty-one year old guy who doesn't share that sentiment. I lost my virginity at the ripe old age of fifteen and never once looked back with remorse. I've met a lot of nice girls, and some who were merely looking for a good time. For the most part I'm always up for it, and I know without a doubt I've spent my fair share of time trying to hook up, though that's no longer where my head is.

I remember walking on campus for the first time, full of confidence and certain I wasn't going to be one of those losers who fell in love freshmen year. A month later I met Vanessa, and despite being surrounded by thousands of beautiful girls, hers was the only face I saw. On the outside, Vanessa had been a beautiful girl. But appearances can be deceiving, especially to a young punk who's just moved a thousand miles away from home and finally getting it on the regular. After three months of dating, I really thought she was the one.

Cassie stirs, her muscles twitching as she yawns and stretches beside me. She twists around to face me, and when I lean forward to give her a kiss her hand immediately covers her mouth.

"Morning breath," she whispers from behind her hand.

"Don't care," I push her hand away, "I still want to kiss you."

Her lips are soft, her mouth warm as she welcomes my tongue inside to mingle with hers. Concern over hygiene is quickly forgotten as the kiss intensifies and she rolls on top of me, her legs opening wide as she straddles my thighs. Hovering above me, her pert nipples tease against my skin as she reaches between us to roll a condom down my length. My fingers dig into her hips as I tease her clit with the tip of my cock.

"Umm, that feels nice," she purrs against my neck. Her hips roll and her eyes flutter closed when I fill her in one powerful thrust. I raise my knees and she leans back, using them for leverage as she rotates her hips in slow, teasing circles.

"That's it, ride me, baby." Her hands brace against my chest as she rocks her slick pussy over my shaft. "Fuck, I love your tight little pussy." I rise to meet her, holding her body against me until we're face-to-face. My lips lock over the soft flesh of her neck and suck, leaving behind a faint bruise when I pull away. Grabbing hold of her ass, I drive deep with every thrust until the sound of our bodies slapping together is the only sound filling the room.