Chapter 5 #2
Shoot. She wanted to be sexy and confident, but she’d never been completely comfortable in her own skin. She liked sampling her own wares a bit too much.
But this was Rocket. She’d seen him eyeballing her ass and boobs more than once. She didn’t think he’d be turned off when he saw her naked, but she wasn’t sure she could waltz out into his room without a stitch of clothing on either.
Deciding to compromise, Jayme took off her jeans, socks, underwear, and bra.
She left on her shirt. It didn’t hide much, but it went down to the top of her thighs, so her most important bits were covered.
Scrunching her nose as she inspected herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind the door, she took a deep breath.
She was who she was, and if Rocket didn’t like the way she looked, it was better to know sooner rather than later.
She opened the door and hesitantly stepped into the master bedroom.
Her eyes immediately went to Rocket, who was sitting on the edge of his bed. He’d taken his shirt off and was wearing only his jeans.
Hoping she looked more confident than she felt, Jayme took a step toward him. His eyes came up from the floor he’d been studying and met hers. Then he took her in, and his breath caught.
And just like that, Jayme felt her confidence return.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as she neared. “You’re so beautiful.”
Jayme had a million responses to that. Her thighs were too big and rubbed together when she walked. She couldn’t get rid of the belly pooch she’d had her entire life. Her hair was too thick; she always seemed to break out when she was super stressed; her toes were too short and stubby.
But instead, she lifted her chin and said, “Thank you. You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
Just as she reached him, Rocket went to his knees in front of her. Even kneeling, he was level with her chest. He really was tall. His hands hovered at her hips, but he didn’t touch her.
“May I?” he asked, glancing at her face.
“Please.”
Then his large hands were on her. At first, he simply rested them on her T-shirt at her hips…
then they slowly inched down until he was touching the bare skin of her thighs.
His gaze was fixed on her body—and he froze when he slowly pushed her shirt up far enough to realize she wasn’t wearing panties.
His head jerked up, and Jayme could see the lust and longing in his eyes. “You’re bare under here?” he asked.
It was a silly question, because it was obvious he’d already seen she was naked under her shirt, but she nodded anyway. “It seemed silly to wear them when they’d just be coming off anyway.”
“Holy shit,” Rocket said under his breath. Then he lifted her shirt above her waist and simply stared.
He did it for so long, Jayme began to fidget. “Rocket?”
“Sorry,” he said, without looking away from her sex. “Trying to get control here. You’re perfect.”
She wasn’t. Jayme knew that. But hearing the reverence in his words made her feel pretty for the first time in ages. She’d taken extra care with her grooming that week, making sure her pubic hair was trimmed neatly and her legs were smooth.
Rocket stood, towering over her once more. He took her shirt in his hands and lifted it up and over her head until she was standing in front of him completely naked.
He immediately began to unbutton his own pants, shoving them and his boxers down his legs before kicking them to the side.
Then he blew her mind by reaching out and pulling her into his arms.
They were skin to skin. Jayme could feel her breasts pressing against his rock-hard body, his erection pulsing hot and hard against her stomach. It was an intensely intimate moment, and he seemed content to simply hold her.
A few minutes later, Rocket pulled back. His gaze flicked to her hard nipples, still brushing against the hair on his chest, before he looked into her eyes. “Thank you,” he said quietly.
“For what?” Jayme asked.
“For trusting me with you,” he said simply. Then he sat on the bed and scooted backward.
His words settled into her heart, and Jayme swallowed hard to keep her emotions from overwhelming her. She followed him onto the bed and settled onto her side next to him. He immediately reached for her and lowered his head.
No words passed between them for the longest time as they kissed.
Rocket’s hands explored her body, touching, caressing, learning what kind of touch tickled and what made her moan.
Jayme’s hands were busy as well, loving the contrast between their bodies.
Where she was soft, he was hard. Where she was smooth, he was rough.
When her fingers brushed over his pulsing cock, he made a strangled noise in his throat and crawled down her body.
“Rocket,” she complained.
“If you touch me, I’m gonna explode,” he admitted. “I want to make you feel good first.”
“I do,” she reassured him.
“Then I want to make you feel better,” he returned, before lowering his head between her legs.
Jayme gasped and opened her legs even wider. She’d never understood what the fuss was about oral sex. In the past, she’d much preferred to use her own hand to help herself get off with a man, but all she could do at the moment was clutch the sheet below her and hang on for the ride.
Rocket used his mouth, his nose, his fingers, his teeth…he was one hundred percent focused on doing whatever he could to get her off. And it wasn’t long before Jayme felt the telltale signs of an impending orgasm.
“Yeah, right there!” she begged as he began to lick her clit. She felt his finger gently fucking her, and she groaned. Her legs began to shake, and she grabbed ahold of Rocket’s head as she hurtled over the edge of one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had in her life.
At the point when she usually backed off while pleasuring herself, Rocket intensified the attention on her clit.
“Rocket…enough…”
He merely grunted and added a second finger inside her pulsing sheath, flicking his tongue against her sensitive nub faster.
Jayme let out a small scream as her orgasm continued. She saw stars behind her eyes and all she could do was hold on and pray Rocket caught her when she fell.
She didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually she realized that Rocket was nuzzling her inner thigh. His fingers were still deep inside her body, and in the past, she would’ve felt embarrassed at how wet she was and how close his face was to her pussy. But amazingly, she wasn’t now.
“Holy crap,” she muttered. “Rocket?”
“Yeah?”
“Please fuck me.”
He moved faster than she expected. His fingers pulled out of her protesting body and she watched as he smoothed on the condom he’d left by the bed. She’d been right before, he was a big man. But Jayme wasn’t nervous. Rocket would never hurt her.
The mushroom head of his cock pressed against her soaking-wet folds, and Jayme widened her legs as far as she could. Rocket groaned as he eased just his tip into her.
“Fuck, Jayme. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she reassured him. Jayme kept her eyes on his cock, looking down her body as he ever so slowly pushed inside her.
He stopped when he was halfway in and threw his head back. His jaw was clenched and he looked like he was in pain.
Maybe because of how intense her orgasm had been, and how wet she still was, Jayme wasn’t feeling any pain at all. Reaching over, she grabbed a pillow from beside her and lifted her ass just enough to shove the pillow underneath.
Rocket’s eyes opened and he met her gaze for a split second…before his gaze lowered.
“That’s so damn hot,” he whispered.
And it was. Lifting her ass improved the angle of his entry, and he slid in the rest of the way. As their pubic hair meshed together Jayme sighed. She linked her ankles behind his ass and grabbed hold of his biceps.
“Move,” she begged.
“I don’t think I can. Not without coming,” Rocket admitted.
Jayme chuckled. “I have faith in you,” she told him.
Slowly, Rocket began to move his hips. He drew back then gently reentered her. Over and over, as if savoring the feel of her slick body around him. It felt nice, but Jayme wanted more. She wanted to see Rocket lose control. Wanted him to feel as good as he’d made her feel earlier.
“Harder, Rocket,” she cajoled. “I’m not going to break.”
“I’m a lot bigger than you,” he said as he held on to his iron control.
“You are. And I love feeling you deep inside me. But I need more.”
At that, his eyes met hers once more. And that was all it took.
“I’ll always give you what you need,” he said, and this time, instead of easing back into her, he slammed his hips forward.
They both moaned.
“Yessss,” she hissed.
He did it again. And again. Until Jayme was once more awash in pleasure. The sound of his hips smacking against her flesh was loud in the room, seeming to echo around them, enhancing the pleasure.
Jayme stared up at Rocket in fascination. His upper chest was red and blotchy from his efforts, and he was panting as he took his pleasure. The muscles in his biceps rippled as he held himself up, not wanting to squish her as he fucked her hard.
Each thrust inside her pushed Jayme closer to orgasm. She’d never been one to be able to get off during actual intercourse, but because of Rocket’s size, and how sexy he made her feel, she was on the verge once again.
Moving one hand between them, she couldn’t resist caressing Rocket’s cock as he pulled out of her body. He was slick with her excitement, and she used that to lubricate her clit as she flicked it.
“Damn,” Rocket said. “Yes, get yourself off. I want to feel your tight pussy strangle my cock. Faster, Jayme. I’m close…”
His words spurred her to move her fingers faster, desperate to give him what he wanted. It didn’t take long. Between his thrusts, his dirty talk, and the way his eyes bored into hers, Jayme was coming.
“Ah, shit, that is so fucking good!” Rocket said just as he began thrusting into her even harder than before. The entire bed jolted each time he pushed inside her, and Jayme knew her boobs were bouncing up and down with the motion.
She also knew the second Rocket lost it. One hand went under her ass and he pulled her in tight as he pushed into her one last time, holding himself as far inside her as he could get and throwing his head back. The veins in his neck stood out as he grunted his satisfaction.
Jayme dug her fingernails into his biceps and watched as he experienced the high only an orgasm could provide.
It was over way too quickly for her liking, before his body slowly relaxed.
He fell to the side, then onto his back, still clutching her ass.
Jayme ended up straddling his lap, and she sat up, staring down at him.
His arms flopped out to his sides and his chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath. “Holy shit, woman. You killed me,” he quipped.
Jayme giggled and felt his cock twitch inside her. She raised an eyebrow.
He grinned. “Well, I’m not quite ready to go another round, but give me five minutes.”
She wouldn’t be surprised if that was true.
One of his hands came up and he lightly traced her nipple with his forefinger. It immediately hardened at his touch. His gaze met hers briefly, before he wrapped his arms around her and turned her onto her back. His cock slipped out of her, and Jayme moaned.
“I know. I need to take care of the condom. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
Rocket eased out of the bed, but before he headed for the bathroom, he pulled the sheet and comforter up and over her body.
Jayme watched as he walked completely unselfconsciously to the bathroom. He was back within a minute, climbing under the covers and taking her into his arms as if he’d done it every day for the last twenty years.
Jayme snuggled into him, feeling completely at ease. His fingers lightly traced her shoulder as they lay there, simply enjoying the feel of each other.
“Rocket?”
“Hmmm?”
“Thank you,” Jayme told him quietly.
He didn’t ask for what. Didn’t tell her she didn’t need to thank him. He simply said, “You’re welcome.”