Loving Jared - Nikita Slater Page 0,24

hands roved over his chest and shoulders, then around to his back and up into his hair where she clutched him. Jared wasn't used to this much response in his women. Maybe he'd been doing it wrong, or maybe something was just clicking with Amy. Everything felt so much better. From her kisses, to the press of her breasts, to the wiggle of her hips and ass, to the tight press of her legs on either side of his.

Then, it was his turn to take control. He lifted her right off the couch, swallowing her squeak of surprise, and lowered her down onto her back. He dropped down on top of her, crushing her with his weight and taking her lips in a kiss meant to plunder, steal and ravish. She returned his ardor, kiss for kiss, touch for touch. His brain screamed at him to take her, but the few brain cells he had left, floating around, somewhere towards the back of his head, told him he couldn't fuck her on her living room couch with her siblings only a few rooms away.

He needed to stop.

Amy's hands dove under his shirt and roved up his bare back, raking her nails as she went. He shivered and tipped his head back in ecstasy as pleasure raced through his body, pulling at his balls and making his dick so hard he was sure that it was going to have the permanent stamp of a zipper on the back. He kissed her again, tangling his tongue with hers and drinking her sweetness.

Jared was pretty sure he was supposed to be doing something… something important. Or maybe, it was that he was supposed to not be doing something. So bloody hard to concentrate with Amy's hands feathering their way down to his belt, sliding under his jeans and searching.

Stop! His brain screamed at him. Then he remembered, he couldn't fuck Amy on the couch. But Jesus, if he didn't do something now, she was going to be the one fucking him.

He broke the kiss. "Amy… Amy…." He planned on going for forceful, but he was pretty sure his voice came out as breathless and uncertain.

Finally, her small hand found him, and she wrapped her long, beautiful fingers around his bare cock. Jared's mind went blank as fireworks went off behind his eyelids. He groaned, dropped his head into her neck and held onto the last bit of sanity he could.

"We have to… stop," he groaned.

There, he’d done it. Now it was up to her to be the responsible one and actually stop.

She wiggled her hand further down into his jeans and stroked his balls. Fuck. He was pretty sure this is what it felt like to go insane.

"Amy… sisters." It was all he could manage.

Amy turned her head to the side and looked at him. "You have sisters?"

"No, yours."

She sank her teeth into the side of his neck at the same time as pressing her fingers into the spot between his ball sack and his penis, massaging lightly. He groaned deeply and did exactly what any dude anywhere didn't want to do. He came in his pants.

"Goddammit, mother fucking, holy shit fucker."

"What about my sisters?" she asked innocently, continuing to stroke lightly, running her hand through his cum and spreading it down his penis.

Jared had no idea how he managed to have enough breath left in his lungs to address her question. Somehow, though, he found the ability to speak. "They could come out here and see us."

Amy smirked at him. “Nope, they rarely leave the bedroom after I put them to bed. Besides, I set up the iPad for them. There's no way they're gonna wander out here so long as they have reruns of Kim Possible to watch.”

Jared took several deep breaths, trying to regain a few brain cells. "What the fuck is a Kim Possible?"

Amy laughed and feathered kisses down from his ear to his shoulder blade. "A cartoon chick with who saves the world on a regular basis while keeping up with her education. My sisters love her, they can't get enough."

Jared chuckled and dropped his head against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "She sounds badass, like you."

He must've said the right thing, because Amy took a fistful of his hair, dragged his head back and kissed him soundly.

Twelve

The following weeks were some of the best that Amy could remember. Jared came over almost every day, his hands piled high with something new. Either dinner, toys for the