him to get the hell out, but her body—every single damn cell in her body—wanted more touching.
With his free hand, he extricated his shirt from her grip, and before she knew it, she was flat on her back on the marble countertop, her legs closed tight and straight up in the air, her skirt up to her hips and her panty-covered ass exposed to him.
“Slade,” she pleaded, “Roger is wait—”
He bent down and slid a finger under the fabric of her lacy panty, pulling it aside.
“Slade!” she whispered urgently. Her body arched off the counter when she felt the featherlight touch against her skin. His hand still held her ankles together, up in the air. Her sex was now completely exposed.
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me to stop. But before you reject me again, I’m going to show you what you’re missing—how entertaining I can be—because it seems you forgot. You have a date, so I’ll make this quick.” A split second later his mouth was on her, laving from the top of her slit all the way down until his tongue was inside her.
His saliva dripped down her ass onto the countertop. Her arms dropped to her side and she held on to the edge of the countertop. She was helpless to fight his firm grip. And, really, who was she kidding? She wasn’t going to fight him even if she could.
His tongue retracted for a brief moment, but it was quickly replaced by a finger. “I’ve missed your taste. You’re delicious.” He ran one finger up and down her pussy as he kissed the back of each thigh.
There was a knock on the door, and her grip on the edge of the countertop tightened. Had he not been holding her legs up as tight as he was, she would’ve rolled right off and to the floor.
“Um…Roger…um…be right out. One second!”
“You okay?” Roger asked from the other side of the door.
“Uh…yeah. Fine. Just—” Slade brought his mouth back over her clit and began to suck hard, over and over, as he slid first one and then a second finger inside. “Omigod!” she yelped.
“Jessica?” Roger asked.
“Ah!” she yelled. “I—uh…Ah! Oh my God!”
“Jessica?” Roger repeated.
“Ah! I tore my stockings. Fucking stockings! Fuuuccking stooocckings!” she screamed as her climax began to build. “Just wait in the car. Be right out.”
Slade continued to suck and lick while his fingers worked their way in and out of her right there on top of her kitchen counter with another man waiting in the car for her, until she thought she couldn’t take it a second longer. At that very second Slade drew back, leaving her right on the precipice of what she knew would’ve been the best orgasm of her life.
Slowly Slade bent her legs and released them onto the counter, where she lay panting with her clothes in disarray. He leaned over her. “I think that’s as far as friends go.” He licked his fingers. “Have a good date, lady.” Then he walked out the front door.
There was a knock at her door again. She stumbled off the counter, almost twisting her ankle as she slid her skirt down and ran her fingers through her hair. She opened the door feeling frazzled. “Are you okay?” her date asked.
“Sorry, Roger. I was just—”
“I know. Your brother told me.”
“My brother?”
“Yeah. The guy who just walked out of here. Said you weren’t feeling well. Said it was your time of the month.”
She was mortified. “He what?” Son of a bitch!
“I…uh…it’s cool. I get it. I have a sister. He said to be wary of your bad mood.” Roger chuckled. “I’ve been properly warned. Come on, let’s go.”
Jessica groaned, grabbed her clutch, locked the door, and followed Roger to his BMW sedan. She clenched her thighs together a few times, hoping the friction would alleviate some of the ache. Damn Slade!
Roger drove thirty minutes outside of town to a restaurant called the Steak Place. She’d been to it a few times with Dennis when he’d had to go to his uncle’s fund-raisers or some other family event. It was one of the more elegant restaurants in the area.
Roger was a perfect gentleman. He held the door open for her and led her to a nice table by a window overlooking the ocean. When the waiter came, he ordered for them. “I hope it’s okay. I’ve been told I have great taste.”
“Yes. Of course. I’m sure I’ll love whatever you ordered.”