Nuclear Heat (Firework Girls #4) (13 page)

The next morning, in the shadowy light of pre-dawn, I wake for a few seconds, aware of only two things. One, I’m happy. I’m indescribably, unworthily, helplessly, sky-over-the-moon happy. Two, Sam is doing something I’ve never seen her do. She’s sleeping in almost the same position we fell asleep in last night. She’s not throwing her arms and legs all over the place, tossing and turning like she usually does. This woman always sleeps like there’s something a bit restless inside of her. But not this time.

No.

Sam is tucked into my arms, her head nestled on my shoulder and one arm over my stomach. Her presence washes clean over me and my heart swells right out of my chest. I close my eyes and settle in deeper, drawing my arms more snugly around her beautiful, naked body. I fall back asleep with a smile on my face.

I’m destined to wake up with a smile on my face, too, thanks to Sam. This time—it must be an hour or so later based on the light in the room—Sam’s sitting up and straddling my thighs. She’s running her hands down my chest, then slowly lower to my stomach, then slowly lower to my...

“Ho there,” I say sleepily, my eyebrows raising.

She grins at me and my heart starts pumping. My cock’s already pumping. She gives me a devious look.

“What are you up to, missy?” I say, waking rapidly.

“The question is, what are
you
up to?” She’s already got the base of my hard cock in one hand, and is shimmying her gorgeous, naked body down my legs so she can lean over my shaft. Well, good
morn
ing.

I open my mouth to say something clever, but fuck if I know what it was because she just put her wet mouth over my head and somehow manages to suck on the tip in pulses as she takes me in deeper and deeper.

I drop my head to the pillow and exhale long and deep, rubbing my hand on her shoulder. She comes back up, again doing god-knows-what to make my rod feel like that.

It’s not that I’m exactly
surprised
that Sam knows what to do with the business end of my dick, but good
lord.

She cups and squeezes the tip of my cock with one hand, then gently lifts my sack with the other. “I—” Again, thought obliterated as she takes my balls into her warm, wet mouth. I open my legs a bit to give her more room to work. As a thank you, she works me up so well I don’t even know where I am. It’s only Sam sucking my balls, expertly working my shaft with her hands, licking and sucking my cock, back to taking my balls in her mouth, back to my dick. Oh, god, this woman is perfection.

She’s been taking me deep, but when I feel her open up and take me clear into the back of her throat, she damn near makes me shoot my load right then. This is a rare treat, let me tell you, because most girls find my length way too much to handle properly.

“Fuck, Sam.”

I look down and watch her gorgeous mouth working my shaft and it’s all I can do to keep it together. But her pretty little ass is sticking up in the air and I want it. And I mean now.

“Get up here, woman,” I say thickly.

My dick still in her mouth, she manages to look up at me and give me a devious grin. She brings her mouth up to the tip, deposits an extra amount of saliva, and slides back down so slick while sucking me firmly.

My head falls back on the pillow again and I angle my hips slightly toward her mouth. Damn. I know what she wants. She’s determined to make me come, but I know what I want too. I want my cock in that glorious pussy of hers this minute. When she comes back up to the head, I hook my hands under her biceps, pulling her firmly toward me. She grins at me again—god, she’s so damned sexy—and slowly starts crawling up my body.

“Whatever do you want?” she asks innocently, aiming herself right over my erect cock and wiggling her ass.

“Big tease,” I say and she grins. But I need her right now. She knows it, too. “Where the fuck are the condoms?” We cleaned out the supply in my wallet last night.

“Nightstand,” she says. I look over, grateful to see the drawer’s within reach. As I pull out the box, she’s back to stroking my cock with both of her hands. I tear open the package and start to put the condom on but she takes over, using one hand after another to roll it all the way down. She’s not just putting it on, she’s stroking me and squeezing me and threatening to send me into heaven.

My eyes rake over her. I take in her perfect breasts, the sexy curve of her stomach, the pink lips of her sex. Since she’s still straddling me, she’s hovering right above my thighs. When she’s done and starting to climb back up and into position, I grab her hips and bring her the rest of the way, slowly inserting my cock into her warm, tight pussy. I close my eyes and groan.

“Is that what you wanted?” she asks, starting to ride me slow and glorious.

“Fuck, yes.”

I open my eyes so I can watch her watching me. It goes straight to my heart. God, this woman. I run my hands down her beautiful breasts, her soft stomach, her sweet mound. I see my cock going in and out of her. I still can’t get over how deep she’s able to take me. I thrust up to meet her, but she’s controlling the rhythm and it’s driving me mad. I could climax any minute, but I hold out. Ladies first.

My hand is still just above her mound. I lower it and use one finger to tease her little bud. Her eyes flutter shut and her breasts heave. She tightens around my dick.
That’s right, darlin’.

I bring my finger to my tongue and taste her sweet juices as I deposit a generous dollop of saliva on the tip of my finger. I go back to her clit, slick as I rub her now. She throws her head back, arching her back. She’s breathing heavy and losing control. “Damn you, Jack,” she whispers, and I grin.

She glances at me, a sexy look of determination in her eyes. Still riding me, she shimmies her knees a little further apart so she can take me even deeper, then she slowly leans backwards until she’s resting her hands on the bed behind her. My cock tightens even more, and I can feel every ridge of her as she rubs against me, her tits in the air.

Fuck.
My breathing is ragged and I’m right there on the edge. I’ve never had to fight so hard to control myself like I’ve had to with her, and here I am again, ready to blow my wad first like an untrained teenager. But she’s so goddamned sexy and feels so incredible and I love her so fucking much she’s driving me wild.

I manage to keep it together though, as she rocks on me harder and faster now. She’s whimpering and groaning and clamping hard on my dick. Keeping one hand strumming her hard, engorged clit, my other hand roams everywhere I can: along her thigh, over her stomach, cupping and squeezing her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers.

She sits up then, her beautiful face flushed and full of ecstasy—I adore that look on her—and comes to me. Her chest presses against me and her mouth joins mine. I hold her tight, ramming my cock into her harder and faster now that my hips are unpinned. Again she whimpers, but I kiss her hard, diving deep and needing her. She’s kissing me urgently too.

Our mouths break apart. Her breaths are coming in jagged intervals, her chest is flushed hot, and her pussy is tight and pulsing. I know she’s almost there. As I start kissing and suckling her soft neck, I get a glimpse of her bare ass in the air. I smack it hard. Again, harder. She climaxes, gasping and convulsing over me, her pussy squeezing rhythmically. I continue to pump my cock into her, drawing her orgasm out as she whimpers again and again. Only when she starts to release and pant for breath do I let my body go. I press my hand against the small of her back, pressing her harder against me as I thrust into her furiously. All the pleasure I’ve been reigning in rushes to a high, hot peak. She gasps with pleasure and I shoot my load at last, every muscle in my body flexing and my forehead tucked down and pressed against her shoulder. As she orgasms, her pussy is contracting so hard, it feels like it’s sucking on me, determined to milk every last drop out of my cock.

God, she’s perfection. She blows the 1 to 10 scale clear out of the fucking water.

When it’s over and we’re panting weakly on the bed, I say, “That’s one way to wake me up.”

“I had to sneak attack you,” she says breathlessly, “before you made me all loopy again.”

“Huh?” I ask, giving her a dopey grin. I can’t help it.

“I had to prove I’m not
completely
useless in bed.”

“Darlin, if the other times were your version of useless, I am one lucky bastard.”

It’s past time for Sam to start getting ready for work, yet here we still are. I have a meeting with a client this morning, too. I have just enough time to dash home, take a quick shower, and get my tail to the coffee house.

I lean over Sam anyway, drinking in her smell and her kiss and her amazing body. She wraps her legs around my waist and I know I’m sunk. The only question is, do I text my client that I need to reschedule before or after I make Sam mine again? But it’s a big client and I really shouldn’t.

My hand goes to one of her ample breasts and squeezes. “Jack,” she breathes. My cock pulses hot at the sound of her saying my name. “Work,” she whispers.

I know she’s right. We have to stop. I groan, ducking my head down to the crook of her neck and sucking gently. God, she tastes good.

We hear the rattling of a lock and the front door open.

We jolt apart and look at one another for half a second. She scrambles that lovely, naked body out of bed, nearly getting caught up in the covers. I grin at her.

“Sam?” Ashley’s voice calls. Sam dashes toward her closet and I climb out of bed, bending down for my clothes. “Jack?” I realize my truck parked out front is a dead giveaway.

“Yo!” I answer. Sam glares at me as she disappears into the closet, but I can only grin back as I step into my briefs.

By the time Ashley makes an appearance at the bedroom door, I’ve hitched up my jeans. As she was coming down the hall, she was saying, “I put the peaches on the—” but when she sees me she halts, wide-eyed.

“Hey Ashley, babe,” I say, buttoning the top button and zipping the zipper.

She blinks at me as I pick up my shirt and pull it on. Sam comes out of the closet wearing her black, silk robe and looking flustered. It’s cute as hell.

“I have a meeting,” I say, approaching Ashley, who’s still blinking at me, speechless. “I gotta run.” I give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Uh, bye,” she says, glancing at Sam.

I turn to Sam, who’s gathered some composure and is trying to play it cool. “As for you.” I grab her around the waist, snake my other hand into the back of her hair, and plant a kiss full on the mouth.

She makes a little sound of protest and her fist goes to my chest, like she’s going to push me away. Half a heartbeat later, she softens in my arms and lets me hold her close. God, I love making this woman melt, even though I know it’s against her will.

Oh hell, who am I kidding?
Especially
because it’s against her will.

I pull back and she sways a bit. I hold her by her upper arms so she can catch her balance.
Score one for the Jack-meister.

When I cast around for my shoes, I notice Ashley gaping at us, her mouth a big “O.” My shoes are by the closet—I don’t even remember taking them off—so I hop over and pick them up. This gives me a chance to pass Sam on my way out. I give her a grin and a firm slap on the ass. She jumps and scowls at me. “See you later, sexy. Bye, Ashley.”