At Last!

JC was pleased Clare had attempted to match his mode of dress for their first ‘date’. She wore a short blue-jean skirt, a baby tee, and a blue-jean jacket. Her clothes looked new and well-pressed while he tended to go for the grungy look. What he liked best about the outfit was all her honey-colored hair poured over her shoulders and down her back.

“You look beautiful.” He couldn’t keep the happy sigh in his voice when he saw her at the door.

“Thank you.”

Tipping her face up, he kissed her softly. “My beautiful honey girl.”

“Hi, JC.”

He grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.”

Clare had known there would be photographers; she just hadn’t imagined how many there would be! Her smile never slipped as long as JC’s hand rested on her back or her hand was in his.

“You handle this pretty good for a non-Hollywood girl,” he murmured for her ears only.

“Only a facade.”

He slid his eyes to hers. “You okay, Clare?”

“I’m fine, JC. I asked for it, didn’t I?”

Moving his hand beneath her jacket, he stroked the silken skin on her back. “I’m glad. I want to be with you.”

At the after party, JC introduced Clare around as his friend. He realized rumors would fly. He supposed there were worst fates than being linked with a beautiful, intelligent woman. But it was after the after party he was looking forward to. Being alone with Clare, no party to hurry off to. No schedule he had to keep.

Both of them were aware what would happen when she took his hand and led him into her house. They tossed their jackets over the dining room table as they made their way to the moonlit living room. JC sat on the sofa and pulled her down to his lap.

“Ohh, are we getting frisky?” Clare teased.

“Plannin’ on it. Mind?”

She shook her head and all her golden hair fell forward curtaining their faces as she lowered her head to find his mouth. Their lips fused together as their tongues danced and teased. They took turns tasting each other, luring the others’ tongue into their mouths to bite and suck. JC tore his mouth away, nipping his way to her ear.

“Tell me you want me, Clare,” he demanded huskily. “Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”

“More,” she purred as she nibbled at his chin.

“I doubt that. You make me so fucking crazy…” One big hand slid beneath her shirt to cup one plump, unencumbered breast. Tenderly he plucked at the nipple causing it to harden.

“JC…”

He squeezed her breast gently, testing its weight and firmness. “These are gorgeous.”

“How do you know?” she teased. “You’ve never seen them.”

“Then show me.”

Without hesitation, she removed her shirt and dropped it to the floor. When his hands went for her, she slapped them away. “Lose your shirt, mister.”

Grinning, JC whipped off his shirt and flung it away.

“Yum!” Her hands stroked down his chest, caressing and kneading. “Verrry niice.”

“Glad you approve, honey.”

Lowering her mouth, she sucked on the fluttering pulse at the base of his throat.

“You know how to go right in for the kill, don’t you?” JC groaned in pleasure.

“Mmm-hmm…” Her mouth continued lower as she slid from his lap.

“Clare, where’re you going?…Jesus!” he cried out when she squeezed the hard swell at the front of his jeans.

“That doesn’t look comfy.”

He chuckled, “It’s not.” When nimble fingers unfastened his pants, he knew what she was planning. He had died and gone to heaven, right? It was the only explanation for the golden-haired angel who was kneeling at his feet, stripping his pants and shorts away. “Clare…” Then her small hands had him in a firm, pumping grip. “Uhh…damn, that feels good!” Honey-colored silk flowed around his manhood as her lips enclosed the head and her tongue teased the tip. “Baby…” he growled roughly as her mouth began sliding up and down, sucking, licking, worshiping. Unconsciously, his hips rose, trying to get her take more – and she did. Cupping his sacs, she squeezed them gently. “Clare…oh, baby, I’m nearly there,” he warned her, his breathing harsh and shallow. He cupped the back of her head, caressing her scalp, encouraging her. The pressure built. Blood was roaring in his ears. He could feel the blood sizzling through his veins. Then…”Clare!” His body went taut and his whole being exploded as he jetted down her throat. As he floated down, he stroked her hair as her head rested against his knee. “That was great, honey. Perfect,” he told her once he gained his breath. “Also unexpected.”

Clare looked up at him. “Why?”

JC shrugged. “I know it’s not a lot of girls’ favorite thing.”

“Don’t have to worry about this girl.” Rising, she stretched a little before she dropped her skirt and thong to the carpet.

He leaned forward to grasp her hips, his mouth caressing her belly. “I’d like to return the favor.”

“That’s not how it works for me. I’m not a tit for tat kinda girl.”

“I’m glad. Maybe a bad choice of words.” He ran one hand through the pale curls below her belly, making her shiver. “I want you, Clare. I want to make love to you with my hands, my mouth, my body. I want all of you.” He guided her to sit on the wide arm of the sofa, her feet flat on the cushions, him kneeling between them.

“Hmm…you’re assuming I can balance here.” She gave him a teasing smile.

“I won’t let you fall off.”

“Good to know.”

JC straightened to kiss her lingeringly, then his mouth trailed down her throat to cover her breasts with sweet little baby kisses. Over her stomach to her thighs, he pressed opened mouthed-kisses as he urged her legs further apart. His tongue parted the curls, revealing her swollen feminine slit, the outer petals already opening. “Beautiful,” he murmured before nuzzling her adoringly.

“Oh, JC…” Had anyone ever approached her, loved her in this manner? She didn’t ever remember it being so…sweet.

Once again, his tongue stroked her this time more firmly, seeking entrance.

“Mmm…” she purred as he leisurely licked at her, as if he was in no particular hurry. He flicked the very tip of his tongue at the shy pearl that poked out of its hood. “Ah!” He swirled around the treasure, occasionally stroking it, teasing it. One of Clare’s hands went to his head while she kept herself steady on her precarious perch with the other. And then his lips closed over the sensitive bud. She about lost her seat when her hips bucked up. He steadied her before continuing his assault. He drove his tongue into her, stabbing and licking. “JC!” The rhythm was like that of lovemaking. He alternated the probes with sucking on the pearl. She was frantic in his grip, squirming and moaning softly. “Oh, please, soon!” she begged, not knowing how much more she could bear. His tongue returned to swirl and flick as he sucked on her. Relentlessly he forced this most intimate of kisses of her until she cried out. “Jay-Cee!” His reward flooded against his mouth and he lapped it up thirstily.

Clare was nearly boneless when JC brought her down to the safely of the sofa cushions, kissing and nuzzling her to soothe her quaking. “To use your term…Damn!” she murmured breathlessly.

He grinned. “We aim to please.”

“I like your aim!” she joked. With a sigh, she said, “Once I can walk again, I suppose we should move this party upstairs.”

“Nothing wrong with my legs.” JC rose from the sofa and scooped Clare up. He carried her up to her very feminine bedroom. Somehow, the lace and frills didn’t surprise him. She may have made her living in the rather sterile world of technology, but Clare was pure girl. Setting her on her feet next to the huge bed, he pulled back the covers.

Clare opened a drawer on her bedside table and brought out a fresh box of condoms. Unwrapping the cellophane, she dropped several packets on the tabletop.

“Gee, for me?” JC laughed. “Were you hopeful?”

She snorted inelegantly. “You and I were inevitable.”

He moved behind her. Pushing aside the heavy fall of her hair from her neck, he nuzzled her nape. “Yeah, I guess we were.”

Reaching back, she ran her hand along his stubbled jaw. “You just had to be caught.”

“I was pretty much caught that first day, honey.”

“I had to reel you in slowly.”

He chuckled at the metaphor. “I’m a fish?”

She turned in his arms. “But not a cold one.” Climbing onto the bed, she held a hand out to him. “Wanna join me?”

“Oh, yeah…”

As they lay back together, Clare ran her hands over his chest and shoulders. There was a lot of wonderful man to explore. “What are your plans for tomorrow, JC?”

‘You’ he wanted to say as he gazed into her big brown eyes. “Studio work in the afternoon.”

“So, you are free in the morning?”

Lifting her hand to his lips, he kissed her fingertips. “I figure I’ll be sleeping off a wonderful, late night with my honey girl.”

“Sleep? You think I am going to let you sleep?” she mocked mischievously. She pushed him back to the pillows and came over him. “I hadn’t scheduled any sleep.”

JC laughed. “Then you’ll be playing all by yourself with an unconscious man, because I will fall asleep.”

“As long as the trouser snake is awake, I can deal,” she taunted huskily, reaching down to stroke his semi-erect member.

Groaning, he arched into her pleasing hand. “You’ll have its full attention, I’m sure.”

They took turns making each other moan and gasp. Exploring each other with hands and mouth, they tumbled and rolled playfully on the big bed, each trying to get the upper hand. Finally, JC grasped both of her wrists in one hand and held them above her head. “It’s hard to make love when you want to wrestle,” he grunted.

“Then grab a condom and show me what you’ve got,” she challenged.

“I take it you don’t want it slow and easy the first time.” JC sat back on his haunches and rolled protection on. Before he could return to her, Clare was mounting him where he sat. “Damn, girl!” he gasped. She was so tight; he didn’t know why his sudden invasion didn’t hurt.

Clare dropped her head back, her eyes closed and a look of pure bliss on her face. “Mmm…so wonderfully big,” she purred. “I like what you got, Chasez.”

Grasping her legs, he straightened them as he laid her back on the mattress. He pulled out all the way and then plunged back in.

“Ah!”

“Like that honey girl?” he growled sexily. “Hard and deep. Is that what you like, Clare?” He repeated his jarring movement to hear her cry out once more.

“Yesss!…”

“You can have it this time, ‘cuz I don’t wanna hold back. It’s been too long. But I will not do this, hurt you, all the time.” He drove into her again.

Clare opened her eyes to meet his gaze. “No, darling, you aren’t hurting me,” she assured him. “I’m not into pain. I feel marvelously full and stretched but no pain.” She saw some of the tension leave his chiseled face. Giving him a gentle shove, she reversed their positions.

“Clare…” JC let her take control of their pleasure. She rode him hard. He still didn’t know how this fragile looking woman could turn into a wicked vixen. But damn, she was good, energetic and rough. “Honey, you about there?” he demanded harshly.

“Oh, yes, JC!”

“Good.” He rolled so he was on top, thrusting his hips down as she met him hungrily. When they came together, it was a violent explosion of the like neither had ever experienced. Crying out each other’s names, they quaked and shook. They clung to the other as the only solid thing left in their universe. Then they slowly drifted down to earth, floating to a soft landing, waiting for breath to return.

JC was the first to speak. “Hot damn!”

Clare gave him a feline smile. “Worth the wait?”

“Honey, I waited all my life for that!” He grinned down at her.

“Well, maybe next time you won’t have to wait quite as long.”

He levered himself up and disposed of the condom before he lay back and brought her against him. “I hope not,” he murmured against her cheek.

Toying with his medallion, she thought about what she wanted next. What would he expect now? She had wanted him in her bed. He was there – and she wouldn’t mind having him there for a while, having him as a lover. But having him as a lover was monumentally different than being in love. She wasn’t in love with him…

“You’re quiet all of the sudden.” He pointed out.

“Thinking.”

He rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “About?”

“What do we do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I-I like you…I really like you in bed…I enjoy your company…But…”

“But?”

Clare gazed up into brilliant blue eyes. “I’m not in love.”

He wondered if he had been holding his breath. He felt relief at her statement. “That’s cool. I’m not either,” he said honestly.

“Can we do this with no strings?”

Grinning, he flipped her to her back and hovered over her. “I can so do that.”

Her arms went around his neck as she pulled him down for a hot kiss. “Good. Then we want the same thing. Great sex, companionship – no hearts and violins.”

“I don’t have time for more right now.”

“Neither do I.” Clare nipped at his throat. “So you wanna work on the ‘great sex’ part again?”

“Do I ever!”

JC woke just before dawn. He felt the heat of Clare’s body. But she wasn’t close. She laid facing away from him – apart from him, not touching. He frowned. Why did that bother him so much? He had agreed to a no strings, sexual relationship with this woman. He truly didn’t have time for more. He needed physical release, not the complications of love. He reached out to stroke her silky mane. He guessed he needed Clare – her warmth, her sexuality, her sense of fun and openness. What he didn’t need was the hassle of an emotional relationship. All those messy emotions, the expectations and obligations…Then why in the hell did the fact she didn’t sleep in his arms make him feel so alone? He scooted over and fitted himself against her back, spoon style. Clare snuggled back against him in sleep and gave a sweet, soft sigh of contentment. JC rested his chin against the back of her head. Now he could rest happy. Closing his eyes, he found sleep quickly.

When he woke late that morning, JC found Clare had risen and obviously gone downstairs. In her bathroom, he found she had supplied him with a razor, toothbrush, towels and the things he would need for morning hygiene. He had to wonder if she had a lot of over-night guests…He pushed that though away. He had no right to wonder. This was a friendly relationship for sex. He had no reason to question her morality.

Leaving the bathroom, JC wore a towel low on his hips. He discovered Clare had visited the bedroom. The bed was made and his clothes lay neatly on the foot of the bed. His shoes were on the floor. Well, that certainly told him she expected him to be out of the house soon!

Clare smiled at JC as he came down the loft steps. She was at the stove of her small galley kitchen. The main counter was an island that separated it from the dinner/living room area. The wonderful aroma of bacon was coming from the pan she watched. “Good morning, JC!”

Her smile was infectious. “Morning, CG.”

She laughed. “Is that your way of telling me to use your name?”

He shrugged as he stepped into the narrow kitchen area to kiss her cheek. “I’m just JC almost everyone – I’m used to it.”

“CG was a nickname I got in college, because anyone needed comp help they asked the ‘Computer Geek’. I even taught a couple of profs a thing or two.”

“My honey girl is a genius.” JC wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Only when it comes to computers. Things like music, geography, and biology throw me.” She offered him a piece of bacon over her shoulder.

After he chewed, he teased, “You seem to know anatomy.”

“Men are easy. Everything is connected to the dick.”

He burst out laughing. “Gee, thanks!”

“Want a couple of eggs?” she asked.

“Sure.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he actually sat down to a civilized breakfast that wasn’t served in a restaurant. Clare made fantastic coffee, the bacon was crisp, the eggs were just right…He could get used to this! “So what are your plans for the day?” JC asked Clare as they lingered over coffee.

“I have a couple of appointments this afternoon. I should be done about six.”

“If the vibes are good, we don’t stop until two or three.”

She nodded. She couldn’t understand the kind of creative processes that made music.

“I-um…Clare, how do we work this…”

“Well, first, I might suggest you bring some clothes over for the nights you don’t make it home.” She slid a key across the table to him. “My house key.”

“Are we that far along yet?”

“We’re lovers.”

“That’s a lot of trust you’re putting in me.”

She grinned. “I doubt you’re gonna steal my stereo or laptop. You’re worth more money than I am.”

Pocketing the key, he quipped, “You’re priceless!”

“Uh-huh.”

He rose and carried his table setting to the sink.

“You can leave them, JC,” she told him. “I’ll put them in the dishwasher.”

“Thanks for breakfast. I don’t usually get it.”

“I am a firm believer in breakfast.”

Coming to her, he bent to kiss her softly. “See you soon, honey. I’ll call.”

JC was well on his way to the studio when a thought struck him. He and Clare had acted more like an old married couple than new lovers…