He laughed. “My niece. She's the most adorable thing.”
I stepped in close and slid a hand up under his tight-fitting, black T-shirt. “You, sir, are the most adorable thing.”
“I need a haircut,” he said, running his hand over his black curls, his dark brown eyes crinkling with his grin.
“I'll cut your hair.”
“Really?”
“Sure! I trim my mother's hair, because she likes to save money.”
He took the bottle of beer from my hand and tipped it back, guzzling the rest, then he set the bottle down on his counter and let out a loud belch.
“Jacob!” I yelled, pulling away from him before the smell hit me.
“Grr,” he said. “That's what men do.”
I circled the small apartment, ending up in front of the gas fireplace. I draped myself over the mantle and said, “What else to men do?”
He jokingly smacked one hand into his open palm. “They pound the pu**y.”
I unbuttoned my blouse, revealing that I wasn't wearing a bra. With a flirty smile, I fondled my breast and said, “Come here so I can put one of these in your mouth to get you to stop talking.”
“No dirty talk tonight,” he said, getting closer.
He stopped a few feet away from me and slowly pulled his tight, black T-shirt off over his head. He took an eternity, just like a hunky fireman at a calendar photo shoot—which was something he had done for the last few years. Always for a good, charitable cause, of course.
His body really was a work of art, with clearly-defined abdominal muscles, and a slim waist tapering up to broad, strong shoulders.
He knew I was watching, knew I was drinking him in, and he dragged out the moment, finishing with an oh-so-casual stretch, his muscular arms above his head.
“You sexy tease,” I said.
“Play your cards right and I'll do the whole dance for you someday.”
I tilted my shoulders back and let my blouse slip off, falling to the floor.
He stepped all the way up to me at last, but he didn't put those muscular arms around me just yet. He leaned down and licked at one nipple, firming it with his tongue and then giving it an exquisitely hard suck. A tremor of pleasure shot through me from my nipple to my core, and I gasped.
He looked up at me through his dark eyebrows, his eyes so knowing. As with the undressing, he knew exactly what he did to me, the affect his gorgeous body and his generous touch had on me.
His hands gripped my waist, the firm pressure of his fingers sending a thrill down my spine. As he slowly moved both hands around to the front of my waistband, to the button, my pu**y began to ache for him. Still leaning down, he unfastened my jeans as he moved to the other breast, running his tongue around the whole orb of it and then onto the other nipple, already firm for him.
He moved his mouth all the way up to my collarbone, my throat, and then to my mouth. I kissed him eagerly, parting my lips to allow his tongue access.
He had my jeans and panties down and I stepped out of them, kicking them aside without breaking our kiss. We were still in front of the fireplace, with me leaning back against the mantle to steady myself.
I had my hands around his broad, muscular back, my fingertips alternately digging in and gliding over his firm muscles. I knew he worked out to be strong for his work, for hauling equipment and saving people's lives, but being so beautiful was a fringe benefit I could enjoy.
His kissing was sensual, but not as ravenous as he usually was. I pulled my head back and commented, “Are you feeling up to this? I don't want to wear you out if your tired. I'm sorry … I … um, barely said two words to you when I got here. Did you have a busy day at work?”
“Nothing too dramatic. A couple of accidents, but it was a good day. We did good work out there.”
I ran my fingers over his biceps. “I'm so proud of you.”
He pulled me in and squeezed me in a hug. “Thanks for saying that. You're a good friend.”
“So, what do you wanna do? Wanna watch some TV? Order food in?”
He took one of my hands and pressed it against the firm shape at the front of his jeans.
“You're not so tired after all,” I said.
He started walking backwards, pulling me with him in an awkward, half-dancing, half-stumbling fashion, until we reached his sofa. His sofa was also his bed, but he hadn't folded the bed out, which was fine by me, because I hated that squeaky old thing.
He fell back on the couch, pulling me down on top of him. I was completely naked, but he still had his jeans on. With him on his back, I rubbed my mound against his crotch, pressing hard against his c**k to rub my cl*t against him. I groaned. “Oh, let's dry hump, like teenagers,” I said, getting into rhythm.
He laughed. “Just for a minute.”
“Mmm.” I kept rubbing against him, surprised at how pleasurable the sensation was. He was locked away under his jeans and I was free to get as much friction as I needed. I'd be coming in a few minutes, at this rate. Thinking about what torture it was for Jacob only made it all the more dirty and fun.
“Your back is sweaty,” he said as he pushed me away.
I bit my lip and growled in frustration. “So? A little sweat freaks you out now?”
He unbuttoned his jeans and released his cock, fully engorged, shiny and slick across the head. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
I grabbed his c**k in my hand and squeezed. “So demanding.”
“You can still be on top.”
I pumped him with my hand, making his eyes roll up with pleasure. Now it was his turn to bite his lip. He caught his breath and said, “Up, up, we have to pull out the bed.”
I jumped up and grabbed the cushions, tossing them with gusto across the room to make him smile. He was all business as he pulled out the bed (with sheets on it this time, thank goodness), got his jeans off, then got out the condoms and the lube.
I eyed the lube suspiciously. Who was he kidding? I always got crazy wet for him. Was he thinking about some other girl? Or was he going to try for anal sex?
He lay back on the bed, his gorgeous calendar-ready body waiting for me, and any worries I had flitted away. It was just the two of us, our na**d bodies twining together, giving each other pleasure.
I climbed on top of him, but didn't put his hot, meaty c**k into my pu**y just yet. I kissed him and sucked on his neck, grinding my mound against his erection, squirming around. When I sensed he'd suffer enough torture, I slowly moved down his body until I had my face over his cock. I pressed my face against the silky-soft skin, drinking in the musky scent.