Page 39 of American Sweethearts

“I’ll get it.” She walked over to the dresser, went down on her knees so that I had a full view of her ass in that lacy thong, and pulled the drawer. She sucked in her breath at whatever she found. I did have a lot of stuff. Hell, she’d given me most of it.

She pulled out a long black velvet pouch and looked inside. “This one?” she asked as she pulled out the neon green vibrator I loved.

I couldn’t talk, so I gave a sharp nod.

After a moment, she gently lifted out the harness we’d bought together years ago, and that she’d used on me dozens of times. My heart thumped in my chest with anticipation. Breaths coming in shorts pants. I saw her grab a cock ring and thick butt plug, too, before walking over.

She put the harness and the vibrator on the edge of the bed and walked on her knees to kiss me hard, tongue stealing into my mouth hot and sharp. There was an intensity to her tonight that was igniting a fire in my veins.

When she pulled back, she held up the cock ring I assumed was about to go around my cock and balls.

“If I put this on you, will you leave your dick alone until I’m done in the shower?”

I swallowed hard, loving and hating this game.

“Yes,” I croaked, already tugging on the elastic band of my briefs.

Once my cock was out, she made short work of getting the cock ring on, as I sat there with my chest heaving like I’d run for miles. She was close enough that her breasts were just inches from my mouth. But the game tonight was that she asked for what she wanted. So I waited.

“You want these?” she asked, voice full of mischief with smile to match, as she worked on taking off her bra.

“Always.” She pressed in just enough that I could lap on her with my tongue, still I didn’t move until she told me how she wanted me.

“Suck on my nipples, and use your teeth.” Her words were sharp—an order, not a request, and fuck, I was so turned on I could barely think.

I leaned in and closed my lips around her and sucked hard. “Mm.” She moaned and took my hand, placing it right over her pussy. “Do me with your fingers.” Her hips were rocking back and forth, fucking my hand. And my dick was so hard I swore it would just snap off if I touched it.

“J.” She hummed as I bit one nipple while pinching the other. My other hand was pressed to her heat, thumb right over her clit. Working it just like I knew she liked.

She sucked her teeth after a particularly sharp pinch and pulled back. “Enough.” She was flushed, sweat beading her forehead and her eyes glassy. But I could see there was something slightly off. Something about the way she was looking at me. Like she wanted to get lost in what we were doing.

“Put that in,” she said handing me the butt plug, then pointing at the vibrator. “As soon as I come out of the shower, that cock’s going in your ass.”

With that she got off the bed and gave me a full view of her ass as she bent over to take her thong off. I was proud of myself for not leaning in to take a bite.

When she slammed the door of the bathroom closed, I slumped against the headboard, my dick bouncing against my belly.

Whatever was going on with Priscilla, she was going to fuck it right out of her head. If I was a better man, I’d ask her what happened, make her talk. But I was only human.

chapter twenty-six

priscilla

I let myself have another minute under the hot spray of J’s shower, trying to get myself together. The last couple of days had been a blur. We’d worked around the clock on April’s case without making much progress. I’d done what I could and when the lieutenant sent me home, I came here.

All I could think of on the drive in was how bad I wanted J. How I needed to feel connected to something, and he was the only thing that came to mind. And without having to tell him what I needed, he knew. J could get me out of my head and back into my body better than anything else could.

I stepped out of the shower and let myself think about him waiting for me on the other side of the door, hard and needy. He’d let me have him, play with him, give him pleasure, taste him, and then he’d turn around and do the same to me. My core clenched, already wet from thinking of what was to come. I ran a towel over my hard nipples, between my legs without trying to relieve the need there. It would be so much better to wait.

Before stepping outside, I tossed the towel in a basket by the door and looked at myself in the mirror, my dark brown skin still a little damp, but clean. Soft from the warm water. I loved my body, my curves, every bump and stretch mark and I knew Juan Pablo did, too. He knew this body as well as me, and I wanted to give all of it to him tonight. It felt so necessary, it scared me.I’d long ago given up on thinking of him as a touchstone for my life, as something to rely on. But tonight when things had felt so heavy and so daunting I thought I might break, being here made it better. I redid the bun on my head, feeling some of the dampness from showering without a cap, and walked out.

J was standing by the bed totally naked. He could’ve been radiating heat. All those muscles somehow more impressive than usual tonight. J was beautiful, he’d always been beautiful. But now at thirty-five, there was a strength in him that hadn’t been there before.

“Are you all right?”

If Juan Pablo only knew this was when he was most dangerous to me. When he looked at me with equal parts hunger and softness.

I thought about hedging or giving him a half answer. But I knew if I didn’t say something, he’d keep asking. “Later. I promise. Right now, I don’t want to talk. Come here.” I stepped up to where he was, wanting to be close to him, and felt the rush of blood in my temples, knowing I was about to lose myself in what Juan Pablo and I could do together.