"Make yourself comfortable." I avoided eye contact and turned to pick up the bottle before stepping into the kitchen. "I was just thinking that maybe you weren't interested in me anymore." I heard his footsteps as he entered the kitchen, walking up behind me. His hands were immediately on my hips and I smiled, grabbing the corkscrew that was lying on the countertop.
The feel of his warm breath on my neck made me shiver with excitement. Jared pushed the hair from my shoulder and when his stubbly chin passed over the skin on the back of my neck, I giggled. "I don't ever want you to think that. I do regret taking that call the other day, I should've just let them handle it on their own."
I spun around in his arms and he took the corkscrew from my hand. "It's okay, I understand. I know that you have a lot to deal with, hell, I do too."
His tongue swiped over his bottom lip and he glanced downward, tugging on my shirt. "I am responsible for a lot and sometimes I don't make the best decisions, but I know that seeing you again, is a good one. You're good for me, Carrie." He opened the bottle and poured us a glass. Picking up his, he took me by the hand and led me to the couch. I sat next to him and after a few sips of wine, he took the glass from my hand, setting it down on the coffee table next to his. His lips connected with mine in the most sensual kiss. Jared pulled me over him, so that I was straddling his lap. His lips and teeth traveled along my chin to my neck and he whispered. "Now, where were we the other day?"
Not giving me a moment to think about it, he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips, eagerly parting them, and delved inside of my mouth. It was a very heated, passionate kiss, and I relaxed as his hands moved up my top.
The kiss deepened and he pulled my blouse over my head, dropping it to the floor. This was it, we were about to have sex, right here on the couch. A million thoughts raced through my head. Shit, I hadn't shaved today. What if that's a turn off? Do I smell? It was hot outside and I had gotten a little sweaty.
My bra was next to come off, and my first instinct was to cover myself, but he began to feather my neck with kisses, so delicately, as his tongue moved down my chest. Licking and biting one nipple, he pinched and twisted the other. My heart fluttered in my chest and I knew that I had to have him. The only problem was that my mind would occasionally drift to how Shannon was watching us that day. Fuck, what was wrong with me?
My fingers were shaking as they tore at the buttons of his shirt. Jared took over, quickly pulling it free of his sexy body. My hands instantly moved to his belt, unbuckling it as fast as I could. His mouth crashed against mine, both of us panting and caressing each other like crazy. "Get these off." He panted, tugging at the waistband of my jeans. We couldn't get naked fast enough.
All shyness seemed to have disappeared and I stood, quickly shoving the fashionable pair of jeans down my hips, not wanting to break eye contact. Never taking his eyes off of mine, he already had his pants down and was busy stroking himself. "I can't believe this is really happening." I laughed, pulling each pant leg free of my feet. The worries of my day simply faded away as I dropped to my knees in front of him, wearing only a pair of panties.
"Do you want to stop?"
"Hell no!" He grinned at my response, sliding the velvety tip of his perfect shaft over my bottom lip.
God, this was the hottest thing I've done in years. Wait until I tell Sara about this! I stared at him as I parted my lips. I swirled my tongue over the tip, anxiously licking up the drop of precum that had seeped out. "Carrie, fuck." Jared's eyes closed and his head dropped back against the couch.
His hips instantly began moving in a steady rhythm, raising up to meet my mouth. Emitting a few deep groans, he cursed loudly. Yes, this was the Jared that I remembered, always wanting to be in control. One hand twisted tightly in the back of my hair as he held me in place, roughly fucking my mouth. Just when I thought I was going to have a panic attack, he released me. "Get up here." He demanded, still panting.
I stood at once, throwing a leg over him and straddling him. He kissed my abused lips while his fingers moved along the waistband of my panties. I was so wet and ready for him to finally touch me. My body was on fire and a guttural cry escaped me when he pulled the satiny material to the side. Gliding the thick head of his cock through my wetness, my mouth dropped open. I moved my hips, desperate to feel him slide deep inside of me, but he only popped my clit a few times. He smirked, knowing he was driving me absolutely crazy. "You sure that you're ready for me?" As if he really had to ask! I couldn't help but wonder if Shannon was like this too, teasing and bossy.
"Please don't tease me Jared." I begged, knowing that I sounded like one of those awful, whiney actresses in a cheesy porn flick.
Biting his bottom lip, he picked up the gold foil packet lying on the couch next to us. I watched patiently as he rolled the thin piece of latex over himself. I sank down onto him, gasping at the full feeling he always seemed to give me. There was something about the way he smiled in the heat of the moment that made me lose control. My fingernails dug into the fabric of my couch as I rode him, fast and hard.
Teeth sank into my flesh, biting tenderly at first, but then grew rough, leaving small bruises as proof of our night together. Fuck, I loved the way he could change his demeanor in a matter of seconds. I wondered if big brother was all rough and forceful too. Jared sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and his nails embedded themselves into my hips and ass. Guilt washed over me when my mind continued to drift back to Shannon.
I watched his expression change as he pushed me closer to release. He punishingly pressed the tips of his fingers into the globes of my ass as he controlled my every movement.
Jared reached up and tilted my chin, raising it slightly and kissing me softly. The facade he showed the world had all but melted away right then, and I was left with this affectionate and caring Jared. He hadn't changed so much in ten years, he was still the perfect balance of dominance and tenderness.
Our tongues were entwined in a kiss and I listened to the way my moans were timed to each thrust of his hips. My body was wound so tight, I felt as though I would explode any second, and that's when his hand slipped down between our bodies. Moaning audibly, I was lost in the way his thumb caressed me and when I finally let go, if my neighbors didn't know who I was seeing before, they certainly knew his name now.
My body convulsed wildly on top of his, jerking and writhing. I was still recovering when he pulled out and finished himself off. The warmth of his release spilling across my belly and legs brought us right back to where we left off all those years ago.
"You staying?" I asked, grabbing my blouse and cleaning myself up a bit.
"Yeah, I was hoping to see you off in the morning, if that's alright with you?" He asked, watching me closely.
"Of course, help yourself to whatever you want, I'm going to take a shower. I'm kind of sticky." I raised up, careful that I didn't knock over the two glasses of wine we'd hardly touched. Covering myself as much as I could with the clothing I was so quick to get out of, I rushed down the hallway. I had only been in the bathroom a mere few seconds when he joined me.
"No point in wasting water on two separate showers." He purred into my ear. I could definitely get used to this.
