Page 49 of Flyboy
He tried to pull away, but she wasn't ready to let go. They'd been apart for so long. Too long.
Here.
Now.
In this bed.
In the dark.
She'd take.
She'd give.
And hope like hell they didn't burn up in the flames flooding her veins.
"Please." She couldn't put all she wanted—her desperation—into words, but she could show him. Tossing the covers back, she rose to her knees and slid her sleep-tank up her torso, over her head, and threw it off the bed, leaving her bare above the waist. The only clothing between them was a pair of minuscule lace panties and his skin-tight boxer briefs.
She didn't wait for Jack to remove his boxers before she had her hand inside them, her fingers wrapped around his steely length. Rigid and hot, his cock jerked in her hold, his guttural grunt echoing through the darkness.
"Please, Flyboy. I need—" His mouth crashed into hers, stealing her words and her breath with his thrusting tongue, he plunged deep, swept wide and far.
He urged her back until he loomed over her, his body pressing hers into the mattress, her hand trapped between them. Moving his mouth from hers, he trailed kisses along the edge of her jaw, his teeth nipping here and there as he went. "Be sure," he murmured into her skin. "If we do this there's no going back.Ican't go back."
Right now, Alyssa couldn't care less about anything except getting Jack inside her. She'd worry about what he meant later, when the burning throb blistering her insides went away. From experience she knew the only way to extinguish the blaze was for Jack to pound it out of her.
"Alyssa." His hands gripped either side of her head, holding her still for his eyes to bore into hers. "Be. Sure."
How did she explain she wasn't sure of anything but her need for him? She'd never felt so reckless and in control at the same time as she did in Jack's arms. It was always like this with him. He drove her crazy and settled her in one breath and with everything going on, the only thing she was one hundred percent sure of was this. Him. Here. Now.
"I need you. Inside me."
His gaze searched hers for so long she froze, her lungs squeezing tight on a breath. "Dammit, Lys. I can't say no."
Air rushed from her chest filling his mouth as he crashed his lips to hers again. Then it was scrambling, twisting, stripping. Hands and mouths, lips and tongues and teeth. Sliding, stroking, dragging, biting. Hot and wet with pounding hearts and grinding hips they rolled over the sheet and removed the last barriers between them.
From one breath to the next Jack was inside her, thrusting up, pulling her down. Rising high, she cupped her breasts and found the rhythm that would satisfy them both. His hands gripped her hips, lifting and lowering while his hips rose and fell under her. She'd never enjoyed being on top until Jack. With him to guide her, the position had gone from fumbling and disappointing to sensuous and gratifying.
"That's it, take what you need," Jack encouraged with a squeeze of her hips.
She rolled her nipples between thumbs and fingers and ground down harder. "I need—"
"I know." And he did because his hand had already moved, his thumb pressing and circling her clit with an expert touch.
It took no time, a second at most, for the driving thrusts and strumming touch to collide and throw her over the edge. The orgasm slammed into her, jerking her body and destroying their tempo, but it didn't derail her climax. Blasting far and wide, waves of pleasure twisted and burned every inch of her inside and out. And what little oxygen remained in her lungs burst out when Jack flipped them.
Legs wrapping his waist, hands gripping his shoulders, Alyssa continued to pulse around his thrusting cock. He didn't falter, not one stutter in his punishing pace as he drove into her clenching body over and over. Sweat dripped from his face, coated the shoulders and back she held on to.
She loved watching him like this, loved the way he took his own pleasure after seeing to hers. And she loved helping him.
Using muscles that had suffered months of neglect, she clamped around his shaft on every retreat. It took effort to keep up with the pounding speed he set but she did it. With every plunge in she relaxed, on each withdrawal she tightened, and when his hips finally stuttered, when the beat turned erratic, she clenched with all her might and watched him fly.
Breath sawing in and out of her heaving chest, she lay under Jack's weight. That was another thing she loved about sex with Jack. Those first few moments after he found release and went limp. He didn't try to save her from his deadweight, didn't immediately climb off her or roll to the side. It gave her precious seconds to savor the man, the pleasure, the satisfaction of knowing she'd given him something so sublime he couldn't move, couldn't think.
"Too fast," Jack murmured into her neck. "Slow this time."
This time?Speaking of time… "What time is it?" The light in the room hadn't changed but the windows were fitted with blackout blinds so it could be the middle of the day and they wouldn't know.
"Hmm…" Jack pressed a quick kiss to her throat before lifting up and pulling his softening cock from her body. Rolling to the side, he fumbled on the nightstand and came up with a phone. His or hers she didn't know or care. "Five-fifty-six."
