Layover (Open Skies Book 1)

by Becca Jameson

  The play-by-play he tended to give her made her hornier.

  Libby sucked in a breath when he lowered himself between her legs, gripped her thighs, and reverently kissed her sex before dragging his tongue through her wetness and then suckling her clit.

  She moaned, her heels digging into the mattress. In seconds, she was close to coming. Did she have permission to come? Would he spank her if she didn’t wait for his instructions? “Sir…”

  He nipped her clit with his teeth and lifted his gaze. “You need to come already, baby?”

  “Yes. Please.” Her knees quivered.

  He didn’t say anything before he dipped his head down and thrust his tongue into her. His hands slid under her ass and gripped her cheeks as he lifted her pussy toward his face.

  When his lips wrapped around her clit, she couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure from consuming her. She would just have to endure the punishment if it came. Right now, all she cared about was the incredible release. Her body shook with spasms as she moaned loudly.

  Jason slowly eased off, licking and kissing her as he gradually withdrew his attention. He wiped his mouth on the sheets and then stretched across her to grab something else from the bedside table.

  When he came back between her legs, she was still panting, and her channel clenched with the need to be filled. He ripped the condom open with his teeth and then rolled it down his length while she watched. “You’re gorgeous when you come, Libby.”

  She swallowed.

  He dropped onto his palms, hovering over her. After searching her face, he smiled. “You need my cock more than your next breath, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.

  Finally, he lined up with her deprived entrance and thrust home.

  Her breath caught in her lungs at the stretch. Even though they’d had sex last night, it was still an incredibly tight fit. He was huge. He dropped over her, holding some of his weight off her by his elbows, and cupped her face. His mouth descended, and the moment he kissed her, he started thrusting. Hard. Deep. So good.

  The taste of her own arousal on his mouth was exhilarating. She kissed him back with as much passion as he did her, tongues dueling for control, lips frantic, teeth bumping into teeth.

  She couldn’t get a full breath, and she didn’t care. Every ounce of her concentration was on the way he filled her over and over. The friction. The pressure. The building need.

  She wrapped her legs around his thighs and lifted and lowered her butt with every thrust. He ground the base of his cock against her clit, making her moan into his mouth.

  Suddenly, he broke the kiss, drew back an inch, and watched her face as he continued fucking her. Nothing had ever felt this good. Every time they had sex was better than the last. The addition of the handcuffs made her feel controlled in a way she’d never imagined enjoying in real life.

  While she was in his bed, she didn’t have to think or make decisions or prove herself to anyone. All she had to do was obey his demands and enjoy the ride. And boy, can he take me for a ride.

  He picked up the pace, his jaw tightening. “Come, baby girl. I want to feel your pussy contracting around my cock before my release.”

  If anyone would have suggested there would ever come a day when she could come with a man let alone on command, she would have laughed them out the door. But her body responded to Jason’s demands every time. Her pussy gripped him harder, and the next time he ground down on her clit, she shattered. Her vision swam and her hearing dulled as though she were underwater.

  But she didn’t miss the fact that he got what he wanted. She screamed. Loudly. Her release all-consuming.

  Waves of pleasure consumed her as she pulsed around him over and over, loving every moment of her release.

  Jason was still pulsing into her as she regained some sense of time and place.

  She was addicted to this man, and that was a dangerous place to be. How the hell am I ever going to explain this to my parents?

  She wasn’t. It was out of the question. She was going to keep this man to herself and see what happened. She would just have to put her mother off every time she suggested another blind date. Jason had made himself perfectly clear—he wasn’t sharing her. And she couldn’t blame him. The thought of sitting across the table from one random man after the other didn’t appeal to her at all. Besides, she intended to spend every moment of free time with Jason, not her mother’s blind date choices.

  How long could she play this game? What if this arrangement didn’t burn itself out? It couldn’t go on forever. It wasn’t as if she could bring Jason home to meet her parents. Ever. But what if this didn’t fizzle out? What if she grew more and more attached to him?

  So she told herself it was a fling. She was scratching an itch. Fucking hot sex she wasn’t about to turn down. She had no clear picture of the future, but no way would she run from this arrangement right now, because the thought of doing that made her shudder.

  She trembled as Jason dropped onto her body, barely supporting his weight off her. He was breathing heavily. She had no idea what the hell the future might bring, but for now, she fully intended to seize the day.

  Chapter 10

  “You’re spoiling me,” Libby stated as she accepted the plate of food Jason slid across the island toward her.

  He chuckled as he grabbed a second plate and rounded the island to sit next to her. “It’s just breakfast. If you hadn’t snuck out on me the first time you slept in my bed, I would have taken you out to eat.”

  She rolled her eyes. “How long are you going to continue mentioning that little detail,” she asked as she picked up her fork and took a bite of pancakes.

  He swallowed his bite and then winked at her. “Probably forever.”

  She picked up a strip of bacon and savored the crispy bite before speaking again. “I’ve never been in a relationship with a Dominant before, so pardon my ignorance, but I’m surprised you didn’t order me to make breakfast for you.” She lifted her gaze to meet his.

  He smiled and then set a hand on her lower back and smoothed it up under her hair to her neck. The only thing she wore was one of his T-shirts, which he’d handed her after he finished washing her in the shower and then drying her off. Her clothes had been nowhere in sight.

  She’d thought it wise not to say a word. After all, his T-shirt reached nearly to her knees. It wasn’t as though she was naked.

  Jason kissed her forehead before responding. “You’re not a domestic submissive, baby. Our D/s relationship is strictly in the bedroom. It’s sexual.”

  She nodded. Interesting.

  “If you want to cook for me someday, be my guest, but I’ll never require it. Nor will I require you to clean or kneel at my feet. I’m not that kind of Dom. My interest is in making you scream when you come.” He winked.

  She shifted her weight on her stool, squeezing her thighs together. The mention of making her come had her hot and bothered all over again. And the picture he painted was so damn inviting. Who would turn him down?

  “Tell me what your schedule looks like,” he inquired. “When do I get you back in my bed?”

  “I work this evening and then about twelve hours Monday and Tuesday. I’m off Wednesday.”

  “Do you usually spend the night out of town?”

  “Sometimes. Monday night I’ll be in Vegas.”

  He lifted his brows. “That’s cool.”

  She shrugged. “Not really. I’ll be exhausted. I’ll only have about nine hours off. And I don’t gamble.” It was time to turn the tables. “I know nothing about you. Tell me why you left the military and what you’re doing in Dallas.”

  He waited until he swallowed and took a sip of coffee. “Honestly, I was exhausted. I did three tours, and it was time to get out. Plus, I had a job offer from a buddy of mine here in Dallas that I couldn’t refuse.”

  “What job is that?” she asked as she took another bite of pancake.

  “My friend Jake owns a computer prog
ramming business called Westside Programmers. Freelance. It’s what I’m trained in. I did programming for the Army. He opened the business a few years ago. Kraft introduced us a while back. He also works for Jake now. When I got out, Jake offered me a job. I took it. I love the flexibility. Most days I work from home. Some days I go to a client’s office and deal with their issues on-site.”

  “That’s cool. I know nothing about computers. I can check my email and manage my social media, and that’s about it.”

  “I enjoy the challenge. Every day is different.” He leaned in closer. “See? There’s a benefit to dating me. If you ever need computer help…”

  “Good point.” She giggled. “Your friend, his name is Kraft?”

  “Yep. I mean that’s his nickname from when we served. Even before that, really. The man eats boxed mac and cheese like it’s going out of style. I think it’s gross. We all gave him shit until we started calling him Kraft. His real name is Mack Carter.”

  “And they call you Hatch. What’s the story behind that?”

  He finished his pancakes and pushed the plate away. “It’s not a nickname I would have chosen. I can tell you that.” He sighed. “We were in Iraq and I was unloading an armored vehicle. I forgot to secure the driver’s hatch. When I bumped into it, it fell against my head. Thank God I was wearing my Kevlar helmet or I wouldn’t have been so lucky. As it was, I ended up with a broken nose, eight stitches in my brow, and a permanent nickname.”

  She gasped. “You could have been killed. Thank God you were okay.”

  He set a hand on her thigh and rubbed. “Yep. And all my brain cells are still functioning too, which is why I’m going to set these dishes in the sink while you head back to the bedroom and take this shirt off. I’ve decided the visual of you kneeling at my feet is appealing. I’d like to watch you wrap your mouth around my cock while you do it though.”

  She licked her lips. The idea appealed to her a lot. After all, he’d had his mouth on her pussy several times. So far, she hadn’t returned the favor. She had a few hours left before she needed to get back to her apartment and get ready for work. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend her time than another round in his bedroom.

  Chapter 11

  It was Wednesday morning before Libby got a text from Jason. Granted, she’d told him she had to work nearly nonstop until then, but she’d found herself checking her phone every chance she got for those two days. Except for the single rose she’s received on Monday morning, she’d had no contact with him. It was sweet of him to think of her though. It brightened her day.

  Meanwhile, her mother had called four times and left messages to ask how her date with Eddie had gone and when she was planning to see him again. Libby’s saving grace was the fact that she could let her mother’s calls go to voicemail pretty often and then blame her inattentiveness on her flight schedule.

  Libby was still in bed, but she snatched up her phone from the nightstand the moment the text came through.

  Hey, baby girl. I assume you made it home okay last night. I was thinking about you.

  She breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t need to know how anxious she’d been to hear from him.

  I did. Thank you for asking. I got home after midnight. I’m still lying in bed.

  I like the visual. Can I interest you in a real date tonight? One that involves dinner at a restaurant?

  She smiled broadly as she texted him back.

  Sounds great.

  Good. Text me your address. I’ll pick you up at seven. No panties.

  She nearly dropped the phone on her chest when she read those last two words. Her body responded too, shooting from zero to ten on the arousal scale in seconds.

  Libby had never considered herself a sex fiend. Not until she’d met Jason anyway. Starting six months ago, she’d found herself masturbating with far more frequency. It became second nature for her to close her eyes and slide into an imaginary world where Jason hovered over her, dominating her so deliciously that she’d been able to come within minutes every time.

  Since their date Saturday night that led into half of Sunday, she’d had even more material to work with.

  Now, she dropped the phone at her side and wiggled out of her panties. What better way to start the day than to obey his command immediately while also taking care of her pulsing desire?

  Seconds after swirling her fingers around her clit, her phone pinged again. She considered ignoring it but didn’t want to miss another text from Jason, so she reluctantly stopped touching herself to reach for the phone.

  Before she had a chance to see the text, it rang in her hand. Incoming call from Jason. She flushed, feeling as though he’d caught her masturbating when he couldn’t possibly know that. Her fingers were shaking as she answered. “Hey.” Her voice was too deep. She cleared her throat.

  “Hey, yourself,” he responded, chuckling. “Busy?”

  “Uh… No?”

  “Is that a question?”

  “No. I mean I’m not busy. I’m not even up yet.”

  “You mentioned that, and then you didn’t respond to my last text, so I thought maybe you’d decided to masturbate.”

  She sucked in a breath, shocked by his bluntness. What the hell am I supposed to say in response?

  “I was right, wasn’t I?”

  She cringed. How the hell was I caught touching myself by someone who isn’t in the house? “Maybe?”

  He laughed. “Maybe? Are you wearing panties?”

  “No. I was. But no. Now I’m not.”

  “Were your fingers touching your pussy when I called?”

  She swallowed. “Yes.”

  “That’s kind of the definition of masturbating, little one.”

  Her face heated as she bit into her lip. The phone vibrated a second later, indicating Jason wanted to switch to FaceTime. She nearly died as she accepted the new connection. Her hands were shaking as she held the phone up.

  “Hey,” he said softly, smirking.

  “Hey,” she repeated yet again.

  “Your cheeks are red.”

  “Are they?” She licked her lips. Her body was trembling for reasons she couldn’t understand.

  “Definitely. Lift your knees, spread them wide, and prop the phone against your thigh so I can watch your face while you masturbate.”

  She stopped breathing. “Uh…”

  “Do it, baby. You wanted to come. I want to watch.”

  She slowly lifted her knees, leaving the covers over her so that they pulled tight between her thighs. It was easy to set the phone down between her legs, leaning it against the blanket. It was angled just right to include her face. She was breathing heavily. “Not sure I can do this, Jason.”

  He smiled. “I know you can. Forget I’m watching. You can even close your eyes if you want. Fuck your pretty little pussy for me. Were you going to use your fingers or a vibrator?”

  “Uh…” She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. “I hadn’t gotten that far yet. I would have grabbed a vibrator eventually,” she confessed.

  “Good point. It had only been thirty seconds. Just long enough for you to yank off your panties and run your fingers through your folds.”

  God, he’s good. “Yes.” Is he psychic?

  “Do you always wear panties?”

  “Yes.” The only times she’d gone without had been Friday night when she’d given them to him outside the bar and Saturday night when she’d gone to his house without them under her jeans. She even slept in panties…except the two nights she’d slept with him.

  His voice dropped and she thought he leaned forward. “Can you make yourself come with your fingers alone?”

  “Not likely.” But as horny as she was, maybe she was wrong. Maybe she could come from finger stimulation.

  “Let’s try. Touch yourself, baby girl. Stroke your fingers through your pussy.”

  She was trembling as she followed his directions, and moaned the moment her fingers dragged through
her folds.

  “Are you wet, little one?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Use that to play with your clit. Don’t be gentle. I don’t want you to drag this out. I want you to come hard and fast. Flick your clit rapidly and then pinch it.”

  She closed her eyes and did as he instructed, not wanting to watch him watching her.

  “That’s a good girl. Move faster. Thrust three fingers from your other hand into your cunt while you continue tormenting your clit.”

  She obeyed him again, unable to do otherwise. She sucked in a breath at the stretch from her fingers buried deep inside her. Her other hand worked furiously as her clit throbbed and swelled.

  “Thrust your fingers, baby girl. Don’t worry about the phone. I can hear you if it falls.”

  She stiffened her legs as she plunged her fingers in and out of her sopping wet channel. She was painfully close already. She sucked in a breath and held it, trying to keep from coming so fast.

  “Don’t hold back, Libby,” he demanded. “Come for me. Do it now.”

  As if her pussy followed orders only from him, she came, the rush of her orgasm slamming to the surface so fast she gasped. It wasn’t enough. It left her panting with need.

  “God, you’re gorgeous. Do you feel better?”

  “Not really, Sir,” she admitted.

  He smirked. “I bet your pussy is pulsing with the need for my cock.”

  “Yes,” she breathed. Her legs were shaking as she met his gaze on the screen.

  “Good. I didn’t want that orgasm to be very satisfying, you naughty girl. Now, stop touching yourself. Keep your greedy fingers away from your pussy for the rest of the day. If you’re a good girl later, maybe I’ll let you come again tonight.”

  She swallowed, embarrassed and intrigued and excited and nervous.

  “I gotta get back to work. Find something to keep yourself busy, little one. Spend the day in a T-shirt and no panties, but keep your hands above your waist. Understood?”