Many people would call this madness. I call it,
me
.
He was breathing heavily when he broke the kiss, “Okay.”
My heart soared into the air bursting with joy, like a firework. We were consenting adults. There was nothing wrong in doing this.
My hands dropped to the buttons of his pants and released the first one.
His breathing got heavier. I knew he was afraid and anxious, and I knew now the adrenaline would be rushing in his veins too.
I gripped his pants, which hugged his hips so perfectly, to stop them slipping, and met his gaze. “You unbutton the rest, and then you hold them and I’ll put the condom on.”
Fortunately, because they were skinny cut pants, they weren’t loose, and wouldn’t slip down his legs easily.
His breath quickened as he undid his fly, looking down. Then his gaze lifted back to my eyes as he gripped his waistband and his fingers brushed mine.
I looked down, feeling my breathing catch with expectation.
When I slid my hand into his boxers and touched him, I sensed his gaze travel over my face and heard his breath catch too. “Rach.”
He spoke a massive mix of emotion in my name. Like he really didn’t believe we were about to do this.
When I’d gotten the condom on him, I looked up and met his gaze. I felt hunger and desire rage through me. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Jason Macinlay.” My fingers were clasping his nape again as he laughed.
“I should be saying that to you.”
He couldn’t touch me; his hands still held his pants.
“Then lift my legs, I’ll hold your pants, and show me…”
It was like Rach threw down a challenge. I grabbed it up. I was a competitive guy. The blood was racing through my arteries, pulsing into my muscles, and I felt an energy rush as though I hadn’t drunk at all.
When her hands gripped my waistband, as it slipped down to my hips, mine moved to the back of her thighs. Her dress had already ridden up where she’d been pressed against the wall, and now my hands pulled it higher as I held her gaze.
I couldn’t see her face that well in the shadows. All I could really see was the glint from the narrow band of streetlight reaching into the alley, reflected in her eyes. What I felt was the lacy top of her stockings and then soft skin.
Another cop car went by, its siren screaming into the night.
My heart was pounding; it had been ever since the moment she’d told me she’d got the condom.
She lifted easily, she was light as anything, and her legs gripped at my hips, so the soft flesh I held firmed in muscular density.
Fuck. I mean, fucking hell.
One of her hands came between us, while the other still gripped my pants, and angled me toward her.
I loved the feel of her cold gentle hands.
I pressed forward when she let go, looking down.
Shit.
I slid into her precious warmth, feeling the pressure as her inner planes stretched to let me fit. It was a beautiful feeling.
My first time with Lindy had been as awkward as hell. I’d never been with anyone else. But this wasn’t awkward at all, and we were in an alley, in the middle of the city, up against a wall.
“Rach…”
One of her hands left my hips again and brushed across my hair as our gazes met, and I felt like I was suspended in a world which just contained her. She was crazy, and she was turning me crazy with her. Her body was hot, literally in comparison to the cold night air, and metaphorically; her figure was perfect.
Conscious of the hard wall she was against, I took it slowly. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“Jason.”
Her fingers were holding my pants again, her thumbs brushing my skin as she stopped them from falling, I could feel how hard she gripped, like she was hanging on for dear life, not just holding them up; the knuckles of her thumbs brushed my buttocks as I moved.
“Ahh.”
Her cry was whispered, but she left me in no doubt that she was enjoying this as I pressed in deeper. She felt so good. I hadn’t thought her muscular, but I could feel her stomach muscle clasp inside her.
My breathing became a shallow, calm rhythm, as it did when I ran.
I wanted to touch her with my hands, to knead her breasts. And I wanted to kiss her skin all over. I couldn’t. It felt like having my hands tied, having to hold her up, my fingers gripping her slender thighs.
I was aware of the sounds around us, of people in the street at the end of the alley, of the cars, of sirens, shouts and laughter. I screened it all out and focused on her. But I felt like a hunter, aware of everything and yet choosing what I listened to. If I heard someone coming into the alley I’d know it in a second. It didn’t detract from my pleasure. It heightened it.
Rach was breathing heavily now, to the rhythm of my invasion. I could tell she was totally absorbed in what I was doing to her. I’d never felt Lindy focus like this.
Hell, I wanted to stop thinking of Lindy, but it was so hard not to compare.
“Ah. I can’t… I wanna touch you.” I could feel her fingers itching to let go of my pants. “Faster…” she urged. “Do it faster.” The hot breath of her whisper came over my lips.
Well, she’d asked.
I quickened my thrusts, but I still held back a little. I didn’t want to push too hard and scratch her lovely ass. My hands shifted a little higher so my fingertips cupped the first curve of it, and I pressed in and withdrew, in …
“Rach.”
“Jason.”
The heat inside her seemed to be burning, building like an inferno and she pushed against me, matching my pace, making me want to shove into her harder.
Her shins gripped at the back of my thighs urging me on.
She was wet as hell and I wanted to touch her there.
I kissed her.
She opened her mouth and kissed me back, but it was like she couldn’t close it as her breathy sounds grew heavier, steaming up the air about us.
“Uh.”
“Uh.”
Of course with Rachel, there was no holding back.
I pressed my lips against her jaw, her neck.
“Uh.”
“Uh.”
“I’m gonna come … ”
Lindy always screamed out really loudly at the end, I couldn’t cover Rachel’s mouth, my hands were gripping her thighs. Fear pierced into my chest like a knife, and with it an erotic sensation lanced through my nerves; a part of me didn’t care if we were found, the risk had become part of the pleasure.
But Rachel didn’t cry out. Her head tipped back against the wall and her body arched toward me, and I felt hot fluid inside her and a grasping spasm, which… Fuck.
I came too. Tumbling over an edge along with her and falling into a canyon of excruciating bliss. I knew my hands probably gripped her thighs too tight, and I probably pressed in too hard on the last thrust as I lost control. But God, it was good, incredibly good, as the whole night had been. As she’d said, a perfect ending. And none of the sex I’d had with Lindy had been like that.
Her forehead fell against mine, bringing me back into the alley, and making me realize I’d forgotten to keep listening in case anyone came. But for a moment, I hadn’t cared.
“You okay?” I whispered.
“Yeah, you?”
“Yeah.”
I withdrew and let her legs down gently.
“I’ve got a tissue for the condom.”
I gripped my pants as she reached into the bag, which had been hooked over her arm the whole time.
When she pulled down her dress and straightened it, I did up my pants. It felt like I was looking at her through a haze. Perhaps I was still drunker than I thought. It felt like I’d dreamed this.
“Let’s get a cab.” Her fingers threaded through mine.
“Yeah.” We’d begun something tonight and for the first time in my life, I had no idea where I was going or what would happen next. But I’d gotten on a rollercoaster and I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t get off.
Inside his apartment, as soon as Jason shut the door, I pressed him back against the wall and kissed him again, pushing his leather jacket off his shoulders.
We’d been kissing all the way up in the lift.
He let his jacket slip off.
I began on his shirt, pulling it out of his waistband and upwards.
His eyes were a little glazed as he watched me but he let me strip it off him. I touched his fabulous chest.
We’d not even turned on the lights, but the floor to ceiling window in the living room let in a flood of moonlight.
My fingers ran over the firm contours of his abs, beautiful ridges and hollows, and then my touch stroked upward to his pecs.
“My turn.” His voice was husky and quiet as his fingers gripped my dress by my hips, then they fisted and he drew it up.
I felt my stomach lurch as he did, and saw heat in his eyes.
I was naked underneath it, bar my stockings. I knew he knew that now.
The soft jersey slid upwards over my upper thighs, over my hips, my stomach and my breasts, catching on my nipples and sending sensation spinning down into my belly. He pulled it off over my head and let it fall on the floor.
My arms dropped onto his shoulders and his hands fell and gripped my buttocks, hard, pulling me against him as his lips came down on mine.
I was standing against him in only my stockings and high-heel boots, and my breasts were crushed against his chest.
I was hot and hungry again. Desperately hungry, I wanted him between my legs.
He broke the kiss. “Did you get anymore condoms?”
“Why, haven’t you got any?”
“No.
Did you
?”
“Luckily for you, I did.”
His hands firmed on my buttocks and then he lifted me, only a little, so my feet were off the floor.
I laughed as he walked toward the bedroom, and wrapped my legs about his thighs. This was unbelievable, wonderful.
In the bedroom, he set my feet back on the floor. “I daren’t just drop you. The mattress is a little low. But now I want you to lie down.”
“In a moment.” I dropped to my knees and undid his pants. Looking up at him and smiling. I was still drunk; I knew I was. My conscience and condemnation would kick in after a few hours, but not now, not yet.
His fingers gripped in my hair when I kissed his tip, and a sigh of ecstasy left his lips when I consumed him, the taste of salt tickling my tongue.
I glanced up.
He was watching, pleasure and need cutting into his features.
“Enough, Rach,” he whispered after a little while drawing me away. “Lie down.”
I did, letting him lead for a bit, as I’d let him lead me to the booth in the club.
He stayed standing and pushed off his pants and boxers.
I was resting on my elbows, watching him strip for me. It was the best show ever, he was so perfectly gorgeous. I’d never dated any guy in such good shape as he was, in fact I don’t think I’d dated anyone I’d consider to be as handsome as he was.
When he was naked, his gaze ran over me, hovering on my legs, the point between my thighs and my breasts.
“Rach?” He was such a nice guy, even now he was asking if I was really sure.
I was sure. I’d been sure in the alley. I was even more certain now.
I lifted my hand. “Come here.”
He dropped on to his knees on the mattress then came over me, kissing my lips first, then my cheek, then my jaw, and my shoulder, then my breast, while he remained on all fours.
His teeth caught at my nipple and I gasped.
He glanced up and smiled, a very sultry smile. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be…” It had sent a sharp spasm of excitement cutting though my chest.
His head lowered again and he began licking and sucking my breasts.
This was beautiful insanity.
My fingers gripped the covers at either side of me, and I longed to be without my boots so my toes could grasp the covers too. The way he touched me was too sweet. He was so gentle.
“Rach, do you know how beautiful you are … ” The heat of his words brushed over my breast, and then he kissed across my sternum and sucked the other breast.
I wanted to touch him, but I didn’t want to touch him because I didn’t want him to stop.
I pressed my head back into the mattress and just clung to the covers and lay in the pleasure of his adoration.
Jason Macinlay, I hope your Lindy, tells you how good you are at making love, she’s clearly lied to you about how well you can dance. I hope she hasn’t done the same with this.
He kissed across my stomach but he didn’t go lower. Then when he came up higher and kissed my lips, his fingers invaded between my legs.
My hips arched against his touch. I wanted to feel him there again, as he’d been in the alley.
“Rach.” His fingers left me and the weight of his thighs and hips came down on to me.
“The condom.” I whispered urgently, I didn’t doubt he was clean, but God, Declan had never been into safe sex. I’d never cared for myself. But I cared for Jason. I didn’t want him catching something bad from me.
“Where are they?”
“In my purse.”
He moved off me in a moment, and I felt cold as he went into the other room. But he was back in seconds and tearing the packet open. Then he put it on before he came back down over me.
I lifted my legs and then remembered I was still wearing my stiletto boots.
Dammit, I didn’t know what to do with my legs. If I wrapped them about his, my heels might cut him. If I pressed them into the covers I might tear them. But within moments, I didn’t care.
“Oh.”
He was working already, swift and hard.
He had the muscle definition from his running to be skilled, and he had the length and width to drive a woman insane. I was having the best sex I’d ever had. “Hell. Jason.”
“Do you always talk your way through sex?” He was laughing at me.
“Yes, what’s wrong with talking through it? It increases the connection. Or do you wanna try tantric breathing?”
He was still working within me.
My fingers clawed into his shoulders as the feeling became excruciatingly perfect.
“No, I don’t want to try tantric breathing. I just want to have great sex, with a fantastic woman.”
“Tantric breathing
is
great sex.”
He leaned over me and gave me a swift sharp kiss, as his hands still bore his weight. Then he whispered over my lips, his eyes burning bright, “Just shut up, Rach.”