Sexy Jerk(68)

And see I do.

Breathing hard, I lick my lips a little, and my heart skips a beat.

Seriously, his ass is so tight. So hot. I shove the lemons aside and wipe my hands, just so I can gawk.

"Well," he says over his shoulder.

"Your ass looks very fine, sweetheart," I giggle, circling the island to get a closer view.

"You know I'm not talking about my ass," he grumbles.

I pucker my lips. "I'm sorry?" I suggest.

Then with a sigh, he turns around to show me his very erect cock. "Sorry! That doesn't work, baby."

I shrug. "I was just trying to have a little fun. You looked so serious sitting at your desk."

"I was working, and this," he points down to his penis that is now jutting straight out, "is what you," he points to my bikini, "did to me up there with your lap dance."

"Oh my." I cover my mouth. "What are you going to do about that? Everyone will be here in an hour, and although you are always the life of the party, I don't think our guests will appreciate you walking around looking like the hotdogs are in your shorts."

Nick steps out of his shorts and strides toward me. "You're hilarious."

Feeling playful, I shimmy my bottoms down and let them fall to the floor. Then I run a finger down my stomach and around my clit. "Is this what you want?"

His dark gaze darts to my pussy. "You know it is."

"Ask me what I want?"

He narrows his eyes. "This isn't a negotiation."

I hop up on the counter with my legs spread wide and start to play with myself. "Oh, this feels so good."

"Tess, it isn't funny. We're having company in less than an hour, we don't have time for your games."

I throw my head back and continue circling my clit. "But you love it when I play games."

He's inbetween my legs now, his gaze so heavy with desire, that I almost give in, but this is way too fun. "Yes, I do, when we have time. Right now we don't have time."

I lift my finger and swipe it over his lips. "I can make myself come in less than three minutes. I'll even let you watch. See, I have plenty of time."

He licks at my finger, greedy-like. "Okay, what do you want?"

I remove my finger from his mouth and cross my legs. "I want to watch you make yourself come."

He shakes his head no. He still refuses to do that one thing for me. "I don't get why that fascinates you. If I needed to jerk off, why would you be there? It makes no sense."

"You've watched me make myself come."



       
         
       
        

"Yeah, because it's hot."

"See."

He just stares at me.

I uncross my legs and continue circling. "Oh, yes, this feels so good."

"Fine," he mutters, and moves his hand to cup my pussy.

I push it away. Tsk. Tsk. "Tonight, after the party?"

"Yes, after the party I'll put on a porn show."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

I give him a smug smile.

"You're such a dirty girl," he growls.

I untie my top and let it fall to the ground. "Good thing that's how you like me. Now let's take care of your little problem. See how easy it is when you just play along."

He shakes his head at me. "You've been a very bad girl. If we had time, there are so many things I'd do to that sassy mouth. But I'll have to save those things for later. Now stand up and turn around. And I don't want you to come until I say so. This is for me."

I never knew how good being bad could be-until him.

I turn around and bend over, so wet for him that I swear I am dripping down my leg. He shows no mercy when he thrusts deep inside me. I gasp, loving the feeling. Loving that we can make love or fuck, and sometimes do a little of both. We've determined we're both living the horny teenager years we never got to experience. Him because he was taking care of his brother, and me because I was trying to do what my parents wanted.

Now we do what we want, when we want.

As he pumps into me, I look around our kitchen, at the bright white cabinets and pale yellow walls, the dark hardwood floors, and the marble countertops, and then I glance at the diamond ring and wedding band on my finger. I still can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with this man.

True to his word, Nick married me and bought us a house in Lincoln Park, both before the first day of summer. The house is one we picked out together. It's a four-bedroom, two-story house with a huge backyard, a swimming pool, and a basketball court, of course. In truth, I'm pretty sure that is what sold him on the house. What sold me was the white picket fence, and the hope of a life I never even dreamed of.