14. Eagle
CHAPTER 14
EAGLE
I answer her question honestly, “She’s someone who used to matter. But she doesn’t anymore.”
Lacey is behind me, her fingers on the waistband of my boxers, so I can’t see her reaction to my explanation. But I feel her lips on my back, and this game of show-and-tell becomes something else altogether.
She breathes hot kisses from the back of my neck to the middle of my spine, sending sparks flaring up and down my arms until my dick is throbbing in my pants.
I turn and face her. “Your turn.” I point to the bed, and she lies flat on her back, her head on the pillows.
When she lies down, the cropped T-shirt rides up a bit, exposing her belly. I lie beside her on my side, touching the tiny white scars I spotted on her stomach last night.
“This one?” I ask. I tap a finger along a tiny mark, the well-healed slash not much bigger than a staple.
“They’re a set,” she explains, waving her hand over her stomach. “I had my appendix out as a teenager. Laparoscopic surgery scars.”
I don’t repeat the big word but lower my face to her belly. I kiss my way along each of the scars, the tiny hairs on her stomach standing at attention and goose bumps lifting on her arms. “Mmmm,” I hum against her skin, but I am not done. I kiss and breathe hot air, then blow cool against her skin until she shudders.
“Eagle,” she whispers.
“You have more,” I remind her, then I tug the hem of her T-shirt up farther. She’s wearing a soft pink bra, no wires or padding or anything, so there’s almost no resistance from the flimsy fabric when I shove the cup aside and expose her right breast.
“Eagle.” Her moan is like gasoline tossed on a fire. My dick hardens, and a pulse of needy energy surges through my belly.
I pinch the hard peak between two fingers and gently twist, Lacey squirming against the sheets.
“Oh,” she sighs, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. “Oh God.”
“What’s this, then?” I ask, gently touching a square-looking scar along her right nipple.
“I, uh,” she pants, dragging in shuddering breaths as I twist and tweak her nipple. “A biopsy and it was benign.”
I lower my mouth to the scar and trace the small white tissue, thin and pliable, with the tip of my tongue. “All good now?” I ask.
“God, yes, I’m all good,” she says.
“I meant this,” I say, cupping her whole breast in my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. I suck the nipple into my mouth and stroke my tongue along the delicate skin.
“God, yes,” she cries out. “Yes, they’re good.”
“Yes, they are.” And it’s never been more true. Her body is soft and curvy, but her tits are full and firm. The kind a man could shove his face into and get lost in forever. I’ve lusted after this body for too long not to take my time appreciating it now.
I settle myself over her hips and unbutton her denim shorts. She’s wearing basic black underwear, and I strip those and the shorts away. I help her pull the T-shirt and bra over her head.
Then she lies back, completely naked. Her light blond hair spills over the pillow, and her brown eyes are open, staring right into mine. I don’t break our gaze as I lift her knees and open her legs wide.
“Hold your knees,” I whisper, and she does. “Open wide for me,” I demand, and she does, a throaty purr bubbling past her lips.
She closes her eyes, and I stick a finger into my mouth to wet it. Then I move through the light curls and find her pussy. I take my time, exploring her lips, moving my finger around and over her flesh, stroking toward her opening to smear her juices onto my finger.
Then, I take my wet fingers and slide up and down her opening, one finger on either side of her clit. She gasps and sighs, wiggling her hips to help me find the right place, the right pressure.
I lower my mouth to her nipple and suck it in, reaching between us to feel her grow wetter and wetter as I suckle her.
“Eagle,” she sighs, rolling her hips lightly and arching her back. “I need more.”
But I’m not ready to fuck yet. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her mouth, tasting the soda she drank at dinner mingling with her unique, sweet flavor. I nudge her opening with one finger while I kiss her, sliding just the tip in, and then go back to her clit, alternating a teasing touch from her lips then back to her clit.
Her breaths are coming in ragged gasps against my mouth, her chest rising and falling as I probe her mouth with my tongue and work her pussy with my fingers. She begins to moan, a consistent, low sound, and starts fucking my hand, working her hips to get me to go inside, deeper.
“How many times can I get you to come for me, baby?” I ask, lifting my face from her skin.
“Are we still playing show-and-tell?” she asks. “Because I’d rather show you than tell you.”
“I can get behind that,” I say, unzipping my jeans. I only put three condoms back into my wallet, replacing the ones that we used—and the one we wasted. I roll one on before Lacey can even miss my mouth and fingers. Then I settle myself between her legs.
“Hold your knees,” I tell her. I want to watch myself fucking her. Want to see what every thrust and tap does to her.
She whimpers but obeys.
“Wider,” I tell her. “I want to see you.”
Her whole body seems to shudder at my words, and her mouth parts. She licks her lips and nods, holding her knees wide open. I’m kneeling on the bed, watching her pussy as I anchor myself on her knees and tap the head of my cock against her entrance.
“Mmmm,” she cries out, an aching, needy sound. “Eagle…”
“Shh,” I remind her. “We’re playing show-and-tell. Show me…”
She clenches her pussy.
“Greedy,” I tell her, stroking the head of my cock over her drenched slit. “Impatient.”
She gasps and nods, her fingers clutching the skin of her knees until the tan under her fingertips turns white. “I want you so bad, Eagle. So bad.”
“Show,” I urge, and she does, lifting her hips to try to meet my cock. “Uh-huh,” I say. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself while I’m inside you.”
She releases one knee but keeps both high in the air, her legs spread wide. Then I slide the tip of my cock partway into her pussy. She immediately finds her clit and strokes it in long, rhythmic circles. I work my dick hard, inching in and out of her, edging the shit out of her and bringing myself to a nearly snow-blind state of arousal.
When I finally slide all the way in, Lacey’s harsh intake of breath is punctuated by a strangled-sounding scream. She works her clit with her fingers and bucks her hips hard against me. She’s bouncing on the bed, and I wish like hell I could see her ass cheeks tighten beneath her. That’ll be for round two.
She drops both legs open, whimpers like a wounded animal, and then opens her mouth to cry out my name. “Fuck, Eagle.”
Her hand falls away from her pussy, and all I can feel are her walls clamping down on me. The pressure and the friction are going to be too much, and I wanna fuck her hard before I blow. So, as she’s coming, I rest my hands on her knees and thrust hard, deep, sliding through the heat and wet with such power, her tits bounce wildly with every movement. Up and back, in and out, I’m fucking her fast and furious. She’s writhing and screaming, clawing at her knees to hold herself wide for me.
Finally, I can’t hold back, and I blow, spilling so forcefully into the condom, I can’t believe I haven’t blown right through the tip.
My heart is pounding, and Lacey is flushed and sweating when I finally collapse on top of her. “Too heavy?” I ask.
“Show, not tell,” she mumbles, shaking her head and wrapping her arms around me. She holds me tightly to her, and I relax, trusting that she’ll shove me off and show me I’m hurting her before I actually do.
I close my eyes and let my heart thud wildly against her chest. I can feel her breasts squished beneath me. Can feel the heat of her body, the relaxed muscles, and the touch of her hands that seem to pull me closer.
I may not deserve this woman, but I’m here. And I’m going to make the most of every second. I know all too well how quickly a good thing can be gone.