Only One Mistake, page 5
“Oh, no, I’m not giving you my address,” she says, and it’s my turn to laugh.
“I don’t even know what area I’m in,” I respond, and she gasps.
“How did you pick Sullivan’s?” She turns in her seat with her back against the door, bending one leg and tucking it under her butt.
“I was driving around, and well, the car led me to that place, and it looked good, so I stopped,” I say and turn right. “Guess it was my lucky night.” She laughs.
“You lied to me.” She hits my arm, and I just look at her, not saying anything. “You have no game, my ass.” I immediately think back to the way her ass swayed when she walked away from me. I also think about how it would look in my palm. My cock becomes so hard I’m afraid she is going to see, so I toss my hat on my lap and scratch my head. “You have this whole big bag of game.”
I laugh. “The last time I went on a date was two years ago.”
She rolls her eyes. “Just because you don’t date doesn’t mean you don’t have game.” She looks around. “At the next light, turn left.” I nod at her as I follow her directions. I don’t notice any street names, and at this point, I could be an hour away from my house, and I wouldn’t even know.
“I blame my sister, who lets me watch all those sappy love stories.” I smirk over at her, and she claps her hands.
“Which one is your favorite?” Her voice is radiant as she waits for me to answer.
“I don’t remember the names,” I say. “She just had me watch the historical piece on Netflix.”
“Bridgerton?” she says, her eyes lighting up. “If you like it, you should read the books.”
“I think I’ll pass.” I chuckle. “I don’t even know everyone’s name. All I know is the duke and then the girl he married. The brother who bangs against a tree.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Okay, fine, what is another movie?” she asks, and I look ahead and stop at a red light. “Turn left here.” I put the blinker on.
“She went through this stint of The Notebook,” I say, and I swear to God, I think she sighs. “That fucking movie. She could probably recite it word for word.”
“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.” Jillian puts her hands over her chest, and I groan.
“Are we going to forget the fact that she was going to marry another man?” I point out the same thing I told Alex when we watched it.
“But she always loved Noah,” Jillian says with a shriek. “He built her the house.”
“Yeah, and she came, banged him, and left.” I turn left at the red light, and I hear Jillian shriek.
“She went back.” She makes the same case that Alex made. “She went back.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I roll my eyes, and she just shakes her head, making me laugh. “What about you?” I ask. “Which one is your favorite?”
“It’s a toss-up,” she says, looking in front of her. “At the next light, you are going to turn right.”
I switch lanes, looking around, and all the lights in the businesses are closed. “Toss-up between?”
“It’s between Titanic,” she says, and I groan so loud, “and Pride and Prejudice.”
“One,” I say, holding up my finger. “Rose was a hog. She could have shared the door with him, but no, she had to take the whole door.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll never let go, my ass.” I turn on the street. “She let go in a heartbeat as he sank.”
“She survived and lived with his memories for her whole life,” she says, and I just look over at her.
“I would have haunted her,” I admit. “I would have haunted the fuck out of her.”
She throws her head back and laughs, putting her hand to her stomach. “You would not.”
“Oh, I would,” I confirm. “I would not give up. But which Pride and Prejudice?”
“Keira Knightley,” she says, and I nod.
“Right answer,” I say with a chuckle, focusing on the road.
“See that white building?” She points at the only white building on the street. “That’s me.” I pull up to the curb in the only empty parking spot, a couple of feet away from her door. I put the SUV in park and look over at her. “This was fun.” She smirks as she reaches for the handle. I can see she is thinking because she looks over at me, and I can tell she’s nervous.
“If you are going to drive me home, the least you can do is walk me to my front door and make sure I get in okay,” she jokes, opening the door and putting one foot out. “I could fall right before I put my key in my door, and then what?” She gets out and then leans down again, looking into the SUV. “Which is going to make everything you did tonight moot.”
“Moot,” I repeat the word. “Did you just use the word moot?”
“I did.” With a laugh, she closes the door. I take the keys and put the hat back on my head. I open the door and see her waiting for me on the sidewalk. Her face goes into a huge smile. “You really are all that.”
“I blame Alex,” I say to her. “For not only making me watch love movies but also Unsolved Mysteries.”
She laughs as we walk quietly toward her place. “There hasn’t been any crime in this area,” she says, looking around, “in at least a month.”
I stop and take a look around, and I can hear her snickering. “I’m just kidding,” she says, putting her hand on mine. “It’s a safe area.” She turns toward the white building. “Before I moved in here,” she adds, pulling open the glass door and stepping in, “we checked out all the newspapers.”
“Is there no locked door?” I look around as we head to the stairs on the side, and she laughs. “That is not safe.”
She walks up the flight of stairs and then turns right down the carpeted hallway, stopping in front of the door with a four on it. “I’ll bring it up at the next condo meeting.” She takes her keys out of her purse and puts it in the door to unlock it. “Thank you for walking me to my door,” she says, biting her lower lip. “I will never forget this.”
I look at her and figure that I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t do anything. “Jillian,” I say her name, and before I do anything else, we lunge for each other.
Chapter 8
Jillian
“Jillian,” he says my name, and everything in me stops and lights up all at the same time. This guy who saved me the embarrassment of being stood up and then went out of his way to make sure I got home safe. This guy who literally fell from the sky is standing in front of me, and the only thing going through my mind is to kiss him. So I just went for it. For the first time in my life, I took what I wanted. I lunged for him the exact time he lunged for me. His hat flies off his head, landing right by my foot, but I’m too engrossed in his eyes to even look down.
His arm circles my waist, pulling me to him, and I’ve never felt so safe before. My hands wrap around his shoulders. His other hand goes straight to the nape of my neck, where he grips a handful of hair and pulls back so he can claim my lips. My mouth opens for his as his tongue slips in to meet mine. My eyes close as I take in the feeling of being in his arms; his tongue slides against mine and going around in a circle. He turns his head to the side to deepen the kiss and pushes my back to the door. One of my hands goes to the nape of his neck and slides up to touch the hair I’ve been itching to touch all night long. I moan when I feel him on my stomach through his jeans.
“Inside,” I say, panting, letting go of his lips for just a minute to say what I needed to say before going to kiss him again. If the night were to end right now, I would be okay with that because I’ve just had the best kiss of my life. The kiss that starts giving you flutters in your stomach, the kiss you hold your breath for. The kiss that makes your toes curl and you go to bed at night wondering if it really happened. The kiss that will forever be in my memory.
Moving my hands from his shoulder but never letting go of his lips, I reach for the handle, gripping it, and then stopping when he nips my lip and then sucks my tongue back into his mouth. He lets go of my hair, his hand coming out to hold my face as he kisses me with so much need. My hand turns the handle as I push the door open, and the hand still holding my waist picks me up as he walks us into my house. He turns and slams the door with his foot, pushing my back up against the door. He lets go of my lips as the both of us try to catch our breaths, my chest rising and falling as I look at him in the dark. The only light on is the little one on top of my fan over my stove that I never turn off. I place my hands on his chest, and I can feel his heart pounding underneath his shirt. “Jillian,” he says my name again, this time in a whisper. “I don’t know what I’m doing right now.”
I smirk at him as his hand comes up to push my hair away from my face and his thumb runs along the side of my face going toward my lips. “This is called making out,” I inform him, smiling and leaning in to nip at his lip. I’m so afraid he’s going to walk away from this and from me, and my heart’s not ready for the letdown yet. “And I don’t want to fluff your ego and all that, but that was one hell of a first kiss.” I lean in again and kiss him softly.
His hands come up as his fingertips touch my cheek, and my whole body explodes with goose bumps. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “The minute you want to stop this.” He kisses me back, his tongue sliding and dancing with mine, my eyes closing and then fluttering open when he stops kissing me, his eyes on mine as he says the next words. “You just say the word.”
“Michael…” I move my hand up and down his chest. “Can we do less talking?” I look up at him shyly. “And more kissing and other stuff.” It’s a good thing we are in the dark because I can feel my cheeks turning bright pink.
“Other stuff.” He laughs softly, bending his head and kissing under my chin. “What other things were you thinking about?” He trails his tongue toward my ear. “Tell me what other things you were thinking about.” I close my eyes when I feel him nip my ear, and my back arches against the door. He trails kisses down my neck and stops, making me groan. “You need to tell me what other things you were thinking about, or I’ll stop kissing you,” he says, and my stomach fills with flutters, shooting down to my core with need.
“I was hoping.” My head spinning from his touches, he continues to kiss me while I talk, and all I can do is think of all the things I want to do with him. “That we could maybe,” I say, stopping when he nips my clavicle. “Maybe,” I repeat, and his head comes up, and he kisses me again. This time the kiss is hungry. It’s needy, and it’s even better than the soft kisses he’s been giving me.
He pulls away from my lips to continue kissing my neck. “All night, I wondered how you might taste,” he says, his hands going to my hips, and I push out my back, hoping he takes the hint that I want his hands to grab my tits.
My hands go to his hips as I peel the shirt up a bit. “All night, I kept wondering what you looked like,” I say, my head falling back as my fingers make their way slowly up his chest under his shirt.
“Well,” he says, using one hand to reach behind him and pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth movement. “I don’t want to keep you guessing.” He smirks, and I push him away from me for a second, and he just looks at me.
“I need the light for this,” I say, pushing him down the short hallway that feels like it’s never ending. He laughs as he steps back to the small kitchen attached to the living room right off the bedroom.
“Is this good enough?” he says, dropping his shirt on the floor by his feet. His chest is huge, and his abs are chiseled and on point. He even has the side abs you hear about and see in pictures but have never actually experienced in real life.
“Holy shit!” I exclaim when my hand comes up and touches said two parts of his body. “These actually exist,” I say in shock, and I drop to my knees in front of him, and if I was thinking like my regular self, I would never even imagine being so bold. But this is one night, and I’m going to make it fucking count. My hands come out as my finger traces them. “Like for real,” I say, and he laughs, looking down at me.
“Also, while I’m down here.” I look up at him, and I can see he is clenching his teeth. My hands go to his legs as I rub up his jeans. “I was also wondering what you looked like,” I say, my hand moving up his jean-covered cock, and then my eyes go big as I realize how big he is. “Oh, my,” I gasp as I slip his button out of its hole. “If you want me to stop,” I say, giving him a second to change his mind as my thumb and forefinger draw down the zipper. “Now would be a good time.” I open the flaps of his jeans and come face-to-face with his white Calvin Klein boxers and his cock trying to escape. “Last chance,” I warn him before pulling down the top of his boxers and coming face-to-face with…
“This is the most beautiful penis I’ve seen in my whole life,” I say the words out loud instead of in my head, pushing his pants down over his hips and thanking all the gods in the world for giving him to me. “Okay, fine, I’ve only seen one other penis, but this one is so much better.” Only when I hear him laughing do I realize I’m actually saying these words out loud. “I’ll shut up,” I say, leaning forward and taking his cock in my mouth. I close my eyes as I twirl my tongue around the tip. I push his pants all the way down to his knees to get his cock out so I can hold it in my hand. My fingers don’t even close around the shaft as I try to take as much of him in me as I can.
“Fuck,” I hear him hiss out, and my eyes open to look up at him, his eyes looking straight into mine. One of his hands grips the countertop, and the other goes into my hair. “Jillian,” he says my name, and his hips move to keep up with the way my mouth is sucking him off. My hand is moving up and down, getting wet from my mouth, letting his cock go as I lick down the whole shaft. “I’m not going to last long,” he groans out as I suck one of his balls into my mouth and then do the same with the other, then lick back up to the head of his cock. I take his cock in my mouth and move up and down. “So fucking good,” he says, and I look up at him as he fucks my mouth. “I’m going to come,” he warns and tries to pull away from me, but there is no fucking way I’m not going to swallow everything he has to give me.
“Come in my mouth.” I let go of his cock long enough to tell him as I pick up speed, and I feel his hand grip my hair. The fact that I’ve made him lose control turns me on so much. I’ve never wanted a man so much in my life.
“Jillian!” He roars out my name at the exact time his cum hits my tongue. I swallow everything he has to give me. I take it all, and when his hand falls out of my hair, I look up at him, and I can’t help but smile when his cock slips out of my mouth. “I knew that mouth was trouble,” he says, panting. “But I didn’t expect it to be so much trouble.” He pulls me to him. “Fuck, I’m going to have so much fun,” he states with a glimmer in his eyes as his hands go to my silky tank top, and it’s off me before I know it, and his mouth is already attacking one of my perky nipples. “All night, this lace has been taunting me.” He bites down on the nipple as I feel the tip of his tongue flick it. “All fucking night, my cock was hard, wondering what you looked like naked.” He moves his head to the other breast. “And I’m going to fucking find out,” he says, ripping the lace with his teeth, and I swear I almost come right here in the middle of my kitchen.
Chapter 9
Michael
I look at her as my pants are down to my knees, my cock throbbing for her. “All night, this lace has been taunting me.” I bite down on the nipple that’s been taunting me, then flick it with my tongue through the lace. “All fucking night, my cock was hard, wondering what you looked like naked.” I move to the other breast, repeating the motion. “And I’m going to fucking find out.” I bite down on the side of her breast and rip the lace away from her. She moans, and her head falls forward. My hands come up, taking the flimsy bra in my hand and pulling it off her. Her tits are hanging and waiting for me. “Jillian.” Her eyes open as she looks at me, and I can see that lust has taken over. I roll her nipples, and her eyes close just a touch. “Focus on me,” I say to her, and her head lolls like a rag doll.
“Michael,” she says my name, and it’s like an angel calling me. “This is going to sound really bad.” I watch her, and my hand stops as my heart pounds in my chest.
“You want to stop?” I ask her, and my cock about screams out. My hands drop from her tits, and move up to her face. “We can stop.”
Her eyes go big as she just stares at me. “God, no,” she says, shaking her head. “I wanted to let you know that I think I’m going to come from you playing with my nipples,” she admits, arching her back. “I’ve never,” she says, and I bend and kiss her, my hand roaming over her shoulders, down to her tits where I play with her nipples, pinching and tugging them. She lets go of my mouth to pant out, and I thought she was kidding, and I know she was not. She puts her knees together, and I can see it’s for friction. “Please,” she huffs out.
I let go of her tits and move my hands down to the middle of her legs. Cupping her pussy through her jeans, I can feel the heat. “Tell me,” I whisper in her ear, and I rub her through her jeans. “Do you want to come on my hand?”
She nods her head. “Yes,” she pants out without hesitation, and I love that she is so open with me. When she got on her knees before, I thought I was going to have a heart attack, and then when she took my cock in her mouth, I thought my legs would give out, and I had to hold the counter. “I want your hands.”
I smirk as her hips move with my hand. “What about my mouth?” I say, dying to taste her. She stills, and I look at her.
“I’ve never…” she starts. “I tried it once, and it was…” I look at her as she looks down at my hand shy, and that shit is not going to fly with me.
I put my finger under her chin and tilt her head back. “You’ve had me down your throat,” I say, smiling. “Don’t get shy with me.”
“It’s just that…” She hesitates. “I can never really orgasm with oral.”
