Page 63 of Recon Rendezvous

“I’m saying, while I love those guys, I’d like to spend more time together, just us. I want to get to know you better… to see what this thing between us is.”

“There’s an us?”

“I’d like there to be. You can’t tell me you don’t feel this pull between us. This undeniable spark that flares to life every time I’m near. Tell me I’m not alone in this?” I say, leaning forward, nuzzling my nose into her neck.

Her responding hum and tilt of her head builds my confidence, and a sliver of relief flows through me. I’ve got her.

Placing soft kisses along her neck, I inhale the sweet fragrance of her skin, my hands slipping into the silky strands at her nape.

“I’ve missed this face. This snarky mouth.” I kiss along her jaw. “Why’d you run away? What happened?” I whisper into her skin.

Moaning, her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer as if she’s seeking my support or the feel of me before she speaks.

“I don’t know. I was feeling out of sorts and needed some sense of normalcy, to decompress with one of the people who know me best.”

“How are you feeling now?” I ask, feathering her with kisses. “Do you need a little stress reliever until I can get you home and take care of you?”

She moans, arching into my touch, and that's just what I need to unleash this ungodly feeling that's burning under my skin.

“Turn around, on your knees.”

Those eyes blaze as they hold mine.

“It’s cute that you think you’re in charge.”

Yanking her to me, I growl against her lips, “It’s cuter that you think I’m not.”

The tension between us crackles and my heart pounds in anticipation of her next move. But as her eyes slowly drift close, I have my answer, she’s mine for the taking.

This kiss is different from all the others. It’s fiery, the passion all consuming, but the acquiescence I taste on her lips is my undoing. She’s ready to take what I give her. Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I give it a bite before releasing her.

“Turn around and get on your knees,” I repeat, softly.

Her movements are jerky as she snaps out of the trance, but soon she’s facing the window, knees spread wide. The wanton look on her face as she watches me over her shoulder has me biting my lip.

“What about the bus driver? What if he hears?” she whispers.

Stepping up beside her, I can’t keep my hands to myself, and they roam up and down her exposed skin when I ruck her skirt up to find all that ass encased in wine red lace.

“Don't get shy now. Slutty girls tell us how much they like it. Let us hear you,” I lie. I told him to beat it once we parked, but she doesn't know that. My little exhibitionist craves the attention, loves fucking where people can hear and see her. I’d never let that happen, she’s mine and mine alone, but I’ll play this game for her.

She whimpers and it’s like music to my cock and he stands up even taller.

“You like that, don’t you, baby? You want everyone to hear you fall apart?” I growl. “Open your legs wider, let me see it.” She obliges, the sound of her desperate pants synchronizes with the beat of my heart.

“Look at this ass,” I say, giving it a slap. “You look amazing tonight, all dressed up, and this cake looks good enough to eat. One of these days you’ll let me fuck you in a bed, legs spread wide, where I can feast on you, and taste and savor every inch of you.” I’ve never wanted someone with me, beside me where I rest my head, the way I want her.

My hands continue to wander, kneading and caressing the smooth expanse of heated skin. “But that will come in due time. I wanna punish this little ass first. For making me worry,” I say as my hand comes down, the sound echoing through the quiet bus, and she cries out in surprise. But I soothe her with soft kisses.

Moving her barely there panties to the side, I go to my knees, finding her pussy already wet and ready for me.

“I just need a little taste to tide me over. It’s been too long since I’ve had your pussy on my tongue,” I murmur before my mouth closes over her.

Her gasps fill the empty space around us as she pulls away, but my hands shoot up to grip her hips, keeping her right where I want her.

“No, right here. Next time, it’ll be your ass but for now, this pussy is mine,” I say, my tongue delving deeper. Spearing her and tasting everything I’ve been missing. My fingers join the party and she takes two easily as I continue to lick and suck her sensitive flesh.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” I say at her moans. “I’ll give you everything you could ever want, if you’d just let me.”

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