My Five Night Fling by Maci Dillon
KASSIDY
The next thing I know, I’m stirring awake on the sofa, the lights are dim, and the credits are rolling on the television. We put on The Sapphires, Jarett’s request, as his aunt had encouraged him to watch native movies to overcome the feeling of missing home. I’ve still never seen the end of that movie.
After dinner and a bottle of wine, I curled up on the sofa, my head on a cushion in Jarett’s lap, and he covered me with a blanket, then I drifted off to sleep with him running his fingers softly up and down my back.
Sitting up, I realize I’m alone on the sofa. Across the room on the adjacent sofa, Jarett is sprawled out, legs over the end of the chair peeking out from beneath the other blanket. He’s using his hands for a cushion because I greedily had them all stuffed under my head. Jarett must have given me another to compensate for him when he moved.
He looks uncomfortable yet peaceful, though I don’t feel right leaving him there. I have one of the most important meetings of my life tomorrow, and I need a good night’s sleep. From what I can tell, Jarett hasn’t been sleeping the best this week either, so I hummed and hawed about waking him.
After brushing my teeth and turning off the television, I crouch beside him on the sofa, rubbing and gently shaking his shoulder. Movement behind his eyelids suggests he might wake if I continue to annoy him. I remove the blanket to find his long-sleeve shirt has ridden up and his lower torso, exquisitely defined, beckons me.
I lick my lips, remembering only last week, exploring this muscular terrain.
“Should I be scared?” His deep voice catapults me out of my seat.
I clutch my chest as it beats rapidly from the fright. “The fuck?”
Jarett swings his legs to the side. “You look as if you’re ready to eat me.”
He isn’t wrong. I crave him like a crack whore chasing her next hit.
Instead of giving in and telling him he’s right, I say goodnight and tell him I’m off to bed. Without moving, he raises his sleepy eyes to mine.
I hope Jarett will follow, but clearly, he needs me to spell it out for him.
“Join me?”
With my meeting in the morning with Gabe Lugreno, a good night’s sleep is essential. I can’t risk lying awake thinking of Jarett on the sofa and all the delicious things I want to do to him. Knowing he’ll be beside me will help me to get the best sleep.
That’s the only reason.
Jarett narrows his eyes. “Are you sure you want that, Kassidy?”
Yes, I want it.
No, I’m not sure.
I am, but I know it’s the last thing in the world I should be seeking right now.
Silently, I offer him my hand, and we go to bed.
We wake early from our deep slumber, and I bask in the glory of having Jarett’s arm wrapped around me in a safe cocoon. The closer he snuggles behind me, the harder his erection pulses against me.
I don’t want to move from this bed today, meeting or no meeting, until I’ve had all of him.
“Jarett?”
He moans behind me, the skin on the back of my neck prickling from the warmth of his breath. My fingers glide over the muscular edges of his forearm, silently begging him to touch me.
Jarett responds to my touch, tracing small circles across my tummy. Rolling over to face him, our lips are like magnets orbiting the same planet. Sucking on my bottom lip, then sweeping his tongue across it, I open to invite him in.
Our bodies entwine, moving together, drawing every satisfying touch from the other as our hands explore every crevice. I crawl over him until my clit is rubbing softly against his roaring erection.
“Kassidy, love, I need you so bad.” Jarett groans into our kiss, and I respond in a soft, needy moan, “So much… I need you… too.”
He peppers kisses across my throat.
“These past few days have been absolute fucking agonizing.”
He grunts. “I don’t want to be without you, Kassidy.”
“Stop talking.”
I raise myself slightly until I align with his cock. I grind my pussy over the head of his cock, coating myself in his pre-cum until I’m so fucking horny and close to coming, I need to stop, but I can’t. When Jarett begins trembling beneath me, and I can’t take it any longer, I lower myself until he’s deep inside me.
“Ahh, fuck, woman. Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
Our kiss deepens as I ride him, our bodies joined as one. Panting and moaning into each other’s kiss, I continue to move above him, and he meets every movement with vigor. He flips me onto my back and hooks a leg over his forearm as he pushes himself deeper into my core. My fingers claw at his back. I’m so close.
So. Fucking. Close.
But I don’t want it to end.
“Fucking hell, Kass—”
Jarett quickens his pace, his cock pulsing inside me, pushing me to the edge.
“Jarett, don’t stop,” I pant as he pulls my nipple between his teeth.
“Wait for me. I’m almost there, love.”
Love.
Uncontrollably, I buck beneath him, our bodies slapping together in haste. My moans give out to a loud shriek, my orgasm rushing in as I feel him let go.
Jarett continues to move inside me, slowly, as we both linger in our post-orgasmic state. Moving me to his side so we’re facing each other, Jarett caresses my cheek and kisses me tenderly.
“I’ve missed this so much,” he whispers, his voice rough.
I run my hand over his shoulder and down his chest, committing every inch of his body to memory as if this might be our goodbye. “Me too.”
A few moments pass as we lie in silence, soaking each other up. That’s when I realize we didn’t use a condom. Before I panic, my alarm beeps, and I bury deeper into the covers.
With my phone alarm buzzing incessantly on the side table, I’m due to get up and ready for my day ahead. I groan as I know I must pull myself away from Jarett despite him trying to keep me close.
And I love that he doesn’t want to let me go.
Dressed and ready for business in the new English work attire that cost me more than a pretty penny this week, I enter the kitchen to find Jarett with a large mug of coffee ready and waiting.
Handing me the mug, Jarett peruses me from head to toe, his heated glare approving. “Fancy that, love. You scrub up damn nice for work too.”
My cheeks blush from the compliment. It’s an odd feeling to be preparing for work in a new country and meeting with a boss I haven’t met even though he’s already signed me.
“Are you nervous?” Jared asks as he sips his coffee.
“Not nervous, but I’m filled with jittery excitement. What if now that I’ve come to terms with London being my new home, we meet, and he decides I’m the wrong person for the job?”
“Hmm, I’d call those nerves, Kassidy. For the sake of it, though, how about we put it down to apprehension.”
Yeah, I guess I’m apprehensive, but within the next few hours, I’ll know for sure and have the direction I desire, so I can grasp my new life by the horns.
