Chapter 6: Ajax
She was up early the next morning. After a heated make-out session and our morning coffee, we got on the road. It would take us two hours to get there. As we drove west on I-40, I brought up the topic of a house.
“Babe, I wanted to ask you something. Have you ever thought about living in a house rather than an apartment?”
She gave me a puzzled look. “Of course, I have. I think everyone does. Why?”
“I was wondering if you did move into one, what kind would it be? Did you grow up in a house or did you live in something else?” Jessica so far hadn’t told me anything about growing up other than her dad had passed away about three years ago. She’d moved to Hunters Creek after moving around for a couple of years.
“I grew up in a house, but if I got one, I’d get something totally different from the one I grew up in,” she told me quietly.
“What kind would it be?” She took a moment to think.
“If I could get what I wanted and money wasn’t an object, I’d love to have a house that looked like a farmhouse on the outside. You know, with a porch that spans the whole front and has wood posts and lots of windows.”
“How big would you want it to be? You know, how many bedrooms and bathrooms?”
“Why are you asking me this, Kellan?” I was happy to hear her using my real name when we were alone. I’d been working on that for the last week. I wanted to hear my name on her lips. That’s what I wanted her to be calling out when I brought her to climax. Shit, I needed to keep my mind on what we were discussing.
“Just curious. You know Ace and Devyn are building a house on the compound. It got me thinking about houses and what people like and don’t like. Some people want to be in the country and others have to be in town.”
“I think outside town like they are is great. What I hate about living in an apartment is people right on top of you. As for your question on size, I guess it would depend on if it was just for me or a family. For me, a couple of bedrooms, if it was for a family, then no less than four bedrooms and three or four bathrooms. What about you, what did you grow up in and what would you like in a house if you ever got one?” I knew for damn sure she’d be in a house with a family. I’d accept nothing less. I kept that to myself.
“I grew up in a house. I have an older brother, but he and I never got along. When he grew up, he went the way of drugs and shit. My mom and dad were older when they had us, and they died about five years ago. We lived in town. I loved living in a house but not the town part. Like you, the idea of being out in the country is what I prefer.”
“I’m sorry about your parents and brother. Unfortunately, we can’t choose who our family is.” I saw a look of sadness come over her face. I wanted to ask her what she was thinking. Something had to have made her look like that. Again, I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want her to clam up on me.
“Thank you, babe. You’re right, we can’t choose our family. As for a style of house, I love your idea of a farmhouse. Maybe with a little more of a modern twist. I’d want all the conveniences and office space as well as my garage.” She laughed. She already knew I loved to tinker with my bike. When I didn’t work security for the club, I helped out at the garage.
The rest of the drive was spent talking about details. By the time we got to the store in Nashville, I had a great picture of what she wanted. Now to let Tank know. I was going to try and surprise her with the house. She’d see it being built of course, but I’d think of something to tell her. Townhomes would be going up too. Tank was bringing in another crew to do those. That had been decided a couple of weeks ago.
We spent almost two hours in that damn store. I was amazed at what they had and what she explained a lot of the things were used for in baking and cooking. She loved the store, which made me enjoy it because of her delight. We left with a cart full.
Before heading back, I took her to lunch. We found a Greek place she wanted to try. I hadn’t eaten Greek food before, but I was easy to please. When we got to eating, I knew I’d be eating Greek again. I loved it, especially the lamb gyro with something called tabouli.
When we got back in the late afternoon, we dropped everything at the bakery before heading to the clubhouse. I had convinced her we should go hang out for a while. When we got there, I was glad she’d come. We had a blast just talking with the others and playing pool. I found out my woman was something of a pool shark. Who would have guessed?
It was around nine when we headed back to her place. While she showered, I watched television, then I hit the shower when she was done. It was hard to sit there and not imagine what she looked like in there with water running down her soft skin. I could imagine water beading on her nipples. I softly groaned.
My cock was throbbing with the need for a release. I knew if I was going to be lying in that bed with her tonight, I needed to take the edge off my desire. Palming my cock, I stroked up and down, tightening my hand. As I imagined more of what she’d look like, the strokes got faster and my hand tighter. When I shot my load a short time later, I had to bite my lip to keep from shouting out her name.
Getting myself cleaned up, I shut off the shower and dried off, pulling on my sweats. What I wouldn’t give to be able to sleep naked, but she wasn’t there yet. When I entered her bedroom from the bathroom, she was lying there reading. I crawled into bed and kissed her.
“Hi, baby, are you tired? If not, do you want to watch something or read more?” She laid down her book and slid her hand up my jaw. She didn’t say anything, she just leaned into me and nipped my lip with her teeth. I didn’t need another hint. I dove into kissing the hell out of her.
Our mouths were greedy as we kissed, nipped, and licked each other’s mouths. She had her hands rubbing up and down my bare chest which only inflamed me more. I reached up and took her breast in my hand over top of her sleep camisole. The fabric was thin, and I could feel how hard her nipple was. I tweaked it through the fabric. She whimpered.
Next thing I knew, she moved away from me and whipped off her top. Her breasts were bare for the first time. I stared at them stunned that she’d done that and enthralled with them. She had perky, full breasts that would more than fill my hands. I ran a finger down one and over her nipple. She shivered.
I grew bolder and squeezed it before tweaking her nipple. She lay back and sighed. Watching her face, I leaned down and took it in my mouth. She cried out and moved restlessly on the bed. Feeling her soft skin, seeing her beauty and tasting her, I went a little wild. I began to knead both of them, alternating one with the other as I feasted on them. Her damn nipples were so responsive. What I wouldn’t give to see her with them pierced and nipple clamps on them.
My cock was so hard I thought I might burst, but I wasn’t going to stop. She’d finally let me see and touch at least half of her without her clothes. I ground my cock into the side of her thigh. She was used to feeling me by now. She never objected and I needed the pressure.
Suddenly, I reared back and looked at her in shock. She slid her hand into my sweats and took my cock in her hand. Seeing my reaction, she quickly snatched it out and was turning red. I saw her shift on the bed. She was about to run. I grabbed her hand and brought it back to me. I slid her hand under the waistband and back on my cock.
“Don’t stop. This is your cock, baby. You can touch it any time you want. You just surprised me. Go ahead, touch me.” To make her more comfortable, I went back to kissing her and lavishing her breasts with attention. She stayed still initially, then as she relaxed, her hand slowly moved up and down my length. God, her hand felt so damn good. So different from mine, or any other woman I’d ever been with.
As she grew bolder and tightened her hand, she slid up to the head. I knew she had to have felt the precum leaking out of my slit. I was so turned on right now, it wouldn’t take much for me to come even though I had in the shower. I’d take it until I couldn't, then I’d tell her to stop. I didn’t want to go too far.