Daddy Crush - Adriana Anders Page 0,21
if even he’s startled.
“Shit, Jerusha, you’re…” Perfect. “Amazing.”
With a smile, she fills the glasses at the sink. “Living room?”
“Sure.”
She leads the way and I look my fill, enjoying the sight of her the way I would her smell or taste, or the tight feel of her around me. There’s promise in those curves. Heat and power and give.
I want to devour her.
Instead, I sit on the soft, second-hand couch beside her and slug back a full glass of water.
“Dirty talk,” she says, as if I need a reminder. I can picture her in class, up front, reminding her teachers of where they left off. I’ll bet she’s this excited to learn and I’ll bet her professors eat it up.
“Just talk.”
“Okay.” I swear if I gave her a sheet of paper, she’d take notes. “Talk. Yes.” She’s nodding fast, so studious.
I angle my body toward hers, leaving a frustrating amount of space between us. “First time I saw you, you know what you had on?”
She blinks, as if this isn’t what she’d expected. And, frankly, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I’m not some porno-talking sexpert. I’m just a dude who says shit when he gets riled up. I’m riled up now, so close I can almost smell her. Almost. So close my cock aches, heavy and warm and too constricted in my nice work jeans. So close that if she made a move, I’m not sure I could deny her, despite my best intentions.
“Skirt? T-shirt?”
“One of those long, flowy ones that reaches down to your ankles.” I slide an arm over the back of the sofa. “Baggy, paint-stained T-shirt. Hair tied up high on your head with a paintbrush poking out.”
“Sometimes a brush is all I’ve got.”
“I know. ’Cause you’re so busy.”
“Exactly.” There’s a hint of surprise in that one word, like she didn’t think anyone noticed.
“I notice.” I let my eyes slide down to her sweet neck, over the ripped collar of her shirt, to where her breasts rise and fall faster than usual. “I notice your nipples are hard right now. Could mean you’re cold.” My gaze returns to her face. “But I think it means you like this—your body likes this. Me being close, recognizing it. Recognizing you.”
Her little tongue slips out to slick over her bottom lip and my mouth drops open. I’m panting and I’ve done nothing to her. With her. Shit, I’ve done nothing to myself. But, fuck, I want to reach down and press my palm to my cock.
“First time I saw you, I felt so goddamn guilty.”
“Why?”
“Got hard. Watching you work. I had to help you move, just to be… What’s the word?”
“Forgiven? Absolved?”
“Yeah. I wanted absolution.”
“Granted.” Her smirk is filthy.
“Thanks.” I let the fingers of my left hand play with a stray curl. It’s frizzed out and wild—as off-the-wall different as she is. “You were all sweaty by the end. Both were. It made your shirt stick to your waist, your…breasts.”
She bites her lip and shifts, like my words are doing things to her.
“You like me telling you this?”
“Yes. Yes and also…”
I go tight. If she doesn’t like it, I’ll stop.
“And also, it makes me all…antsy.”
“Tell me about that.”
“Oh…” Her throat moves like she’s thinking about it or going through options. “I get achy when you’re around. Like…I need something.”
“What?” My body cants forward.
“I get nervous and very excited.” Another dry-sounding swallow. Her eyes flick over mine, then down and back up, over and over. “Are you hard…now?”
9
Just like Heaven
Jerusha
He was right, of course. Just talking is getting me riled up. Beyond riled. I may have orgasmed fast earlier, but it’s nothing compared to how it would be right now—with his presence and his words.
“So hard it hurts.” He’s playing with my hair, twisting it and letting it go, petting it with little tugs in between. “Wait. Go back. You said you needed something. What’s that?”
He’s so close, so big, somehow taller than I realized. And wider. Intimidating…and yet… “I don’t know.”
I chicken out.
“I feel like I need…your body. Is that weird?”
“No. Not at all. What else?”
“I get wet. Which, I looked up, because I didn’t know…I didn’t realize it was normal, this feeling? On the internet, I saw that the wetness is on purpose, to make it easier to…” I gulp back the rest, suddenly shy, not at the words so much as the reality it presents. Here, in this moment, I’m wet and he’s hard and it could happen. He could slide himself inside me. I could