Rock Me Gently (15 page)

“Wow!” She smiled up at him lazily.

“Yeah. Wow! You little volcano!”

She giggled. Jason ran a hand over her hip, needing to touch her.

“Do I smell something burning?”

“Oh shit!” Jason jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

The room was full of smoke. The pasta had almost boiled dry. It was all stuck to the bottom of the pan. Taking it off the burner, he then set it in the sink, and flipped on the exhaust fan over the stove. He yanked the cord for the ceiling fan above the dining table.

Lainey entered the kitchen. “What happened?”

“I forgot that I put the pasta in as soon as I saw you drive in.”

“Why didn’t you set the timer?”

“I did. But I was slightly distracted. I didn’t hear it.”

“I didn’t hear it either,” she confessed. “Well, that’s quite the look you got going on there.” Her gaze traveled over him. He wore a worn T-shirt, a condom and a pair of socks. Yeah, he must’ve presented quite the picture. “Maybe you should put these back on before you burn something important?” she suggested, smiling, holding up his jeans with one finger through a belt loop.

Jason turned slightly and rolled the condom off then tossed it in the garbage under the sink. Accepting the jeans from her he then slid into them.

Lainey looked into the other bubbling pot on the stove. “What have we got here? This still smells good.” She leaned over the low simmering tomato sauce and took a long sniff of the aroma. “Let’s just cook some more pasta. I’ll try to keep you from being distracted.” She sidled up to him, standing close but not touching him. Then she kissed his chin.

Sliding an arm around her, he pulled her against him. “And how do you intend to do that? Just you being here has me distracted.” He dropped a kiss on her nose.

“I could leave.” Half-heartedly, she made an attempt to turn.

“No fuckin’ way.” He tightened his arms around her.

She wound hers around his neck. “Maybe if we watch the pot together, we’ll keep each other on task.”

“A watched pot never boils.”

“Sure it does. Good thing you’re not a science teacher.”

“At the moment I’m thinking biology. Yours as it relates to mine.”

“You are easily distracted, aren’t you?”

“You are an incredibly distracting woman.”

They were so close that when her stomach growled he felt it as if it were his own.

“I’m a hungry woman.” She laughed softly, her breath brushing his chin.

Only intending to give her a quick peck, Jason leaned down and kissed her gently but the soft supple give of surrender under his mouth had him sipping from her sweet lips over and over until they were both breathless. A new torrent of pure lust pounded through him. But her stomach rumbled again. Reluctantly he dragged his lips from hers. “I guess I’d better feed you first.”

Dazedly Lainey looked up at him.

Jason set her away from him and filled another pot with salty water. He placed it on a burner to boil. “What’s with the raucous little lion in there?” Delicately he tweaked her tummy.

“I didn’t get away for lunch today.”

“Oh, busy day?”

“No, unfortunately.”

“No? So, why couldn’t you run across the street and get some lunch?” he asked, stirring the sauce.

“I didn’t want to leave the phone,” she admitted looking down at the floor. He grinned slightly. “Just in case you called,” she added quietly.

He liked knowing she was waiting by the phone for him to call.

After dropping the pasta into the pot, he hauled her back into his arms. “I fucked up. I’m sorry. And now you’re starving and it’s all my fault.”

“That’s okay, you’re making up for it now.” She lifted her lips for a kiss and he obliged.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, pulling her against his burgeoning erection.

Lainey ran her hand down the hardening length. “Mmm,” he murmured appreciatively, pushing himself fully into her palm. “Keep that up and I’ll boil dry another batch of pasta.”

She removed her hand. “Oh, well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

Jason grabbed her wrist and flattened her palm, then wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock. She molded them around him and followed his shaft down, where she then cupped his balls firmly through worn denim. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind at all. Who needs pasta anyway?” He wound his hands into her hair and tugged her head back. Lowering his mouth he kissed her with all the crazed fierceness he was feeling. She made him wild. She was all he could think about. All he wanted to think about. She was his newest obsession. The sweet little tease of hurried lovemaking earlier was not nearly enough to assuage the boiling in his blood. 

She met him, though, gave as good as she got while palming him until he could think of nothing more than sinking into her. She caressed him with her tongue in the same rhythm that her hand was playing his cock. Stroking him from the outside of his clothes wasn’t enough. As if she read his mind, she thumbed his jeans open, undid the zipper and slid her warm hand down his straining rod. He was throbbing, pulsing, jerking. It wouldn’t take much for him to come right in her hand.

Lainey ripped her mouth from his—her eyes were wild, her chest heaving. Easing the hot pot from the burner she then turned off both elements, to the pasta and the sauce.

“Who needs to eat?” she panted, moving back into his arms.

Yes!
 his mind screamed. Scooping her into his arms he then carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. She turned her head and kissed wherever she could reach him—his jaw, his chin, his chest. At his bedside, he set her on her feet, capturing her mouth again. She pushed his jeans off his hips. They fell down around his ankles. She snaked a hand back around his thickness and continued to manipulate his hot flesh, tugging and pumping his cock until he could barely stand it. Gathering great folds of fabric, he pulled her skirt up and skimmed his hands over her smooth hips. The realization that she’d decided not to put her panties back on made him moan. “God, you were like this the whole time we were in the kitchen?” he asked. The thought of only the skirt between them made his cock vibrate in her hand. “Ahhh, God, Lainey, I woulda put you right up on the counter,” he breathed heavily.

“And what?” she whispered back into his mouth. “What would you have done to me?”

“Ohhh, God. I woulda knelt between your beautiful thighs.” He moved his hand between her legs and moaned again when he felt how slick she was. “I would have slid my tongue right up inside you. Tasted you.” Demonstrating, he worked his finger between the luscious folds. She bore down on his finger and sighed into his mouth. Going deep, he pushed his fist against her, wiggling the digit unmercifully. His anxious plundering seemed to work for her. She moaned with pleasure, which only drove him closer to culmination. Ultimately, he wanted to taste her, but he wouldn’t survive it and selfish as he was he wanted to be buried in her, where his finger now tickled and teased her.

His own hot juices churned just under the surface of his skin as she continued to tug and stroke him expertly. “I wanna be in you.”

“I want you there.”

He shuddered, trying to control himself, then edged her toward the drawer. “Can we get rid of this?” she demanded of his shirt.

With that out of their way, her gaze skipped from one tattoo to another but he didn’t care. Jason went after the buttons on her dress. But silently, she lifted her arms, and he dragged the dress over her head. Just her bra stood in his way. He fumbled with clumsy fingers. Taking pity on him she undid the hooks. He helped her slide it down her arms. And he’d been completely right about being obsessed with those lovely breasts. Flawless. He took each one in hand. Her lips parted at his touch.

“Ah, Lainey, you’re perfect,” he murmured as he lowered his head. He captured one sweet bud in his mouth softly rolling his tongue. 

She made the raspiest little erotic sound. “We have lots of time for that. I need you now,” she whispered catching his chin in her palms.

He leaned toward the drawer to grab a condom.

“Do you need it? I’m clean. I had all the tests you can possibly have after I found out about, well, you know.” She seemed reluctant to mention her ex’s name, which Jason appreciated. “I want to feel you with nothing between us.”

Oh God!
So did he. But he couldn’t put her at risk. He hadn’t been careful. “Are you on the pill?” he stalled for time.

Her face fell. “No,” she said, disappointed. Reaching into the drawer, Lainey then ripped open the packet. She was about to roll it on, then leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on the tip. He almost leaped out of his own skin at the thought of her lips wrapping around him. Involuntarily his hips thrust forward as she rolled the condom on.

Smoothing his palm down her arm he then backed her to the bed. When her knees caved he lowered her and followed her down, he levered himself above her and she guided his swollen cock into her.

Almost immediately, he felt the rolling wave of sweet contractions deep inside her hot tight pussy.

Deep and slow, he thrust once, twice. But it wasn’t the speed he wanted to go just now. As she’d said, they’d have time for everything else later. When they weren’t so hot and horny for each other. Right now, they both needed intense and fast. He picked up the pace as his heart pounded out of his chest and his blood rushed. A fine sheen of sweat broke out over his body.

“Ohh, Jaassooonnnn!” She pulled her legs back and reached for him. Her nails scoring him, she grabbed his ass, and encouraged his frenzied thrusting. Another amazing wave of spasms overtook her insides, making her close in around him. “Oh God!” she cried.

Oh God was right. Rocking against her, he exploded and emptied into the rubber. He eased himself down beside her, trying to keep them connected but as he deflated, it made it more difficult. But he wanted to enjoy the delicious little aftershocks she kept having. He pulled her into his arms—her to his chest. Like a satisfied little cat she stretched, molding herself to him as she continued to rock her hips against him. She ran her hand over his stomach and chest, up over his arm and shoulder, then back again. He could feel himself relaxing, close to sleep.

He woke when she stiffened beside him. “What is it?” he asked sleepily.

“I think I just heard my cellphone.”

They listened. Seconds later in the distance they heard the alarm signaling a text.

“It’s Jill,” Lainey said and started to get out of bed.

“I’ll get it.” He stayed her arm. It would be easier for him to just slide into some pants and run than her having her dress. He pulled on a pair of pajama pants. “Where is it?”

“In my bag, probably by the door where I dropped it.” She bit her lip and he knew she was remembering how they’d attacked each other when she’d first walked in. Yeah, that was hot.

After retrieving her purse he ran then back up to his room to find her still lounging in his bed with the sheet pulled up. He’d half expected her to be dressed. Pausing at the door for a moment he simply watched her. He liked seeing her in his bed.

He handed her the purse. “Thanks.” She leafed through the bag and came up with a cell. Reading the text, she pouted slightly.

“Everything okay?” Jason fell into bed beside her and dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder.

“Yeah, Henry just dropped Jill off at home and she’s wondering where I am.” Lainey turned her lovely green gaze his way. “What should I say?”

“Mmm, I’m thinking telling her you’re in my bed is not the appropriate response?”

“No,” she answered.

“Have you talked to Jill today? I mean other than the couple texts?”

“No. Why?”

“Uh, we had a rough day at school today,” he confessed. He didn’t know how she’d take this.

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, our friend Boyd did just as I predicted and outed us on Twitter. The class was pretty brutal. Jill ran out…”

“She did? Why didn’t you tell me that on the phone? I should have…”

“I sent Henry after her. I needed to stay and keep a cap on the class or I would have gone after her myself. But then again, maybe I’m the last person she would want to talk to or confide in right now. Since I seem to be the source of her angst at the moment.”

“
We
are the source of her angst for the moment.” She tossed the sheet aside. “I need to go. Which door is the bathroom?” she asked, looking around the room.

Jason pointed it out. Sighing heavily, he then placed his hands behind his head. Had he fucked up again? He’d never been with a woman with a kid. Let alone a teenage kid—a teenage kid who was his student. They were a breed all their own, he was learning. And the difference between the boys and the girls was like a chasm. But thankfully, Jill wasn’t as dramatic as some of the girls. He hadn’t been thinking about Jill when he’d called Lainey earlier. He’d had one thing on his mind. Maybe now that he’d got it, he’d be less selfish, but he didn’t hold out much hope for that. It was foreign to him to put someone else first. And he knew now that if he’d led off the conversation on the phone with Lainey earlier with
Jill ran out of class
, Lainey would not have just left his bed now. Her first priority was her daughter. Not him. That might take some getting used to.