15. Pit Stop #2
“Flynn!” Jackie’s hands go to her towel, which is precariously wrapped around her breasts.
“Is that my brother?” Rose shouts in her normal pitch.
“Yes, Rose.” I speak to the phone lying on the bed. “May I ask why you are screaming at Jackie on the phone?”
“I’m not screaming. I’m just helping a sister out with some clothing options.”
I step behind Jackie and wrap my arms around her middle, loving how it shifts her towel a bit lower. I nuzzle her neck, working my way down to her shoulder. She giggles.
“Ew. Gross, dude.” Rose makes gagging sounds. “Ugh. That’s my cue to hang up. I’ll see you in a few.” The screen goes blank.
“See you in a few?” I ask.
“Yeah. I called for clothing advice, and Rose thought a NASA work get-together complete with astronauts sounded like a bomb-ass good time.”
“Bomb-ass good time?” I move my hands down her sides and up under the towel.
“Rose’s words.” Her voice sounds slightly strangled.
“Hmmm.” I hum against her neck, tugging the towel to the floor.
Naked and damp from the shower, Jackie’s skin feels like liquid fire. Up and down, soft and hard, I drag my hands across her body. When I cup her breasts, she arches against me, grinding her ass into my crotch. My eyes roll back as my dick throbs against my jeans.
One hand plucks her nipple, while my other moves between her thighs, dipping into wetness.
“You okay?” I murmur.
“Hmm?”
I dip again. “Are you sore?”
“No. I... I’m okay.” Her arms reach back and grab my ass, showing me just how okay she is.
My chest rumbles in pleasure and I add a finger, stretching her, while my thumb circles her clit. Pressing up and grinding, Jackie starts making wild, desperate sounds.
I love this. Jackie undone.
“That’s right, darling. Let me hear you.” I pinch harder on her nipple and she jolts in my hold before stiffening. A deep moan wrenches from her throat.
After the final tremors leave, I slip my fingers from her and turn her body in my arms. Her eyes are half closed and she lays her head on my shoulder.
“Where are your glasses?”
“Nightstand.” Her voice breathless. “Why?”
I walk her back a step until her legs meet the bed. I lean her back, her damp hair spreading out on her white comforter, the sheen from the shower now a sheen of sweat from her orgasm. She looks like a pornographic angel and I fucking love it. “Don’t move.”
I grab her glasses from a stack of books that acts as a night stand and move back in front of her, hovering over her. Propping my weight on one fist, I place her glasses on her with the other. Then I push back up, admiring the view.
My genius, pornographic angel.
I rip off my clothes, pulling a condom from my pocket before kicking my jeans out of the way. Jackie starts to shift up on her elbows, but I stop her, repeating, “Don’t move.”
She licks her lips at my command and settles down on the mattress again.
I can feel my dick pulsating as I roll the condom on. No one has ever gotten me hard like this before. I bend down and grab her legs, one in each hand, pulling her until her ass meets the edge of the bed. I rest her ankles on my shoulders. The view only gets better.
I grunt as my first thrust hits deep inside her.
I have to bite down hard on my lip to keep from coming as I watch myself slide in and out of her, my cock slick from her wetness.
I glance at Jackie, her eyes framed by her glasses, hands fisting in the comforter, and I’m overcome with an urge to dominate.
“Touch yourself.”
And she does. My beautiful genius palms her breasts while they bounce from my pounding.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She does.
“Harder.”
She moans in response, whether from my command or the act, I don’t know. But it’s so fucking hot.
I reach down and lift her ass with my hands so I can hit deeper. After a few driving strokes Jackie’s head thrashes while her hands leave her breasts to pound on the mattress.
“Flynn!”
The sound of my name echoing in the room has me losing the rhythm, my thrusts slow then fast, then slow again until the chaos of the moment shatters with my orgasm and I grind my hips against hers until she follows me across the finish line.
Jackie
Flynn drops to his knees, my legs still perched on his shoulders. Sliding one hand from under my bottom, he glides it over my stomach and between my legs, where I can still feel the friction from him pounding into me.
“I’ve dirtied you up again.” One side of his mouth kicks up. “Sorry.”
I smile back. “No, you’re not.”
“No. I’m not.” He chuckles and reaches out his hands.
I put my hands in his and he pulls me up. My breasts bounce lightly in his face. He leans in and softly kisses each peak before standing and redressing.
I watch as he shifts his weight to tug up his pants, his muscles bunching and contracting with his movements.
Good God, the man is the living embodiment of one of the heroes on my romance novel covers. I chance a quick glance at the shelf where my collection rests. Please, don’t let him look over there.
I walk in the opposite direction over to my dresser and pull out some underwear and socks. There are new thongs on the floor from Rose’s shopping spree, but I’m not about to endure that torture again.
I try to avoid the mirror. Lord knows the state of my hair. I chance a glance and sigh. Definite sex hair. I pull it up and try to twist it into some kind of order. Fail.
At least I’m not wearing that sorry excuse for a dress. I’m not sure my co-workers would even recognize me if I’d shown up looking like a bed-headed prostitute.
“What’s with all the new clothes?” Flynn picks up a silk blouse from the floor, wrinkled from our recent exertion.
“Rose bought me a bunch of stuff yesterday.” I tug on my plain black cotton panties, trying not to be fazed by Flynn watching me dress.
“Rose bought all this?” A funny look passes over his face as he takes in the pile of clothes strewn about the room, all with the tags still on them. I’m too busy trying to situate my breasts in the cups of my bra while not looking like a complete idiot to analyze it.
“Yeah.”
Flynn sighs, tilting his head back at the ceiling. He stills. “Fuck, Jackie.” He looks at me and points up. “You do that?”
I’d almost forgotten about my personal galaxy. “Oh. Yeah.” My face heats. He must think I’m such a nerd.
“That’s awesome.”
I let out a breath. “Really?”
“Yeah. Really.” He shakes his head and smiles, the look from earlier gone.
Something comes over me at his look, making me want to share with him something no one else knows. “I… I want to be an astronaut.”
His eyebrows arch. “Really?”
I try tucking my wild hair behind my ears. “Um… yeah. I haven’t told anyone yet, but I’ve made it past the initial round of resumes and interviews.”
“That’s… wow, Jackie, that’s great.”
Though he sounds a bit stiff, relief courses through me. I don’t know why his opinion means so much, but it does.
“But isn’t it really dangerous? Being an astronaut?”
I pick up a jean skirt off the floor. I don’t think I’d be comfortable in a lot of what Rose bought me, especially in front of my co-workers, but a jean skirt seems like a nice, safe step up from my usual jean pants.
“Statistically, being an astronaut isn’t that dangerous.
Loggers, truckers and even farmers have higher fatality rates than astronauts.
” I shimmy the skirt up, pausing once I snap the top button when I realize how short it is.
Hmmmm. I’m thinking of asking Flynn his opinion, but one look at his eyes and I can see he’s in favor of the skirt.
“Plus NASA has come a long way since its cowboy days.”
Trying not to think of all the skin currently exposed on my legs, I grab my Converse off the floor at the end of the bed.
They’ve seen better days, I guess. The soles are still attached, but they’re worn smooth from use, and the white isn’t really white anymore.
Maybe Rose is right. Maybe I do dress like a high school boy.
I grab my boots from last night and start to slip them on. It’s a lot easier when I have socks on.
“Why don’t you wear your Chucks?” Flynn asks.
I jerk my head up. “You call them Chucks?”
“Of course. Who doesn’t?”
I think my face breaks with the expanse of my smile. “You really don’t mind if I wear sneakers?”
“Why would I mind? You look sexy as hell in your Chucks.”
Honestly, I feel my face crack.
“Plus I get to keep looking at those mile-long legs I just had propped up on my shoulders.”
“Oh.”
I stand there blinking until Flynn reaches over and pulls me in for a quick kiss.
“If I stay here and watch you shake your way into more clothes, we are never leaving this apartment.” Then he touches his nose to mine once before leaving me to get dressed. In a daze, I simply scan the room trying to sort out what new shirt I should wear when I see the clock on the nightstand.
Crap!
I’m late. And I’m never late.
But as I grab my Chucks off the floor, I just keep smiling.