S.O.S. Perk (S.O.S. #6)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Perk couldn’t believe he’d finally gotten the green light from Sloane. He’d known their chemistry was undeniable, but because of her past—her fucking ex-husband—she was usually so far into her own head that she’d back off, refusing to be her true self.

At the moment, thank God, those things weren’t a problem.

Sloane had actually jumped him in the diner parking lot, taking what she’d wanted from him for as long as she needed it. Or at least until she’d remembered they were in a public place.

The tamping down of his normal alpha tendencies hadn’t been tough for Perk; letting Sloane have control. He was head over heels for the woman and trusted her implicitly. Whatever worked for Sloane, worked for him. And when she’d eventually acquiesced in that clinch, to a silent give and take, Perk knew he was making significant inroads into the years’ long journey of misgivings that had been thrust upon her by a douchebag.

That Sloane had eventually relaxed enough to let Perk take over completely, here in her car, said a lot about how far she’d come. Gazing down at her now where she’d submitted to a little high-handed commandeering, Perk knew it had been a conscious decision on her part to let him have his way, and he wasn’t going to screw it up.

“You’re okay with this?” he asked rhetorically, still anxious to give her an out if she changed her mind.

“Less talk, more action,” she huffed up at him.

Yeah . He might be on top, but Sloane would still call a lot of the shots.

“Not a problem,” he replied, and taking a chance, he gathered both her hands in one of his and lifted them above her head. Balancing on that pivot point, and his knees, he delved back under her sweater with his free hand, this time lifting it so he could get his first look at Sloane’s upper body without its protective covering.

He didn’t have words. She was ripped all over, yet soft in all the right places. A total wet dream.

Perk reverently pulled down the lacy, sea-green cups that were cradling her breasts.

And… Her tits were magnificent.

Showcased above her muscled ribcage, they sat up firm and high, and centered perfectly atop them were two pretty pink nipples, prominent like sweet berries waiting to be plucked. Or sucked.

He’d oblige with both.

Cupping one ripe peach with his palm, he lowered his mouth to the other and kissed its peak. Sloane’s body quivered beneath him, and her hips raised, seemingly desperate to make contact with his.

His cock twitched. If she kept it up, his control would be in danger of derailing. He couldn’t have that.

Perk immediately stopped what he was doing, and leaving her bra lowered, he tugged her sweater back down, taking a deep breath. “This isn’t going to work.”

Sloane blinked up at him, then frowned. But before she could deliver the tirade he could see building, Perk clarified.

“I mean , we need to take turns,” he explained with a raspy growl. “I…can’t think straight if you’re doing that shit to me.” He wiggled his pelvis into hers and got a gasp for his troubles. “So how about this? I’ll worship your body while you stay still, then you can have at it with me.”

It was a bold plan. Sloane had already shown him so much faith, just letting him be perched where he was. Now he was asking her to cede control for an indeterminate amount of time before she could reciprocate.

“You want me to…submit?” she squeaked, her brows moving together.

“Not submit, so much as relax,” Perk countered. “Listen. I want to explore every inch of you, Sloane, but I must be closer to having a high-school brain than I figured. Every time you so much as brush against me, I’m ready to detonate.” Perk was as honest as he could be, and it looked like Sloane instantly understood.

“You’re sporting a hair trigger.”

“Got it in one,” he grimaced, reaching to adjust his dick in the confines of his jeans.

Sloane’s face took on a sexy, contemplative cast, and she finally let go of the breath he didn’t know she’d been holding. “Let me get this straight,” she said. “You’re going to…do what you want to me, then once you’re finished, I have the green light to have my wicked way with you?”

“I like the sound of ‘wicked’,” he chuckled tightly, knowing she’d be blowing his mind in a bit. “And yes. That’s the deal. What do you think?”

Her body softened beneath him. “Have at it.” Her eyes sparkled, filled with raw anticipation.

Perk wasted no time. He let go of her raised hands, but…

“Keep them right there,” he ordered. “And no topping from the bottom.”

Sloane looked like she was about to get cheeky with him, but instead she bit that gloriously pink lower lip and somehow—with a head full of duress he could only imagine—she managed to keep mum.

That’s when Perk knew.

Sloane was his.

All his.

He’d never loved a woman before, but he didn’t need that experience to understand that love was exactly what he was feeling. Freaking love . Like in the movies. Like in books. He’d always thought it was an overblown myth; doubting it could be real. But now he realized he simply hadn’t met the right woman.

And that woman was Sloane.

The words “I love you” almost escaped from his mouth, but not wanting to scare the crap out of her, he swallowed them back. First, he’d worship her body. Then, when the time was right, he’d declare his feelings.

Nodding to himself at his decision, Perk sat back on Sloane’s legs with new purpose. Now this wasn’t just about satisfying them both physically. This was about showing Sloane that they had a unique and far-reaching connection; something that went way beyond a lustful hook-up.

Reaching for the hem of her sweater, Perk proceeded with agonizing slowness to lift it an inch at a time; leaning down to brush his lips over each bit of silky skin as it was revealed.

Sloane squirmed beneath him, but when he raised his eyes to meet hers, she stopped her wriggling and instead, rolled her orbs in response while somehow managing not to sass him.

Perk hid his grin. He knew what that cost her, and she’d get her reward.

Finally raising the sweater to the point where the underside of her breasts were again revealed, Perk dipped his head to run his tongue slowly across the crease beneath one, then the other.

Sloane’s breathing hitched, but he was just getting started.

Taking his time, Perk used the textured material from her sweater to rub aggressively across the nipples he’d earlier uncovered. Sloane’s deep moan hit his ears like mined gold.

She liked things a little rough. Good to know.

It was time to up his offensive.

Without warning, he whipped her sweater up and off, then quickly did away with her bra. As pretty as the scrap of material was, it was no longer necessary. Once the offending clothing was gone, Perk filled both palms with soft flesh, squeezing ever so slightly while Sloane’s breath came in short rasps.

“Beautiful,” he told her, unable to keep his awe to himself. He moved one hand away, and leaning over, he sucked a tender bud into his mouth, laving it with attention until Sloane’s heartbeat beneath his cheek increased to a point where…

He sat up. There was no way he was letting her orgasm yet.

“Let’s see what else you have for me,” Perk growled.

He slid back, and when he reached for her zipper he brushed over her belly-button. Her abdomen suddenly went concave.

“Ahh. Ticklish?” he asked with a grin.

She nodded, keeping to his request for silence.

“I’ll be careful,” he said. He didn’t want this to devolve into a giggle-fest.

Carefully, he popped the button on her jeans, then lowered the zipper.

He ran one finger across the front of the foam-green panties she had on that matched her bra. “Very pretty.” He scooted back even further and lowered his head to inhale her luscious scent.

Sloane groaned, and her hips twitched upward a scant centimeter.

“Uh, uh,” he sparked up at her. “Don’t make me spank you.”

Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t break her silence to ream him a new one. Did that mean Sloane would be on board with a little friendly cheek-reddening? It was something Perk would love to explore with her. But not now. Right now, his mission was to give her one mind-blowing orgasm that would leave her boneless for the rest of the day.

He moved his weight off her legs, scooting to the side and going to one knee in the wheel well. Thank God for the massive amount of room in a ’65 Pontiac. Perk couldn’t imagine doing this in a newer vehicle; even his F150.

“Lift,” he commanded, taking hold of her jeans and panties when she complied. With one tug he had them down Sloane’s legs to stop when they met her footwear. But that was of no consequence. She was now as naked as he needed her to be; a feast for his eyes and his tongue.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he growled, climbing back across her thighs. The red hair at her apex, neatly trimmed, had his mouth watering. He’d never seen a prettier, more elegantly framed pussy. He touched it. Soft.

There was a rustling behind him, and he turned, chuckling to see Sloane toeing off her sneakers before ridding herself of the restrictive, bunched up clothing.

Clearly, she wanted to get completely comfortable. He should have thought of that. Maybe she’d want to lose her socks, too.

“If you—”

His words were cut off when Sloane’s legs came up from behind and wrapped around Perks’ shoulders. With one strong heave—and before Perk could figure out exactly what was happening—Sloane flipped him to his back.

“What the…?”

As the words tried to leave his mouth, Sloane somehow managed to extricate the rest of herself, and scrambling up, gained the dominant position. Her face was flushed and her breasts were heaving with every excited breath she took as she perched triumphantly atop him.

Perk was struck dumb. He couldn’t move if his life depended on it.

“Enough bullshit,” she finally told him, her voice low and sexy as hell. “I want your cock inside me, now.”

Perk looked up at her and couldn’t help himself. Totally blindsided, he laughed. And laughed.

Sloane scowled. “I’m not sure I like that,” she said, appearing confused and conflicted.

When Perk managed to catch his breath, he groaned and put his hands on her lovely, muscled hips. “I just wondered how long it would take before you couldn’t stand being passive any longer.” He chortled again.

Her eyes narrowed. “So…you planned that?”

“Hell, no,” he allowed, wiping the amused tears from his eyes. “I was ready to worship your body for as long as it took and make you see stars, Sloane. But part of me figured there might be a ticking clock.”

She immediately regained her aplomb.

“Tick-tock,” she snickered from above him. “It’s fuck-o-clock.”

Perk didn’t disagree, and this time it was his zipper being lowered. One hand rested on his bare midriff while the other took advantage of the quickly unfastened placket to reach in and grab his cock.

Perk hissed. Sloane’s hand was cold on his heated flesh, and the contrast had his balls drawing up tightly, reminding him it was December, and they were making out in a car that was cooling down fast

“Should we, uh, bring this inside?” he rasped. Perk had come to the cottage early and had not only turned on the heat, but had banked a fire in the fieldstone fireplace.

“Uh, uh. There’s only one thing I’m bringing inside,” Sloane told him with deliberateness as she inched forward over him on her knees. She notched the head of his dick to her pussy, and began lowering.

“Ah! Condom,” Perk managed to hiss.

“I’m on birth control,” she replied with a look of pure ecstasy on her face as she rotated and squeezed around his tip. “And I’m clean.”

“Me, too,” Perk managed, because…damn. He’d never done the deed bareback before, and the nerve endings in the cap of his prick were responding by doing a spontaneous happy dance.

“Mmm. I like that,” Sloane moaned as his cock pulsated, still barely inside her.

“Then get on with it, woman,” he groaned, “or I’ll have you on your back again.”

“You could try,” she teased breathlessly as she slowly lowered.

Nope. He couldn’t. Because there wasn’t a bone in his body that was responding right now. Not unless you counted the one that was currently seeking heaven.

Sloane sighed loudly as eventually their pelvic bones met. She leaned forward and slid her hands beneath his shirt, finding and playing with his ridged abs as she began moving up and down his cock, languidly. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly.

Perk craved a closer connection; something more explosive. He needed his fingers all over her and his mouth filled with her flesh as he edged toward what he knew was going to be an epic climax.

Grabbing onto one of her hips as well as her opposite shoulder, he pulled Sloane down, palming her ass while sucking her left tit into his mouth at the same time.

She keened, tweaking his nipple in response, while gushing an unexpected amount of excitement around his turgid cock.

That did it.

Perk thrust up, losing his ever-loving mind; almost out of control with how hard he was driving into her. But did Sloane back off? Hell no . She rode him hard; taking every inch while crying out for more.

Perk knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and he needed Sloane to find her completion fast. He reached down between her legs and zeroed in on the clit he’d earlier meant to suck, but this time he pinched it, hard, and… Yes !

Sloane came apart above him.

Her pussy clenched around him as she screamed his name, and Perk couldn’t have stopped his own orgasm if he tried. The base of his spine lit on fire. His balls rucked up. His penis hardened to the point of near pain, then…

Tiny explosions went off behind Perk’s eyes as he emptied into Sloane, pumping over and over and over again; almost an orgasm without end.

Sloane eventually collapsed onto his chest, clearly as wrung out as he was, and when Perk was finally able to breathe again, the first words out of his mouth were…

“What the hell, Sloane? I might have just died a little.”

She laughed, low and contented, not moving her cheek from his chest. “I know. Where the fuck did that come from?”

“I’m not sure.” Perk shook his head, stroking her short hair with both hands and relishing its softness.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she raised her head to gaze at him. By the look on her face, Perk knew he was, once again, about to get the sassy Sloane.

“What do you say? You want to go for a second round and see if the first was an anomaly?”

“I sure do,” he told her with a chuckle. “And not just once. I say we need to experiment for as many times as it takes.”

“Mmm,” she replied. “I like that.” Her hips moved a fraction of an inch, but she didn’t budge from her prone position.

When she snuggled into him even a little closer, he figured she was still recovering from round one. But when his hands automatically slipped to her ass—

“Shit Sloane. Your tail end is like ice. We need to take the rest of our exploration inside.”

She lifted her gaze to his, and her eyes immediately filled with renewed and undisguised lust.

“You have the best ideas.”