He wanted her…and she knew some part of him always had. That hard cock proved it.
“Sooner rather than later,” she goaded, knowing her false threats were creating a landslide of lust in her direction. Kim licked her lips, loving every second. “I’m going to leave singlehood behind. Leave you behind. Find myself a lover…probably some hot football player…and have lots and lots of sex…”
To emphasize her intentions, Kim dipped a shoulder, letting her bra strap slide over her arm.
“Right about now,” she went on, drawing her shoulders in close to mash her breasts together as she shook them teasingly. “I’m soooo horny.”
Like a bitch in heat. Wet. Wanting.
And from the groan he gave, he was her dog. “Will it be you, Jackson? Or—”
As predicted, the beast took the bait. “It sure as hell isn’t going to be anyone else.” Yanking the strap back into place, buttons flew as he yanked his dress shirt from his body and draped it around her, not even bothering to pull her arms through as he fastened the only two remaining buttons and caught her biceps through the thin fabric, towing her from the hall and through the condo. Past staring partygoers, past the woman she recognized as Veronica, his date, bare-chested he hauled her, her in his shirt. Embarrassing yet somehow invigorating cheers chased them out the door.
Dizzy from the striking reality of it—Jackson was actually going to make love to her—Kim’s heart walloped like a bass against her ribs.
He moved so fast she could barely keep up. Her feet tumbled. The walls whizzed by. Keys twisted. Doors slammed. Anticipation sizzled.
And suddenly they were there, in Jackson’s bedroom, and he was flicking on the bedside lamp. None too gently he thrust her toward the bed. “Sit,” came his concrete command.
Ohhhh…so he liked it rough, eh?
She clenched her pussy at the thought, warmth trickling down her inner thigh as she saluted, “Yes, sir!”, and lowered herself to the edge of the mattress, crossing her legs ladylike in an effort to contain the building pressure in her crotch.
Without another word, keys in hand, Jackson went to the closet directly across from her and unlocked a small padlock hanging from the handle that she’d never really noticed before. Until now not a lot of reason to come in his room. Except to lie about on his bed, smell his pillow and fantasize when he wasn’t home.
“You want me? Well…” The doors slid open and like a director waving attention to his stage, Jackson motioned to the large shelf that dominated the closet’s center between packed-in clothes. “This is me.”
There, in all its glory, reigned the one thing about him she did not know.
“What—” On shaky legs, Kim rose for a better look, shoving her hands through the sleeves of his shirt in the process. Three hesitant steps delivered her to the closet. On the top shelf, Satiny Smooth sex lubricant. Ribbed condoms for her pleasure. All fine and well, but then there were some sort of rubber dildo things, but smaller and still in the package. Three different sizes and colors. All arranged in neat little rows. Wow—he was uh…quite organized.
“What are those?” Was that really her speaking, voice confident, face flaming?
He stood behind her, barely an inch away, but not touching. “Anal plugs. Enhances a woman’s pleasure…and gets her ready in the event a man wants to enter her there.”
So bold. So matter-of-fact, straight out of her best friend’s mouth. Anal toys. Anal sex. Kim’s heart took up residence in her ears, drumming away. “Okay,” she barely managed.
Swallowing, she looked on.
Second shelf. Five sets of various nipple clamps—those she recognized. There were a couple made of plastic, a few that looked more like jewelry and something else that looked like nipple clamps except the pins were attached by short wires attached to some sort of remote box. “Electrocution?”
That shouldn’t turn her on. No. Uh-uh. She should be scared.
But curiosity blazed and her nipples pebbled almost painfully against the lace of her bra as he chuckled. “No, sweetie. Vibration.”
“Oh.” Was she disappointed? Definitely no… But realizing she would’ve let this man shock her—could actually be turned-on at the prospect—she knew she trusted him to bring her pleasure. Completely. Even as her pounding heart took over her body and her mind scrambled to grasp it all.
Reaching past her, he motioned to the tiny vise grips. “They’re sex clamps. These babies can fasten anywhere on your body. The remote makes them vibrate. Very pleasurable for a woman. Makes her come. Fast.”
“Wow.” Kim could believe that…she felt as if she were about to climax just looking at them and listening to Jackson’s smooth, velvety explanation.