The Unidentified Redhead
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And I was still wearing my heels. Slut.
I was lying on my back, with Jack snuggled up against me, his head pressed into the nook between my neck and my shoulders. His hand absently continued to caress my breasts, traveling from one to the other while I breathed contentedly beneath him. I had no energy even to speak, but I did channel a little strength into making my fingers scratch his head, granting me a peaceful sigh back. It was the least I could do. He had earned it.
“Grace?” he whispered, long after the music had switched to something a little more quiet.
“Hmm?” was all I could manage.
“I love that you called out my name when you, you know,” he said quietly.
“I did?” I asked incredulously.
“You don’t remember?”
“Sweet Nuts, I don’t remember anything after you ripped my panties off. I think I may have blacked out.” I sighed.
He laughed and continued to stroke my breasts. It was more than pleasant.
“I’ll tell you what, though. You give mama a few minutes to recover here, and then it is on, Johnny Bite Down.” I quipped, the thought sending a fresh wave of desire through my body, which he instantly noticed.
“Grace, you have sex hair!” He laughed, guiding my hand up to the back of my head, where I could feel a nest beginning to form.
“Ah well, it was worth it.” I giggled, rolling over on top of him and sliding down his body. “Now then, let’s see what young Mr. Hamilton is up for … ooh, I see he is already up,” I teased, as I made my way down his body.
“Hey, I thought you said you needed some recovery time, Crazy,’“ he protested weakly, trying to grab my shoulders.
“Hamilton, shut the f**k up and enjoy this,” I said, using his own words against him.
He smiled and nestled his head back into the pillows, folding his arms behind his head to give him a better view of me.
“Carry on then.” He smirked.
And carry on I did.
Chapter 12
I crawled down his body like a smitten kitten, intent on where I was headed.
He hissed when I let my br**sts brush against him, sliding up and back again with purposeful movements designed to make him come unglued. This was not my first time at the rodeo, and I knew I was quite good at this. While he had started out smirking, his mouth had quickly turned into a perfectly shaped O
as his eyes closed and he exhaled slowly.
“Grace,” he whispered, drawing my name out for literal y seconds. His hands returned to my hair almost instantly and brushed it back from my face. When his eyes opened again, he saw me positioned with my mouth directly above him, not moving at all. I let my breath caress him and I watched him twitch beneath me. He was gorgeous. I gently took him into my mouth, just barely, and let my tongue sweep out to touch the tip of him. He groaned.
The sound of Jack Hamilton groaning was quite possibly the most beautiful sound in the world.
I let my fingertips caress the length of him and then grasped him firmly.
His h*ps bucked off the bed, as my own had done earlier. Turnabout was fair play. I was going to enjoy teasing him.
When I took him into my mouth and he felt my hot tongue push against him, he reacted involuntarily. I stroked him quickly and then slowly, alternating my grip between maddeningly gentle and perfectly tight. He let his hands loose in my hair, gripping me when he needed an anchor.
I wrapped my lips around the base of him and then gently surrounded him with my teeth. I pulled back, letting my teeth graze his skin with gentle pressure, releasing him with relish. I immediately took him in again, burying him in my mouth as I had done earlier, letting him fill me. His breath took on a husky quality, and I knew he was getting close. I couldn’t let that happen.
I stopped, and sat back on my heels, and his eyes sprang open, meeting mine. Tilting my head as I looked at him, I grinned.
“Grace, quit f**king with me,” he growled thickly.
“Oh, I have only begun to f**k with you,” I whispered back. Leaning down again, I took his hands and pressed them against the sides of my breasts, pushing them together. I took him between them, squeezing him and earning another groan of approval.
“Ah, Grace, your tits are heaven.” He moaned.
“Mmm, does that feel good?” I asked, as I watched him from above.
“You have no idea,” he answered roughly.
I had some idea.
I bent down and took him back into my mouth again. I knew the sight of me with him between my br**sts was going to be more than he could handle, and when my tongue found him again, I knew he was seconds away from his release. My mouth was furious on him, pumping him in and out of me, and his groans grew steadily louder as he tried to pull away from me.
“Grace, oh God, Grace, I’m going to … mmmm … ” he stuttered, sitting up, trying to be a gentleman about this.
I paused only for a second to say, “I know,” and with one hand pushed him back onto the bed, lowering myself to him again.
He let his head settle into the pillows as he gripped my hair again, feeling his release begin. I felt him starting to come before he actually did, and I kept my mouth tightly on him. I knew he wanted me to pull away. That sweet display of chivalry would have never worked on me. I wouldn’t miss this for anything.
I felt him explode in my mouth, and I continued to keep pace with him as he shook. I watched from my vantage point as the most beautiful man in the world made the most beautiful face in the world.
Watching Jack come was like nothing I had ever seen. He said my name repeatedly, loudly at first, and then quietly, almost reverently as he began to climb back down. I watched as his face, brow furrowed at first and clenched in passion, began to soften and my favorite smile crept in.
He was luminous.
He was angelic.
He was mine. Whether he knew it or not, he was mine.
I released him from my mouth, kissing him softly. I planted sweet kisses all along his belly and his chest as I crawled back up. I settled into his nook, and he held me close. He continued to say my name, getting quieter with each breath he took. Leaning down, he kissed my forehead, pulling me closer to him.
“Jesus, Grace, that was amazing,” he finally said. That voice could literally make me do anything.
“Mmm, I’m glad you thought so,” I answered, snuggling in. We lay quietly for a few minutes, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Only our breathing and the light humming sound he would make every so often punctuated the silence.
Then I heard something else … a snicker, and then a thump. Then another snicker.
“Did you hear that?” he whispered.
“Yes, unfortunately I did,” I whispered back, proactively gathering the sheets and pulling them protectively around us.
“You might want to prepare yourself,” I warned softly, knowing we only had seconds.
“What are you talking about?” he started to say, getting out only the first two words, when the door burst open.
Holly and Nick danced into the room, running in circles, laughing madly.
Holly looked at the two of us tangled in the sheets and opened her mouth to say something. She started giggling again as she tried desperately to get it out.
Jack stared at the show taking place in front of us and looked at me for help.
“Wait for it,” I quietly instructed. Holly took a deep breath, and as Nick sank to his knees in hysterics, she finally said, “The British are coming! The British are coming!”
She fell on the bed, laughing like a loon, and Jack looked at me again with raised eyebrows.
“I am so sorry,” I mouthed to him, pulling myself up into a sitting position, which he mimicked. He graciously pulled the sheets up a little higher to cover me more, and after a second thought, pulled his own up higher as well.
We let the two fools laugh until they calmed down, and then I spoke.
“Are you done now?”
“That depends. Are you done?” she asked, starting to laugh again. Nick was now pulling himself off the floor, collapsing on the bed as well.
“Holly, the British already came,” Jack said, still shaking his head at the crazy that was currently on display.
The two of them looked at each other and broke into a fresh round of laughter.
“Now, there are too many on this bed. If you’re wearing pants, you have to leave, now,” I announced, pushing Nick with my covered toe. Jack’s mouth was turning up at the corners and he looked as though he was suppressing his own laughter.
“Don’t encourage them, they’ll never leave,” I scolded. “And Holly, Jack and you work together! I am pretty sure this is crossing some kind of line into a hostile working environment.”
“Do you feel hostile toward me, Jack?” she asked, turning to him.
“No, although, if you had come in earlier, I wouldn’t have felt too kindly toward you,” he answered, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. I smiled at him. This was insane, but we were good.
“Awww,” Nick and Holly both said at the same time. They looked as though they were going to start getting comfortable, and I was not having it.
“It smells like sex in here,” Nick whispered to Holly, of course loud enough for us to hear. I began to blush while Jack began to chortle.
“OK, that’s it. Out!” I shouted, gathering the covers and starting to get up.
“No, no, we’ll leave. I don’t want to see any more than I need to,” Holly said, finally pushing herself off the bed.
“Speak for yourself, sister. I haven’t seen enough,” Nick muttered, also dragging himself off the bed.
“Next time, we lock them out,” Jack said, pulling me back closer to him as they made their way to the door.
“She’s got sex hair,” I heard Nick say, as they walked out.
“Well, dur. Didn’t you hear all the screaming?” she giggled back. “‘Night, kids,” she stated, closing the door behind her. I grabbed a sheet as I jumped out of bed immediately, crossing to the door and locking it quickly.
“What are you doing?” he asked, as I stood by the door for a few seconds.
I held up my hand to him, motioning for him to be quiet. Sure enough, not seconds had gone by when I saw the knob begin to turn.
“Dammit, they locked it,” I heard Holly whisper.
“I didn’t think she would take it so hard,” Nick whispered back. I looked back at Jack, still in bed.
“That’s what he said!” we both yelled, and we heard them both run back downstairs, one of them tripping and hitting the floor with a loud smack. We both laughed.
“Sorry about that,” I said, leaning back against the door, wrapping my sheet more tightly around me.
“No problem. Now get that sweet ass back into this bed before I come over there and get you,” he answered. I stared at him, his lean torso peeking out over the sheets that had settled low around his hips. He was leaning back against the headboard, my headboard, and he had never looked sexier. He gazed at me with a now familiar gleam in his eye.
“Already? Don’t you need a few minutes?” I asked. He pulled the sheets a little lower. Nope, I guess not.
“No ma’am. I am good to go,” he answered, raising his hand and curling his finger back and forth in a come-hither gesture.
Suddenly, I loved the fact that he was only twenty-four.
Yeah, I just bet you do …
Chapter 13
That night went down (pun intended and acknowledged) in history, forever known as: Hamilton: 5 / Sheridan: Lost Track After 17. It was probably the best night I ever spent in a bed with a man.
And on the floor with a man.
And up against the door with a man.
And, God watch over and protect us, on the floor of the closet with a man.
As the sun crept into the sky, we were lying next to each other, totally spent.
It had been like the Oral Olympics. At one point, poor Holly had actually come to the door, begging us to let her get some sleep. I couldn’t respond, being otherwise engaged in the throes of another intense orgasm, so Jack removed his mouth long enough to tel her to go away, returning to me quickly. Such chivalry.
We were facing each other on our sides, and he had his arm under my head, propping me up. My leg was thrown over his hip, my arm wrapped around his waist, trailing my fingers up and down his back. We hadn’t spoken for awhile, both of us too tired to say a word. He was pressing his lips against my face, my temples, my eyelids, my lips. He was humming softly, a tune I didn’t recognize. I let out a groan and stretched my arms over my head, arching my back, listening as my muscles let me know they were overworked. My br**sts were dangerously close to his face, and he couldn’t resist placing a soft kiss on my left nipple—which responded in turn. Then his hand found my right nipple.
I moaned softly. I had to stop this. I smacked his hand away and rolled to the other side of the bed, my back to him.
“We have to stop, this is insane. I literally cannot handle any more. I think I’ve lost brain function. I can actual y feel myself becoming stupid,” I complained, digging under the covers and burying my face into the pillows. He steamrolled across the bed into me, sliding his hands beneath the covers and finding my hips. He molded his body into mine, pressing his chest into my back.
“Not possible. Let’s test it. What’s two times two?”
“Orange?” I giggled tiredly.
“Hmm, this is worse than I thought … let’s try another. What’s my name?”
“George?” I puzzled.
“George? Bloody George? Grace, I’m shocked,” he argued, pressing harder into me as I laughed. I could tell, and feel, where this was going.
“George, is it? Behave. There will be no more of that. My oonie can’t handle any more,” I protested on behalf of her, who of course was on a mission of her own. My body responded to him even when my brain was begging for rest.