Page 44 of The Jellybean Dilemma

When I slid my legs down the ramp, I bumped into Greg’s thigh. “Oh. Sorry.” I instinctively started to pull my feet back, but he caught my ankle.

He didn’t say anything, just pulled one foot onto his lap, then the other. My breath stuck in my throat as a jolt of heat burst through me at his casual touch. Deft fingers massaged the arch of my right foot, and I melted. Holy shit, that feels amazing. I slid down a little more to get the jets right on my back, and my left foot brushed against something…hard.

Chapter Thirteen

My eyes flew to Greg’s, tension coiling within me once more. I’d given Greg a hard-on. To my surprise, he didn’t shy away, didn’t act embarrassed, didn’t stop rubbing my foot. He paused for a drink of wine, then languidly switched to the other foot.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe. How can he be so calm? I had undeniable proof of his attraction to me, and he just sat there. I wanted to climb into his lap and ride him right here, show Greg just how much I needed him. A thrill shot through me at the very thought. But this was Greg, and he had his own pace. The last thing I needed was to scare him off.

He finished massaging my left foot. “How was that?”

“So good, thank you.” I wanted those hands on me in a million other places, even more now that I knew what they were capable of.

A gentle tug on my ankle had me biting my lip before I slid his way. Desire pulsed low in my stomach as I let him pull me sideways onto his lap, draping both legs to one side. I had to turn my torso to face him when I looped one arm over his defined shoulders.

“Hi,” I breathed. Is this really happening?

“Hi.” His gaze roamed my face then dropped to my lips.

His hardness pressed into my hip, teasing me. I needed so much more, but I forced myself to wait. One of his hands settled on my back, caressing my bare skin. I slid my palm up his chest, shifting so my breasts grazed his right side.

Desire pulsed between my legs as his other hand danced along my arm, sliding higher until he cupped my cheek. I leaned into the gentle touch, holding my breath as his thumb caressed me. He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me to him, his lips crashing into mine. Flames seared through me, and everywhere our skin met blazed with a scorching heat.

I tightened my arms around him, my breasts aching as I pressed them to his chest. I couldn’t get enough of him. His hand would surely make an imprint in my back this time.

As our tongues danced together, I shifted enough to let my fingers slide down his smooth pecs, tracing the divots of his muscles. He followed suit, his calloused palms skimming up my sides and over my abdomen. Tentatively, he edged up higher and higher until at last he brushed my breast. I gasped into his mouth, but he just deepened the kiss as he cupped me.

His thumb grazed over my taut nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I writhed on his lap, bringing my hip tight to his erection. He bucked against me as I pressed my thighs together, wanting more. The jets shut off abruptly, and we broke apart at the sudden lack of noise.

Heavy silence hung between us as he stared at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Room?” he bit out.

I nodded, unable to speak through my haze of desire. He stood up with me in his arms. Slowly, he let me slide down his hard, wet body. How do I walk again? When my brain finally started functioning, I followed him out of the tub, both of us dripping, but I didn’t care. We pulled on our robes, then he flung the cover back on the tub, snatched up the wine bottle and away we went.

We barely made it inside the room before his lips claimed mine. The fire consumed me as I ran my hands over his shoulders, to his neck and into his hair. Our tongues tangled together in a furious dance while I shoved at the shoulders of his robe, needing to feel his bare skin.

He tore open my robe and pulled me flush against him, the heat of his skin burning after the frigid air. His cock jumped against my thigh, and I grinned against his mouth. I knew exactly what I wanted next.

My hands slid down his bare torso to the hem of his sodden underwear as I edged him backward toward the couch. I tugged eagerly on the fabric. The wet boxers clung to him, but I peeled them off as he tensed before me. They dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them, deliciously naked.

His body was even more perfect than in my fantasies. I couldn’t stop myself from running a hand over his chiseled abs, down to his hip. His muscles tensed beneath me as I neared his impatient erection. I ran my hand over his hard length, grinning at his impressive size. He sucked in a sharp breath at my touch. The smoothness of his skin taunted me, begging me to put my mouth on him.

This had to be a dream. Any second my alarm would ring, and I’d be yanked back to reality. I grazed my fingers over him, circling his damp tip.

He jerked in my hand. “Rhonda.”

My name held a hint of warning, and I sighed as I let go. He leaned in to kiss me again, but I shook my head with a coy smile. I shoved his shoulders, directing him to sit, and I knelt before him, running a hand over his powerful thigh to his knee. Then I nudged his legs open, satisfaction coursing through me as his lips parted and his breathing increased.

This was a skill I’d honed to make up for not being able to come. If I took the offensive and made a guy go first, they let the matter drop.

But that’s not why I was doing this for Greg.

I loved being in control, loved seeing his desire. I couldn’t wait to see him uninhibited for once. He clenched his fingers into a fist as I kissed my way up his leg, closing the distance to his straining cock. I paused to shed my robe, grinning when he let out a tortured groan, and I hurried to pick up where I left off.

His cock bobbed when I ran a finger down it. I looked up at him through lowered lashes as I parted my lips over his glistening tip, and he seemed frozen. When I licked his shaft, he dropped his head back against the couch as he hummed. I took him fully in my mouth, pleased when his hand brushed my hair.

I wanted nothing more than to pleasure him, to hear him moan my name, feel him pulse in my mouth. I began slowly, my tongue swirling his head while I pumped him with my hand. His groans were music to my ears, the dampness between my legs growing with each guttural sound. His hand flexed on my head like he wanted to hold me there, but it was tentative. I took him deeper and deeper, suppressing the gag reflex until he was fucking my mouth.

Finally, he let go of his inhibitions, his fingers digging in as his rhythm built, and he thrust into me. Delight thrilled me as he let his instincts take over. I felt him harden even more. A hint of salty warning signaled he was close, then he came, shuddering into my mouth. My name burst from his lips as I drank him down, and it had never sounded so sweet. I pulled away, licking my lips.

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