by Jami Alden
She nearly erupted into a coughing fit when he retaliated by capturing her hand and pressing her palm to the heated bulge between his own legs.
Snatching her hand away, she shot him a warning look. The look he gave her in return was so hot and full of promise she was surprised she didn't burst into flames right there at the mahogany dining table.
Finally the seemingly interminable meal ended. Dylan said his good byes and slipped out. Sadie followed her usual routine of heading to the office for a bit to check emails before heading over to his cabin.
Tonight though, the letters on the screen swam in front of her, blurred by the searing images running through her brain. Of all the things they'd done to each other last night.
Of all the things they were going to do.
What do you say we have a little fun?
Even as the memory of his whispered proposition sent a hot shiver coursing through her, she couldn't deny the smallest tinge of apprehension.
She was smart, she knew exactly what Dylan was proposing. He was clear about his expectations. A good time, good sex, no strings attached, no looking back when it came time for him to leave.
So what if the stupid sixteen-year-old still lurking inside her was making noise about wishing it could be more?
But Dylan wasn't offering more and she didn't kid herself that amazing sex could convince him otherwise. So she had to settle for lots of sex with no commitment and no discussion about where things were going.
Nothing Sadie had ever had any experience with. Not because she thought it was wrong, but she'd never thought it was the right choice for her.
But no time like the present to give it a try, she thought as she abandoned her desk and headed out the front door.
Because the only alternative was to say no. Like many women before her, she acknowledged ruefully, she was incapable of saying no to Dylan Decker. Especially now that she knew first hand how deserving he was of his reputation.
She stepped onto his porch, heart in her throat as she raised her hand to knock. But before she could make contact the door swung open to reveal Dylan.
Her nervousness ebbed at the sight of his knowing grin as he stepped aside to usher her inside. She walked past him into the sitting room, and felt a twinge of disappointment when she saw an array of dinner ingredients set out on the kitchen counter.
He'd seemed so interested earlier, and now he was apparently planning to cook a meal first.
Big, strong hands gripped her hips from behind, pulling her to him. He buried his mouth against her neck with a growl that rumbled all the way down to her core. "You look like you're ready to cook," she said, trying to catch her breath.
"Later," he said, reaching up with one hand to push her hair to the side. His mouth closed over a spot on her neck she'd never imagined could have so many nerve endings.
"It's okay if you want to eat first. You were working all day, mowing the hay."
"And now I'm ready to plow your field," he said with an exaggeratedly lecherous laugh as he rubbed himself against the curve of her butt.
She gave a surprised shout of laughter and gave his arm a smack. "Gross!"
He gave a husky laugh and turned her in his arms. His eyes crinkled in a way that made her toes curl in her shoes, and behind the playfulness, his eyes glittered with a need that made her own body pulse in response.
"Dinner can wait," he said huskily. "I can't." He took her mouth then, hot, hungry kisses, releasing her long enough only to pull her shirt, then his, over their heads.
It was a scramble of fumbling hands as they both worked to get her out of her jeans. She felt a tug on her bra as she unbuttoned his jeans, yanked down the zipper and shoved them down below his hips.
Then he was spilling into her hands, every hot, thick inch of him. Her fingers instinctively wrapped around the base, the throbbing between her legs intensifying at the way his muscles jumped as he moaned against her mouth.
She stroked him up, down, over and over, intoxicated by feel of him, all hot, silky skin over granite. All for her.
She opened her eyes, saw how his own gaze was locked on her slender fingers wrapped so firmly around his cock.
The sight was so erotic it made her clench her thighs against the heat and wetness pooling there. A bead of moisture formed on the thick head, and she used her thumb to spread it around. He moaned and arched and shifted his big feet.
She bent her head, pressed light butterfly kisses along the hair-roughened skin of his chest. He smelled delicious, the soap from his shower mingling with the warm musk that was uniquely his.
He groaned as she slid lower, tracing the ridges of his abs with her lips and tongue. His breath caught in his chest as she continued south, her mouth open and wet against the tight expanse of skin between his navel and the dark patch of hair at the base of his sex.
He whispered her name and slid his fingers against her scalp as she brushed her cheek along the length of his cock.
Then every muscle went granite hard as she pressed a kiss to the thick head. Her tongue stole out to swirl around the tip and he groaned like he was dying. The sound sent an answering jolt between her thighs. She parted her lips, sucking him deep into her mouth.
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Dylan could live to be a hundred and he'd never see anything sexier than the sight of Sadie's gorgeous mouth sliding down the length of his cock. His eyes squeezed shut as he struggled for self control, but that only made the feel of her hot, wet mouth, sucking, licking, savoring him all the more intense.
Christ, he should stop her. This should be about her, him lavishing every inch of her body with attention until she could barely stand it any more. Even though he'd managed to pull it out of a nose dive last night, he still had a lot of making up to do.
But his body wasn't getting the memo, unable to resist the mindblowing feeling of her mouth and hands on him. The muffled little sighs and moans she made in her throat, as though she was getting off on this almost as much as he was.
He could feel his orgasm looming, his cock swelling inside her mouth as his balls drew up high and tight against his body.
Sensing it, Sadie sucked harder, her fist pumping faster, as she drew him ever closer to the edge.
"Sadie," her name sounded like it was being ripped from his chest. His fingers tightened in her hair as he resisted the urge to shove himself deeper down her throat. Familiar tension built in his thighs, at the base of his spine. "I'm going to—"
The tension burst and a million sparks exploded in his brain as his body shuddered and pulsed with release.
He drew her up with shaking hands as he struggled to regain his breath. He pulled her close, luxuriating in the sensation of her smooth, silky skin against his, the soft weight of her tits nestled against his chest.
His cock, which should have been down for the count, surged against the smooth skin of her stomach.
At her little gasp, he whispered, "Up until last night, it was kind of a long time for me too." At least, he told himself that was why as he scooped her up into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom.
Forget the fact that when he'd been deployed he'd gone through longer dry spells than this last one and he'd never been rock hard and ready to go almost immediately after. Christ, he hadn't felt like this since he was a teenager, suffering from testosterone poisoning, walking around with a near constant hard on that he'd willingly stick anywhere that would welcome it.
This was different, he acknowledged with a slight sinking sensation as he followed Sadie down on the bed. Deep inside, no matter how bad he wanted to deny it, he knew that his body's reaction had less to do with mere horniness and more to do with Sadie herself.
The way her soft mouth opened eagerly under his, sucking his tongue inside so he could taste himself and her all at once. The way her long, sleek legs twined around his, the way her hands trembled as they slid up and down his back and sides, like she couldn't get enough of the feel of him.
Like he couldn't get enough
of her. He traced his tongue down the column of her neck, down to capture a hard nipple in his mouth. One hand slid down to cup her between her legs, and his cock surged to full hardness at the feel of how wet, how hot she was. "Did it turn you on to suck my cock?" he whispered as he slid a finger deep inside, groaning at the way the muscles clamped down so firmly around him.
"Yes," she gasped, moaned.
His eyes locked on her face, unable to look away from the sight of her pleasure. Her eyes were closed, eyelashes casting dark shadows on her perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Her plump lips were parted, her breath coming in harsh gasps as she lost herself in his touch.
He'd never felt quite like this before, battling simultaneous urges to sink deep inside her, fuck her hard and fast, even as he wanted to linger over every soft, sweet inch of her. Spend hours finding every secret place that made her run hot and wet for him.
Only him.
He shoved the thought out of his head. This was just sex, he reminded himself. The fact that he had a closer connection with Sadie than he’d had with any partner in recent history didn't mean he needed to get carried away with it.
"Let's see what else turns you on," he murmured against the smooth skin of her chest.
He slid his fingers in and out in slow, lazy thrusts as he dipped his head to capture a hard nipple. He rolled it between his lips, teased her with his tongue before sucking it hard.
Her pussy spasmed around his fingers so hard his cock gave an answering jerk. He sucked again, then turned his attention to the other breast until her nipples were wet, rock hard, and a deep, cherry red against the paleness of her skin.
"Please," Sadie murmured, her hips rocking against his hand, trying to rub her clit against the base of his palm as he deliberately withheld the pressure he knew would push her right over the edge.
He wanted her to say it, tell her exactly what she wanted, what she needed. "Please what?"
"Please touch me," she moaned, her fingers digging into the bunched muscles of his shoulders.
"I am touching you," he whispered teasingly against the soft undercurve of her breast, as he slowly twisted his fingers inside of her.
"God," her hips rocked again, her body squeezing him, drawing him deeper inside. "It's so good, but it's not enough. I need you to touch me..."
Almost unconsciously she reached down between her own legs, parted the lips of her sex and slid her middle finger over the plump, wet bud of her clit. The only reason he didn't come right then and there was because he'd come in her mouth just minutes ago.
Otherwise the sight of her fingers, stroking her wet, sensitive flesh, and his, soaked with the evidence of her need as he slid them in and out of her, would have had him coming all over the sheets. He could see the muscles clenching in her stomach, feel her tighten around him, and knew she was close.
Mouth watering, he slid his body lower, bent his head and nudged her fingers aside. As hot as it was watching her get herself off, he wanted to get her off even more.
He closed his lips over her clit, sucked it firmly between his lips as he pressed his fingers even deeper, stroking her inside and out until she was crying out, her hands tangling in his hair as her body jumped and shuddered against his face.
He didn't stop, unable to tear his mouth from her. Savoring her taste, the way she pulsed against his tongue as the shudders faded.
A helpless sound erupted from her throat as she made a half-hearted attempt to pull away. Dylan clamped his free hand around her hip in a grip that let her know she wasn't going anywhere. He was relentless, sucking, licking, stroking until she was once again hovering on the edge, every sinew pulled tight as she teetered on the brink.
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I'm dying. That was the last thought Sadie had before she splintered into a million pieces. There was no way her body could physically withstand this much pleasure.
Yet when she drifted back to herself, she found she was very much alive. Alive and in Dylan's bed, sprawled across his chest as he skimmed his hand lazily up and down her back.
And another part of him, not so lazy, pulsing insistently against her stomach.
Unbelievably, she felt a quickening in her core at the feel of his huge, hot erection. At the thought that while she was all but boneless with satisfaction, he was rock hard, straining against her with need.
Need for her.
She pushed herself up on her elbow while her other hand stole between their bodies. She kept her gaze locked on his face as her fingers closed around him. Granite hard and throbbing as if he hadn't just come in her mouth not long before. The memory of his hot, salty taste on her tongue sent a wave of heat through her.
His sharp gasp, the clenching of his stomach muscles as she stroked him, was enough to make her pulse throb between her thighs. She lifted her gaze to meet his, thought she was going to go up in flames at the heat there.
She studied his face, drinking in every reaction to her touch, every groan, every sharp gasp, every whispered curse.
Though she could feel him vibrating with need, he made no move to roll her to her back, no move to reach for the bedside drawer to find a condom.
Instead he lay still under her, let her have her way as she explored his body.
And what a body it was, she couldn't help but marvel. So big, every inch of him rippling with muscle. Every inch of him perfect, save for the random scars marring his chest, and the larger patch of gnarled skin along his right hip and thigh.
She felt a little twinge as her hand brushed along its knotty surface, thinking about his wound, how terrifying it must have been for him when it happened.
The thought quickly fled as he shifted slightly underneath her, rocking his hips so her knees fell along either side of his thigh.
She sucked in a breath as he bent his leg so the thick muscle rubbed against her core. Her head fell back as she ground herself against him. His cock throbbed in her hand, and she was suddenly overcome by the need to have him inside of her.
She pushed herself up and reached into the bedside table to retrieve a condom. She held it out to him, and he gave a little shake of his head against the pillow. "Suit me up."
She stole another moment to just drink him in, that sexy smile that softened his chiseled features, the acres of muscle and tanned skin against white, rumpled, sheets.
After this—whatever they were doing—ended, at least she could claim without exaggeration that she'd once had sex with the most physically perfect man on earth.
For a split second she felt a surge of melancholy, knowing that in the end all she'd have left were bragging rights.
She shoved the thought aside, reminding herself to focus on right here, right now.
And right here, right now, Dylan was stretched out under her like a feast, his hot gaze drinking her in, his huge cock pulsing insistently.
With hands that only shook a little she ripped open the packet and fit the condom over the broad head. She raised up on her knees, loving the way his big, callused hands felt as they wrapped around her hips, holding her steady as she positioned him against the opening of her sex.
She arched her back, moaning as she sank down on him, her body stretching and yielding as his shaft slid against her swollen, sensitive tissues.
"That's it," he rumbled under her, his fingers pressing firmly against her hips, "take me. Take all of me."
She let out a harsh moan and did exactly that, sinking down on him until her ass was pressed against the hard muscles of his thighs. He lay still under her as she started to move in slow, deep strokes, up and down, relishing the thick slide as she rose on her knees until she held only the tip of him before sliding back down in one, smooth slide.
"You are so fucking sexy," he groaned, sliding his hands up to cover her breasts as she rode him. Soon his hips were rocking under hers, meeting every down stroke of her hips. The room filled with the sound of their sharp breath, their throaty groans as their movements grew more urgent.
Sadie could feel him swelli
ng inside her, knew he was close. As though he sensed she wasn't quite there with him, he slid one hand from her hip and slid it between her legs.
Blood roared in her ears as she watched his thumb burrow into her folds, felt the sharp spike of pleasure as he pressed a firm caress against her clit.
"Yes," he hissed. "Come with me. I want you to—" his voice broke on a strangled moan as he went still and stiff against her.
Sadie moaned as he circled her clit, ground herself against him, her body clenching and pulsing around him as her own release crashed over her.
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Dylan pulled her down against him, coiled his fingers in her hair as he waited for his breath to come back, for his heart to stop racing like he was on the verge of a heart attack.
As she settled against him, he held her there with one hand cupping the curve of her ass, the other buried in the thick waves of her hair.
His eyes drifted closed as an unfamiliar sensation washed over him. Something more than the muscle-weakening satisfaction he felt after sex. It was different than just satisfaction. It felt like... peace.
He felt...
Content.
Like he never wanted to get out of this bed, never wanted to let go of the soft weight of Sadie, resting in his arms.
The thought sent a rush of uneasiness to his gut, sent the contentment running for the hills.
Just sex. Great sex. Sex like you haven't had for a long time. Maybe ever. But still just sex. And when you only have a couple of weeks left before you head out, you have no business trying to make it anything more.
Sadie stirred against him and lifted her head. Her eyes were heavy, a satisfied smile on her soft lips. She leaned up and pressed her lips against his in a slow kiss that made his toes curl.
She lifted her head, stroked her thumb along the crease between his brows and asked the question every male on the planet dreaded.
"What are you thinking?"
A thousand answers spun in his head. One came to the forefront. I'm thinking that I feel better with you here than I have in a long time, maybe ever. I'm thinking that for the first time since I got hurt I don't feel like my skin is shrinking around me, like there is no right place for me in the world except for right here.