Page 93 of The Fallen Man
“Carefully.” Switching the drink to his left hand, he pulled her off the ottoman and into his lap. “Do you really like it?”
“Yes,” he said, kissing her neck. She shivered. His lips were cool from the drink. His hand around her waist slipped under her T-shirt.
“I’m glad you’re back,” she said, leaning into his lips.
“You should have called to tell me about the show,” he said. “I would have brought other celebratory booze.”
“I thought about it, but I didn’t know…”
“Didn’t know what?” Jackson was looking up at her with those blue eyes of his that made her lose all common sense. This was how she ended up fucking him in bathrooms. He smiled at her, and her brain went south for the winter.
“I didn’t think I should bother you.”
“You don’t bother me,” he said. He set the drink down on theottoman and began to work her T-shirt off. Caitlin was pulling off his shirt when he reached for her shorts. “What the hell are you wearing on your feet?” He had finally noticed her custom leg-wear.
“Jessica made them for me. They’re thigh-high slippers.”
He looked in bemusement at the cable knit gray wool legging slippers that ended at her thighs with a pair of pom-pom tassels. “I amsofucking you with those on.”
“Well, my feet will be warm then.”
He laughed and pulled her shorts off. As usual, he had her naked before she’d even gotten halfway through his attire. He pushed her onto the couch and kissed along her thighs, biting at the pom-poms until she giggled. He paused to take a drink and swallowed enough to capture one of the ice chips in his mouth. Then he went back to her thighs. She gasped as he began to drag the chip along her skin, leaving a cold trail. Her heart was pounding as he pressed the ice chip to her center. He circled her clit lightly with it, and she shivered involuntarily. The chip was melting and bringing his lips ever closer to her, and she felt his hot breath as he circled again. His lips brushed over her with the lightest of touches, and she moaned. When the chip was nearly gone, he let it slither down as he opened his mouth and licked her. She let out a small squeak of shock and clutched at his hair as the temperature difference catapulted her into a near orgasm. Her body began to rock with the rhythm he set, and she moaned his name. How could he always get her to this spot so fast?
“Oh God,” she gasped. “Oh, God. Jackson. Jesus, I’m going to come. Harder. Oh, God.” He pushed his tongue into her, and she let out another wordless exclamation, pulling his hair, pulling him into her. Then she came, and she arched back in release.
He sat up, and stripped out of his shirt, laughing at her.
“What’s so funny?” she demanded, breathing heavily.
“Nothing,” he said, dropping his pants on the floor. “It justmakes me happy when you make that noise.”
“That noise is your fault.”
“I know. That’s why it makes me happy.”
“Well, let’s see what kind of noises I can make you make,” she said, sitting up.
“OK.”
“You’re not supposed to agree!” She rose to kneel on the couch and laughed up at him as she rolled his underwear down. She ran her hand over his cock and felt it quiver as she touched it. She kissed along the dragon on his hip while she continued to lightly run her fingers up and down the shaft. It got harder with each pass of her hand.
“Mm,” he groaned and slid his hands into her hair. She had to admit that she did like that noise. The dragon ended around his navel, and she continued upward, letting her breasts brush over his cock. She couldn’t quite reach his mouth while kneeling, so she pulled his neck, making him bend toward her. She let her lips part, inviting him in. She could taste herself on his lips still. She supposed that ought to be gross, but it was a turn-on. She pulled back, letting her teeth sink just a little into his bottom lip. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. He was staring at her as if she had rocked his world. She smiled wider. Good. Let him feel the earth shift for once.
“Katie,” he murmured, kissing her again, more urgently. He was hard between them, and she knew what he wanted. He abruptly pulled away and went to rummage in his jacket pocket on the hat rack.
“We need to start stashing these around the house,” he said, coming back with a condom. “We should just stick a box in the ottoman.”
“No! That’s where all the horrible things live.” She laughed, realizing that she’d sounded sharper than she meant to. “I just… It’s stuff I don’t want to look at.” She stumbled, looking forwords to explain. “I don’t want to put good things next to the bad things.”
“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “I have a box that I put in the attic.” She relaxed at his tone. “And we put all the portraits of my grandfather down in the wine cellar, but to be honest, that makes me a little worried about the wine.”
Caitlin laughed. She should have known he’d understand. She started to sit back down.
“No,” he said, the word coming out as a half groan. “Please. Those things, you, on your knees. That is…”
She turned, grabbed a seat cushion and looked over her shoulder at him.
“This position?” She tried to sound innocent but wasn’t sure she made it. She arched, and he really did make a noise. “This is working for you?”
