Page 64 of Carry Me Home
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes.”
I loved her like this. My lips curved into a smile and I pressed every word to her pussy. “I’m going to make such a mess of you, honey. Because that’s what you do to me. You turned me inside out, made me break my own rules, made me want things I don’t know how to want.”
I kept at her with my mouth and fingers as she writhed against me. Her nails dug into my scalp, a sharp flick of pain that kept me steady. I added a third finger and stretched her wider. Her breaths came on loud pants now as she pushed closer and closer, her pussy tightening around my fingers. I didn’t draw it out. Didn’t make her wait. I latched my lips around her clit, sucked hard, and sent her flying. She soaked my fingers, my tongue, and I lapped up everything she gave me.
“Jack,” she muttered as I grabbed her wrists, taking her with me as I pushed to stand. “Jesus fucking Christ, give a girl a minute.”
“I don’t have a minute. My dick is so hard the wind could make me blow right now. On your feet, honey.”
She swayed against me with a soft chuckle. Her hands cupped my face, squishing my cheeks a little, eyes dark and sparkling as they met mine. “You literally made my knees weak, soldier. Good job.”
No commendation had ever felt so good. “I’m happy to repeat it any time you ask. Hands on the rail, Ace.”
I spun her away from me so she faced the inky velvet sky and flipped her skirt up. She shivered, her hands tightening on the rail. I unzipped my jeans and groaned with relief when my cock sprang free.
“The stars are out,” she said.
The only stars I cared about were the ones in her eyes when she told me over her shoulder, “I’ve always wanted to be fucked under the stars.”
“Happy to oblige in making all your sex fantasies come true.” I lined myself up at her entrance, dragging the weeping head through her wet slit so she knew I was there, and then slammed home.
For a moment, all I saw was stars but not a single one of them was in the sky.
“Oh, my god,” she whispered. “Oh, mygod.”
I couldn’t move. I was dangerously close to spilling on the first thrust. I blinked and forced myself to focus on something other than the warm, soaked pussy clenched around me like it was made to take my cock. The constellations above us. There was the frying pan. One of the dippers. Hard to tell if it was big or little without the other one to compare it to.
“Jack,” Janie commanded. “Move.”
I moved, pulling out slowly and then snapping my hips flush to her ass again. “Like that?” I teased. “Or…” I pulled out again and this time only pushed halfway in again, thrusting in rapid, shallow thrusts. “Like this?”
She groaned. “All of it. I want all of it.”
“All of what, Janie?” I was merciless, taunting both of us with what we wanted.
“All ofyou.”
I slammed into her so hard, so deep, that we both cried out. “You want me? Or you want my dick?” I leaned over her back, caught her chin in my hand, and forcibly turned her face to mine as I fucked us both to the edge. “Tell me.”
“Both.” Her eyes were dark and luminous in the moonlight. “I want both.”
And then she braced against the rail and pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts with thrusts of her own, and I lost my ever-loving mind. I pounded into her with feral fury. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips and when I finally felther pussy clench around me, her orgasm took me over the edge with her.
I collapsed over her, holding my weight so I wouldn’t crush her against the rail, and breathed into the sweat-damp curve of her neck. “You can have it,” I roughed out. “All of me. You can have it.”
“Mmm.” She reached behind us to rub the back of my head and gave a happy little laugh. “Good. I’ll take it. I’m claiming you for the next two months, soldier. You’re mine until September.”
September.
Because that was when I was leaving.
I had thought that was what I wanted. To escape a life that had made me feel claustrophobic since the moment I had pulled into town back in November.
I didn’t feel claustrophobic now, with Janie’s warm, sated body beneath me and the whole Colorado sky above me.
Two months wasn’t enough. I wanted so much more.
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