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by Quinn, Meghan


  “Shit,” I mutter while dragging my hand over my mouth.

  Smiling, she leans forward and presses her chest against mine, her nipples grazing my skin erotically, turning me on even more. I bring my hands to her legs, where I skim them up her thighs to her hips and start to rock her against me.

  She groans and brings her forehead to mine. “What are we doing?” she asks, her nose touching mine.

  “We’re going to fuck.”

  “You want to?”

  I grind her harder on my lap, my hands slipping past the waistband of her bed shorts. She’s not wearing any underwear, so I palm her ass and give it a squeeze. “You can’t expect me to leave you alone while you’re wearing this skimpy outfit, can you?”

  “I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

  I raise a brow at her and pull away a few inches. “You want to fuck me, Ryan?”

  She nods. “Badly. Ever since this morning when you walked around the hotel room in your towel. I’ve been turned on and desperate all day.”

  “Yeah?” I move my nose along her jawline and bring my lips to her ear. “How desperate?”

  Breath erratic, she tips her head back, giving me access to her neck, where I take advantage of the angle, pressing my lips along the column, eliciting a low moan from her. That sound is gorgeous.

  “So desperate”—she swallows hard—“that I turned on porn to get you in the mood.”

  I work my mouth back toward her ear where I suck on the spot below her lobe, giving it a little nibble before pulling away. “You didn’t have to turn on porn. I was already in the mood the minute you walked out of the bathroom with your nipples on display in that threadbare tank top.”

  “You looked?” She gasps when I bite on her neck again.

  “I’ve been looking all goddamn day.”

  Her hand falls to the back of my neck where she plays with the short strands of my hair.

  “Why didn’t you do anything about it?”

  I work my mouth to the other side of her neck, most likely leaving at least one hickey but not giving two shits about it. I’m marking her . . . at least for tonight.

  “Because,” I answer honestly, “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

  “Sometimes”—she rotates her hips, building the friction between us—“you need to have release with another human, no strings attached.”

  “Is that what this is? No-strings attached?”

  She nods, pressing my mouth harder onto her neck. I suck, hard.

  “Yes,” she gasps. “You live in Las Vegas; I live here. I’m not dense, I know what this is.”

  I run my nose back to her jaw and pull away to look her in the eyes. “And you’re okay with it being one night?”

  She presses her fingers into my scalp. “It’s all I want. One night. Tomorrow you go back to your planes, and I go back to my life.”

  I search her eyes, looking for any sort of vulnerability, any chance that what she’s saying is a lie, but all I see is lust and passion. She wants this like I do.

  “How long has it been for you?” I ask, needing to know what I’m working with.

  “A week. What about you?”

  I swallow hard. “A few months.”

  “That’s hard to believe.” She runs a hand down my chest, to my belly button, and then to the button and fly of my jeans.

  Smiling, she moves her other hand down south and opens my jeans, keeping her eyes fixed on mine.

  “Haven’t had time to meet anyone.” The tendons in my neck tense and flex when her fingertips fall under the waistband of my boxer briefs; the head of my cock is so damn close to her touch.

  “That’s a shame, because this body is going to waste.”

  Not wanting to withstand the torture I’m sure she’s about to put me through, I swiftly push her back on the bed. Her hair fans out, framing her pretty face while her tits jut up at me, begging for my mouth.

  I lean forward, her hands still at the waistband of my jeans when I bring my lips around one of her pierced nipples, sucking in the tiny barbell and working it back and forth with my tongue.

  “Yes, that feels so good, just like that.”

  I bite down on her nipple gently, loving how her chest rises when I do so, wanting more. I nibble, I suck, and I lick until she’s writhing beneath me. Releasing her from my mouth, I work my way over to the other one, where I give it the same tortuous treatment. She twists beneath me, her hands falling from my jeans to my shoulders, to my back, and to my jeans again, as if she can’t figure out where to rest them.

  “I’m so wet.” She spreads her legs beneath me, so I take the opportunity to move my mouth down her abdomen to the spot just above the apex of her thighs. Sitting back for a second, I remove the tiny boy shorts and reveal a beautifully wet pussy. Fucking hell.

  She wasn’t kidding.

  Needing a taste, I lean forward and bring one of her legs over my shoulder. I kiss her pubic bone, work my mouth to her belly button and then back down again to the inside of her thigh. I lick her skin, teasing her center, getting close enough but never putting my tongue where she wants me.

  “Colby, please.” Her hand presses against my head, urging me lower. I take her cue, not because I want to, but because if I don’t get her off soon and get inside her, I’m going to embarrassingly come in my pants.

  I spread the leg that’s not draped over my shoulder even farther and hover my mouth just above her deliciously soaking pussy. “Do you want me to lick your pretty little cunt, Ryan?”

  “Yes,” she moans and moves her hips toward my face. “I need release.”

  Smiling, I lean forward the last few inches and make one long swipe with my tongue. She lets out an ineligible sound, her arm flying to her face where she covers her eyes and bites down on her bottom lip, her back arching higher and higher with each and every swipe I make.

  She smells delicious and tastes like honey on a warm summer day, her arousal addicting on my tongue. I work her slit up and down, never letting up, pressing my tongue on her bundle of nerves over and over again, until she’s panting heavily and lifting her hips against my mouth begging for more.

  I slow down, making my strokes long and torturous as I flatten my tongue.

  “No,” she cries, her body breaking out in a sweat, her body contracting, needing more. “Fast, I need it fast. I’m so close.”

  “How close?”

  “So close.”

  Wanting to see how far I can push her, I pull away and stare at her.

  Her chest rises and falls, her eyes heady as she looks at me. Instead of protesting, she waits patiently, knowing exactly what I’m doing. She briefly closes her eyes and swallows hard before opening them again—the tension in her shoulders evident, the need in her eyes palpable.

  Keeping my gaze fixed on hers, I move my mouth back to her pussy. She licks her lips. I lick mine.

  I lower and on her second breath in, I press my entire mouth against her arousal and rapidly flick my tongue against her clit. She comes in seconds, her hips uncontrollably flexing into my mouth. I press my hand on her stomach to keep her still while I drag out her orgasm.

  She moans, calling out my name, hands sifting through my hair, pushing and pulling every which way until she’s on the verge of tears, begging me to stop, saying it’s too much.

  But I don’t.

  I continue to fuck her with my tongue, pulsing my fingers in and out of her until she starts to shake and shatter beneath me again, a second orgasm taking over her. She sits up on her elbows as the second one hits her, her stomach flexing as she stares at me in disbelief. Her head falls back and she moans.

  “God, yes.”

  She collapses on the bed as I pull away and twist her to her stomach. I quickly jump off the bed, shuck my pants and briefs and pull a condom from my wallet. I sheath myself in seconds and get back to the bed where I take hold of her hips.

  My entire body humming, I place my cock at her entrance and smooth it up and down her wet pussy, letting it easily s
lide along her slit.

  She’s using her forearms to keep herself still as the side of her face is pressed against the mattress, her expression telling me she’s still on a high from her two orgasms.

  “Ryan, I need to fuck you. I’m so goddamn hard right now.”

  “Then fuck me.”

  “It’s going to be hard.”

  “I want it hard.”

  Shit, as if I didn’t think I could get anymore stiff, she says something like that.

  Before I enter her, I smooth my hand along the slope of her back, to her shoulder blade, and then underneath to her breast. So goddamn full.

  Lightly, I wrap my hand around her long blonde hair and tug her gently. “Lift up,” I command, guiding her so her back is pressed against my chest, her ass cradling my dick.

  Still holding on to her hair, I bring my head forward so I can get a view of her breasts from this angle.

  “I’m going to fuck your tits later.” I pull her head to the side and kiss along her neck while I stroke her nipples. I continue to whisper in her ear, “I’ve always considered myself an ass and legs man, but right now, I’m making a change.”

  “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours for the night.”

  I shake my head. “Nah, sweetheart, you’re not mine, we’re each other’s. Use me for your pleasure, and I’ll use you for mine.”

  On a gasp, she says, “Deal.”

  I press a few kisses on her neck before I whisper in her ear, “Now bend over and brace yourself.”

  I press on her back and help her down before placing my swollen cock at her entrance. Preparing myself, I take a deep breath and then fully insert myself, bottoming out in one smooth stroke.

  She tightens up at first, her hands gripping the sheets, but then slowly starts to relax as she adjusts around my girth.

  “Oh . . . my . . . God,” she breathes out.

  “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t hold back. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah.” She rests her hands under her cheek, elbows winged out, and says, “Fuck me.”

  Feeling like I hit the lottery, I grab hold of her hips, steadying her, and start to move my hips in and out, my length gliding along her slick channel, squeezing me tightly.

  Shit, I’m going to come fast. She’s so tight, and with each stroke I make, she pulses around me, contracting purposefully. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and it has me seeing fucking stars with each stroke.

  “Jesus Christ,” I mumble as I move in and out of her a little faster. “You feel so damn good, Ryan. So damn good.”

  “You’re so . . . big,” she gulps. “I’m going to come, again.”

  “Not yet. Not there.”

  She moans and buries her forehead in the sheets.

  “I’m there, Colby. God.” She starts to tighten around me, her orgasm hitting her harder and faster than I expected. She screams out my name, her body tensing around me as I thrust my hips harder.

  Sweat eclipses me, my body starting to float, an all-consuming pleasure starting to ripple up my spine as I make two more pushes inside her. My orgasm rips through me, almost like a machine gun shooting off in my body in rapid fire, starting at my toes and all the way to my cheeks. I still inside her, coming so fucking hard that my vision goes blurry.

  “Fuck. Fuck,” I yell, eyes squeezed shut, pleasure roaring through me.

  It takes a few seconds, but once I stop coming, I feel my body start to relax. Sated, the tension I’ve been carrying for the last couple months slowly eases out of me. That’s all it took. One single orgasm. God. She’s a sexy woman to fuck.

  Letting out a long pent-up breath, I fall to the side and drag my hands over my face. Smiling, I look over at Ryan who has the same goofy grin on her face as I expect I do.

  And then that’s when I hear it: the porn movie is still on.

  Laughing, I reach over to the remote and turn off the TV. “My hotel neighbors must think there is an orgy going on in here.”

  She wiggles her eyebrows. “Bet they’re jealous.”

  “Most likely.” I sit up and take care of my condom, tossing it in the bathroom trash can before returning to the bedroom. That was one of the hottest things I’ve done, and I am so not done with Ryan for tonight. Hope she has stamina.

  Curled up in the bed, naked, Ryan lifts up the sheets for me to join her. I scoot in next to her and pull her into my chest where I place a kiss on the top of her head. Scooting in close, she places her hand on my chest and nuzzles her head into my shoulder.

  She lightly dances her fingers over my chest and says, “I think we can safely say, we’re close friends now.”

  I chuckle and stroke her hair. “I don’t have many friends like you.”

  “What? Blonde and frisky?”

  “No. Friends I’ve eaten out.”

  On a gasp, she pinches my nipple and laughs with me. “Had I known you were so dirty, I would have turned on porn this morning instead of watching Friends.”

  I press another kiss on her head. “If you’d done that, you wouldn’t have a new sweatshirt, and I would have fucked you so hard all day, you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  * * *

  I stare at the plane I’m waiting to get on, coffee in hand, a feeling of relaxation floating over me. I haven’t felt this good in a really long time. And I would like to say it was because I had sex, but I’m not stupid. I know there’s more to it.

  I had comfortable sex, the kind of sex you can only have with someone you know. It was off-the-charts amazing, something I don’t think I would have gotten banging a random girl from a bar. This was different. Ryan and I knew each other, so there weren’t any expectations. One passionate night. That’s all it was, and it was fucking amazing.

  We fell asleep after our first round, and I was rudely woken up by my alarm, reminding me of my early morning flight. I never got a round two with her but maybe it was for the best, because I could see how easily someone could become addicted to Ryan. There’s something special about her.

  I take a sip of my coffee and stare at the early morning sun as my phone vibrates in my pocket.

  I check the screen.

  Smiling to myself, I open up her text message.

  Ryan: You’re just going to leave like that, without saying bye?

  I set my coffee down and text her back.

  Colby: I said bye. It’s not my fault you sleep like the dead.

  Ryan: Well, when you fuck me like that, what do you expect?

  Colby: The ego boost is appreciated.

  Ryan: You want an ego boost? You’re ridiculously good at sex.

  A guy can’t hear that enough.

  Colby: Back at, ya.

  Ryan: Question.

  Colby: Shoot.

  Ryan: Do you realize we didn’t kiss last night?

  I’m about to text her and tell her we did, but when I think about it, I realize she’s right. We didn’t kiss. I kissed her everywhere but her mouth.

  Colby: Huh, we didn’t. Are you upset about it?

  Ryan: No, probably for the best. I think your lips on mine might have done me in.

  Colby: How so?

  Ryan: Big dick, amazing at oral, body of a god. If you were a good kisser too it would have been too much.

  Colby: For the record, I’m an amazing kisser.

  Ryan: So full of yourself. If only you were this loose in person.

  Colby: Don’t forget my “move.”

  Ryan: I knew it! You brooding jackass. Ugh, so annoying. Anyway, just wanted to thank you for last night. The orgasms were much appreciated.

  Colby: Same here. You’re hot as fuck, Ryan.

  Ryan: You just made my nipples hard. Damn you. Have a safe trip, Colby. If you’re ever in town again, you at least have one more person to visit. Take care.

  Colby: You too, Ryan.

  Chapter Sixty-Nine

  COLBY

  Three months later . . .

  “What are you doing after you get out of here?” Colt asks
, as we walk down the corridor to our lockers. We spent the whole day in the air, training, practicing four-jet-formation aerial maneuvers. It’s taxing and hard on your body.

  “Grocery store and home.” I hang my helmet on my designated hook and start stripping down. LPU first, then my harness, and survival vest. With each article I take off, I hang them up in my locker accordingly, keeping everything perfectly in order.

  “Grocery store? That’s boring shit, man.” Colt flings his gear in his locker, not giving it a second thought. “Come out to the bar with me and Rowdy. It’s karaoke night.”

  Yeah, I won’t be participating in that, not even if they paid me.

  “I’m good. Ask Bent.”

  “Bent has a date.”

  I lift my head and cock my eyebrow. “Does he?”

  “Yeah, some chick he met the other day.”

  And why the hell am I hearing this from Colt?

  “So that leaves you, me, and Rowdy. It’ll be fun. Rowdy is a shit singer when he’s drunk. It’s hilarious.”

  “I’ll pass.” I undo my g-suit, letting my legs breathe from their tight confines, shaking them out like every other time I free myself of my pilot gear.

  “You’re really going to pass up drunk Rowdy singing for the grocery store?”

  I shrug. “I need food.”

  Just then, Bent walks into the locker, undressing quickly. I eye him and finally say, “Have a date you’re late for?”

  He pauses, twists his head to the side and glares at Colt. “Do you have to tell everyone?”

  “Don’t share information with me if you don’t want it spread it to everyone who walks in my path.”

  “Unbelievable,” Bent mutters while shaking his head.

  “What’s the secret?”

  “It’s the commander’s daughter,” Colt singsongs.

  Slamming his helmet into the locker, Bent says, “Will you shut the fuck up?”

 

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