5. Tara

Chapter 5

Tara

" W ait, you don't think they are the same people?" I chuckle.

"Jax used to come into the bar with Greta a few times a month. They were just friends, but a month or two ago, they came in with my friend's ex, Troy. He wasn't welcome in the bar, for obvious reasons, so we haven't seen Greta or Jax since. You dated Greta?" She replies with a nod. "The world is too fucking small."

"She cheated on me with my brother. We were on a break, and she didn't know he was my brother at the time, but…" I sigh deeply, unable to put the words together. It's all a web of fuckery.

"Well, I hate to say it, but she's happy. I wish I could tell you she's a miserable cunt, drinking away her sorrows. She's madly in love with Jax and Troy. Maybe a soulmate isn't defined by two people? But, for what it's worth, I can't say I'm the least bit upset that you're single. "

Fuck, I love listening to her talk, but when she's flirting? I'm a fucking gonner.

"According to your haunted bookstore, I'm not supposed to be." I take a quick survey of the shop, and nearly everything is put back the way it's supposed to. "I have an idea." Moving a few stacks off one of the tables, I pat it twice. "Sit down."

"What?" she laughs.

"Sit down," I repeat a little less aggressively. She does as I asked and I step between her legs. "Your store is ready for tomorrow, there's probably a camera in here somewhere; whoever is trying to scare the shit out of us is probably watching. Why don't we give them a show?"

"And you won't be moving in tomorrow?"

"I promise!" Moving her chunky, blonde braid off her shoulder to her back, I kiss her neck, whispering against her skin, "It's been months since I've touched someone. Tell me to stop and I will. But do me a favor?" I nip at her sweetly as I pull back. "I want you to narrate everything I do to you, especially everything you want me to do to you."

My lips return to her neck and she sighs, "No fisting." I can't help but laugh. "I'm serious, Tara, my cunt isn't made for that kind of stretch."

I slide my hands up her thighs, gripping her ass to pull her closer. "Are you sure about that? I'd bet you could take it."

"As hot as that is in books, no. Absolutely not. Three fingers, tops," she insists.

I lick up the side of her throat, making her shiver. Me. I'm making this goddess in front of me do this. And, fuck, she tastes good. She balls my dress at the sides in her hands, and pulls me impossibly closer. "If I can make you come with my whole hand inside you, you're going to show me how you touch yourself with that vibrator upstairs. Then, I'm going to do it all over again."

"While I'm loving this pleasure Domme side of you, there's one problem with this little plan of yours."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"You're wearing far too many clothes."

"Then take them off of me," I taunt, spinning for her to unzip my dress. It pools to the floor and I turn to face her wearing my lacy black bra and matching boyshort panties. "Glad I wore the cute ones today." Jen's eyes darken as a single " Fuck " passes her lips. "Now, where was I?"

"I don't think so," she growls. "I'm fucking wet just looking at you, and you expect me to just, what, lie down and take it?"

"Basically."

"And I don't get to touch you?" I don't answer and pull her shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground. "Well, that's absolute shit."

Jen's a fucking vision, candlelight dancing off her smooth skin. I'm a loss at where to start, wanting to taste and touch every inch of her. I help her out of her pants, leaving her in her red silk bra and black cotton panties. I adore the fact that she's not matching—the yin to my yang, the chaos to my collected .

I drag my knuckle up her pussy over her underwear, making her head fall back with a soft moan. "What do you want, Jen?"

"Can I be a selfish cunt?" she laughs.

"Of course."

"I know what that tongue can do and… I want your mouth on my pussy."

I press her down to the table with my hand between her perfect breasts. Pulling down the cup of her bra, I swipe my thumb across her nipple. "Only if you talk me through exactly what you want."

"Fuck, okay," she whimpers. "I'll try, but we aren't doing the whole ‘eyes on me' thing. It's overstimulating."

I love that she's asking for what she wants. Kissing down her stomach with soft brushes of my lips, I slip my fingers into her panties, finding the fabric already damp. Heat pools in my belly, so damn turned on by the fact that she's wanting me, wanting this. I've never had a one night stand before, and there's something thrilling about the fact that I could be a story she'll tell to a friend. My only goal is that she'll tell them I'm the best she's ever had.

I play with her swollen clit, circling with enough pressure to build her up, but not let her come. Once she's on the edge, she protests as I pull away, dragging down her soaked panties and tossing them into the pile of our clothes. Her pussy is fucking perfection. Bending between her thighs, her whimpers become louder as I swirl my tongue around her clit. She's so wet, I easily glide two fingers inside her. It's no wonder she was concerned about more than three, she's tight, gripping my fingers as I curl them to massage her g-spot. She moans a few curses, tightening around me like a vice. All it takes is sucking hard on her clit and she shatters for me, and the sweet moans tumbling from her lips have me aching for her to touch me.

"Fucking hell, Tara, that was…"

"That was only two. And I thought I told you I wanted a play-by-play? Now that you're loosened up, you can take more."

She mumbles something unintelligible, then more clearly asks, "Can we go upstairs to my bed? As sexy as it is having you here in my shop tongue-fucking me, I need to be able to sell these books in the morning."

I chuckle, kissing her soft stomach. "We should probably bring our clothes; don't need someone walking in on us. What was it? I've seen the movie, read the book, do not recommend?"

"Good call."

I help her up and we gather our clothes, giggling like we're schoolgirls as we run up the stairs. This is the fun I missed when I was dating. As much as Greta was into exciting kinks, it was more to explore what we liked and didn't like. This is different. Jen is incredible, and everything about her is unexpected.

When we reach the top of the stairs, we toss the clothes onto the floor beside her bed and she teasingly pushes me onto the mattress. "My turn."