—Ringing in the New Year—
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LISA
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It's after three in the morning by the time we get an Uber back to my place. I usher Jennie inside, lock the door, and turn around.
She's standing in the middle of my front hallway, still wearing the steel-toed boots I forced on her because there was no way I was risking her twisting an ankle behind the bar, which was where I wanted her. Right beside me all night long. Not on the floor where she'd get hit on relentlessly by drunk assholes.
It might sound chivalrous. It's not—my motives were purely self-serving.
She clasps her hands in front of her, looking demure and sexy in her fireworks dress with black and plaid accents. We matched, of course. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. I kissed her lipstick off hours ago and she didn't bother to reapply, mostly because there was no time.
"Do you want something to drink?" My voice is rough like sandpaper.
Her brow furrows for a moment, as if she finds the question confusing. "Do you?"
I take a few steps in her direction. "Not particularly, no, but I figured I should be hospitable and offer rather than just attack you with my mouth and hands." And parts below the waist.
"Hmm." She taps her lip, a playful smile on those luscious lips of hers. "Water for hydration purposes might be a good idea, but that can probably wait until after you attack me with your mouth and hands." Her eyes move down my chest in a slow, hot sweep. "And other parts, hopefully."
We are so on the same page. And then we're on each other.
Jennie loops her arms over my shoulders and links her hands behind my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. I grip her waist and walk her backward through the short entryway, careful not to bump into the side table on the right. The bedroom seems too far away, so I swipe a hand blindly across the kitchen counter, knocking a few things out of the way before I lift her up and deposit her on top.
The kiss slows for all of two beats, and then we're right back at it, full force, teeth clashing, tongues battling, moaning into each other's mouths. Jennie tugs my shirt free from my pants, then starts on the buttons while I search the back of her dress for a zipper. All I find is smooth fabric.
She breaks the kiss long enough to say, "Hidden zipper."
I pull back, because that makes no sense. "What?"
"It's hidden." She abandons my shirt and pushes on my chest, forcing me back. I'm about to protest, but she reaches under her skirt and MacGyvers her poofy under-skirt thing off, tossing it on the floor. Then she grabs the front of my shirt and yanks me between her legs again.
I start feeling up and down her spine, in search of this hidden zipper. I finally find one, but it's tiny and I keep losing my grip on it.
"How do you get the zipper down?" I mumble around her tongue.
"Don't worry about it, all the important parts are easily accessible." She hikes the skirt of her dress higher, trying to shift the fabric out of the way.
I pull back so I can see her in the dimly lit kitchen. The lamp on the other side of the living room is weak, and the hall light leading to my bedroom is on a dimmer switch, set to low.
"I would like the full experience here, not just access to what's between your thighs." I motion to her crotch. "I mean, I definitely want that, but I plan to explore every last inch of you in the process."
I have every intention of devouring her, but I'd like to do that while also savoring the experience. I take my time unzipping the dress—actually, the tiny zipper tab is a pain in my ass, so half the slowing down is forced because it's a struggle and I'm determined to be the one to undress her, on my own, without her help.
I finally manage the zipper situation, but there's a freaking hook thing, too, which means more struggles on my end.
She chuckles against my lips, sucking on the bottom one. I finally unclasp it, but instead of removing the dress I delay my own gratification and hers. It's like unwrapping the best, belated birthday present.
I pull the bodice down, freeing her arms to reveal her bra. I let out a low, appreciative whistle. Under the dress with the gold and black plaid accents she's wearing a black bra with red and gold plaid accents. I'm willing to bet the panties match, because this is Jennie we're talking about and her wardrobe is always meticulously planned. I lift her skirt so I can take a peek. Yup, they totally match, which begs the question, "Were you planning to seduce me tonight?"
Her brow furrows. "What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?"
"Because…" I run my hands up her thighs, warm and soft, bunching up the skirt, exposing more skin as I do. I savor the feel of her under my hands, the way her breath stutters when I skim the edge of her panties with my fingertips. "This bra and panty set looks like it was picked out with me in mind."
"I wanted to coordinate it with my dress."
"Which you bought so we'd match." I slip my hands out from under her skirt, much to her dismay, so I can cup her full breasts in my palms and run my thumbs over her nipples through the fabric.
She arches and sucks in a breath. "I like things that match."
"So that means you did inadvertently buy these for me."
"If you need to stroke your own ego over my choice of bra and panties, go for it."
"Do you have matching sets for all of your dresses?" I slip my pinkie under the satin.
"Some, not all."
"Hmm." And now it's become my mission to unwrap her like a present as often as she'll allow so I can see what kind of lingerie she's wearing underneath. For that to happen, I need to guarantee that she's going to want a repeat of tonight. Which means bringing my A-game.
We get back to making out, her half-dressed, me still fully clothed. I loosen my tie with one hand while she tackles the remaining buttons on my shirt. They join the other clothes on the floor and I break the kiss long enough to get my undershirt off.
I'm ready to dive back in, but Jennie's palms connect with my chest, preventing our lips from meeting. She drags her nails from my pecs down to my abs. "So sexy," she murmurs on a soft sigh. She lifts her gaze. "You know, I never thought tattoos were hot before you, but now…" She traces the outline of the tree that decorates my side and disappears into the waistband of my pants. "So much yum."
I laugh and then groan when she goes lower and cups me through my pants.
"I was so disappointed when you put on a shirt the morning after I accidentally fell asleep on your couch."
"I was kind of disappointed that you fell asleep and didn't end up in my bed with me."
"Really?" She slips my belt through the loops and starts to unbuckle it.
"I went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth and freshen up. I was thinking maybe I'd make a move, but when I came back you were out like a light."
"I had no idea." She pops the button.
"I've been flirting with you since day one."
"I was too busy being aggravated that you were my competition and you were so hot, and composed, and I was always too flustered to notice that you were flirting. Plus, it's your job to flirt." She drags the zipper down slowly.
"I'm friendly with customers, but I flirt with you. There's a difference."
"Hmm. You'll have to explain that difference later, so I'm in the know." She slips her index finger under the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulls them away from my skin, peeking inside. I doubt she can see much since the lights are low and it's dark in my underwear.
"What're you doing?"
"I want to see what I'm dealing with."
"You can touch him, he doesn't bite."
"Him?" She peeks up, her expression amused. "Does he have a name?"
I scoff. "Of course not." I call him The Sword of Destiny in my head, though.
"I don't believe you." She reaches inside and skims the length.
I groan and prop one fist on the counter, the other still cupping her breast. I have plans to take that bra off eventually, but I'm kind of in love with it and also distracted by the fact that her hand is in my pants.
She wraps her fingers around me, giving me a tentative squeeze before she frees me from my boxers. Her bottom lip is between her teeth and she peers down, exhaling what sounds like a relieved breath along with the words. "Thank God."
"Thank God, what?"
Her gaze flips back up to mine, and I have a feeling she didn't mean to say that out loud. Her cheeks might be turning pink, but the lighting makes it hard to tell.
"I just wasn't sure where the tattoos started and ended."
I bark out a laugh. "That's a hard pass area for me. There isn't much going on below the waist."
Jennie raises a brow and gives my erection a squeeze. "I'd beg to differ."
"I mean tattoo wise."
"Ah yes, well, I guess I'll be able to confirm that soon enough."
She pulls my mouth back to hers and I continue to tease her nipple while she strokes me. It's probably an awkward angle for her hand, considering I'm standing between her thighs, but I'm not all that interested in stopping her and she doesn't seem to mind.
When the sensation gets to be too much for me to handle—meaning when I'm worried I'm going to blow in her hand—I start kissing my way down her neck.
Reaching around behind her, I flick the clasp of her bra open. It slides down her arms and lands on the counter, then drops to the floor with the rest of our clothes. I kiss my way across her collarbone and down over the swell until I can cover a nipple with my mouth.
Jennie moans, and she loses her grip on my erection. It's not a bad thing, considering I'm already close to an edge I don't want to be near when we've hardly even started with the foreplay.
Her fingers slide into my hair, the other hand moving to grip my shoulder. I use her distraction to my advantage and tuck myself back into my pants so I can focus on making her feel good. If I can make her come before the sex—if we get to that, I'm not making assumptions but I'm hoping—then it'll take some of the pressure off.
I ease my palm up her thigh, moving inward. Her legs are parted to accommodate me, so when I reach the apex I brush my knuckles over the satin.
"Oh yes, please." She spreads her legs wider.
This is what I want, for all that uptight Instagram perfection to fall away. I want her uninhibited and unworried about anything but how she feels. I keep sweeping my knuckles back and forth, barely skimming the damp fabric. "Do you like that, Jennie?"
"Mmm, it's nice." She wriggles her butt.
I slip a single finger under the elastic and I'm met with hot, wet skin.
"Oh, that's so much nicer." Her eyes flutter closed as I stroke her center, easing a finger inside.
She props herself on her arms and she bites her lip, moaning softly when I add a second finger. Her head rolls on her shoulders and her lids flutter open, gaze dropping to where my forearm disappears under her skirt. "God, that is so hot," she groans, and her fingertips graze my inked arm.
"It is, isn't it?" I agree. "You look like a good girl who got caught up with a bad girl." She looks like she fell right out of the fifties with her perfect hair and retro dresses, which makes her current position, with the top hanging at her waist and my hand under the bunched-up skirt, seem that much more illicit. And those steel-toed boots paired with her thigh-high stockings are the icing on the sexy cupcake.
She drags her skirt up higher, exposing my hidden forearm and wrist, all the way up to where her panties are pushed to the side and I'm buried inside her.
I curl the fingers of my free hand around the back of her neck, thumb stroking along the edge of her jaw. "You like watching what I'm doing to you, Jennie?"
She fists the fabric and moans again. "Yes."
"You gonna be a good girl and come all over my hand?" I pump faster, taking cues from the way her breath catches.
"Oh God," she groans and tries to close her legs, but her knees hit my hips. And then her orgasm hits—she contracts around my fingers, hips swiveling as she rides my hand.
"You are so damn sexy," I assure her.
Before the orgasm wanes, I withdraw my fingers. She makes a plaintive sound, probably unimpressed that I stopped mid-orgasm, but I'm planning to make up for that. I yank her panties down. They get caught up on her boots, but I manage to get them off without shredding them. I grip her by the hip and drag her to the edge of the counter as I drop to my knees.
"What—"
The rest of her question dissolves into a gasp when I lick up her center.
She falls back on one elbow, the other hand sliding into my hair and gripping tight.
"Mmm, just like one of those cream-filled cupcakes you made me eat in front of that bachelorette party." I cover her sex with my mouth. "But tastes even better."
That gets a moan out of her, slightly embarrassed, but also totally turned on based on the way she rolls her hips and rides my tongue back to another orgasm.
As soon as I rise up, she grabs the nape of my neck with one hand and fuses her mouth to mine. She mumbles something completely unintelligible, mostly because she's sucking on my tongue. She frantically searches for the waistband of my underwear with the other one and jams her hand down the front, freeing me from my boxers.
She breaks the kiss. "You have condoms, right?"
I pull my wallet from my back pocket, flip it open, and slap it on the counter so I can retrieve the condom that's been in there since before August.
As soon as it's in my hand, Jennie nabs it and squints at the date before she tears it open. Her tongue peeks out as she rolls it down my length and uses her foot—the boots are still on, and I'm still wearing my pants—to pull me closer.
"Hold on. Raise your arms."
She frowns but complies, maybe because the orgasms have made her less argumentative, or possibly she's just as ready as I am for sex, even after two orgasms. I grab the bottom of her dress and lift it over her head. It messes up her perfect hair a little, but all that does is make her sexier.
And totally naked.
"You're a vision, Jennie." Anticipation makes my erection kick in my fist, but I force myself to slow it down for a beat. I drag the head of my condom-covered length along her sex. "You ready for me?"
"So damn ready." She bites her lip.
"You want slow and soft or fast and hard?" I line myself up and meet her hot, needy gaze.
She gives me a saucy grin. "Surprise me."
I chuckle. "Such a good bad girl." I grab her hips to steady her as I push inside.
She scrambles to lock her hands around the back of my neck. When I'm sure she's latched on good and tight I pull back out, almost all the way before I thrust again. Her jaw goes slack and her eyes roll up on a deep groan.
"Okay?" I ask, before I do it again.
"Yes. Please don't stop."
I shift her so she's right at the edge of the counter and pump into her, taking my cues from her moans and her pleas not to stop. As it turns out, Jennie seems to be a fan of hard and fast.
It doesn't take long before I'm warning her I'm about to come. I can always improve endurance on round two. She pries one hand from my neck and dips her fingers between her thighs. "Hold on, I'm so close."
I'm teetering on the edge, barely hanging on. "Listen to you, wanting more when you've come twice already."
"I know, I know, but it's so good. Please, Lisa."
"Better work fast," I warn.
I try to think of something, anything to stop the inevitable, but Jennie's lip is caught between her teeth, pressing in hard, and her fingers are moving at a furious pace between her legs, as if she's trying to light a damn fire.
I thrust one last time before the orgasm rockets down my spine, and I explode. That sensation is magnified a thousandfold when Jennie contracts around me.
My legs threaten to give out, so I lean against the counter, letting it take some of my weight while I regain the ability to function. Jennie runs her fingers through my hair.
Eventually I lift my head and kiss a path up her shoulder to her mouth.
"Hey."
"Hey." She nibbles my bottom lip. "So that was fun."
I laugh, which makes her gasp and clench and my chuckle turns into a groan as I slowly ease out. I remove the condom, tie it off and toss it in the garbage by the sink. "You're gonna stay the night, right?"
She blows out a breath. "Well, I mean, it's probably a good idea since I've been pretty greedy and I think we probably need to even out the orgasm totals so I'm not winning by such a wide margin."
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