Chapter 16
What was I thinking?
He gently lifted my chin with his forefinger. Then those damn blue eyes searched mine for an answer. Or should I be un-Sommer-like and put the ball back in his mitt, so to speak?
Channeling Sarah, I said, “Tell me what you want.”
He slowly shook his head back and forth. “My answer is simple. You.”
“Tell me something else.”
“Not tonight, sweetheart. You’re going to need to say the words. I know you better than you think I do. I see those wheels in your mind turning. What are they telling you to do?”
Silver flecks I had never noticed before made his irises glimmer. “You have such pretty eyes.”
“Um ... thank you. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were stalling.”
I hadn’t been this nervous since ... I don’t know when. My entire body ached for him. It had been way too long since I’d had sex. Sadly, the last time was nothing to write home about. I’d never faked an orgasm so quickly. I’d heard horror stories—mainly from Sarah—about jackhammer sex. At first, I thought she meant it was earthshaking. After my last encounter, I understood the true meaning. Something told me Jimmy would be the complete opposite.
Deciding to go with honesty, I admitted, “I’m nervous. It almost feels like my first time. And I know it is our first time.”
He leaned back and shocked the shit out of me when he said, “Do you ever wonder if it would be your last first time?”
All I could do was blink.
“I’m not saying that’s what this is, but what if that kiss we just shared was your last first one? Would you be disappointed?”
My tongue poked out and swiped my lips. “No, I don’t think I would be.”
“And if I did this”—he cupped my left breast and ran his thumb over my pebbled nipple, sending a shock wave straight to my clit—“would you be upset if that was the last first time someone touched your perfect tits?”
I could feel air fill my lungs, but I couldn’t exactly tell if I was breathing. I figured I had to be since I didn’t pass out on the man. Without another word from me, Jimmy reached around, cupped my ass, and pulled me closer to him.
On instinct, my body ground against his. I could feel his strong hands now splayed across my back, holding me close. Letting me move and writhe until I could feel a sweet coil inside my belly. Tiny flutters, ready to break free. God, was I going to orgasm with my clothes on? Before I could say anything, that sweet coil released, causing a euphoric bliss to sing through my veins.
My head fell back as I rode out the incredible wave. Jimmy toyed with my ponytail before I straightened and looked at him. He had to be suffering. I couldn’t be sure, but if I had to guess, he didn’t come like I had.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Sommer. That had to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I want you, Jimmy.”
“Yeah? How do you want me, Sommer?”
He was going to make me say it, and after what just happened, he deserved to hear it. “Inside of me.”
With a swift motion, Jimmy’s hands went to my shirt. “You should have my name and number on your back.”
“Can’t do it.”
“Yes, I know.” Forgoing the buttons, he pulled it apart, exposing my white sports bra. “I’d been wondering what you had on under there. How come you didn’t have on your business clothes today?”
“You noticed that I dress professionally for games?”
“Sommer, I notice everything.”
“You’re very mature for your age.”
“Beautiful, you have no idea.”
His more-than-five-o’clock shadow scraped against my neck as he peppered my skin with kisses. He caressed my breasts over the bra, pinching my nipples until they beaded under the fabric. Needing more of him, I lifted my arms, and he freed my breasts from the confines of the cotton fabric.
“Perfect. I knew they would be. Ever since that first day you walked into the conference room.”
“You pictured me naked?”
“Pretty much every time I saw you, yes. But if it makes it any better, the reality is so much better than my imagination.”
God, this man drove me wild. His rough, calloused hands molded around each of my boobs as though testing the weight of them. No one would call me well endowed by any means. I had a moderate B cup, but Jimmy didn’t seem to care. I couldn’t help but remember a couple of the girls he’d been pictured with having huge boobs, most likely thanks to silicone.
Jimmy slid me off his legs, my boobs now squarely in front of his face. His warm tongue licked one before giving the other the same attention. Of its own volition, my back arched, forcing me toward him.
My legs felt boneless. As though sensing my need, he flipped me around and laid me down on the mattress. Jimmy hovered above me. “Are you sure, Sommer?”
“Please, Jimmy. I need you inside of me.”
“Miss Bennett, are you begging me?” I scowled and he chuckled. “Get ready because I’m about to worship your body.”
Jimmy peeled my pants off, taking my lacy thong with them. He stared at me, and rather than feel self-conscious about him seeing me naked for the first time, excitement coursed through me.
He licked his lips, pulled my legs apart, and dipped his head between them. Instinctively my hips rose toward his mouth, but rather than go for home, he gently kissed the inside of my thigh from my knee to that sensitive junction point of my apex before kissing my clit.
I could feel my body tense and release with expectancy. So far, he’d been unpredictable. His warm breath caressed my skin as his tongue trailed a sensual line down my other leg. When he got to my knee, he blew a steady stream of air on the trail he’d left behind, driving me crazy in the process.
As soon as I glanced down, he licked me from bottom to top, stopping long enough to suck my clit into his mouth. My hand went to his soft hair. Brazen and strong hands pushed my legs farther apart, my knees stretched outward as his tongue delved deeper inside of me. Heat soared through me as I could once again feel my body begin to rise to that exhilarating crescendo.
Jimmy inserted one finger and then two before curling them up. Without even the need to probe for the perfect spot, I detonated once more, pulsing around his fingers. My entire body craved him. I needed more. I wanted more.
“Ahh,” I cried out as the wave of pleasure rolled through me. Using enough force to get my point across, yet not pull his hair out, I urged him to move up my body.
He licked his lips before crashing them onto mine. In a frenzy, I worked the button of his jeans and carefully lowered the zipper before sliding my hands beneath the material and fondling his perfect ass.
A guttural groan vibrated against my lips right before he broke away from me. “Tonight is all about you. Maybe it’s time you go back to your room.”
I almost laughed, assuming he was kidding, but the serious look in his eyes told me differently. “Really?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Yes.”
Jimmy extracted himself from me. “Trust me, Sommer, you have no idea how much I want to be with you right now, but I need to make sure you truly want this. Because, for me, there’s no turning back. I’ve never felt like this before, and I don’t want to screw anything up.”
Reaching out, I grabbed his hand and sat up. “This entire night hasn’t been what I thought it would be.” His grip tightened around my fingers. “As much as I appreciate you making this all about me, nothing will get screwed up if you make this all about us.”
“Us,” he echoed in a soft, reverent tone.
Nodding, I repeated, “Us.”
He unbuttoned his pants and lowered them, leaving him in navy boxer briefs. My heartbeats came faster, and my eyes admired the outline of his penis beneath the cotton. He wasn’t so overly huge I would fear having sex with him, not that he was small. Like the rest of him, he looked perfect. And when he removed his shorts, and I saw all of Jimmy naked, my imagination had been confirmed—he was perfect.
“Please tell me you have a condom.”
Reaching down, he snagged his wallet out of his pants, pulled a blue foil packet from inside, and held it out for me to take from him.
“Put it on me.”
With trembling fingers, I took the packet, ripped it open, and pulled the disk out. I wanted to admit that I’d never done this before, nor had I paid attention when a guy put it on. At that moment, the only thing I could think of was a nineties movie I once watched where they put one on a banana.
I almost laughed, remembering the scene, but instead, I shook my head. “I’d rather watch you do it.”
That all-knowing smirk appeared, but rather than call me out on my lack of prophylactic know-how, he instructed, “Watch me.” And I did. I stared at him as he pinched the tip and started to roll the rubber down, but he stopped not even halfway, grabbed my hand, wrapped it around himself, and said, “You can help.”
OH MY GOD! That was all I could think when my fingers did as he asked, loving how he felt strong and soft at the same time. Jimmy placed his hand over mine, and together, we sheathed him.
Slowly, he pulled back the covers behind me. I adjusted myself on the mattress and laid my head on the pillow. He looked down at me. “Fucking beautiful.”
Urging him along, I let my knees fall to the side. He took my silent invitation and climbed up on the bed and between my legs, right where I wanted him. His strong arms caged me in, and he slowly lowered himself before sliding inside of me.
And it was right then that I knew Jimmy Hall was about to rock my world.