eyes. "Green dress."
"Oh! Um, good, I guess," he says, and it's clear
he actually has no idea. "So you and Miles exclusive now? Doing the whole
relationship thing?"
I shift slightly in my seat. "No, not yet."
"Good. It's smart to play the field, I mean. So you
don't get overly attached to any one person," he says, placing a long arm
along the back of the couch and letting his fingertips trail along my bare arm.
"Uh-huh." The thought comes to me that his aversion
to attachment has something to do with his mother's death, but I keep it to
myself. I look into his eyes and feel a tug in my groin at the hungry
expression inside them.
"Come upstairs," he whispers, and I take a deep
breath, fighting the urge to comply immediately.
"It's been a while."
"I was worried you were starting to have
feelings," he admits. "But clearly I was wrong. And if you and your
boy aren't exclusive yet…maybe you could use another training session."
"Miles has had no complaints so far," I murmur,
leaning in and placing my lips tantalizingly close to his without actually
making contact.
"Oh really?" he breathes. His arms shoot out and
grab me around the stomach. I feel myself being lifted off the couch and pulled
up and over so that I'm straddling him. My body lights up as I feel his
erection pressing up against the crotch of my jeans.
I can't help myself. I press my lips against his and almost
faint with pleasure as he presses his tongue inside my mouth. I didn't realize
how much I've missed his touch. I grind my hips forward, wanting to feel him
everywhere.
Suddenly I hear a clicking sound that I recognize as someone
walking across the marble floors and I dive back across the couch. I see Jack
quickly readjusting his pants as I focus my gaze back on the TV.
"Just wanted to let you know I'm going to bed,"
Ray says to me as he walks in.
"Oh, great," I reply, hoping my cheeks aren't too
flushed.
"Jack, I didn't know you were in here," he
comments, his eyes flicking briefly over to his son. "Your mom called and
said she'd be late. Going over the books."
"Got it, thanks," I reply. He smiles and walks
upstairs. We wait in silence until we can no longer hear his footsteps, and
then I let out a long, slow breath. "We gotta be more careful."
"Come on," Jack says with a grin, and takes my
hand. I just have time to turn off the TV before he's pulling me into the
foyer.
"Jack!" I whisper, tugging back at him, but he
turns to press a finger over his lips, signaling me to be quiet, before he
starts up the stairs with me in tow. We creep up the nearest staircase, and I
find a smile spreading across my face. His boyish sense of adventure is
catching, and I feel a giggle creeping up from my belly as we tiptoe along the
hallway. When we reach the staircase to the third floor, he speeds up, taking
the steps two by two, then dashing down the hall.
When we reach his bedroom, I'm breathing hard, but he turns
right around and presses me up against the door as he shuts it behind us. I
gasp and arch my back as his lips find my neck. He bites the muscle under my
ear, and my hands fly to the hem of his shirt, tugging it off over his head. As
I drop it on the floor, he grabs my arms and raises them over my head, pinning
them to the door with one hand. His other hand quickly unbuttons my jeans and
tugs them and my panties down, leaving them just below my ass.
I cry out softly as his fingers slip against my wetness. I
want to spread my legs further, but they're trapped by the constraints of my
jeans. He circles my clit with one long finger and my eyes open to see that his
face is just a couple inches from mine, and he's watching me. He presses my
hands more firmly against the door so that I can't move at all, and I groan as
he presses his other hand forward, slipping two fingers inside me.
My eyes close as I get lost in the sensation. His thumb
moves to my clit, and he circles me as his fingers move inside me. Suddenly his
fingers slip out, and I feel him tug
"Oh! Um, good, I guess," he says, and it's clear
he actually has no idea. "So you and Miles exclusive now? Doing the whole
relationship thing?"
I shift slightly in my seat. "No, not yet."
"Good. It's smart to play the field, I mean. So you
don't get overly attached to any one person," he says, placing a long arm
along the back of the couch and letting his fingertips trail along my bare arm.
"Uh-huh." The thought comes to me that his aversion
to attachment has something to do with his mother's death, but I keep it to
myself. I look into his eyes and feel a tug in my groin at the hungry
expression inside them.
"Come upstairs," he whispers, and I take a deep
breath, fighting the urge to comply immediately.
"It's been a while."
"I was worried you were starting to have
feelings," he admits. "But clearly I was wrong. And if you and your
boy aren't exclusive yet…maybe you could use another training session."
"Miles has had no complaints so far," I murmur,
leaning in and placing my lips tantalizingly close to his without actually
making contact.
"Oh really?" he breathes. His arms shoot out and
grab me around the stomach. I feel myself being lifted off the couch and pulled
up and over so that I'm straddling him. My body lights up as I feel his
erection pressing up against the crotch of my jeans.
I can't help myself. I press my lips against his and almost
faint with pleasure as he presses his tongue inside my mouth. I didn't realize
how much I've missed his touch. I grind my hips forward, wanting to feel him
everywhere.
Suddenly I hear a clicking sound that I recognize as someone
walking across the marble floors and I dive back across the couch. I see Jack
quickly readjusting his pants as I focus my gaze back on the TV.
"Just wanted to let you know I'm going to bed,"
Ray says to me as he walks in.
"Oh, great," I reply, hoping my cheeks aren't too
flushed.
"Jack, I didn't know you were in here," he
comments, his eyes flicking briefly over to his son. "Your mom called and
said she'd be late. Going over the books."
"Got it, thanks," I reply. He smiles and walks
upstairs. We wait in silence until we can no longer hear his footsteps, and
then I let out a long, slow breath. "We gotta be more careful."
"Come on," Jack says with a grin, and takes my
hand. I just have time to turn off the TV before he's pulling me into the
foyer.
"Jack!" I whisper, tugging back at him, but he
turns to press a finger over his lips, signaling me to be quiet, before he
starts up the stairs with me in tow. We creep up the nearest staircase, and I
find a smile spreading across my face. His boyish sense of adventure is
catching, and I feel a giggle creeping up from my belly as we tiptoe along the
hallway. When we reach the staircase to the third floor, he speeds up, taking
the steps two by two, then dashing down the hall.
When we reach his bedroom, I'm breathing hard, but he turns
right around and presses me up against the door as he shuts it behind us. I
gasp and arch my back as his lips find my neck. He bites the muscle under my
ear, and my hands fly to the hem of his shirt, tugging it off over his head. As
I drop it on the floor, he grabs my arms and raises them over my head, pinning
them to the door with one hand. His other hand quickly unbuttons my jeans and
tugs them and my panties down, leaving them just below my ass.
I cry out softly as his fingers slip against my wetness. I
want to spread my legs further, but they're trapped by the constraints of my
jeans. He circles my clit with one long finger and my eyes open to see that his
face is just a couple inches from mine, and he's watching me. He presses my
hands more firmly against the door so that I can't move at all, and I groan as
he presses his other hand forward, slipping two fingers inside me.
My eyes close as I get lost in the sensation. His thumb
moves to my clit, and he circles me as his fingers move inside me. Suddenly his
fingers slip out, and I feel him tug
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