SELFISH

HOT!

JC woke to the feel of soft lips moving down his body. His morning erection was even hotter and tighter than usual. “Morning, Sarah,” he drawled as one small hand took him in a firm grip. Obviously, she had learned a man’s penis was hard to break. “Mmm…baby, that feels good,” he moaned as she pumped him.

“Good morning, JC.”

“Got a morning kiss for me?”

She gave a husky chuckle. “You’ve already had plenty of kisses. It’s not my fault you slept through most of them.”

“Ah, baby, c’mon.”

“Oh, all right.” The kiss she delivered was not where he had expected or wanted it. Her mouth covered the head of his manhood.

“Jesus, baby!” he gasped.

“Relax, JC. I’ll take care of you.” And she did.

The lady was good! She knew the right pressure, how much suction. The added flutter of her tongue was a neat trick. When she swallowed the entire length of him, he thought he’d pass out from the pleasure. “Good God, Sarah!”

Her dark head bobbed up and down, faster as she sucked harder. It was clear she knew exactly what she was doing. “Yeah, baby!” JC reached down to hold her head as his hips involuntarily thrust upwards. “Take it, Sarah,” he urged. At his words, she drew even harder on him and gave his sacs a gentle squeeze. “Sarah, I’m—Sarah!” he cried as his body stiffened and he exploded down her throat. “Oh, God, baby, that was too damned good!”

She flicked her tongue along his still erect shaft, then her body flowed up his. “Take it to the complaint department,” she taunted.

“You are so amazing, baby.” JC was in awe of this particular female.

“Because I gave you a blowjob?”

“Because you gave me a fucking fantastic blowjob.” He shook his head. “That’s pretty unselfish.” JC cupped her breasts. Lifting his head, he spent time licking and nibbling them in turn.

“JC, I want you,” she whispered.

“You got me.”

“No. Now!” Sarah rose astride his thighs to impale herself on his thick member. “Ah!”

JC groaned at the heat and tightness of her body. “Ride me hard, Sarah,” he begged.

Planting her hands on his chest, she managed to rotate her hips as she moved on him, making him moan.

“Damn, girl!”

“Don’t like?” she demanded wickedly, knowing full well he did like it.

“I like a lot, you little vixen.”

Grinding her hips into his, Sarah found herself quickly rushing towards her peak. “You ready, JC?”

“I’m with you, baby,” he assured her breathlessly. Running his hands along her thighs, he gripped her hips, driving up hard into her on her downward plunge.

“JC!”

“Too much?”

“Never too much,” she murmured as their bodies continued to slam together. “Oh, yes! JC, I’m—“ Her body tightened, clenching around him.

“C’mon, pretty baby, let me see you come for me,” JC urged. He got to see her beautiful face go from pleasured to a panicked rapture.

“JC!”

“I’m right behind you, sweet thing.” He thrust up twice more, feeling her walls grip him hard, her wild orgasm fueling his. “Sarah!

She collapsed on his chest, panting and trembling. When she became aware, she realized JC was stroking her tenderly, soothing her. No lover had done that before! Lifting dazed eyes to his, she announced without thinking, “I believe I like having you as a lover.”

“I know I love having you.” Settling her to his side, he reached down for a sheet to cover their damp, cooling bodies, then he wrapped her in his arms once more.

Sarah wasn’t used to the cuddling or the consideration. She wanted to ask what made him so different from the past lovers but was half-afraid of the answer. He was different because he equated physical intimacy with love and caring – he was young and sweet enough to believe in love.

She was thinking too much, JC decided when she seemed a little restless. He nuzzled her hair and gently rubbed her back, trying to ease her anxiety. “Relax, Sarah. I’m done for the time being. You wore me out.”

“Bet I could get your interest again,” she said slyly.

“I’m sure you could -- but before that happens, there are a few things I need to do for you.”

“Such as?”

“Well, tasting you for one. I do want to taste you, Sarah.”

She pulled away slightly, her eyes wide. “You mean?—“

“Going down on you? Yeah. Don’t tell me no guy has ever…” When her eyes were wide as saucers, he knew no man had ever reciprocated the fantastic love she offered so freely. “Haven’t you ever wanted to know what that was like, Sarah? To have a man’s mouth on you, making love to you with his lips and tongue?” He tipped her chin up to make her met his eyes. “Oh, yeah, baby, I’m gonna make sweet, slow love to you until you beg me to let you fly,” he told her huskily.

May be she shouldn’t allow that to happen. It was something that would draw them too close. “JC…” But she had wanted to know what that really felt like!

“Not right this minute. Sarah, but I will,” JC promised. He was about to kiss her when she pulled away.

“I need a shower,” she announced as she climbed out of the bed, escaping his sincere blue eyes.

Damn! She was running, JC thought darkly. “Make it for two!” he called after her.

Sarah stood in the double shower stall, letting the pulsing spray of hot water pummel her well-loved body from both directions. This thing with JC had all the makings of a disaster. His big blue eyes. His sincerity. His tenderness. His sweetness. These were not traits she was used to from the men in her life. He could too easily become addictive – and when he decided some one younger and less jaded? He would break her heart like every other man had. He had no place in her life – and she had even less in his! She had to put some emotional distance between them – and the best way she knew of was sex. Sex, she could handle – making love, she could not.

“Sarah…” JC shoved the shower door open, ready to do battle. Instead, he was enthralled by the sight of her standing there between the twin sprays, eyes closed, head tipped back, legs braced slightly apart. She looked like a pagan goddess. “Oh, God, baby, you are so beautiful!”

Sarah slowly opened her eyes and gave him a cool, assessing once over. JC’s body was lean, all muscle and sinew, not an ounce of fat on him. Dark hair dusted his chest, forearms and legs – and his thick manhood was beginning to rise from the thatch below his flat belly. If she didn’t look into his big blue eyes, she would be okay. Crooking her finger at him, she smiled wickedly. “Come here, JC.”

Almost in a trance, he stepped into the shower and pulled the door closed behind him. He moved closer. Leaning to kiss her softly, he cupped her face. He was not going to be shut out if he could help it. “My sweet, giving Sarah,” he crooned, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Let me in, baby and let me stay.”

“I can’t do that, JC,” she whispered trying desperately to hold on to the hardened attitude she’d use as a shield.

“Yes, you can.”

“So, someone can hurt me? I think not.”

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised.

“Yes, you will – and I won’t let you.” Caring led to pain. She’d learned that lesson as a child and hadn’t forgotten it. Snatching at the slippery reins of her control, she pulled his head down for a hungry kiss that was pure sexual invitation.

JC was nearly helpless against her on-slaught, not having the experience to deal with her well-practiced maneuvering. He was immediately at her mercy. “Sarah, you don’t have to do this,” he groaned when her hands started moving on him. She was the bewitching, sexy Sarah now. Her mouth found the flat disc of his nipples and tortured him until he was ready to explode. His hands reached out for her, but she slipped away. “Sarah…”

She moved behind him, shoving him to the wall.

“Wha?…” Putting his hands out, he kept himself from kissing the tile.

Sarah poured a small amount of liquid soap on her hands. From behind, she lathered his chest, his ridged abs, and still lower.

“Oh, God, baby!” he moaned when he felt her fingers close around his hardening length. Her stroking and tugging had him ready to lose himself on the wall! Looking down, he saw a small hand moving up and down his manhood as the other one caressed his sacs. This didn’t feel like love – this was sex. He felt almost like crying. How could he get her to understand? He offered more. There was no denying, she was damned talented – and it was wasted and unappreciated – if it was not offered in the context of love. It cheapened both of them. “Sarah, stop it – now,” he growled, pushing her hands away.

“JC—“ she protested.

“No, dammit.”

With more soap, she began on his backside, starting with his neck. She kneaded the tense muscles of his neck and shoulders. “What’s wrong, baby?”

She didn’t understand. JC sighed, almost defeated. “I don’t want you jerking me off, Sarah.”

“Okay.” She let the water rinse his shoulders then started trailing soft kisses across them as she worked the suds lower.

“You got great hands. I could use you when I get off stage some nights.”

“Is it bad for you?” Sarah inquired softly.

“Not most of the time. I love it.”

“I’m glad.”

Whether she realized it or not, her guard had dropped. She was caring about him again – and JC couldn’t have been more pleased. “How about you, Sarah? Do you love what you do?”

“Yes. It gives me a lot of freedom. I’m not chained to a desk – and I get to remain fairly anonymous while making a good living.”

“I think I forget what anonymous feels like most days,” he grunted.

“It must be rough.”

“Not if I can keep it in perspective.”

JC fairly purred when she massaged his lower back. As soon as he began to relax in spite of his raging hard-on, he felt her fingers slip into the crack of his firm butt cheeks. He couldn’t believe how sensual it was, her washing him like that. It was almost as if she had no boundaries with him – that was pretty exciting in itself! He sucked in a sharp breath when she drew her fingernails lightly up and down each cheek. “Damn!” He didn’t think he could get any harder!

Sarah lowered to her knees and set herself to washing his legs from the ankles upwards. She had to admire the musculature of his lower limbs, from the years of dancing she supposed. Hadn’t someone told her he had been in show business since he was fourteen? That explained his lean, hard build.

“I know you have a full-time career, but can I hire you as my personal masseuse?” he mused.

“Mmm…I think not.” She leaned forward and planted a teasing kiss on each cheek.

JC looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. “What would you charge for a full body massage?”

“It’s free of charge for my favorite singer-composer-dancer,” she joked lightly.

“Me?” He was her favorite something?

“Currently.” She bit gently at his rump.

He chuckled. “Getting frisky back there!” Then he felt her tongue slide along his crack. “Hey!” And then her fingers were parting his firm buttocks. “Sarah?”

“It’s okay, baby. Relax and move your legs a little further apart,” she urged.

Reluctantly, he did as she commanded. Partially, supporting himself with his hands on the wall, he opened his stance.

First, she bathed the area and let the water rinse the soap away, then she gently probed his back entry with her finger.

“Sarah!” he protested the invasion. No one had done that to him before – and he wasn’t so certain he didn’t want it left that way!

“Easy, JC. You’ll like it. I promise.”

“But—“

“Relax,” she repeated. Her voice was low, soothing and almost hypnotic.

Dropping his head and closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths, calming himself and easing his tense muscles.

“That’s it, baby.” She gently pried his cheeks apart until she could lean in and stroke the virgin, crinkled bud tenderly with her tongue.

“Christ, Sarah!” JC nearly jumped out of his skin.

Replying nothing, she continued her delicate assault on his virgin flesh. Pushing the tip of her tongue in, she slowly, sinuously pulled it back out, hitting all the sensitive spots.

JC groaned helplessly. What she was doing was making him crazy – making him want more. “You’re killin’ me here.”

Sarah lifted her head, laughing huskily. “I don’t think so.”

“Sarah, I really don’t know about this…”

“What don’t you know, baby?” While she spoke, she sent a gentle finger to stroke the bud and the two hot spots that surrounded it on either side. He shuddered. “Does it hurt?”

“Uh—no.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Oh, yeah, but…”

“But?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure I should be letting you do this.”

“Why not?”

“Just because.”

Sarah nodded knowingly. “You’ve never known any straights who enjoyed it. Is that it?”

“Well, no…”

“Don’t let narrow minds rob you of something wonderful, JC.”

“Have you ever?…”

“No. I’ve had rather selfish partners.”

“Would you?”

“Certainly!”

“Then you’ll let me?…”

The question hung in the air for a long moment.

“Yes, JC, if it is something you want to do,” she answered at last and very softly. She was almost afraid to share such an intimate first with him. Wouldn’t that tie them together somehow?

“I wanna give you everything, Sarah,” he announced.

“You’re very sweet and dear.”

She went back to the task of pleasuring him. Alternating between quick flicks around the crinkled bud and slow thrusts with her tongue, she had him panting for oxygen. Reaching around, she began to pump his rock-hard erection in the same rhythm.

“Sarah…Ah, baby, I can’t—“ He began quaking. The carnal delight of her working on him from both sides finally stiffened his spine. Bracing against the wall, he rapidly approached ecstasy. Realizing he was close to the end, her hand pumped him quicker as her tongue firmed and plunged into him.

“Sarah!” he cried, powerless as she drove him wild – shoving him over the precipice into rapture. His entire body shook as he splattered the shower stall as he came. Weakly, he rested his forehead against the warm tiles of the shower as he trembled in the aftermath of the most violent eruption of his life. He knew for fact, no one had ever given him so much selfless pleasure – and despite her protestations of the opposite, Sarah had to care about him.

Sarah rose to slip between JC and the wall, his arms resting on her shoulders. “Still hard,” she commented.

“I should have deflated after,” he mused.

“You saved some for me.”

“It’s all for you, Sarah.” He caressed her firm breasts, then dropped a hand between her legs. “You’re wet already.”

“Well, duh! We’re in the shower, doofus!” she giggled.

He had to laugh at that. “That’s not what I meant.” Taking her arms, he laid them on his shoulders. Cupping the top of her thighs, he lifted her until his throbbing manhood could tease her opening.

Sarah grabbed for his shoulders for balance. She closed her eyes as he rubbed along her folds to prime her. Once she was slick and ready, he entered her slowly, pushing her against the ceramic tiled wall. Her eyes, full of mirth, popped open. “The wall again. You got a thing for sex and walls?”

JC heard the humor in her tone and responded in the like. “Walls are more convenient. You can always find a wall – can't always find a bed.”

She giggled at his answer. Her amused gaze locked with his. When had a man last made her laugh while buried deep within her? Never! “You are just full of firsts, aren’t you, Chasez?” A little frown formed between her brows. He was going to make himself memorable. That wasn’t good.

He bent his head to rake his teeth tenderly on that sweet spot just below her ear. “Count on it, Sarah,” he told her and began to move on her.