That Thing You're Good At (A Starview Novel Book 1) Page 7

  “I’ll take you home, bring back gas tomorrow and you can drive it home. How does that sound?”

  “You would do that?”

  “Not for anyone, but for you I would.” She was quiet for a second before she looked up at him, her blue eyes big and round. “Why?”

  “Because I like you and I don’t feel like standing around here much longer should I get shot at.” She barked out a laugh at the comment and he liked it. He liked her. A lot.

  “Hop into my truck Holly and I’ll take you home.”

  “Home? You and me? In your truck?”

  He turned back in his step and opened her car door providing his hand as she stepped out. “Is there a problem with that, Holly?” he murmured, taking a step toward her, capturing her between himself and her car.

  “It’s dark out. Nobody is here. You mean you’ll drive me all the way home to my house?”

  He grinned at her anxiousness and the way she scanned the road for any potential witnesses. He closed the space between them and kissed her cheek softly, noticing her breathing halted as he did. Had he overstepped? He had to check and released the death grip she had on his hand and ran his fingertips up the bare skin of her arm until he reached the back of her neck and moved her face closer to his until he could kiss her lips. He started out gently, testing the waters, and as he felt her hands move up his chest and lock around his neck he deepened the kiss and oh was she there to meet him. She tasted so damn good. Too good. Good enough to make his pants tight and his dick hard as a welding rod against her stomach. He knew she felt it too as she her body swayed against his and a moan slipped out as their mouths parted.

  “People will see us drive together.” she panted against his lips and he couldn’t resist them and kissed her again. His tongue tasting hers, his hands skimming the side of her dress covering her bosom. Fuck she was perfect, everything about her was.

  “Other people are overrated, Holly.” His breath strained as she ran her hands down his back to cup his behind, pushing herself against his erection. “I notice you have a lot of talents, Holly.” Her hands stopped at the comment and he cursed himself at his own stupidity. “Sorry,” he managed, “didn’t mean for it to sound that way.”

  “The tabloids say you do too, Jake.” Her hands retreated up his back, and he missed the grip she’d had on his ass. He leaned close to her ear and murmured deeply, “that’s the thing with country boys. We know a lot of stuff. We watch a lot of porn. Might be sleeping with a lot of girls. But we certainly don’t advertise about it. We don’t Facebook about it. It’s a treat if you will.”

  “Tabloids don’t know shit then, right?” she gasped as he suckled her earlobe and teased her hardened nipples through her fabric of her dress.

  “I might be good at some things,” he managed as she ground herself against his crotch again. “I’m more inclined to figure out what’s you’re good at.”

  Chapter 13

  HOLLY

  Straddling his waist, she let her hands travel up his muscular arms and connect behind his neck. With a need to touch him, everywhere, she sealed her mouth with his, craving him. She felt his tongue dancing with hers, passionately, until he made a guttural male moan and she shivered in pleasure. By the time he broke the kiss they were both desperate for air. His large strong hands traveled up the back of her dress as is he owned her body until he tangled his fingers into her hair and stared into her eyes.

  “This is not what I meant for you to do when driving me home,” she gasped and felt his hand roam her back, cupping her behind in his large hands.

  “No, but I did,” he moaned as he caressed the skin of her neck, sucking her earlobe into his mouth as he pulled her closer on top of him on the couch. In the moment she felt his cock against her warmest place she knew if this continued she would come in his arms, on his lap, still dressed. He rolled his hips up into her again while holding her hair steady in his hand to look in his eyes. She gasped at the last thrust of his hips and noticed a grin tug at the corner of his lips. Jake was naughty . . . good God.

  Every time she thrust back against him, he grunted, his pupil dilating with desire. Her hair was disheveled, with strands of blond falling on her forehead. Her hands gripped his strong shoulders and he pulled her in to get another taste of her mouth.

  A second later she was standing at his feet gasping for air, pushing her hair from her face. Jake moved himself to the edge of the couch and smoothed his large hands from her shoulders, following the curve of her breasts, and down to the hem of her dress.

  “Off,” he commanded and pulled at the skirt of it. She sucked in air and he must’ve seen her reluctance.

  “I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t want to. I do nothing I’m not fond off. This,” he moved the tip of his fingers from her throat and into the valley of her breasts, “is something I am very fond off. Strip, Holly.” Her hands trembled at his command but followed through as she dropped each side of the shoulder straps of her dress, letting it pool at her waist. Damn extra weight.

  “Keep going,” he murmured, and she watched his hands turn into fists against his thighs as he gazed at her. She closed her eyes and bent back to unclasp her bra and with a long exhale she dropped it to the floor.

  “Jesus Almighty.”

  She opened her eyes at his statement and found him stare at her, all of her: from the top of her head to her bare upper body. His fingers traced the skin under one breast and she gasped at the heady sensation until his hand came behind her back and pulled her into his mouth, sucking one nipple into the top of his mouth until he had his fill. She looked down to find her skin glistening in his saliva and if she hadn’t been damp before she became so instantly. She glanced down at his fingers making speedy process of the belt in her dress, then her panties was granted the same faith.

  He leaned back on the couch taking in the view before him and she watched him lick his lips. He reached around to her bottom to help her straddle him once more sealing his mouth with hers. Her hands traveled down his muscular chest feeling every quickened breath beneath her touch until she reached the waist of his pants and unzipped them.

  “You’re playing with fire doing that,” he groaned into her mouth and deepened the kiss, owning her mouth while his hands roamed her body like an addictive wonderland. She freed his erection from his pants and broke their kiss to see what she had in her grip.

  “And your thoughts are what?” he smirked, seeing as she had stopped breathing.

  “I . . . you . . .”

  “I have a grand cock. Compliments are always welcome, Holly.” She grasped his erection with one hand noticing two deemed more sufficient and stroked the velvety warm skin, welcoming the twitch under her touch as her fingers moved up and down the shaft.

  “Holly,” he growled and stilled her hands. “I’m aching to blow. Let’s not make me come yet.” He grabbed her waist and lifted her on to his jutting cock. She felt the tip tease against her wetness.

  “Condom, Holly?”

  “I’m on the pill,” she mustered against his mouth and he nibbled on her lower lip, kissing her as she spoke.

  “Fuck without it then?” She nodded and sealed her lips with his as he sank her down on him, taking his size inch by inch until she was full of him. She gasped at the saturation and it took a second for them both, gasping into the air.

  “Ride me, Holly.”

  * * *

  JAKE

  With his cock still aching to blow he gritted his teeth not thinking about the beauty he had riding his cock to perfection. Her lips parted and the echo of her gasps each time his cock hit the very back of her pussy made him tilt his head back against the couch, gripping her waist tighter. Reducing speed would help his imminent release. Fuck she felt good on his cock. As he looked up, she bounced on him and her breasts jiggled. Fuck, he loved that too and was exactly why he’d grown tired of model-thin women with no give.

  His hands dug into the skin at her waist, her breasts, heavy from their cheer
size, nudged his face and he caught one taught nipple between his lips as she moved and sucked hard. She slowed and pressed herself harder against his mouth and if this was the way he’d die, "smothered by breasts" would be proudly presented on his gravestone. The slow pace of her pussy moving him in and out made a wave of pleasure then discomfort of holding back his release. He moved a hand down between them and found her wetness and her hard clit, exposed and needy. In desperation of his rapidly coming release he squeezed it and she gasped before she grew quiet, her mouth open in silent awe.

  The silence before the storm, he thought, and rubbed it quicker while pushing his cock hard and relentless into her wet heat.

  “Come on me, Holly. Come hard!” He groaned and with his other hand pressed her down as his pelvis slapped against her pussy. “Holly, come. Fuck!” he groaned and sucked her breast into his mouth touching all of Holly’s sensitive spots at one time.

  Two seconds passed then Holly released a guttural scream and shuddered against him, her legs giving out tremors from her release. That was it, he thought, and sealed his mouth over hers as he groaned, “I’m coming in your warm pussy, Holly. Fuck.” The heat pushing at the end of his spine pulsated through his groin and up through his shaft. The sheer force of his orgasm made him cling to her body as a rescue boat in a wild storm, attempting to slow down his harsh breathing into the skin of her sweaty neck.

  A few moments passed and he ran his hands up her thighs and her back until he lifted her head from his shoulder and found her eyes.

  “Are you all right, Holly?” Her eyes were hooded and a soft smile danced on her lips. “I’m not used to this Jake.”

  She looked drained. He gently placed her forehead against his and kissed the tip of her nose. He couldn’t resist her vulnerability. A few months ago, in his New York apartment, a woman would have already been up from his lap thanking him for a good time and gotten dressed. This was different. He stole a kiss from her lips and leaned into her hand as it came up to caress the side of his face. The stubble he’d forgotten to shave rasped against her skin.

  "Fucking, Holly. You mean you’re not used to fucking?” he grinned as she sat straighter in his lap and covered her face with her hands, hiding from his words. He loved the modesty and he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. He leaned his head back on the couch and laughed, deep and freely. Something he hadn’t done in a long time. She released something inside him, something that wasn’t pretend or for show. He felt pride in Holly showing herself to him albeit her insecurity and with that showing him how to truly be himself.

  “Don’t say that word,” she whispered behind her hands before he took them away from her face and kissed each one. A blush tanned her cheeks, and he found it blazing hot.

  “You mean fuck.” He watched her recoil, and he laughed some more. “Fucking your sweet, sweet pussy, Holly.” She cringed another time and hid her face against his chest, her breath moving the hair at his pecks. In one swift move he stood and wrapped her legs around his waist, his softened cock still inside her warmth.

  “Bathroom, Holly?”

  “Oh, you don’t have to carry me, I weigh—“

  He squeezed the hands at her buttocks harder making her squeal. In delight, he was sure, and he made a mental note for later. “Bathroom, Holly,” he repeated and stared at the soft features of her face until she brought up her shy look to meet his.

  “Down the hallway and to the left after my bedroom.”

  With bare feet he strode down the hallway with Holly clinging to his body until he found the half-opened door and pushed it open with the help of his right shoulder. He let her slide down his body until her feet touched the tile floor beneath them and opened the glass door to the walk-in shower and turned the knob for the warm water.

  “Inside, Holly,” he motioned with his head and moved in behind her, letting the water cascade down their bodies. “Let me wash you,” he found the lavender-scented soap on the tiled shelf at his side and with its foam caressed her body. Softly at first until he noticed Holly opening her mouth in a gasp as his fingers found their way between her butt cheeks. Nobody has ever had you there, he thought as his fingers trailed the way to her puckered hole, pushing gently at the opening.

  “Jake,” Holly gasped and grasped at his wrist.

  “Yes, Holly,” he replied, kissing the back of her wet neck, his hand caressing her body.

  “I’ve . . .”

  “Never done that before, I get it.”

  “Sorry.” He turned her and pressed her soft body against the cool wall-tiles as he kissed her deeply, his hands holding her still.

  “Never apologize, Holly. I just want you so damn badly, all of you.” He kneeled at her feet feeling the water cascade over his back as he placed one of her legs over his shoulder and with a smile found the sweetness he’d been looking for. “God you look good, Holly.” And in his next breath he made sure of her taste.

  Chapter 14

  JAKE

  “Roll over, sweetheart,” he murmured and smiled at her bewilderment among the sheets. “A lazy 69,” he replied casually and moved his head between her creamy thighs as she squeaked and tried to pull away in embarrassment.

  “You lie down on your side and we get each other off. I eat you, you blow me. It’s a win–win really.” This woman was going to be his death, but before he could go any further, his cock begged for attention and he needed to kiss her right at her center and hear how she gasped at the feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been addicted to a woman they way he was to Holly. “Ohmyfuckinggod,” she moaned as he tightened his arms around her waist and chuckled against her delicate, wet skin in response.

  The morning light came in from between the wooden blinds and colored her comforter in stripes of light and dark maroon hues. He looked over and noticed he hadn’t been dreaming. The usually empty space next to him in bed was occupied and oh what a sight it was. Her breasts were free from the bedspread as she slept on her back and he couldn’t do much else than gawk, and taste. Yes, he should definitely taste.

  He moved closer and rested his head on his left hand as he ran his other hand under one large soft breast. Heaven, he thought and swallowed hard when her nipple puckered as he kissed his way around it. Slowly licking the hardening peak.

  “Not a bad way to wake up,” Holly smiled and opened her eyes. He grinned at the comment and bent his head to have another morning taste of heaven. Warm, wet skin met his tongue and eager as he was he suckled the hard nipple until her back arched of the bed and she moaned. God, she was paradise and before last night he didn’t know how much he’d starved for a connection. Holly was sex on a stick, soft curves and smiles.

  He moved his mouth slowly across her chest as his hand grabbed the heavyweight of her other breast and pushed it against his open lips, his tongue desperate for more of her. He repeated his feast and didn’t hold off until he released a groan and gasped for air as Holly grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

  “I’ve got to ask,” Holly asked as they came up for air. “What does someone like you do at a local dating event anyway, Jake?”

  “Someone like me?”

  “Yeah, you know what I mean.”

  “No. Do explain, please.”

  “What?”

  “You lived a glamour life in New York. You’ve been famous—“

  “Past tense, kill me will you?”

  “Does it bother you that the press isn’t hunting you down?” He chewed on that for a while before he answered. “It shouldn’t, right?”

  “I wouldn’t know, never had the aspiration nor have I’ve ever been famous.”

  “Drew keeps repeating the same answer.”

  “So, does it?””

  Jake sighed. “I don’t miss the fame itself, but the things that came with it were not too shabby, Holly. Trust me, you’d like it too,” he grinned and looked her over. Her breasts hiding just below the edge of the sheet and each time she inhaled they pr
essed against the fabric and he found the movement intoxicating. “Go on, Holly. Why is it so hard to understand why I went to the dating event? But know the examination will be reversed as you are done.”

  He noticed the movement of her chest freezing and his eyes moved to her face. “I can’t think of any other questions at the moment,” she grumbled and grabbed the sheet tighter around her chest.

  “Wait a minute,” he grinned and let his hand wrap around her body pulling her against his chest. “Why did you attend the dating event, Holly?” He kissed the soft skin of her shoulder as he waited for her answer, but it never came. He pulled her even tighter until she was below him and her soft curves a cushion for his body. Leaning on his elbows, framing her face with his lower arms, he kissed her slowly until she moaned at the sensation as he felt her hands move gradually up and down his back. Fuck he loved that.

  “Why did you go speed dating, Holly?”

  “Reena told me to.”

  “Why?” he kissed the side of her face until he could nibble on her ear.

  “She thought I needed . . . to get back into business.” He watched her cheeks turn a gorgeous shade of maroon before his lips grew into a wide grin. “Shit, I never should have said that,” she mumbled and closed her eyes, turning her face away from him.

  “You’re back in business now, Holly. Wouldn’t you say?” he kissed the side of her face again and leaned to let his hand stray down her body and land between her legs finding her warm and wet. He moved his kisses to the side of her neck and let his two fingers find her opening and just like on the ice he scored.

  ***

  HOLLY

  Holly woke up and checked her limbs. Legs—check, arms, hands and fingers—all check. She moved ever so slightly and everything between her legs tingled—check. The phone on the nightstand buzzed and as she checked her phone had received a text from Nathan and it made her stomach burn. She’d let him down, but sitting there with him, hearing him speak of anything but things that interested her, it would have been wrong to lead him on. “I’ll be at the airfield tomorrow should you be interested. Xoxo.” Turning from the phone to the nude man barely contained by the bedspread next to her in bed, she didn't regret turning Nathan down, and she clicked the phone off and turned back to the marvelous specimen that was Jake Bentley.