Page 50 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
I know she wants to wrap those lips around me, just as she did that shot glass, but I can’t let that happen yet. I won’t last. And the first time I come, I need to be inside her.
Not looking away from her, I roll the condom on and climb back on the bed. She immediately wraps her legs around me, drawing me closer.
I pause, making sure to look into her eyes. “Is this okay?”
Her brow furrows. “Is this the drunk thing again? ‘Cause I’ll have you know that although alcohol can increase sexual desire, it can actually dampen sexual ability, especially in men. So if you’re having trouble feelingupto it—”
I cut off her words by devouring her mouth, and this time I hear it; I do actually growl. Her fucking smarts and attitude are going to be the death of me.
I tilt her hips up, and in one motion, I’m there, gliding into her. Her walls squeeze my dick in the best, most painful pleasure I’ve ever experienced. That one thrust is like a trigger, and suddenly I’m unleashed. I bring her legs up high, hooking them under my arms as I begin to piston back and then forward. Our motions create an electric current that crackles like a welding torch across metal.
It’s noisy sex, the best kind. Moans and grunts, all incoherent mumblings that only highlight how pleasurable everything is. Or maybe she’s actually saying things, dirty things, but my mind is too drunk on sensation to comprehend.
Sweat glistens on her skin, and a flush spreads from the roots of her gorgeous hair to the tips of her hardened nipples.
I shift, moving my hands to grab her slim wrists, hauling them over her head. Then I plant my knees onto the mattress before I start to move again.
My eyes meet hers, my blood roaring in my ears, pulsating to the fast beat of my heart. Jackie’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t glance away at this sudden intimacy. It should unnerve me, letting someone look into my eyes, see me raw and exposed in this moment. But it doesn’t. Instead, the way her pupils dilate fuels me on, and I pump harder and deeper. Each thrust pounds my pelvis into her clit, building more pressure. Soon there is nothing but the sounds of our breath, smacking skin and the thud of the headboard against the wall as we concentrate on the pleasure igniting between us.
And then it’s there. Her back arches, her inner walls clamping around me. I thrust once, twice more before I still, drunk on pleasure, my eyes still staring down into hers while I moan.
“Darling.”
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My mouth feelslike the arid surface of Mars, and I ache in places that hadn’t been touched by another in a long time.
Oh, sweet Neptune, what have I done?
Flynn. I did Flynn.
When my cerebral cortex comes back online, all the details of last night flash through my brain, causing a slow grin to spread over my face.
Holy moly, I didFlynn.
I told Flynn I wasn’t drunk last night and I wasn’t. But in the bright light of morning, I can say, with absolute certainty, that those shots had most assuredly lowered my inhibitions. Did I really...?
Yes. Yes, I did.
My smile stretches wider.
I’m on my stomach, one arm flung over the side of the bed. Awesome.Super graceful, Jackie. Gently, I pull my hand back toward my face and turn over.
The other half of the bed is empty.Huh.
On the downside, his vacancy sets off a little spark of panic in my chest. But on the upside, Flynn isn’t there to witness my hangover face, which I’m pretty sure includes dried drool at the corner of my mouth and mascara smudges under my eyes.
I sit up, pleased to note that I don’t feel sick. Just thirsty. Looking around, I notice what I hadn’t last night. You know, since I’d been so busy getting busy.
A transom window above the bed lets in a lot of natural light. So either Flynn’s an early riser or he can sleep through blinding sunlight. With his job as a mechanic, and the fact that he’s not in bed right now, I’m thinking the former. Light blue walls, honey oak furniture and, of course, the massive king size bed I’m lying in.
His room feels like Earth to my space bedroom. I’m not going to think too hard about that.
Everything is a bit blurry and I scan the area for my glasses. They’re right where Flynn placed them last night, folded nicely on the side table. I smile, thinking of the care he took with them, even in the heat of the moment. I put them on to continue my perusal with perfect clarity.
