Weekend Heat

Chapter 1: Anticipation Ignites

Jamie sprawled across the king-sized bed, the sheer fabric of her new crotchless bodystocking clinging to her curves like a second skin. The house was blissfully silent, a rare treat with the kids off at their grandparents’ for the weekend. She’d been planning this moment for weeks, her mind buzzing with the kind of dirty thoughts that made her cheeks flush and her core ache. Her fingers lazily circled her clit, teasing herself into a slow burn as she waited for Kevin to get home. The anticipation was a delicious torment, her body already humming with need.

The front door slammed downstairs, and her lips curled into a wicked smirk. 'About damn time,' she muttered under her breath, her hand pausing as she propped herself up on her elbows, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. She heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs, each one ratcheting up her pulse.

Kevin appeared in the doorway, his tie already loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal those forearms she couldn’t get enough of. His eyes locked onto her, widening for a split second before narrowing with a predatory glint. 'Well, fuck me,' he drawled, leaning against the frame. 'You look like a goddamn present I’m dying to unwrap.'

Jamie arched a brow, her voice dripping with challenge. 'Then what the hell are you waiting for, Kev? I’ve been up here getting myself all worked up while you’ve been dicking around at the office. Clock’s ticking.' She spread her legs just a little wider, the bodystocking framing her perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination.

He chuckled, low and rough, kicking off his shoes as he stalked toward the bed. 'Oh, I see. You’re calling the shots now, huh? Should I be taking notes, boss lady?' His hands were already on his belt, the metal clinking as he undid it with deliberate slowness, knowing it drove her up the wall.

'Damn right I am,' she shot back, sitting up to meet his gaze head-on. 'You’ve got five seconds to get over here before I finish this solo. And trust me, I’m halfway there.' Her fingers dipped lower, teasing herself again, her eyes never leaving his. She wasn’t bluffing, and he knew it.

Kevin’s grin turned feral as he shrugged off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest. 'You’re a fucking menace, you know that?' He climbed onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he crawled over her, caging her in with his arms. 'But I’m not about to let you have all the fun.'

Their banter melted into raw heat as his mouth crashed into hers, hungry and unapologetic. Jamie’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her nails grazing his scalp. She could feel him, already hard against her thigh through his pants, and it sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated want through her. Her pussy was wet, aching, practically dripping as she ground against him, daring him to keep up.

'Get these off,' she growled against his lips, tugging at his waistband. 'I didn’t dress up like this for foreplay, Kevin. I want that cock of yours, and I want it now.'

His laugh was a low rumble as he pulled back just enough to shove his pants down, his eyes burning into hers. 'Your wish is my command, babe. But you’d better brace yourself—I’m not holding back.'

She smirked, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of him pressing against her, the promise of what was coming next making her body tremble with anticipation. They were both sweating already, panting with the kind of horny desperation that only came from too many days of stolen glances and interrupted moments. This weekend was theirs, and they were about to make every second count.