Not Really the Outdoor Type(22)

Kendall was torn between taking him her mouth and begging him to slide in her pussy. Jason didn’t give her a chance to do either.

Climbing onto the bed, he stretched out beside her and leaned in for a kiss. Kendall buried her hands in his hair, murmuring her approval against his mouth as he ran his hand up her leg to the downy curls at the juncture of her thighs. She spread her legs, giving him access to that most private part of herself. Jason slid his fingers up and down the folds of her pussy before finally settling on her clit.

The plump, little nub throbbed beneath his touch as his fingers worked their magic, and she almost protested when he pulled away. But it was only so he could kiss his way down her body.

As much as she wanted to feel his mouth on her, Kendall had other more urgent needs right now. She grabbed a handful of his hair, gently pulling his head up just as he reached her belly button.

“Later,” she whispered. “Right now, I need you inside me.”

Jason regarded for a long time, as if debating whether to give in to her demand. Then he grinned. “Your wish is my command.”

Taking a foil packet from the bedside table, he tore it open, then rolled the condom on his shaft. When he was done, he braced an arm on either side of her head and settled himself between her legs. Kendall’s pulse quickened.

Supporting himself with one hand, Jason used the other to position his hard cock at the opening of her pussy. But instead of sliding in right away, he rubbed the head up and down her slick folds. The move was heavenly and maddening at the same time, and she caught his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her.

“Stop teasing me,” she begged.

When Jason didn’t move, she thought he might refuse, but then still gazing intently into her eyes, he slowly slid into her wetness.

Kendall was more than ready for him, but as his length filled her, she still gasped. He felt incredible, and he hadn’t even started to move yet.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper. Jason took it slow, thrusting in and out of her pussy so gently at first she thought she might go a little crazy if he didn’t fuck her harder. Not that slow and gentle wasn’t delicious, but there were times when she liked it a little rough. Now, was one of those times.

“Harder,” she demanded.

Jason obeyed, pumping into her with short, hard thrusts that made the headboard smack against the wall. She matched his rhythm, lifting her hips to meet his. The sounds of their bodies slapping together was as much of a turn on as the sexual act itself, and she gripped his shoulders as she felt herself start to spiral toward Nirvana.

Above her, Jason was biting his lip, as if he was trying to keep himself from coming. Knowing he was so close tipped her over the edge, and she cried out as her orgasm crested.

Jason buried his face in her hair, his hoarse groans sweet music in her ear as he found his own release and came with her.

It was a long time before either of them could move, much less speak, and when they finally were able to, it was Jason’s soft voice that filled the silence.

“So,” he said. “Does this mean you’re coming back to work at the store.”

Kendall smiled and cuddled up closer against his side. “That depends. Do I have to sell any more live bait?”

Jason laughed, the sound a deep rumble beneath her ear. “No more live bait,” he said, then after a moment, added, “And no more spankings, either. I promise.”

Kendall chewed on her lower lip. She’d been wondering how to bring the subject of spanking up in conversation. She was glad he’d done it for her. “Actually,” she said softly. “I made more of a fuss about the spanking than I probably should have.”

He cupped her jaw to gently tilt her head up. “I thought the spankings were the reason you didn’t want to go out with me anymore.”

“In a way, they were. But not for the reason you think.”

“Okay. Now, I’m really confused.”

She pushed herself up on her elbow. “Let me try to explain. When you first spanked me, I was furious. I mean, I’ve never been spanked in my life. And to have my boss do it—”

“Kendall, I’m—” he began, but she put a finger to his lips, shushing him.

“But now that I’ve had some time to think about it, I can admit there was something about getting spanked that…well, turned me on a little.” He lifted a brow, and she hurried on before she lost her nerve. “That sounds crazy, I know, especially since those spankings really stung, but…”

Jason’s mouth quirked as he reached up to tuck her hair behind an ear. “It’s not crazy, honey. A lot of people get turned on by spanking.”