He was going to come. Shit.
But he wanted to do something first before he did.
With no warning, Jake withdrew from her, kissing her whimper of protest off. Then he turned her around until she was facing the desk, entering her from behind and burying his cock on her pussy again. She leaned down flat on the desk and urged him on, and he continued his earlier tempo and fucked her hard. When it felt like he still wasn’t hitting deep enough, he placed a foot on the edge of desk and thrust furiously. She called out his name repeatedly when he began hitting her spot, and soon she was convulsing against him.
Jake squeezed her hips and used his finger to rub her clit, intensifying her orgasm. He thrust a few more times before his own vision went blind as sparks hit him before he climaxed. He spurted more seed than was normal, and they spilled from her pussy and dripped down her right leg.
Silence filled the room, save for the erratic breaths.
Finally, he turned her around and kissed her again. Fiona smiled and snuggled up to him, kissing him back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jake snuck his “package” inside his bedroom, knowing she could stay there until morning before everyone was awake. They took a shower together and just basked in the moment, after which they toweled each other dry. Fiona got him hard again while the towel playfully rubbed his cock, but she swatted his advances off and put on her dress again, claiming that they needed to eat first.
And she didn’t don her underwear on.
Jake sent a silent thank you to his artifact inside his bag. He knew the day wasn’t over yet.
They got food at the nearest restaurant, sitting beside each other and talking about their son, who she left with her mother to babysit for the night. She said that it was his buddy who told her he was at headquarters and couldn’t go home yet—the same buddy who was with him when he’d first met her in the diner—and so she decided to surprise him instead.
Halfway through dessert, she started stroking his dick beneath his pants, as casually as she could. He recalled that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all, and it only made him feel hotter until he was all but thrusting against his pants. Fiona gently suggested that they call it a night, and he all but slapped the money down the table before dragging her off to the car he borrowed from headquarters.
They didn’t even make it to headquarters, because by the time they got in the car, she had started unzipping his pants and freeing his cock for her to stroke playfully. Her other hand slid inside her dress as she started touching herself. Jake uttered a soft curse before he jerked the car to a park behind a billboard they passed by the road. Then he yanked Fiona to the back, where the backseat had a reclining mechanism that could make it flat and give them more space.
Fiona was about to suck his cock, but he dragged her up and stopped her before she could. Green eyes met his in puzzlement, then smoldered to lust when he uttered his next words.
“Ride my face, Fiona. I want to eat you.”
Jake helped Fiona lift her skirt up and position herself on top of his face, where she spread her legs for him. Her pussy was a sight to behold, so pink and perfect that his mouth watered. He didn’t waste any time as he buried his face in her luscious paradise, licking her with his tongue and groaning at her sweet taste. She was already so wet. He lapped her up like she was milk and he was a cat, nibbling here and there and instructing her to slide her dress down and massage her tits. She did, moaning on top on him as he worked her with his tongue. He was essentially fucking her there, and she reveled in the feeling as she began to move against his ministrations.
When Fiona began to grow restless, he quickened his movements, stroking her slick folds forcefully and licking her slit. Her swollen bud called for his attention, and she pleaded for him to make her come. Her throaty, needy begging had him hardening further, as his cock was completely ignored now.
Wanting more, he used his fingers to spread her folds for him, licking her deep inside and pushing his fingers—crooking it inside. She bucked, so he kept on and finally began to pay attention to her clit, sucking it hard.
Fiona gave a wild cry, her palm slapping the car window. Then she climaxed, a hot rush of whimpers and moans as he firmly sucked on her bud and helped her ride the wave. He lapped up her cum until she was clean, stayed there until she was sated.
Finally, Fiona went limp against him, her cheeks flushed and hazy pleasure in her eyes. He slid her down and sat up, guiding his cock inside her slit and slowly sinking in. Their gazes met as he slid fully to the hilt, then he couldn’t resist anymore as he kissed her wetly.
Their sounds of pleasure mixed together as his hands went to her hips and slid her up and down, feeling her nipples rub against his shirt as she also moved sensually. It started out slow, as if they had all the time in the world, even while his instincts urged him to just fuck her hard. No—he wanted to take his sweet, lovely time on this beautiful woman on top of him.
Fiona’s expression told him she was enjoying it, and she finally removed his shirt and tossed it on the front seat. Her hands wandered all over his chest. He let his own hands wander, touching her everywhere, tangling in her hair. His mouth trailed kisses to her throat and stayed for a bit on her neck, sucking the spot near her pulse point and feeling heady as it accelerated. Her breasts were the perfect size, fitting just right in his large hands, and he squeeze those plump mounds together and flicked her pink nipples repeatedly, watching them distend. Then he took the nubs in his mouth, swirling them with his tongue until they were hard points. All the while, they kept fucking slow, steeped in the pleasure of their lovemaking.
Jake didn’t know when the tempo increased, or who did it first. Their bodies were so in rhythm that it felt like they quickened the pace together. She used her knees to lift herself up before plunging down on his cock, earning her an approving groan from him as he kissed her roughly. She bit his bottom lip and moaned when he began thrusting up, and they broke the kiss as she placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage.
Soon, they were moving wildly against each other, and he was pistoning inside her with so much force. She placed her hands on top of the car to prevent her head from bumping there as her body bounced, and the action thrust her breasts out perfectly, bouncing repeatedly at his repeated pounding. He began to whisper dirty words in her ear, telling her how fucking tight she was and how he wanted her to come hard for him. She responded with her own dirty words, telling him he was the best fuck in the world and begging him to fuck her so hard with his hard dick.
Her moans turned to cries of pleasure as he changed the angle and began to hit her sweet spot. Then she was grinding against him as her climax claimed her and made her tremble all over, and she raked her nails over his back. The pleasure-pain it incited was the last straw, hitting Jake with pleasure so hard that he came so abruptly after her. He uttered an oath and yanked her for a kiss, feeling her muscles clench around him so tight. He kept moving and so did she, as they rode out the waves of their orgasm together.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime of nirvana, they slumped against each other. The car was filled with the scents of their sweat and sex, and Fiona giggled against him. He grinned and kissed her shoulder.
“Still wanna come to my bedroom?” he asked huskily.
Fiona smiled her brilliant smile at him. “Hell, yeah.”
Fuck, yeah. Thank you, artifact goddess of pleasure.
ISLAND HEAT
CHAPTER ONE
Air Force Captain Lucas Richards woke up remembering exactly what happened before he’d lost consciousness. But he didn’t know how he got here, staring at a ceiling that was too white and too bright—the complete opposite of his current mood. Had he died? Was this heaven?
Did heaven have white ceilings?
His thoughts were giving him a headache, and Lucas had to shake his head slightly to clear it off. It had been a run-in-the-mill bombing training mission, really, the only difference being they were doing it just near enemy territory. He and his co-pilot, Lieutenant Jack Franks, had been partners on missions like these for over a year now, and it had been nothing but a piece of cake for them.
This time, because it was near enemy territory, the thrill was particularly high—especially when they almost encountered some enemies in the sky. It had been common sense to simply bail after the mission was completed, then to fly back home as fast as they could using an alternate route to avoid detection. Jack had already been talking about the two of them getting some beers to wind down, and Lucas had been up for it. That cold, delicious beer had almost been at the palm of his hand.
Until the storm came.
There had been no reports of any bad weather before they flew, so it was particularly troubling for Lucas as he tried to evade it. But he soon learned there was no evading that kind of power, with its thick dark clouds and lightning that felt like an explosion. Lucas had only managed to shout at Jack to fasten his seatbelt before it happened—something hitting the tail of their plane before all their controls were fried.
Then they were falling on the ground, with barely enough time to hit their eject button as the wind roared in their ears and battered them in all directions.
Then…darkness.
That was as far as he remembered, and it wasn’t a pretty memory. Lucas tried to sit up, his temple throbbing.