Takeoff

by Becca Jameson

  He slid his hand down to play with her hair. “Do you get a lot of comments about your hair?” he asked absently, probably to give her time to be sure she wanted to move to the bedroom. She didn’t need time, but it was endearing anyway.

  She shrugged. “Yeah. Usually, people want to know how I get it so white and why my roots never show. Most people love it and indicate they’re jealous. Strangers. Like random people in line for coffee or at the grocery store.”

  “It is gorgeous. They aren’t wrong. People pay good money to get their hair like this.”

  “The black and white is often a topic of discussion too. No, I don’t own a dalmatian, and no I’m not Cruella de Vil.”

  He laughed again. “No, you are not.”

  “You know…”

  “What?”

  “We could just fuck and get it over with and eliminate the awkward small talk part. It won’t seem so weird after we’ve done it once.”

  His eyes went wide.

  “What? Isn’t that every guy’s dream?”

  He slowly shook his head. “Not even close. The men you’ve dated were either inexperienced or selfish. Or both. We are not going to fuck, unless you beg me to after I’ve driven you out of your mind. Nor are we going to ‘get it over with.’ I’m going to take my time. When I’m finished with you, you’re going to be exhausted and completely under my spell. Then we’ll see who’s the witch.” He wiggled his brows.

  “So confident.”

  “Yep.”

  “What if I don’t respond the way you’re certain I will? That’s a lot of pressure.” She fidgeted.

  He shook his head. “No pressure, and I’m confident because every time I kiss you, you get all melty and start moaning. Not reactions that come from someone who isn’t paying attention.”

  She swatted at his chest with her free hand. “I do not.”

  He grabbed her hand and held it against his chest. “Yes, you do. And I love it. Makes my head swell.” He leaned in closer. “But seriously, I do not want you to feel pressured.”

  “I don’t, Deacon.” What I feel is horny. She inched closer. “As long as we’re clear this is nothing more than sex. It can’t be more. I can’t do more.”

  “Wait, can’t we still also be friends?” he joked.

  “Yes.” She smiled. “I hope so, unless one of us sucks at sex, and then we slowly back away from each other.”

  “Well, that’s not going to happen.”

  “There’s that confidence again.”

  He dropped her hand and cupped her face, drawing in a long slow breath and letting it out. “I’m going to kiss you now, and I’m not going to stop kissing you for like an hour unless you tell me to.”

  “That’s a long kiss. My lips will get sore.”

  “I won’t be kissing your mouth the entire time. I’ll divide my attention evenly between your mouth, your nipples, and your clit. That way your entire body will be sore and you won’t notice so much.” Before she could respond, he closed the distance and took control of her mouth. His hand slid into her hair, his fingers threading between the locks, holding her head tight enough to make her breath hitch.

  She did indeed fall under his spell as usual, her heart beating faster as he stroked her tongue with his and sucked it gently. She was also aware she moaned, which made him smile against her lips. “See?” he murmured before he resumed kissing her.

  When his hand came to her waist and his fingers tucked under the edge of her sweater, she knew she was doing the right thing. He may have been overly confident about his skills between the sheets, but he also lit a fire in her, and she was beyond curious to find out if he was right.

  She might end up going back in time to bitch-slap several men halfway into the next decade if she found out they’d all been too lazy to see to her needs, but then again, she suspected her attraction to Deacon had more to do with their emotional connection than anything else.

  She’d never been interested in any man the way she was Deacon. It probably wouldn’t have mattered if they were good in bed or not. Maybe she would never know. Somehow, she’d managed to go over her mental grocery list while they’d been inside her. She knew that was not going to happen with Deacon. He was already chasing all coherent thoughts out of the room.

  Perhaps there was merit to his suggestion that their combined pheromones made them both horny. Whatever the case was, she was suddenly beyond curious. She wanted to know if he really could rock her entire world the way she imagined.

  When his mouth drifted away from her lips, she was panting. She tipped her head to one side to accommodate him as he nibbled a path toward her ear. He flicked her earlobe with his tongue, making her squirm. Even that simple action made her breasts feel heavy. She held on to his biceps tightly.

  “Let’s move to the bedroom,” he murmured.

  She nodded.

  “Don’t get me wrong. Eventually, I’ll have sex with you in every room in the house, but I’d like to start in the bedroom. More comfortable. Easier access to your body.”

  She swallowed.

  He stood, pulling her with him. He turned her toward the hallway and walked close to her back as she preceded him. He stayed so close to her that it was difficult to take very big steps. His hands were on her shoulders, his lips on her neck as they moved awkwardly and slowly down the hallway.

  Instead of flipping the light switch when they arrived, Deacon guided her toward the bed and turned on a lamp. A soft glow filled the room. Perfect.

  Deacon lifted her by the waist, set her on the bed, and forced her to scoot back several feet as he came over her, advancing like a cat after its prey. She was breathing heavily by the time she dropped onto her back. Every move he made was so erotic for no good reason. Setting his knee on the mattress—sexy. Crawling on all fours over her—sexy. Hovering over her, his gaze intense and filled with promise—sexy.

  She licked her lips as he lowered his face to kiss her again. No other part of him was touching her. His hands held him aloft over her. It was maddening, and she grabbed his biceps, hoping to tug him down. The weight of his body would be welcome. But he didn’t budge. He kept kissing her until he shifted his attention away from her mouth and nibbled a path to her neck.

  She arched her head back for him. Damn. Her brain was already not firing properly.

  Finally, he lifted off her and looked down at her. “Want me to stop?”

  “God, no.” She grabbed his forearms this time. “Please, Deacon.”

  He let his gaze roam down her body. “I need to see you.”

  “I’m right here.”

  “All of you. I’ve dreamed of having you in my bed. Now you’re here and I can’t fully believe it.”

  She slid her hands down to the bottom of his shirt and eased it up his body until he had to help her pull it over his head. It was her way of telling him to continue.

  For a few moments, they stared at each other, both breathing heavily. Then his hands came to her shirt and he yanked it over her head far more frantically than she’d done to him. It might have been funny if she weren’t so far gone to him that all she could think about was getting his hands on her and the promise of his mouth.

  He slid off the end of the bed. “Take off your jeans, Rae,” he demanded while he removed his.

  She went for the button and somehow managed to unzip them also, even though her hands were shaking. She lifted her hips up to shrug the denim down, but all the while she was watching him and the fact that he was now gloriously naked, his impressive cock bobbing in front of him.

  He grabbed the legs of her jeans and helped her get them off before he climbed back over her. She was still wearing a matching panty and bra set. Pink. Lacy. Her favorite.

  She gasped when he spread her legs, settled between them, and began to nibble a path up her inner thigh. She lost focus, her mouth falling open. She fisted the comforter at her sides. He hadn’t really done anything yet, and already she was about to come.

  When he reache
d the lace edge of her panties between her legs, he dragged his tongue along the elastic.

  “Oh, God.” She tipped her head back. Her legs were trembling.

  He chuckled and skipped over the most important parts to trail his tongue along the elastic at her belly. “I haven’t done anything yet, Rae.”

  She moaned. There was no way to respond. Somehow, she no longer spoke the English language.

  He moved to her chest next, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her cleavage. His breath brought goosebumps to her skin. She arched her chest when his tongue reached under the edge of her bra. Every inch of her was enflamed. She wanted more.

  Luckily, he didn’t make her wait. He reached under her to unfasten her bra and then eased it down her arms.

  She shuddered when he took long moments to hover over her, staring at her breasts before finally lowering his lips and circling one nipple with his tongue. The man wasn’t kidding when he’d said he would be kissing her everywhere. He was good with his mouth. Amazing. She wanted more. He intentionally avoided her nipple before switching to torment her other breast.

  When she grabbed his forearms and squeezed, he finally relented and flicked his tongue over her nipple.

  She cried out as if he’d just given her the best orgasm of her life. Seriously. He’d barely touched her yet. Every nerve ending was over-sensitized.

  Deacon closed the distance another inch and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Jesus. Stars floated in front of her. She couldn’t breathe. And this didn’t improve when he switched to the other breast.

  For several minutes he worshiped her breasts, kissing, nipping, sucking.

  She writhed under him, her hands moving to his waist and reaching for his cock.

  He inhaled sharply when she wrapped her hand around his length and palmed him gently. He grabbed her wrist after a few seconds and removed her hand.

  She blinked at him. “Deacon…”

  “Later, baby. It’s my turn.”

  “We’re taking turns?” she asked, but her voice trailed off when he grabbed the edge of her panties and began pulling them over her hips.

  “No. I’m the only one who gets a turn right now.” He smiled at her as he removed the scrap of lace and dropped down between her legs, spreading them farther.

  It unnerved her, watching him stare at her pussy. It was maddening when he parted her folds and breathed on her. But it was out of this world when he dragged his tongue through her slit.

  “Oh, God.”

  “Mmm.” The vibration from his mouth made things worse. He circled her clit with his tongue, tormenting it like he had her nipples. But when he sucked it into his mouth, she nearly died on the spot.

  Her hands flew to his shoulders. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop or continue. She couldn’t make coherent thoughts. He was relentless, increasing his efforts until she whimpered. Her legs were shaking again. She was going to come.

  He gripped her thighs, but one hand slid toward her pussy to ease a finger inside her.

  That was all it took. “Deacon,” she cried out as the waves of her orgasm consumed her. Her pussy pulsed around his finger. Her clit throbbed against his tongue. And the masterful man knew exactly when to ease off. He kissed his way up her body while she lay limp and panting, grinning when he finally lifted his head. “You came.”

  “I did.” She licked her lips and squirmed. “I need you inside me.”

  He leaned over the side of the bed and opened a drawer on the nightstand, returning to face her on his knees, rolling a condom down his cock.

  “Next time I get to use my mouth.”

  “Deal.” He lowered over her, his arms at the sides of her head, his cock lined up with her entrance. “It’s gonna be tight, baby.”

  “It’s going to be perfect.” She ran her hands up his back, tracing his muscles. Loving the feel of his smooth hard skin. Her eyes rolled back the moment he eased into her though. It was tight. It was also perfect. It wasn’t like she was a virgin. It had just been a while. Now, she wondered why she’d waited so many years to have sex again. Oh right. Because she was waiting for Deacon. This man. No one else had ever made her come or scrambled her brain the way he did.

  When he was fully seated, he moaned and held still, his expression tight, lips pursed, eyes closed. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was in pain. “Am I hurting you?” she teased before lifting her hips to encourage him to move.

  “Hardly.” He sucked in a breath. “Shit. I’m going to come.”

  “That’s the idea, isn’t it?” She had no idea where her wit was coming from. Probably because he wasn’t moving yet and she’d just had an amazing orgasm.

  Deacon groaned as he eased out and then pressed back in deeper. “Jesus. You’re so tight.”

  She was, but God it felt good. When she squeezed around his cock with her inner muscles, he moaned louder and seemed to give up the fight. He picked up the pace, thrusting in and out, his eyes glazed over, his hands fisted in her hair. “Raeann…” he whispered a moment before he froze, buried deep, the pulses of his release making his body jerk.

  It was amazing watching him come. He was so gorgeous. So raw and exposed. She could get used to this. She couldn’t though. So she closed her eyes and tried to rein in her emotions. Maybe not looking directly at his fucking hot body would help.

  It didn’t. She shivered as he pulled out.

  “Don’t move.” He slid off the end of the bed and padded toward the bathroom. Was he kidding? There was no way she could move. Not even to bother closing her legs. She lay there watching the doorway where he’d disappeared, waiting, smiling when he returned. He tugged the covers back and somehow managed to manhandle her to that spot before climbing over her and tucking them both in.

  He pulled her into his arms and cupped her face next, meeting her gaze. “I knew it would be good, but damn, woman.”

  She smiled. “Yeah.”

  “I assume you agree, considering how fast you came.”

  She nodded. “I had no idea it could be like that. I’ve been missing out.”

  “You have.”

  She hesitated. “Now what?”

  Chapter 8

  He smiled at her, forcing his chest to ease up, forcing himself not to panic or let her see how damn concerned he was. The sex had been off-the-charts phenomenal, and he knew for certain it was mainly because of how he felt about her.

  He was falling for her. That hadn’t really been in the plans. He’d known he had the hots for her. He’d even known his feelings had grown into something dangerous lately, but now that he’d been inside her…heard her cry out…watched her face as she came…

  The dangerous territory he’d been in was suddenly a code red where his heart was concerned. He had no right taking her like that. Staking claim on her body. He shouldn’t have had sex with her. It had been a horrible idea. Why hadn’t he listened to his head?

  How was he ever going to let her go?

  “Deacon?”

  He’d forgotten she’d asked him a question. He swallowed and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Now we rest for a minute and then do that again.” He smiled.

  She giggled. “You can recover that fast?”

  “Only because I haven’t had sex in a while. And because I’m still hard.”

  She thrust her hips toward him. “Oh yeah. You are.” She wiggled her hand between them and palmed him again. “Now may I touch you?”

  He nodded, trying not to grit his teeth. It felt so damn good. Her small hand stroked him and teased his length until he was panting. All this less than five minutes after coming.

  “Raeann…” He could hear the pleading in his voice, and he stiffened when the little imp wiggled down his body under the covers, found him with her mouth, and sucked his cock all the way to the back of her throat.

  He moaned, his hands coming to her shoulders. “Baby…”

  She hummed around his shaft, increasing the fantastic sensation.

  He let h
er suck and lick him for as long as he could stand, not wanting to come down her throat. Not today. He wanted to be buried inside her again. And how the hell was he able to get fully erect so fast?

  Finally, he reached for her and pulled her up his body.

  “I was just getting started.”

  “Another time. Grab another condom, baby.”

  She was smiling with pride as she leaned over the side of the bed. Her amazing tits hung down, a temptation, a reminder of how she’d writhed under him.

  When she returned, she straddled him, ripped open the condom, and rolled it down his shaft.

  He grabbed her hips. “Do you want a different position?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “Nope. I want to ride you. I want to drive you as crazy as you just drove me.”

  Damn. All he could do was blow out a slow breath and watch as she lined up with his cock and eased down the length.

  When he was as deep as possible, she tipped her head back and arched her chest, moaning. She was so fucking sexy at that moment. Her nipples hard peaks, her neck elongated, her lips parted, her hair hanging down her back. Ethereal. Gorgeous.

  He slid his hands up and down her back. He was perfectly fine with her being seated on him without moving. She could stay like this for as long as she wanted. There was no urgency. He’d come once already. It was a wonder he could even be this hard so fast. He doubted he would come again so soon.

  Raeann eventually lowered her gaze to his and smiled. “I could stay like this.”

  “You certainly can. I won’t complain.”

  She chewed on her lower lip for a moment. “I’m going to come again.”

  “That’s the plan.” He slid one hand around to find her clit. “I’ll even help.”

  Her breath hitched and she whimpered.

  He held her steady with a hand on her hip and flicked his fingers rapidly over her clit until her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open again. “Does that feel good? Me rubbing your clit with my cock buried inside you?”

  “Jesus.” She gripped his hips with her knees, her thighs tightening. “It drives me to the edge when you talk like that,” she managed between breaths.