Show Me the Honey, page 11
part #1 of Sweet & Dirty BBW Series
Lindi's sex squeezed tighter, and she nearly whimpered with shock and excitement. Oooh, this just kept getting wilder and hotter. "You ... you want me to, um ..."
He grasped her wrist and guided her hand down between them, folding it over the bulge of his erection. "Hell, yeah, I want you to 'um'. I want you to open my jeans, take my cock out and use this sweet mouth to suck me dry." He pulled her head back and nipped at the tendon in her throat, pressing his hard, swollen cock up into her grasp. "You willin’ to do that for me, honey?"
Lindi shuddered with desire, then stiffened as a car with two women rolled to a stop two spaces over. "Um, should we maybe go somewhere else?"
A jacked-up pickup drove slowly along the next aisle and pulled into a spot nearby. There were people everywhere. Thank God most of the kids were in school.
"Honey, this rig has dark tinted windows. No one can see in here, no matter what we do."
"Well, for heaven's sake, lock the doors," she blurted as a young guy leapt down from the pickup and jogged by, headed for the mall.
He reached past her and hit a button on the door console. Four locks clicked closed.
Then he pressed another button, and the seat began to move under them, leaning Jack back into a nearly reclining position. One that gave Lindi room to wriggle back toward the steering wheel, she soon discovered, and room to bend over his lap. Oh, my God. She was really going to do this. She was going to suck him off in a parking lot.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked him, one hand on his chest. He was warm and solid, and touching him quelled the nerves jumping in her middle.
Jack traced a finger over her cheek, his eyes heavy and hot. "You got a desperate man here, honey. Have mercy."
He was at her mercy. Feeling daring and naughty, Lindi unfastened his jeans. His cock sprang out. She stared in awe. He was beautiful, long and thick and hard, the turgid length suffused with blood, the broad head spangled with a drop of arousal.
Hesitantly, she traced her fingertips up the underside. He was like hot silk, and she giggled nervously as he leapt under her touch, smacking against her palm.
He stroked his thumb across her lip, his gaze searching hers. "Baby, you're hesitating. You ever done this before?"
"Well, to the finish? Only once," she admitted, "And I was kind of drunk. I don't really remember much."
Dave had loved it from what she could remember, and she’d gone down on him again, but he’d always pulled out, telling her he’d rather come inside her. That had been fine with her.
But now, she wanted to go all the way. She practically craved the taste and feel of this man in her mouth.
Jack groaned. "Fuck me, you're practically a virgin. Well, don't you worry about a thing. Papa's gonna teach you everything you need to know."
And he did. Urging her down to him, he showed her how to taste him, licking the drop of cum from the crease in the broad head of his cock, and swirl her tongue around the head, moistening it and her lips before opening her mouth to take him in. He filled her mouth, and she shivered with pleasure as she imagined taking his cock inside her sex, having this power and girth thrusting deep and strong. Her pussy clenched with need, and she moaned.
Her hair hung in a curtain around her face, hiding her and what she was doing in a private space, a naughty secret from the people in the parking lot outside. He smelled good down here, too, his musky male scent stronger, but tinged with her shower gel.
"That's right, honey," he praised her, his voice even rougher than usual. "Now, wrap your little hand around the base and hold on. Stroke me while you suck. Fuck, yeah. Just like that."
He surged up into her mouth, then cursed when she gagged. "Sorry, sorry. Christ, you got me hot as a high school kid. Just take as much as you can, honey. I'll be still."
He was, holding her head in a gentle grip as she licked and sucked him. But a thrill of pleasure and triumph coursed through her as his hands tightened in her hair, and he quivered in her grasp like a bucking horse when a cowgirl dropped onto his back, ready to ride.
"Yeah," he groaned. "So good, honey. So hot and sweet."
Reveling in the power she held over this big, strong male, Lindi took him as deep as she could, then again and again.
He stiffened, his hands pulling on her hair, his body quivering under her.
"Like that," he muttered. "Ah, Lindi. Gonna come."
With a deep groan, he began to ejaculate, salty, creamy fluid filling her mouth.
Lindi swallowed, triumph brimming as she took all that he gave her and continued to caress him with her mouth and hands.
"Jesus fuck," Jack muttered, stilling her with his hands on her scalp. "Think I just caught a glimpse of heaven there."
Lindi sat up and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, then watched him shyly as he lay under her, eyes closed, his tough face flushed and lazy the way it had been after his shower.
He pulled her down to him, and gave her a hug, turning his head to kiss her temple.
"Thank you, honey," he murmured, stroking her back. "That was ... amazing."
Lindi bit her lip, although she couldn't hide her pleased smile. "Really?"
Jack opened his heavy eyes, gave her a look of disbelief, then began to laugh, a deep, rollicking sound that wrapped her in warmth. "Are you fuckin' kidding me? Honey, you could make a cool million a year with that mouth in Vegas."
"However," he added, his eyes narrowing, "you use it on any cock but mine, I won't be happy."
Lindi ducked her chin and traced the pattern on his tee shirt with one finger. Wow. That sounded ... proprietary. And she hadn’t really been considering it—just maybe having a flash fantasy of him as a Vegas high roller and her as an expensive call girl in a tiny little dress.
Jack leaned up and kissed her mouth, his smiling. "Goin' shy on me, now?" He kissed her again, and Lindi sank into the caress of his lips and tongue, and the taste of him on both their mouths.
"You like makin' me come," he said, with the air of a man making a discovery that pleased him no end.
"Uh-huh," she admitted breathily, her face hot. She had liked it, a lot. When he began to ejaculate in her mouth, giving her his essence, his ecstasy, she'd nearly orgasmed herself.
She'd enjoyed sex with Dave, but sex with Jack was a whole different level of raunchy, earthy, and delicious.
She loved the way he looked, the feel of his big body holding hers, and the way he smelled. Best of all, she loved the way he looked at her, as if he really saw her, and liked what he saw.
Wait, no, maybe the best part was the way he kissed her, as if she were endlessly delicious.
No, it was the way he talked to her. That was her very favorite thing about him, the way he said exactly what was on his mind, what he wanted and what he liked, all in his deep, rough voice.
Until he cupped her mons through her jeans, and lifted her up high enough to nip at her distended nipple through her lace bra and thin tank.
"Pull your top down, honey," he ordered. "Gotta taste your pretty tits."
Her nipple in his hot, wet, inventive mouth, Lindi decided, with the few brain cells that were still working, that she definitely loved this the best. He sucked and then nibbled with his lips and flicked the hard tip with his velvety tongue, sending her into shudders of need for more, harder. And then he gave her that too.
"You could ... make money doing this too," she told him, sliding her fingers into his hair to hold his head to her. "Jack—oh please. Harder."
"Sweet as honey. Gotta make you come too," he mumbled around her nipple, unfastening her jeans. "Then we can go shoppin'."
Since he already had his hand in her panties, Lindi didn't bother to argue. She arched her hips forward so he could work two thick fingers inside her, and moaned her approval as he found her clitoris with his thumb.
"Ride my fingers, honey," he instructed. "Give me your other tit, and ride me till you come. Yeah?"
She nodded fervently, and did as he said, until his mouth and his hand, his voice low and dirty in her ear were all that she knew, all that she wanted.
"Now open your eyes," he ordered. "Look at all those poor schmucks right out there, never knowin' what they're missin', 'cause they ain't us."
Lindi obeyed, dragging open her heavy eyes just as two men in business suits threaded their way between the SUV and the car next to theirs. They were so close she could have reached out and touched them, had the window been open.
"Who's got you?" he demanded, stroking her faster with his thick, calloused fingers and thumb. "Who's makin' you come?"
"You are ... Jack." Lindi came helplessly, hard and fast, ecstasy imploding through her in a dark, helpless rush. She tipped her face down against his hair as she moaned, high and breathy. "Oh, Jack."
"That's right," he approved, holding her fast. "Squeeze me hard. Gimme that honey, hot and sweet."
When at last she opened her eyes, he was smiling at her. He gave her a last pet, and pulled his hand from between her thighs.
"I like makin' you come, too," he told her. "Hate that I lied to you though."
Lindi stiffened, some of her glow of happiness fading. "You lied to me? About what?"
He shook his head with mock sadness. "Told you I was gonna eat you before you used your mouth on me again. I haven't tasted you yet. That is a bad thing. I want you to come all over my mouth, so I can taste your honey." He lifted his hand to his face and inhaled deeply, then groaned. "Fuck, you smell good."
Her pussy clenched in an echo of her orgasm, and he grinned as if he knew exactly the effect he’d had on her.
"Oh, you." Lindi sat up and tugged at her bra and tank. Jack watched and hindered her efforts by petting her nipples and getting his big hands in the way. But finally her top was straight.
However, when she pulled up the zipper on her tank, he promptly unzipped it part way. Then he leaned up and pressed a kiss to her cleavage. "Too pretty to hide."
Lindi was smiling as she wriggled her new jeans up over her hips again, and zipped them. Her thong felt as if it was jammed up into her crack, but she almost didn't mind as it abraded happy parts of her farther forward.
"Next time," Jack promised her, "I get to have you in a bed ... every way I can think of."
A frisson of alarm danced down her spine. "Um, not every way."
His brows flew up, and then he chuckled, his eyes twinkling wickedly. "No?" he asked, trailing his fingers down between her ass cheeks.
"No," Lindi said firmly.
He levered the seat up. "Just remember, honey, everything's negotiable."
"Oh, no. Huh-uh. Rear entry is not negotiable, not for this girl."
Done talking, Jack opened the SUV door and stepped out, bearing her with him. With a gasp, she hung on until he set her on her feet on the pavement. He smacked her lightly on the ass and closed the door behind them.
"All right, sweetness, let's go shoppin'."
She leaned over to peer at her reflection in the side mirror on the SUV. Oh, great. Flushed, sleepy-eyed, with her lip gloss long gone and her hair a mess—she looked exactly like she'd just been engaging in heavy petting in a vehicle.
Well, she had. And it had been awesome. With a mental shrug, she finger-combed her hair, renewed her lip gloss, took the hand Jack held out to her, and walked with him to the mall.
Chapter Fifteen
Lindi's phone chirped as they were walking through the mall's big glass entry doors. She pulled it from her purse and gave Jack a self-conscious smile. "It's my friend Sara."
He shrugged. "Go ahead and answer. I ain't in any hurry."
However, Lindi winced as she read her friend's message. 'Nice pic. But dating a stranger? R U sure?'
'He's the one who told me to send U his deets,' Lindi fired back. Then she speculated guiltily on what Sara would have to say if she knew Jack had begun by kidnapping her, or some of the other things that had happened. That would not be good.
Belatedly, she realized that her first instinct had been to defend Jack to her friend. Which was a little weird, considering how they'd met. She'd better be careful here—she'd read about some syndrome where victims ended up allying themselves with their kidnappers.
Then she rolled her eyes at her own lurid imagination. Jack was hardly holding her bound in some remote place, waiting for ransom. As soon as he'd discovered their mistake, he'd defended her fiercely, knocking Twig out after he hit her, and then put himself between her and a gun.
He'd also given her a heartfelt apology for his part in her ordeal.
Her phone pinged again. Kit this time. 'OMG, he's hawt! Does he have a friend??'
Keys' lean, knowing face filled Lindi's mind, and she winced. Yup, Jack had a hot friend, but one who'd been around a lot. And no matter how tough the face Kit showed the world, Lindi couldn't help but feel it was only a thin, fragile facade. Kit needed to find a nice, ordinary guy, not a rambling man who'd make her fall for him and then take off on his bike for parts unknown.
'No, sorry,' she texted quickly. 'Just him & me tonite. Talk to u tomorrow.'
She stuffed her phone back into her purse and followed Jack into the nearest store. Then she stopped short as she realized they were in Victoria's Secret, surrounded by mannequin torsos clad in tiny, pretty underthings.
"I know you said you needed underwear," she said, hands on her hips, "But I figured the men's section at Macy's."
"Cute," he shot back. "This is for you."
"Jack," she hissed. "You are not buying me undies."
"Yeah, I am," he said, perusing the nearest rack, which held a selection of candy pink and black bras and panties. "'Cause then I'm gonna take 'em off of you. I like tits and ass wrapped up sweet. These'll go with your Harley shit."
He fingered a push-up bra, and Lindi snorted. "Not that one. I do not wear double-D."
He grinned. "Know that, honey. I figure you for a C-cup."
"Thirty-four C." She didn't want to think about why he was so accurate at guessing bra sizes. "Size 6 panties. And no, I am not buying any more of those." She grabbed the thong dangling from his big forefinger and tossed it back on the display shelf. "I wear bikinis or boy-cuts."
"Cool. Pick some out." His attention had already wandered on to a turquoise set. "And some of these. Mm-hmm, that's what I'm talkin' about."
String bikini bottoms. But at least they weren't thongs. And she'd always secretly longed to shop at Victoria's Secret for undies. And although she felt weird taking all these gifts from Jack, he was right, he did owe her a nice apology. And—yeah, and she knew very well all her rationalizations smelled like last weeks’ café garbage, but still, since he and she weren’t going to be long term, if he wanted to throw his money around … let him.
Jack bought them both fruit smoothies at a popular kiosk, and then walked her through two other stores at the mall, carrying the Victoria’s Secret shopping bags with utter unself-consciousness, but to Lindi's relief, his only other purchases were underwear and socks for himself.
When she stopped to admire a store display of spring pastel-hued candles and soaps, she found he had moved on a few feet in front of a jewelry store window sparkling with diamonds.
Lindi giggled quietly as she joined him. "You're the first man I've ever seen look at jewelry voluntarily."
He slurped the last of his smoothie and tossed the empty container in a trash can. "Jewelry is for chicks, but they're not the ones who buy it."
"I suppose."
"You're not into jewelry?" he asked.
Lindi shrugged. "I have other priorities."
Would she like to stroll into the store and choose a pretty ring? Sure, especially the one with a big diamond in the center and golden gems around it in an asymmetrical swirl, but that wasn't going to happen, so no sense even dreaming about it.
The only jewelry she owned was a little gold cross on a chain from her grandma, and a few silver pendants and rings she sometimes threw on together for an evening out. They were good enough for her. Dave hadn't been into buying her jewelry. Just leaving her a chunk of valuable property.
She turned away from the temptation of the glittering gems. Diamonds weren't in her destiny, but that was all right. All she really wanted was to be able to hire some help to keep the BeeHive open longer hours, afford paid advertising, and thus make a profit above and beyond what she owed the bank. To be a businesswoman, dependent on no one but herself. To be safe from the nagging fear of ending up with nothing, both literally and emotionally.
Now, maybe she had a chance at that ... if Darrell didn't show up to harass her before she could put it into action.
Jack insisted on carrying all their purchases in one hand, and continued to hold her hand in his big, warm, calloused one as they strolled farther along the mall. This, Lindi liked a lot. She couldn't remember ever shopping with anyone except her mom and sister.
Sara made good money but wasn't a shopper, and Kit existed from month to month, wearing outfits thrown together from Goodwill or borrowed from Lindi’s closet, and at times sleeping on Sara and Lindi's sofas and eating their food. Not that either of them minded. Kit was good people, but she was ... lost, in a way Lindi worried could never be fixed.
That a rough, tough biker man like Jack seemed to be willing to take all the time in the world to wander and shop, with families and groups of giggling teens now out of school for the afternoon eddying around them, not only surprised Lindi, it made her like him even more.
He may have scared the daylights out of her when he grabbed her at the café, but every hour since revealed more of his easy-going side. And this felt like a piece of the real Jack Moran, not a facade he drew over himself to blend in or hide a mean nature.
He guided her to a stop before a sign giving locations of the mall businesses.
"Hey, good deal," he said. "There's a steak house right across the parking lot. How about I go get the SUV and pick you up outside those doors right over there? We'll go have a couple drinks and an early supper."
"Okay," she agreed. It had been a while since breakfast at her apartment, and she was hungry. Also, she hadn't had good steak in months. It was so much cheaper to buy burger for herself, not to mention easier to cook up with pasta or rice on the stovetop in her tiny kitchen. Steak required a grill.
