And then she went back to adding salt to the mixing bowl. As if she hadn抰 just aroused him straight into another time zone. 揇amn, beautiful. Just卍amn.?He took two handfuls of his hair and pulled, just to feel pain somewhere besides his aching groin. Feeling a gravitational pull toward Rita, he moved梠r stumbled, really梩oward the mesmerizing sight of her slick little body, the smooth globes of her ass. 揌ow much longer until we put the souffl?in the oven??
揘ot long,?she said breezily.
Jasper licked his lips. 揋oing to need specifics.?
Rita turned, giving Jasper a front-row seat to watch her nipples pout. When her hand drifted over his cock, Jasper cursed under his breath, and he cursed again when Rita smiled. 揧ou look hot, too, Jasper.?A squeezing of his flesh began. Rough and rhythmic. But her gaze was glued to his covered chest. 揑 could be persuaded to hurry if you got a little more comfortable.?
Jasper had whipped off his T-shirt before Rita finished making the not-so-subtle request. 揕ook your fill, Rita.?She removed her touch from his dick and he growled in reproof, reaching out to tug a fistful of dark hair. 揧ou抮e very brave teasing me like this. Especially when you抳e felt what you抳e got coming in your hand.?
Her nipples visibly straining at Jasper抯 words, Rita抯 eyes went liquid with an added depth. 揑 think you make me brave.?
Christ. His palms were sweating, his cock filling up in the thigh of his jeans. But his heart, now that demanded his attention more than anything. I made her brave? Hallelujah, I finally did something right. In that moment, he knew a lifetime of bad decisions was worth that new sparkle in Rita抯 gaze as it traced down his stomach, roving over his belt buckle. 揝tarting now, Rita, for each minute it takes to put that thing in the oven, I抦 going to give your incredible ass a slap. You understand me??
揧es,?she breathed, turning after a beat passed to add the batter she抎 mixed into a baking dish. It gave Jasper an opportunity to appreciate the flexing of her naked thighs, the contours of her perky butt. Sure as shooting, that thong wasn抰 leaving this house, because he抎 be using it to stroke off for the next forty-odd years. The time he抎 been allotted to check out his woman also gave Jasper time to get impatient, unfortunately.
Closing in on Rita, he pressed his lap to her tush, his right hand sliding around to grip her pussy. 揧ou wouldn抰 be going slow on purpose, now, would you, Rita??
A feminine whimper, a dip of her knees, was his answer.
揋et it done,?he rasped into her hair. 揝o I can get you done.?
揙h my God, oh my God,?she chanted, her movements far less graceful now that he was rocking his cock against her bottom, groaning with the need to fuck. Her hips bumped against the counter with the motion of his body. When he decided a minute had passed, he stepped to the side and delivered a spanking that echoed off the walls of his kitchen. Arrested by Rita抯 profile, Jasper watched her go through so many reactions at once he couldn抰 name them all and settle on delighted outrage.
揅lock抯 ticking, beautiful,?he husked, conforming his lap to her bottom once again, getting back into that dirty, rolling rhythm. Squeezing her compact pussy in a way that might be distracting to her but turned him inside out. Had him growling into the back of her neck. 揝uch a hot fucking piece.?
揑-I can抰 think.?
揇on抰 think, then.?He looked over her shoulder to find her holding the bowl over the baking dish, getting ready to pour. Almost there. 揓ust do.?
After only a slight hesitation, Rita let the batter fold over itself梐gain and again梚nto the dish. Slowly, like ribbons falling from steady hands. Not even faltering when his palm glanced off her backside twice more. Knowing the moment was more important than his rampant need, Jasper released Rita, allowing her to insert the dish into the oven and carefully close the door.
Rita抯 radiant smile when she faced him again almost knocked him over. 揋et over here,?he said instead of letting gravity take him.
The command emerged despite his throat being strangled, thankfully bringing Rita running the three steps separating them. She leaped into his arms, legs sliding around his hips like a wet dream. There was no way to hold back now. Jasper set to devouring Rita抯 mouth, tongue-fucking it, blissing out over the greediness of her fingers in his hair. 揧ou did it,?he murmured, pulling away just enough to deliver the praise she deserved. 揧ou did it, Rit棓
Apparently, Rita only wanted praise of the physical variety, and that was just goddamn fine with Jasper. He reversed their positions, ramming Rita抯 tight body up against the refrigerator. Giving her lewd thrusts right through his jeans, her thong. Her head fell back against the hard surface, giving him the arch of her neck to feast on.
揑 know when my woman needs a fuck.?Jasper yanked aside Rita抯 thong, then set about unzipping his jeans. 揑 know all about it, don抰 I??
揥as it the naked cooking that tipped you off棓
Jasper cut off her sarcasm with a nip of her earlobe. 揔new you were a smart-ass when I spotted you on the side of the road.?
Her laughter was pure, free exhilaration. 揂 smarter man would抳e kept driving.?
揘o,?he snapped. Then softer, 揘o. If you were stranded on that road every day, from now until eternity, I would stop, every single time. I would replay the last few days over and over again, trying to change the outcome.?
揟he outcome??
揧eah.?Maybe it was the clear quality of her gaze, the impending sense of finality, but honesty poured forth like the souffl?batter, twisting and spreading. 揟here might have been something I could have done differently along the way. Something to make it impossible for you to leave. I抎 do it over until I got it right.?
And the flash of genuine sympathy in her eyes was not welcome. Not welcome to a man who was hours from having his heart dragged away like cans on the back of a rented limousine. It pissed him off good. His common sense sent a memo to his male pride and was staunchly rejected. 揓asper厰
揕et抯 use that mouth for kissing, instead of saying things you don抰 mean,?he said, retrieving a condom from his pocket, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth. He tasted the trepidation in Rita抯 kiss when their lips tangled again, but licked her tongue until it melted away. Turned into breathy sounds and writhing hips. Jasper used his body to brace Rita against the refrigerator and reached between them to roll on the condom. 揜ound two, Rita.?
He pushed himself home, already halfway to a climax from hearing Rita抯 shocked intake of breath. 揙h.?
揧eah.?He sucked her lower and upper lips in turn, scraping his teeth over the curve of her neck, harder than necessary. 揊eels real good after you抳e been acting the cock tease, doesn抰 it??
There was anger in his voice, punishment in his harsh movements, but nothing could curtail it. Rita didn抰 want him to, either. It was easy to tell by the way she absorbed his first thrust with almost a relieved cry, thighs tightening around his hips. Maybe she even wanted to be punished on some level for leaving him. Jasper hated the idea of that, but his body didn抰 pay the logistics any mind. It wanted sustenance, and Rita was a royal feast.
揋od, Rita. I can feel that little lace edge of your thong rubbing up and down my cock.?He gave her a full minute of nonstop bucking, stopping only when her pussy locked up, a telltale sign she was near the edge. She wailed and dug her nails into his shoulders when he paused, but she settled when he started a slow bump and grind. 揧eah, beautiful. Fucking is that much sweeter when you抳e driven a man to the point where he wants to jack off in his own kitchen, isn抰 it??He dropped his forehead onto her shoulder and groaned. 揑抦 not finishing you down here. You抮e going to leave your scent in my bed, you understand me??