Chapter 18 – Chris
I might actually be dreaming right now. I’m thinking this has to be a dream because I’m in Jennie Lopez’s bedroom, and the door is closed.
We’re alone, just the two of us, and she’s gazing up at me with these gorgeous dark eyes filled with desire.
I’ve had this dream so many times before, and each time I woke up alone in my bed, wishing it were real.
Right now, she’s reaching for the hem of my T-shirt. Hell, I never got this far in a dream before.
“We’ll have to pick up some condoms tomorrow,” she says casually, as if she’s making a grocery list. She attempts to work my shirt over my head and off of me without disturbing my sling, which is impossible.
“I don’t think this is going to work, honey,” I say. “I’ll have to take the sling off.”
“But your shoulder!”
My shoulder is the last thing on my mind right now. “It’ll be fine.”
She unclips the strap on the sling and gently slips it off me, biting her lip the entire time like she’s defusing a bomb. Finally, she helps me out of my shirt.
“Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” I say as she folds my T-shirt and lays it on her dresser.
Dimples appear in her soft round cheeks as she grins. “I’m pretty sure we’re both awake. I know I am.”
I’m growing harder by the second, and pretty soon she’s going to notice. It’s impossible to hide a hard-on when it’s at full staff and tenting pants.
She stares at my chest and arms long enough I start to feel self-conscious. I’m no gym rat, but I’m also not a couch potato. I have a decent amount of muscle on me, not from lifting weights but from chopping wood, shoveling snow, and chasing down suspects. Is she disappointed?
She lays her palms against my chest, fanning them out over my pecs.
She skims her delicate fingertips across the little bit of chest hair I have.
For a moment, I’m distracted by her pretty fingers topped with peach nail polish.
She has a few dark tatts on the fingers of her left hand, symbols that I’m sure carry important meaning for her.
There are three thin black lines tattooed around her arm just below her left elbow.
“What do these three lines represent?” I ask as I trace the ink.
She smiles at me. “What do you think they mean?”
She’s looking at me like I should know the answer. “The three of us? You, me, and Micah? The three amigos?”
Her entire face lights up. “Yes. I got them right after you guys left Bryce. The tattoo made me feel less alone, like we were still together even if we’d gone our separate ways.”
My heart cracks open. “God, I was such a selfish asshole back then. I didn’t stop to think about what our leaving would do to you.”
“Don’t you dare blame yourself,” she says. Her eyes start to glisten as she’s on the verge of tears. “You weren’t being selfish. You were just living your life. I would never want to be the friend who held you back.”
I cup her face with my left hand. “I don’t deserve you, but as I already admitted, I’m a selfish asshole.” I lean down to kiss her, my mouth settling on hers. She opens for me, and I slide my tongue inside, licking and tasting and stroking her. She tastes like red wine.
Jennie’s fingers skim down my chest, following the trail of dark hair that bisects my abdomen and disappears beneath the waistband of my jeans.
Her fingertips pause a moment to ring my belly button before continuing down to my waistband.
I suck in a breath in anticipation of what she’s going to do next.
When she reaches for my belt buckle, I take a step back. “Maybe we should hold off on that a bit.” When she looks confused, I add, “It’s been a while for me, Jennie.”
She still looks confused. “It’s been a while for me, too.”
“Yeah, well, I’m a guy. It’s not going to take much for me to go off like a rocket after a long dry spell, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh.” She smiles.
“So, let’s just focus on you tonight, all right?”
She grabs the hem of her top and whips it over her head like it’s nothing. Her confidence is a total turn-on. Even after all she’s been through, she’s not afraid.
The sight of her in a plain white bra is enough to make my brain explode.
I’ve imagined this sight a million times, but it was never this good.
I stare at the round tops of her breasts peeking out above the cups, the soft brown of her skin contrasting against the stark white material of her bra.
I can make out the dusky shadows of her nipples beneath the fabric.
Before I can even fire off a coherent thought, she reaches back and unclips her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts—my God. I swallow hard. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
She smiles again, which eases some of the concern I have that this is too much, too soon, after what she’s been through. But she doesn’t seem timid or unsure. Quite the contrary, she seems confident, which I find hot as hell.
I can’t help staring at the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen.
They’re simply gorgeous. Her lush brown nipples are a darker shade than her skin.
I lift my good hand and cup her right breast, which fills my hand perfectly.
When I brush her nipple lightly with my thumb, it tightens into a sweet little point.
When she leans into my touch, pressing her breast into my palm, it’s like she lit a fire in me. I drop my hand to her lower back and draw her in closer. My mouth returns to hers, my lips gliding over hers, coaxing them, nudging them open.
Our kiss heats quickly, our lips and our tongues striving to get closer.
We’re both breathing hard, panting, trying to catch our breath.
I cup the back of her head, threading my fingers through the silky strands of her hair.
God, I’ve always wanted to touch her like this.
To kiss her, breathe her in, immerse myself in her.
But I sure as hell never dreamed this day would come.
She grasps the waistband of my pants and pulls me closer, sucking in a breath when she feels my erection pressing against her body. But she doesn’t shy away from the contact. If anything, she urges me closer. It’s like neither one of us can get close enough.
I know how to fix that.
I walk her to the foot of her bed and start unfastening her jeans. It’s difficult for me to do one-handed, and she quickly realizes what I’m trying to do and jumps in to help me. She kicks off her sneakers, and soon her jeans and pink cotton panties are lying on the floor at our feet.
“Lie back,” I murmur.
She sits on the edge of the bed, and when I push her gently, she falls onto her back. She scoots up until her head rests on a pillow.
For a moment, I’m rooted to the spot, unable to look away.
She’s shamelessly and gloriously naked, right in front of me, and my brain is short-circuiting.
I run my hands up her legs, from her ankles to the tops of her thighs.
Her body is gorgeous, with all its dips and curves and lush flesh.
I run my hands over her hip bones and over her soft, rounded belly.
I’m trying not to be greedy, but I want to eat her up. I want to breathe her in, taste her, lick and suck every single inch of her.
I move up onto the bed to lie beside her. I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose. My mouth settles on hers once more, and we share the same air, our ragged breaths mingling just as our tongues do. I trail kisses down the side of her face to her neck, her throat, down to her clavicles.
Her hands are on my back, gripping and stroking me. She drags her nails down my spine. And the sweet sounds she’s making are driving me crazy.
When I finally reach her breasts, I draw a nipple into my mouth and suckle it. With a soft cry, she arches her back and pulls me closer. “Chris!”
My name has never sounded so good coming from anyone’s lips.
I switch to her other breast and place a soft kiss on that lush, pouty tip. I lick my way down her torso and nuzzle her belly. Slowly, I keep moving down, giving her time to get used to my touch, wanting to be sure she’s okay with this.
When my tongue reaches the junction between her legs, she stiffens, her muscles going taut.
I lift my face and catch her gaze.
Are we okay? Do you want me to stop?
Her only response is to grip my hair tightly and raise her hips. She wants this as much as I do.
With a loud groan, I lose myself in her. I wallow in a fantasy come true. I use the fingers of my good hand to open her up, and then my tongue shows no mercy, licking and teasing and tormenting.
As my tongue worships her clit, my index finger slides lower, through her silky arousal, to tease her wet opening.
Her thighs stiffen when I slip just the tip of my middle finger inside her, giving me a reason to pause.
But the way she moans my name and how she claws at my hair are all the green lights I need.
After waiting and praying for this moment for so long, I won’t risk fucking it up over mixed signals.
Her thigh muscles finally relax, and she lets her legs fall wide open. I coat my finger in her slick arousal to ease the way, and then I slowly slide my finger into her, searching for her sweet spot. When I find it, I stroke her there, gently, relentlessly.
She gasps my name. “Chris!” She sounds so surprised, as if she’s never come this way before. Her fingers dig into my scalp.
My finger keeps on mission, stroking that ridged spot inside her, and my tongue never lets up. Soon, her thighs are shaking. She’s breathing like she just ran a marathon.
“Oh, my God, Chris!” she keens softly. She pulls a pillow over her face to muffle her voice.
I imagine she’s keeping her voice down to avoid drawing attention. Granny’s bedroom is right next door to ours.
I know the moment her orgasm hits her. Her thighs quiver. Her pussy flutters around my finger. She bows her back, lifting her torso off the mattress as a garbled cry escapes her. “Chris!” Her body gradually gentles, and now she’s petting my hair instead of trying to pull it out.
Suddenly, she reaches for me, inviting me to lie beside her. I move carefully, trying not to jostle my right arm, which is on fire now, and settle down beside her. I’m half on her, half off, as I settle my mouth over hers.
We kiss for a long while, slowly, languidly. My good hand travels over her body, finally coming to rest on her breast. I gently roll her nipple between my index finger and thumb, and it tightens into a peak. As I take it into my mouth and suckle it, she moans beneath me.
My cock is a throbbing, aching bystander that wishes he could get in on the action, but we don’t have a condom, so he’ll have to stay in timeout. If we’re lucky, and we get a second try at this on another day, he can have his way.
When Jennie reaches between us and presses her hand to the length of my erection, I choke out a garbled cry. Before I can get out a coherent word, she’s stroking me through my jeans, her fingers curling around me.
My dick is throbbing, and it wouldn’t take much to set me off.
I lay my hand over hers, stilling her movements. “Honey, I’m about two seconds away from coming in my underwear.”
“That would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” she asks as she presses her hand to my chest and pushes me onto my back.
“What are you—” But there’s no use finishing that sentence, because she’s unbuckling my belt. “Jennie—” I gaze up at her determined expression to see a woman who looks like she’s on a mission to save mankind. My heart explodes. “Jen—”
She pulls my belt free of its loops, unfastens my pants, and kneels on the bed so she can tug my jeans and underwear down… all the way down to my ankles, which is when she realizes I still have my shoes and socks on.
With a huff, she unlaces my shoes, pulls them off, along with my socks, and drops it all to the floor. My jeans and boxer-briefs follow.
I reach out and touch her cheek. “Jennie.”
Her dark brown eyes flash at me with fire and determination. “Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
Her brow furrows quizzically. “Isn’t that sort of obvious?”
“Yes, but honey.” I catch one of her hands in mine. “You don’t have to. Next time, I’ll have a condom, I promise.”
“We don’t need a condom for this.”
“Yeah, but—” And then I am rendered speechless because my cock is in her beautiful, generous, mind-blowing mouth.
She’s leaning over me, bobbing her mouth on my erection, stroking my length with the flat of her tongue.
One of her hands circles the base of my cock, squeezing and stroking so damn perfectly I could cry.
Fuck! I’m not going to last a minute. I’m going to embarrass myself.
My dick is throbbing and aching, and my ballsac feels heavy and tight. Fire races along my spine, and my heart is pounding.
Twenty-eight is too young to have a heart attack, right?
My mind might be tripping, but my body knows what it’s doing. I raise my head so I can watch—seeing it is half the pleasure. When she runs the tip of her tongue around the broad head of my cock, catching a trickle of precum, I completely lose it.
I’m done for. I’m—
“Jennie—” I try to warn her so she can pull back, but she takes me in deep again.
Before I can utter another word, my orgasm slams into me.
I cry out hoarsely as my cum shoots down her throat.
My erection kicks and bucks in her mouth, and dear God, she doesn’t miss a beat.
She doesn’t pull back. She’s still bobbing on my cock, her hand gripping the base and squeezing and stroking me through my climax. I come and come and come.
Finally, once the ejaculations slow to a stop, she releases me. Ribbons of cum cling to her lips before she licks them away.
She smiles so shyly at me, as if to say, How was that? Did I do it right?
I close my eyes and groan. “I’m dead.”