Chapter 6
Chapter six
Trooper
It was supposed to be a brief kiss good-night. Shea was never needy like this. Ever. That butterfly on her windshield must have spooked her more than she was willing to admit.
I wanted her to know that she was safe with me. I wanted her to know I wouldn’t let that fucker lay a finger on her.
Then Shea gasped into my mouth. She shifted position, slotting my thigh between her legs. I could feel the hot press of her pussy through my jeans. The slow, careful tilt of her hips as she almost—but not quite—started to grind against me.
That kiss damned us both. We weren’t just friends anymore.
I skimmed my hands down Shea’s body and grabbed her ass, encouraging her to move. She sucked in a sharp breath, propping herself up to look at me. Slowly, she began to ride my thigh.
With grasping hands, heavy breathing, and the gradual swell of pleasure between us in the silvery moonlight, none of this felt real. It had to be a dream.
Shea’s hair spilled loose from the messy knot she’d slept in.
Her nipples were pebbled, clearly visible through the flimsy fabric of her tank top.
I kneaded and squeezed her ass, drawing a beautifully desperate sound from her throat.
Her shorts were so little—and so fucking wet—that I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Let me look at you,” I rasped, my eyes locked with hers.
Shea held my gaze, bracing her hands on my chest as she pushed herself into a sitting position, straddling me. When she shoved the duvet aside, it slumped to the floor and neither of us bothered to retrieve it. Stripping off her tank top, she tossed it aside.
“Fuck, Shea,” I breathed. “You’re gorgeous.”
I reached up, tracing the ink that mapped her torso.
The leaping panther amid a jungle of greenery with fiery eyes, curling around her ribs.
The dark moths that spanned one hip, and the crescent moon mirrored on her other hip.
The pair of lotus blossoms that wreathed her breasts, with a cascade of drifting blush-pink petals.
And the ivy that coiled through all of it like a thread, pulling it together.
When I cupped her tits, stroking and teasing her stiff nipples, Shea closed her eyes with a moan. Tilting her head back, she arched into my touch, gripping my wrists to keep me there.
My cock pulsed at the exquisite sight of her. I couldn’t resist bucking my hips up against her wet heat. Her shorts were a sticky mess, clinging to her pussy.
“I showed you mine,” Shea said, her voice pitched low. She tugged at my belt, palming at the ridge of my erection. “Now show me yours.”
I barely managed to get my belt unbuckled, before Shea grew impatient and unzipped my fly for me. Peeling my jeans down, she wrapped her fingers around my cock.
“Oh, you’re perfect,” she breathed, swirling her thumb beneath the crown until my eyes fluttered closed. She trailed one fingertip along my length, following the upward curve. “Not too girthy. Not too long. I bet that flared head will hit my G-spot like a dream.”
I couldn’t think straight. Shea continued her steady circles, around and around the head of my cock. Taking me higher and higher. Every muscle in my body clenched as my balls tightened, orgasm rising—rising—
She released her grip suddenly. My cock bobbed, untouched and neglected. I growled with frustration, dropping my head back against the couch. Shea laughed.
“Are you…fucking edging me right now?” I demanded, tinged with disbelief and turned on even more.
Her eyes twinkled. She cradled my balls, toying with them idly as she regarded me.
“Well, I have to make sure you want me so badly that you’re crazy with it.”
Her agile fingers curled around my cock again, gliding up and down with just enough pressure to keep me desperate for more, but not enough to come yet. Her dark blue nail polish caught the moonlight with a shimmer.
“Trust me, sweetheart, that’s not a problem,” I said.
Shea slipped her hand under the hem of my T-shirt, tonguing at my neck. She gave her wrist a deft little twist around my cock. I gritted my teeth, body bowing up into her grip with a guttural moan.
“Prove it,” she whispered in my ear.
Challenge accepted.
I shifted over Shea on the couch, pressing her back into the cushions. Stripping off her shorts, I slid two fingers into her soaked pussy with an easy glide.
Shea sighed and closed her eyes. I’d never seen her surrender like this. Allowing someone to take care of her for once without a fight. She was always so fiercely independent, determined to handle everything on her own. Relying on no one.
I dipped my head, licking a stripe between her tits. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I pinched it with my teeth. Her walls fluttered around my fingers, matching her quick, shallow breathing.
I curled, twisted, and stroked as Shea squirmed desperately. I swirled my tongue over one nipple, then the other. She dug her nails into my biceps with a burn that drove me wild.
“I’m so close,” Shea panted.
Just as her muscles began to tremble, and her orgasm was moments away—I pulled back. Shea huffed with frustration and slumped against the couch.
“Oh, you asshole,” she croaked.
I chuckled, smoothing my hands over her tattooed thighs.
“Couldn’t resist giving you a little taste of your own medicine.”
“Enough playing games,” Shea said. “If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I have a toy in my nightstand that will do the job.”
I hummed, amused at her throat.
“If you want to bring toys into our play time, I don’t mind. But if you put a vibrator in my hand and tell me to use it on you, there will be waterworks. So, plan accordingly.”
Shea’s eyes flickered wider for a split second.
“That’s a lot of talk for someone who hasn’t even made me come once yet.”
I hummed with amusement as I kissed her, then broke away and stripped off my shirt.
Shea busied herself with my jeans, working them down halfway, before I finally got rid of them.
Digging a condom from my pocket, I ripped open the foil with my teeth.
After rolling it on, I turned back to Shea again.
There wasn’t enough room on the couch to spread her open as much as I would like. Instead, I pressed her knees to her chest, guiding my cock through her pussy lips until my length was coated with her slickness. Locking my gaze with hers, I slowly eased in.
Shea sucked in a breath but she didn’t break eye contact. She gripped the back of my thighs, pulling me closer.
“Oh my God,” she said softly. “You really do fit perfectly.”
I smirked with another slow, deep thrust. My dog tags jingled quietly in the dark, swinging back and forth.
“You’re not thinking about your toys anymore, are you?”
“Don’t make me change my mind,” Shea warned in a teasing tone.
I buried my cock balls-deep, grinding my hips against her. She moaned, neck arched, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, barely more than a whisper. “To change your mind?”
She shook her head.
“Not in a million years.”
I liked the sound of that. The idea of spending forever with someone usually made me uneasy. Until death do we part was not in my vocabulary.
But with Shea…
With her, it felt right. It felt like heaven.
I couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t fuck her deep enough. Hooking Shea’s legs over my shoulders, I gripped her waist, driving into her again and again. Watching the pleasure cloud her eyes and melt the stress away.
She hooked her fingers into my dog tags and yanked me down to her. Our mouths crashed together in a sloppy, desperate kiss, devouring each other.
“Harder.” Shea grazed my lower lip with her teeth, an animalistic edge to her command. “Make me forget my own name.”
“On your stomach then,” I replied.
Shea rolled over, hugging a pillow to her chest. I trailed my knuckles down her spine, tracing the line of dragonfly wings. I followed the curve of her ass with an appreciative squeeze. Covering Shea’s body with mine, I pressed my lips to her neck as I thrust in again, filling her.
“Holy fuck,” she moaned, shuddering from head to toe. “God, that feels so good.”
Within seconds, we were a breathless, writhing mess.
Shea reached back and fisted her hand in my hair with a sharp tug.
I snapped my hips, driving into her like a man possessed.
The sweet sounds she made spurred me on even more.
And the grip of her velvety pussy sucking me deeper wiped all coherent thought from my mind, until my only thought was Shea, Shea, Shea.
She shattered with a wrecked sound, muffled into the couch. I sank my teeth into her shoulder, breathing her in, chasing my own release. She squirmed beneath me, pushing back to meet my thrusts.
I buried my face in Shea’s neck as I came, fighting to get one last stroke in before I sagged against her. Neither of us moved for a while, breathing hard, limp with satisfaction. I swept my palm down her side, mapping warm skin and ink.
Shea took my hand by the wrist and tugged my arm around her, shifting onto her side until we were spooning. My cock was still buried inside her for now, growing softer by the second. I wasn’t looking forward to slipping out of her, losing her heat.
“You know,” Shea said at last, breaking the silence. “You should have told me that you had a magic cock. We could have done this sooner.”
I laughed, squeezing her tighter against me.
“If those words ever left my mouth, you would have knocked my lights out for being an insufferable prick.”
She smiled, drawing absent patterns on my forearm.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
I nuzzled at Shea’s ear, slowly pulsing my hips into her sopping wet pussy. We were a sticky mess.
“I’d be willing to remind you in the future though,” I said.
She didn’t reply right away and a heartbeat of silence lingered in the air.
What would the future bring for us? Did she want to stay just friends? Or did this change things between us?
I didn’t have the answers, and it seemed Shea didn’t either. She retrieved the duvet from the floor and draped it around us. Then she nestled deeper into my embrace and sighed.
Within seconds, her breathing was steady and slow as she drifted off to sleep. I kissed her bare shoulder and closed my eyes, trying to commit everything about this moment to memory.
The future could wait until the morning.