Rock Me Gently by HK Carlton Page B

driveway. She didn’t turn back but he made sure that she heard the screeching tires and the roar of the powerful engine speed down her street. Yeah, he wanted to go fast today.

Chapter Six
    Lainey changed, putting on a loose-fitting, but frilly white peasant blouse and a pair of beige short shorts. Undoing the loose braid she fluffed her hair with her fingers, scrunching it then finally letting it fall loose around her shoulders in kinky waves. She reapplied some blue eyeliner and mascara, then pinched her cheeks going for the au naturel look instead of applying blush. She knew that her face would flush when Jason came back around anyway. 
    Taking the cooler from the basement she then rushed back into the kitchen and began to throw together sandwiches. When she acknowledged the fact that she was excited to be spending the day with Jason, the horny little butterflies were back with a vengeance. It had been a long time since she’d felt this way. 
    After rinsing some grapes she tossed them into a plastic container. Unsure if he liked mayo or mustard, she threw those both up onto the counter to take along. She made a large pitcher of lemonade and was stirring it with a long wooden spoon when she heard the knock on the door.
    “Come in,” she yelled pulling her blouse off each shoulder.
    “Are you always so trustworthy? Any sexual deviant could walk in and take advantage of you.”
    “Well, I was expecting a certain pervert so I wasn’t worried,” she teased, admiring the tight white T-shirt hugging his chest and muscular biceps along with the snug-fitting dark shorts.
    Pushing his dark glasses up onto his head, he raised his eyebrows at her. “Are you referring to me?” he asked in all innocence. He followed her to the counter. 
    “Oh, look at you,” he breathed. She looked over her shoulder at him, as his gaze started at her ankles moving slowly up over her. He wrapped his large hands around her hips. “Sexual deviant, right here. I knew you’d have fantastic legs. And the shorts… Geez woman, how am I supposed to walk around with you all day with that amazing ass in those tiny shorts?” Removing his hands from her hips, he then started at her wrists, skimming his palms over her arms all the way to her shoulders. She inhaled sharply when she felt his lips skim her shoulder. Moving her hair, he continued over the back of her neck and onto the other shoulder. “Mmm, creamy sweet shoulders. Yeah, I’m just gonna be indecent all freakin’ day.” He flattened his body against her back, pushing her slightly forward so that her butt stuck out and he rubbed his erection over it, leaving her in no doubt as to what he meant. “As if I haven’t been since the day I met you.” Goose bumps rose all over her body and her heart pounded.
    “Oh you have not,” she said, straightening her back out along his chest. Awkwardly, she raised her arms reaching behind them to clasp her hands behind his neck. He wound his arms around her waist and held her to him. 
    “You feel good,” he mumbled against her neck, then trailed his palms over her ribs. Lainey arched her back in anticipation, then thrust her chest out as he wrapped his hands around her breasts. She sighed, loving the feel of his hands on her.
    “Mmm,” he hummed. “Nice.” He kneaded her breasts. Her nipples hardened against his palms. He plucked them with his fingers, making them even stiffer, sending delicious little waves of sensation lower. His hips took on a rhythmic thrust, grinding hard against her ass. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?” he breathed.
    “Ohh, I think I do.” Surprisingly, she wanted him to do them—and even more shocking—she wanted to do things to him. Sensuously, she wiggled her bum against him. He shoved her so that her chest flattened out against the counter. He grabbed her by the hips, lifting her backside level with his hard straining cock and he ground against her