Catching Blue Jay (Oklahoma Hearts Book 1)

by Jacy Braegan

  I let go of his ass to reach up and take hold of his hands locked around my neck with my own. Forcing his hands apart, I pin them over his head against the bed. Drawing back from the kiss, I stare down at him. Our chests are brushing with each heavy breath we take. He tries to press back against my hands to get loose and my head shakes at him. “No baby, this time, it’s my turn. I’m going to show you how much you mean to me. Don’t move.”

  Every bit of the shiver that goes through him at my words vibrates against my own body. A grin forms on my face before I lean down to nibble along his jawline to his ear. My hold loosens on his hands slightly to test if he will leave them there. I’m floored when he only slightly moves. Sucking the lobe of his ear into my mouth, I tease it with soft nips. He moans and wriggles against me. Those hands, though, don’t move.

  My lips trail down his neck to the silky-smooth skin of his hard chest. My mouth opens to let my tongue slip out to glide along his salty skin to a hard nipple. I suck it into my mouth and nip the tip as he lets out a shocked gasp of breath. A deep chuckle leaves my throat as I glance up at him through my lashes. “Like that do you?”

  He shakes his head, sending those blond tresses to dance about his head. “No, absolutely not.”

  A single brow raises high, and I call him on that lie. “You are so full of shit right now.”

  His laughter is like a melody to my ears as he lifts his head up to look at me. “Ask stupid questions, get stupid answers.”

  The last of his words go up in pitch as I playfully bite down on his other nipple before laving it with my tongue. He shudders beneath me with his back arching toward me. Yeah, he definitely wants more.

  My lips continue to trail down his torso until I reach the delightful trail of hair that leads into his shorts. I nuzzle along the edge of the fabric, allowing my breath to penetrate the fabric below it. He shivers, yet again, and rolls his hips. “Maybe I’ll stop here. We both have work today.” Yeah right, like I’m really going anywhere with Jayson’s sexy ass in front of me? Pssh. That’s not happening.

  He growls low in his throat at me. “Fuck work, dammit. I want you.”

  Mouthing the hard length through his shorts, my tongue dampens the material. “Want me what, baby?”

  He whimpers at the pressure of my tongue on him and his words turn pleading. “In your mouth, in my mouth, in my ass. I don’t care, just want you. Please, Aidan.”

  I grasp the waist of his shorts and inch them down his legs. Tossing them over my shoulder, I push his legs to spread open and kneel between them, looking down at all of him bared before me. My fingertips trail up the hair on his legs with a barely grazing touch, sending him wriggling to add more pressure from my fingers. His eyes are wide open and on me with a heated stare. My fingers glide over his balls to the base of his cock to wrap around it with a snug grip. His groan gets louder as I stroke toward the head with a slight twist of my wrist and back down again. “Whatever you want, Jayson.”

  With those words, I lean down and take his full length into my throat, swallowing around the head.

  Chapter 20

  Jayson

  My cry echoes around my room as his hot mouth engulfs me. Holy shit balls! That’s amazingly intense. The sudden surprise of his mouth on me almost has me jack-knife into sitting up and disobeying his order to not move. It isn’t my first time receiving a blow job, but Blake hadn’t been too keen on them. He’d always said he’d hated the taste of cum in his mouth. But the way Aidan is just swallowing me whole? That’s something I’m highly unused to.

  I’m quickly coming unraveled as Aidan’s mouth draws up and down my cock with soft slurping sounds. It’s all I can do to hold myself still and not thrust hard into his throat. God, how I fucking want to just shove in and out of his warm mouth on me. Feeling myself drawing near to the end, my entire body shudders with immense pleasure. His tongue swirls over the head before popping off. My eyes fly open as his arms brush my shoulders to lean over me. I’m so freaking close. “What are you doing?”

  His chuckle is dark as he leans down to brush a kiss against my lips. The barest brush of his shorts against my flushed and aching dick makes me shudder again. His dark gaze meets mine and holds. “Keeping you on edge, beautiful. Trust me.”

  I’d heard of edging before, but to experience it? Aidan is going to kill me with pleasure, and I’m going to be useless at work. I can see it now. I’ll be a rag doll flopped into a chair at my meeting. But damn, what a way to go. Anticipation zings through my veins as he sits up and pushes his shorts off his body. His hard length bobs up and down as he shifts from one knee to the other to shove the borrowed shorts to the floor. My mouth waters at the look of him. I have no idea how a man that spends his time behind a computer screen developing software could be as buff as he is. When the hell does he go to the gym?

  He leans toward me again to take my mouth, letting his cock brush lightly against my own in a glide of silken hardness. Instinctively, my hips roll into his trying to gain some kind of friction on my dick. He continues to hold himself up with one hand while grasping my hip to still it with the other. He leans back to shake his head at me. “Nope, not getting off frotting either. Just be patient, baby.”

  I groan in protest. He’s so not playing fair as he picks his body up from mine completely. That’s when it hits me that my hands have not once moved from where he’d placed them. This man has one hell of a hold on me. “Can I at least move my hands now?”

  The urge to run my hands all over that body of his is so strong. I’m itching to touch his skin, but he shakes his head. “Don’t move them, or I’ll quit.”

  There’s no stopping the gasp that slips from within me at his words. Quit? Would he really? I’m too far gone already to even try to test that theory. Maybe next time. Definitely not this time. I close my fists tight around my covers over my head to keep myself from reaching for that sexy ass man of mine. “No. No quitting. Please, Aidan.”

  I’m not too embarrassed to beg. If he wants that, I will for sure give it to him. He has me so on edge, back and forth, that I’m desperate. His questing fingers trail down my dick from the head to the base and even further south. It’s like a feather trailing over my skin. I can’t help but to moan, “Oh yes, please.”

  There’s that dark chuckle again. His fingers apply just enough pressure for me to enjoy it before pulling back to a light grazing touch. Twitching, I wriggle, trying to get nearer to his touch. He’s driving me bat-shit crazy. The bed jolts beneath me as Aidan suddenly drops to his belly between my legs with zero warning. Just as my head lifts to figure out what he’s doing, a warm tongue laps at my balls and drifts down toward my hole. It tightens in anticipation as a deep groan leaves me.

  I’m dreaming. I have got to be dreaming. He’s not really about to... a loud groan leaves me as I squirm in his hold on the bed. “Aidan, fuck!”

  Yes, I’m totally surprised as his tongue finds my rim and teases it while his hands push my legs up a bit to get better access. Blake not giving me blow jobs had been bad enough, but not getting rim jobs in return no matter how many times I did them? That had been harsh. Aidan’s tongue on me feels like pure, fucking heaven right now and it’s sending me spiraling out of control. The rest of the world just falls away. It’s like lights are flashing behind my eyes as he edges me closer.

  If I die now, I’ll die freaking happy as that tongue breaches the ring of muscle. My back arches off the bed causing me to whimper with delight. I dig my nails into the palms of my hands through the covers clenched in my hands. He eats my ass like he’ll never eat again while I can do nothing but writhe around in pure enjoyment. There’s no fighting it anymore, my cock demands friction, so I let go of the blanket in one hand to reach down my body. My movement must have caught his eye because he lets go of one leg to wrap my wrist in a tight grip right before I can latch onto my flushed dick. It’s leaking so much pre-cum that it’s forming a pool on my belly. His tongue slips from within me, and he pulls away. With a gas
p and a shake of my head, my eyes open to look up at him. “Oh no, please, baby, don’t stop. I won’t move again, I promise. Please, baby, oh please!”

  Yes, begging and pleading party of one right here, and I’m not ashamed of it. He can no doubt see the wildness in my eyes at how close to orgasm I am, right there about to pitch over the edge. My entire body feels like a live wire. Nerves are completely on end before he raises the hand clasping my wrist upward to place a finger on my lips to quiet my rambling. That simple touch evokes another shudder to run through me. “Patience. It’s going to feel great real soon.”

  I whine. I truly and actually whine. My body is trying to arch towards his to get that connection to him, but he remains just out of my reach. I’m close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body, but not able to make that final contact. My patience is at an end, making me want to shove him off me and take over, when that sweet sound of the cap of my lube opening hits my ears. I’d somehow missed that he’d released my other leg at some point. Oh, hell yes. That’s the best fucking sound in the world right now.

  He raises my hand and pins it to the bed once more, his weight leaning on it as his other hand blissfully touches my eager hole. It’s only moments before the sweet sting of his finger breaching me forces me to let out a huge breath of relief. My hips roll against him in utter desperation. He keeps that one finger steady and slow before adding a second one. The speed is driving me out of my mind. God, how I want that man deep inside me. “Dammit, hurry up. I’m dying here.”

  The words are barely out of my mouth when Aidan bends down and bites down on my nipple at the same time he crooks those fingers and brushes my prostate. My entire body jumps with a loud groan as he opens me up with a third finger. Yes, oh god, yes! Just as I’m really getting into it, his fingers disappear, eliciting yet another whimper from within me.

  There’s silence all around me. His mouth slips away from me and I can hear nothing. He’s kept me on the brink of insanity for so long that I’m not willing for it to ebb away. My eyes fly open when there’s no movement or sound from the man who’s been torturing me. The sound of the condom ripping open draws my gaze. Oh, hell yes, here it comes. I can’t fucking wait.

  He lets go of my wrist, and I hold perfectly still before him. No way in hell am I giving him a reason to quit. In my determination to hold still, I’m not paying attention to what his hand is doing until his lashes flutter and he groans. Letting my eyes follow his arm down his form, I spy him pulling and tugging on his own angry purple cock. My tongue traces along my lower lip as I watch him pleasuring himself. It’s so hot that I’m mesmerized by the movement of his hand. It slows to a stop, and he rolls the condom down his thick shaft. The thought of feeling him moving inside me has me trembling in anticipation as his voice rumbles in my ear. “Roll over, beautiful. I want to watch that ass as I take it.”

  Fuck. Me. Running. His command has me quickly spinning over onto my side to roll up on my hands and knees. Feeling like teasing him a bit, I lean down on my elbows to allow my back to arch and curve upwards. A sharp inhale of breath behind me at my pose tells me he likes what he sees.

  Chapter 21

  Aidan

  Holding my breath for a moment, I take in the gorgeous body in front of me. Unable to help myself, I lean down to place a soft bite on each of those perfect, round cheeks. The man’s ass is simply delectable, and it’s all mine. Shuffling forward to tease that sweet hole of his with the head of my cock, he whimpers so sweetly like he’d been doing all morning. I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life. He tries pressing back against me, but all he does is makes me draw back. He had control last time. This time, it’s all me.

  After a few times of me not breaching him when he pushes back toward me, he groans in defeat and lets his forehead fall to his arms. In that moment, I lean forward to press inside his tight passage. Feeling the head of my cock passing that ring, a groan of pure pleasure slides from me. “Fuck you feel so good, baby.”

  It really does feel like heaven wrapped warm around my steel length. I’ve never been this hard in my life. He’s woven some kind of magic around me, and I’m powerless to stop it as I slowly sink into him all the way to the hilt. My hands find both his hips and cling to them as his body adjusts to the feeling of my own within him. His body shudders beneath me before he relaxes. Feeling him loosen around me, I slowly move in and out of that luscious ass.

  Another groan comes from low in my throat as he writhes against me. I don’t have the heart to stop his movement, so I take him like I want him. I want his participation now. Jerking his hips back toward me, my cock shoves in deep and hard with a single thrust. His moan transitions from a sound to fevered words, “Oh hell yes, so good.”

  He is magnificent. His sounds fuel the flames that lick at my skin as I slam myself into that perfect ass. Stretching forward to wrap my arms around his shoulders to pull him harder into me, my body delves deeper inside him at an angle sure to rub his prostate with each and every thrust. His cries are a melody to my ears, and I draw kisses over the salty skin of his back, continuing to lay into his ass with pounding thrusts.

  We’re both so close to that edge. I toyed with him for so long it’s damned near impossible for us to have much stamina left to last. As I think to shift my hand down from his shoulder to his dick, his entire body stiffens and shudders beneath me. Since he’s leaning on both arms, I know he didn’t jack himself off. I’d heard of guys being able to come from penetration alone, but it isn’t something I’d ever experienced. Just knowing I’d made him come by fucking him is so goddamn hot that it sets off my own orgasm. My cock shoves so firm inside of him as I cum I’m not sure we’ll ever separate.

  For a few moments, I see nothing but sparks before my eyes as my body floats in euphoria. I can’t feel the shakes that rattle both of our bodies as we come down from our high. That had been so fucking amazing. Each time with him is.

  With one last shudder, my forehead rests on his shoulder blade for a minute. I know I need to get off him, but that round has taken a lot out of me. I pull my softening cock from within him making him whimper more. I feel slightly bad as he has that meeting with clients later, and no doubt, he will feel this the entire time. Okay, I take that back, I’m not sorry at all. I won’t regret the time we’ve shared for anything on this planet or the next. That shit was just intense.

  Flopping down on the bed beside him, I draw him into my body. His back tucks into my chest with one arm under his neck. I don’t care how sweaty we’ve gotten as my face nuzzles into his neck. That’s the last thing I remember for a little while as darkness takes me under.

  * * *

  Jayson wakes me up from our nap with only forty-five minutes to spare until he has to be at work. With a squeak, I roll out of bed to kiss him before shoving his ass in the shower. Getting downtown will take some time and he doesn’t have time to see me out. That would lead to more kissing and more touching which would inevitably lead him to be late. Borrowing some of his clothes, I take my walk of shame on out to my Jeep to head home. Mental note to self, bring clothes next time I “streak” somewhere.

  Climbing into the Jeep, a thought strikes me. Was this really a walk of shame? Sure, I’d slept over and we’d had sex this morning. I’m also wearing his clothes, but there was nothing about what happened that I’m ashamed of. There’s no way in hell I would trade our experience together for all the stars in the galaxy or anything else. It’s priceless in my eyes.

  I’m glad to be ahead of schedule on my work projects. I spend most of the afternoon daydreaming about our morning and what the future holds. That thought initially shocked me, but now I know that I absolutely want a future with Jayson. Maybe deep down somewhere inside of me, I’d been waiting for him all this time. All these years, my relationships failed time and again. I realize finally that I’d always compared all the guys I’d dated to the one who had “got away”. Well, he ran away, but no reason in splitting hairs. No one brought out a tenth of the
emotion in me he did and still does. It’s got to be a sign, right?

  With a few simple keystrokes, I save my work and close the programs I’d been working in. Anything I code now will probably be useless, so drowning myself in words sounds like a better idea instead. With a chuckle to myself, I change my playlist from my coding jams to my writing list. The two sides of my brain don’t work on the same music styles. My boyfriend heavily influences my story today, but I can’t think of a better muse than him. Just as I’m getting into my story, my phone rings. Looking down to see his face on my screen makes a huge smile spread across my face. “Hey there, sexy man. I didn’t think I would hear from you till tonight.”

  His voice sounds sad as it comes over the line. “Well, I didn’t want to wait till tonight to tell you I won’t see you until Friday night.”

  I practically jolt out of my chair as surprise fills my voice. “What? Why not? If it’s got to do with this morning, I won’t let it happen again when you’ve got to go to work, I promise.”

  I worry in that moment he’s upset with me. I knew he’d made it to work on time as he’d texted me when he got there, but he’d gotten there with only one minute to spare. His voice still holds that soft sadness as he chuckles. “I don’t regret this morning, baby. Not at all. I’m regretting coming to work, though. One of my co-workers fell and broke her ankle, and I’m her replacement on the business trip that’s planned for the next two nights. My flight leaves in an hour.”

  Would it be childish to throw a fit and cry at my man over the phone? More than likely, but I’d been looking forward to spending more time with him tonight. Damn work trips. They took the fun out of everything. Not that I can fault him for going, mind you. He loves his job and he won’t do anything to jeopardize it. Can’t blame him for that. So, there’s nothing to do but flop down on my back on my bed. “I understand. Go get packed. Do you need a ride to the airport or a pickup when you get back?”