Jagger's Moves (5 page)

She tossed her head from side to side not understanding what he was demanding. The only thing she could do was drive her nails into the hard wall of muscle in his back and dig her heels deeper into the perfection of his ass.

"Lexie, please, baby. Give over, give it all to me."

"What? What do you want?" How could he mange to talk when all her brain cells melted with the thrust of his heavy cock?

"Come for me, Lexa. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you squeeze hard on my cock while you flood me with your honey." The rough timber of his voice let her know he wasn't as unaffected as she believed.

"Ty," she pleaded with him though she didn't know what for. No orgasm had ever felt this big, this demanding.

"I want it all, Lexie." Before the words left his mouth, Tyler dropped one hand to slid between their sweat glued bodies and pinched her swollen clit. "Come for me…now!"

The demand, his rough touch, the erotic feel of his balls slapping her ass, all combined to send her over the edge she'd feared from the beginning.

He leaned over and kissed her, swallowing her wail of release. The orgasm raced through her body, a tsunami destroying everything in its wake while infusing her pleasure so great, black spots danced before her eyes.

Tyler dropped her head on a hoarse shout as a heated jet shot deep inside her. They stayed locked together, their panting breaths, and pounding hearts the only noises in the shadowed quiet room.

Rough hands sank into her hair and tilted her head until warm lips covered hers. Tyler sipped then ate at her mouth, licking with soft sweeps then greedy gulps until she didn't know what the hell was going on. Everything in her limited experience told her he should have rolled off her, slapped her on the ass, and fallen asleep. Well, walked to bed then crashed so she could just as politely sneak out and avoid the whole awkward after scene.

Instead, Tyler's beast of an erection, which, minutes ago, had softened inside her, now grew harder and longer the more they kissed and touched.

How could he do that? Was it normal? Had she somehow broken or fixed him? Shit, she mentally bitch slapped herself.
I write freaking erotica for a living and I know nothing about the reality of men’s cocks.

Tyler lifted his lips from her. Their still heaving lungs pressed their sweaty chests against each other as her heart raced and her head spun. No way did he possibly think she could do
that
again. Lexie didn't care if it made her sound like some swooning eighteenth century virgin. She sure as shit felt like one. No one and she literally meant no one, had ever rocked her world until she lost track of everything except the man inside her.

Hazel eyes, tinged with green and gold, frowned down at her. "You're thinking again, Lexie. I must not have done a good enough job the first time." He sent a wicked knowing smile down at her. "But have no fear, I'll keep trying until I get it right." Each final word he spoke punctuated with a thrust of his now hard cock.

"No," she protested weakly as her legs fell from around his waist along with her arms. All the strength drained out of her body and he wanted to keep going? What the hell did the Navy feed these men? Oysters laced with Spanish fly sprinkled with Viagra? "I'm good. No thinking, no thoughts, no brain function whatsoever."

"If you can speak, then you can think." He pulled out slightly before easily sliding back in. "Now that we've both come, you'll take me so much smoother. Shit, I love the feel of my cum, slick inside you. It fucking turns me on to slide through my own cum and to know it's mixed with your sweet honey? Fuck, you'll be lucky to walk by the time my cock finally goes down."

"Oh, shit."

Tyler shot her a naughty grin before pulling out. Lexie wanted to curse when a whimper escaped her lips at the loss of him.

"Oh, don't worry, baby, I'm not going anywhere. Just getting settled in for a good long hard fuck. You're so wet and slick I'll be able to really go deep inside you."

With those confident and somewhat terrifying words, he flipped her over until her stomach pressed into the hard surface of the desk. His moves were so smooth Lexa knew she should be worried about the amount of practice it took to get it right. At least, she'd worry about it later when his finger wasn't pressed against the tight hole of her ass.

She sucked in her breath at the forbidden touch. "Ty," she protested even as a dark arousal swept through her.

"I'm not fucking this hole tonight," he promised in a dark voice as he ran a finger through their combined juices only to press the lubed digit deep in her ass. "Tonight I just want to play, to get you used to the feeling and idea of a cock in your ass. Damn, baby, you are so fucking tight." As he spoke, his still wet dick slid along the tender lips of her pussy.

"I didn't say yes," she protested while tilting her hips back.

He leaned down licked a long sensual line up her neck before whispering in her ear, "But you haven't said no, either." He nipped the sensitive lobe then sucked it into the wet heat of his mouth.

Again, Lexie forced herself to bite back a moan as he stuffed her pussy full of his swollen cock. If asked, she would have sworn her nerve endings were dead, had packed their bags, moved on, and were no longer functioning, but one thrust of Tyler's wide dick and she was ready to go again.

Finally giving in to Tyler and her inner slut, she lifted her ass to take him deeper. Sensing her unspoken submission he kicked her legs apart while working his shaft in. When every hard inch of him was buried in the damp clenching depths of her body, Lexie rocked back. She couldn't help the instinctive movement. He filled her so deeply at this angle. Every thrust of his cock slid the rounded head over the bundle of nerves that made her want to sing Tyler's praises while worshipping his perfect dick.

The sensation of helplessness surged through her, feeding her arousal even as she fought against it. Her body softened allowing his domination as he rose above her, riding her body for his own pleasure. Taking her roughly, deeply, using her in whatever position he wanted.

Even as her brain rejected the submission, her body opened and accepted every unspoken direction Tyler demanded. With her breasts smooshed bare and flat against the desk, her ass in the air, and her dress hiked around her waist, Lexie should feel anything, but sexy. But she did. With every grunt, hard shove, deep thrust, Lexie had never felt more beautiful or more desired.

When the hard tip of Tyler's wet finger sank deep, past the tight muscles of her ass, she screamed out her pleasure. A second finger joined the first, causing her to buck against the hard pressure of his body. "Ty," she heard herself wail in a plea or demand.

"Your pretty pussy sucks me right in, baby. Your ass is so perfect, so ready to be fucked by my cock. You'll look so beautiful with my dick rammed deep in your tight hole." The words came out rushed, panting as his movements remained fluid and even. He slammed in and out, never stopping, never slowing down and never removing those damn teasing fingers shoved as far as they could go in her ass.

Tired of waiting, of being played with, Lexie chose to give a little back to the man tormenting her in the most erotic way possible. Taking a gulping breath, she clamped down on the fingers and cock filling her.

Ty's rhythm faltered, and his hips went back to pumping deep, his fingers scissoring inside her. "Do that again, and I'll add a third finger to your tight little hole." As threats went, Lexie didn't find that one too intimidating. After all, he had threatened to shove his cock there, and that was way bigger than two or three fingers.

"Just fuck me, Ty." Her fingers scrambled for purchase against the hard surface until she finally grasped the edges and simply held on. Her hair tumbled loose around her shoulders as he possessed her body.

"Ah, baby, all you had to do was ask." She felt the press of heated lips against her back before Tyler settled in for a hard fuck.

He plunged in and out, the wet sounds of their flesh meeting and parting filling the otherwise quiet room. His talented fingers keeping track of his cock's every movement and following perfectly.

"Yes, yes, yes. More Ty, please, need more," she pleaded while hanging on to the desk until she lost the feeling in her fingers.

"Always," he growled out in a low and dangerous voice. "Always and forever, Lexie. You're mine."

The sensations and his words were too much, and her eyes slammed shut. She screamed as she came while Tyler growled low, her name a mantra falling from his gasping lips, his movements desperate until she once more felt the hot splash of his cum coating her cunt.

She didn't noticed when his fingers slid from her ass, but she whimpered in protest the moment his shaft softened and started to slip from her body.

"Hush, baby," Tyler whispered against her cheek. "I'm putting you to bed, then grabbing something to clean us both up and then we'll talk."

The man wanted to talk? Wasn't that supposed to be her line? The only thing Lexie wanted to talk about was how soon could they do it all over again?

A couple of quick swipes with his talented hands left her naked and barely standing on wobbly legs. Tyler swung her into his muscled arms then gently lowered her to the waiting bed. She grumbled when the soft expensive sheets chilled her heated flesh, but soon settled into a happy cocoon when the blanket was pulled over her shoulders.

"Be right back, Lexie." A soft kiss pressed against her lips. "Then we are going to talk, baby."

"Mmm," she mumbled back, not in the least bit worried about his unspoken threat. The man was a teddy bear underneath all that bravado. Well, a teddy bear hung like a horse.

The absurd thought made her snort with suppressed laughter until sleep swept up and pulled her under.

Chapter Five

Jagger stared down at the woman sleeping in his arms and wondered why the hell he wasn't running for the door. Dagger's text woke him up a few hours ago and not knowing how to respond, he simply tossed the phone down. The damn bastard wanted details to ensure his teammate didn’t need extraction.

He reminded himself to land a couple of punches on Trip’s way too pretty face. His partner in crime must have spilled the beans as soon as he saw the rest of the team.

A quick glance back at the phone assured him it was still on. Though he would have loved to shut the damn thing off and retreat into a world built for two, Jagger knew a call could come in any minute, sending him back into action. Most days, he loved the thrill of the unknown, never knowing where he'd end up or even how the team would get there.

The older he got, the less glamorous and adventurous the mission's grew. Maybe his mom was right, and it really was time to think of his future. Oh, he'd always be a Navy man, but sneaking into places under the cover of night where one mistake could cost him his life lost appeal after a while.

Or maybe Lexa had woken the desire for hearth and home in him. Long locks of silky sable hair trailed across his chest while soft breaths tickled the sensitive skin of his neck. Could he really be thinking of a tomorrow with this woman? The girl he'd thought of as a pseudo sister most of his life? There sure as hell had been nothing fraternal about stuffing her full of his cock last night and three more times before he left her to sleep.

They'd never had the talk he'd insisted upon, but Lexa looked so sweet and tired Jagger chose to let her sleep since he caused her to lose so much of it. Part of him wanted to apologize, but the idiot alpha male in him wanted to pound his chest and preen in pride. His woman was exhausted because he'd made her so.

Now, as sunlight spilled through the small crack in the curtains, Jagger wondered how he could convince the love of his life to give him—give them—a shot. He knew most marriages within the Teams didn't make it. Mostly due to the women being blinded to the realities of real life with a SEAL. Lexa wasn't like that. She knew and understood him in a way most females never would.

He shouldn’t know that, not after spending so little time with her, but every moment they spend together combined with her understanding looks led to a rock solid conviction in his gut. Lexa saw past his SEALs label into the man he was beyond his military service. Granted, he’d be a SEAL until the day he died, but Jagger sure as fuck didn’t want a woman with him just because she liked the
idea
of fucking a military man with his kind of training.

This woman, his woman, saw Tyler the man first and Jagger the solider second. He’d found exactly what he’d never known he’d been searching for. And now he was terrified of losing her. He may not have recognized her at first, but his gut told him exactly who she was to him and what she’d mean to his future.

"If you think any harder you're brains going to explode and leak out your ears." Her husky low morning voice caused his half-hard shaft to rapidly rise. Jagger desperately wanted to shake some sense into his damn dick, but doubted a stern talking to would render any different results. More than likely, he'd end up jacking off like a horny hormone-ridden teenager.

Shoving thoughts of his rogue cock into the back of his mind, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Damn, she smelled so sweet, a combination of sex, woman, and him. He loved his scent covering her, marking her like a damn knuckle-dragging caveman would, except, in this instance, it was his cock not his knuckles dragging the ground, or so the picture went in his mind.

"You sleep okay?" Jagger managed to clear his through enough to ask.

"Mmmhmm, very good. What about you?" She stretched her rounded curves until the sheet dropped below her rosy full breasts and all the blood drained straight south of his border. The tenting sheet proved his lack of immunity to her voluptuous charms.

"I may be brain dead by the time we leave this room. All my blood seems to head in one direction whenever you're around." As confessions went, he didn't think his sounded too apologetic, but how could he when presented with such eye candy?