Page 54 of OneTime Lovers
Leaning down, I kiss him briefly before sinking to my knees between his legs. His piercing blue eyes darken as he realizes my intent. I lean in to run my tongue softly along his firm cock, from base to tip. He groans loudly as I lick my lips and trace the same path again.
Scott entwines his hands in my hair, then throws back his head. “Jas, you’re seriously so bloody hot.”
Scott’s eyes widen in surprise as he grumbles, “You’re playing with fire, baby.”
Oh, this is good. I have him in my grips and I love it. I slide a hand between his legs, trailing my finger from his anus to his balls.
Cupping them gently in my hand. I feel his cock pulse in my mouth.
“Fuck, Jas, it’s too much. I want to be inside you when I come. It’s been too long since,” he begs and because I like the sound of his idea, I relent and drawing back I allow his dick to pop out of my mouth.
From the floor I pick up the condom and slide it on.
As I stand to straddle him, I allow him the chance to suckle one nipple then the other into his mouth, simply because it feels amazing. He licks and sucks on my tits till I’m so wet, my legs shake as I hover above him. My need for him to fill me, now desperate.
Scott’s hand reaches between us, holding his cock at the base as I ease down onto him. Sucking air into my lungs as he fills me completely.
He buries his head into my tits again, mumbling, “You feel fucking amazing.”
I cradle his head to my chest, and he nips and sucks on my taught peaks as I tease and taunt his cock. With each stroke of his tongue, I slowly slide up then down, panting breathlessly as I draw closer to the edge. Scott’s finger slides once over my clit, and my insides contract. Nearly there, my pleasure builds within me.
Our rhythm increases as I pump down hard onto Scott and he pushes up into me further, deeper. I feel the beginnings of my orgasm flutter through me as together we rise to new heights. Reaching for the moment of release.
Scott’s thumb rubs roughly once across my nub and I explode, in a shout of unintelligible sounds.
When I’m drained of my pleasure, I collapse into his arms seeking the closeness of his warm, naked body. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tighter. As a flash of lightning streaks across the room and the ensuing thunder rumbles shortly after. I don’t even flinch this time.
Maybe sex with Scott has cured me of my storm phobia. Certainly, any storm from now on, will remind me of this.
The next morning, I come awake slowly, smiling with the memory of last night. This time there are no regrets about sleeping with Scott, the sex was magnificent. I do appreciate the consistency of the sexy Aussie man. I fear he is becoming habit-forming.
I peek my eyes open to see the now-familiar naked man in the bed beside me. I run my eyes down over the hard muscles of his chest, which I know he keeps toned by swimming and working out at the gym.
Then further down to his arms and the wave tattoo which I also now know he got when he was nineteen and trying to figure out what to do with his life. The decision he made of course was to join the air force.
Yes, it’s a jolt to the system waking up in bed next to Scott again, but this time is different. This time he’s not the groomsman I barely knew. This time I know so much more about the man in the bed beside him.
One of those things I’ve learned is he likes to kick off the covers in his sleep. My eyes trail lower over his ripped abs and down to the temptation between his legs, standing predictably proud.
“What is it about you checking me out while I sleep?” Scott’s deep voice rumbles, making me smile. Yet again, I’ve been caught ogling his sexy torso and other bits.
I reluctantly drag my eyes slowly back up his body to meet his deep blue eyes. “It does seem to be a habit I’ve picked up.”
“Do you see anything you’re tempted by?” he asks, “Or do we need to negotiate a deal like the first time we slept together.” I smile at the memory of the first morning on the island and how we ended up having sex again in the morning.
“No need for a deal. This time I think I’ll just take what I want,” I tell him, and his eyes widen as I reach over to cup his balls, leaving him in no doubt as to what I want this morning.
A groan of pleasure rumbles from him as I massage his balls gently.
At the same time, Scott’s hand inches down the sheet covering me, slowly revealing my naked body to his hungry gaze.
He mutters the single word, “Gorgeous,” as his hand goes on its own exploratory path of my body.
The luxury of lying in bed, touching, and being touched, is an experience that only comes with time. Time spent learning about another person intimately. Scott and I have reached this point quickly. These feelings are unfamiliar to me, and the unknown is scary.
I don’t know how or when things got serious, but they have, for me at least.
Chapter 27
