Unexpected Lovers Box Set by J.B. Heller
I could have swallowedmy tongue at the sight of her waiting outside in that little black top and red tartan skirt showing a sliver of her creamy stomach. My dick thought all his Christmases had come at once.
I’ve had to adjust my junk every damn time she’s bent over to roll the ball down the lane. She’s not flashing the whole place or anything, since she’s got black tights covering her legs and hiding all the good stuff under that skirt. But damn, the visual of bending her over my couch in nothing but that skirt and those chunky boots . . .
Hannah strides back to where I’m sitting behind the dingy scoreboard. “Did you get that?” she asks when she notices I haven’t entered her most recent tally.
I blink at her. “Nope. I was distracted by the view.”
Her grin is breathtaking as she leans in and plants a kiss on my jaw. “I’ve been a bit distracted myself,” she croons in my ear, then—Lord, save my soul—she nips the lobe.
“Hannah,” I growl, tugging her down into my lap, unable to go on without touching her again. I shift my hips, letting her feel exactly how uncomfortable this evening is for me. She wiggles, and I have to squeeze her thighs to keep her still. “I’m going to kiss you now, and you’re going to let me,” I tell her before slamming my mouth onto hers.
It’s not gentle or soft. I devour her lips, sliding my tongue along the seam, forcing her to open for me. My fingers dig into her hips when she moans into the kiss, her tongue tangling with mine. I break away, my hard-on now throbbing painfully beneath her pert little ass.
“If you’re done torturing me,” I hiss into her mouth, “I think it’s time to leave.”
Her answering nod is the only confirmation I need. I stand and Hannah’s lithe form slides down my front. Looping my hands around her waist, I bend to kiss her again. She melts into me, and damn, if that doesn’t feel good—the power I have over her body.
“My place or yours?” I ask.
“Mine’s closer,” she breathes.
Suits me fine. I take her hand and lead her to the exit, following her when we reach the street and she tugs me along the sidewalk.
“Three blocks this way,” she says, speeding up once we’re past a group of people lingering in front of the bowling alley.
My fingers flex around her hand, loving her impatience as she curses under her breath at the ‘Do Not Walk’ symbol we’re stopped at. Her booted foot taps rapidly against the pavement, then she’s off, yanking me along behind her the second we’re able to safely cross.
Not ten minutes later, we arrive at her apartment building. I don’t even have time to take in the façade as Hannah ushers us through the doors and into the foyer.
“Evening, Steve.” She waves to an elderly gentleman sitting in a lounge reading a newspaper, a small fluffy dog sitting in his lap, as we wait for the elevator. The dog barks at her, wiggling its tail in excitement, and she smiles impossibly wide. “Hey, Ginger,” she croons, and the dog yaps back again.
Steve eyes me over the top of his newspaper. “Evening, Miss Archer,” he says then adds, “and friend.”
I dip my chin. “Good evening, sir.”
“Eyes off, Steve,” Hannah chastises, and the way he’s looking at me suddenly makes sense.
The elevator doors slide open, and Steve’s chuckle follows behind us as we step inside. The second they close, I have Hannah pinned, my mouth on the sweet skin of her throat. Her fingers tangle in my hair, but we arrive on her floor before I can do anything more.
I grip her hips from behind, rolling mine into her ass as she jams her key in the lock and throws the door to her apartment open. She spins in my arms when we step over the threshold, backing me against the wall then yanking me to her by my collar to kiss the shit out of me.
Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt until she lets out a frustrated little growl and tugs at either side, sending buttons flying. I scoop her up by her thighs, reversing our position as I pin her with my hips, and her legs curl around my waist.
I’m desperate to be inside her, but I need to see her first. My hands slide under the hem of her top, pushing it past her ribs and above her breasts. Our mouths part only long enough for me to pull it over her head and discard it on the floor.
Hannah’s hands latch onto the buckle of my belt, unfastening it then my jeans. Her little hand skates across my happy trail under the band of my boxer briefs until she’s gripping my cock in her warm palm. My hips surge forward, and my neck strains at the sensation that shoots down my spine.
“Bedroom,” I grunt into her mouth with another thrust of my hips.
“Second door on the right.”
Digging my hands into her ass cheeks, I stride down the short hallway before dropping her onto the bed in the center of the room. She jackknifes, arms going behind her back to unfasten her bra while I kick my pants off to the side then let my ruined shirt fall to the ground.
Leaning over her, I take one of her rosy nipples into my mouth before sucking gently as I pinch the other—hard. Her torso arches, pushing her chest into my face. My free hand finds its way under her skirt and hooks in the band of her tights. I tug them and her underwear downwards.
I want her just like this: wearing this skirt, these boots, and nothing else. Her tights pool around her ankles, and I release her breasts to drag her to the edge of the bed.
Her eyes eat me up, roving over my body with liquid heat. She reaches forward and trails a finger down the center of my chest, all the way to the band of my boxers. She flattens her palm over my straining cock before dropping her lips to lightly suck the head through the thin layer of fabric.
“Fuck, Hannah,” I groan.
When she glances at me, the feral need shining in her gaze has me removing my boxers in a flash and reaching for my wallet in my pants. After retrieving the condom, I drop my wallet back to the floor then sheath my cock in the latex. Hannah watches my every move, a seductive smirk on her pretty lips and fuck if it doesn’t make me harder.
Leaning in, I grab hold of her hips and flip her so she’s bent over the side of the bed, her ass in the air, waiting for me to slap it. I’ve never spanked a woman before, but the urge rises in me so powerfully I do it without a second thought. Hannah squeals but pushes back into my awaiting cock, her slick pussy begging for me.
Grabbing her cheeks, I drop to my knees and run my tongue through her soaked folds. She tastes of woman and sex. The sounds she makes move me back to my feet. I lean over her, taking my cock with one hand and guiding it to her entrance before surging forward.
“Ahh, Sam . . . yes!” she cries out, and I can’t stay still. I have to move; I have to fuck.
My thrusts are hard and deep. Hannah quivers beneath me, whimpering with every glide in and out. Reaching a hand under her, I find her clit and run tiny circles around it, never quite touching it where she needs it most. Her body begins to quiver, and I pound into her harder, faster.
“Come for me, baby,” I command, sinking my teeth into her shoulder at the same time as I finally pinch her clit between my fingers.
Her moan ricochets off the walls as her body clenches around my cock so hard I shoot my load. I slow my movements then still inside her. My head spins with the intensity of my release, and I slide out of her warmth before dropping to lie beside her.
We stay like that, panting and staring at each other, for a good few minutes as we come down from the high of amazing sex.
“Better than steak?” I murmur, grinning when her eyes light with amusement.
A small chuckle escapes her. “So much better.”
