If he weren’t about to fly to the other side of the country, he would have liked to take her to dinner, to find out why her apartment was only half furnished, to learn the story behind the bookcase filled with high heels in the living room.
If he were the kind of person who didn't have people depending on him, waiting for him to get this last tour off the ground, he’d like to stick around in this small Rhode Island town and learn all of Jo’s secrets. Not only what made her writhe and scream his name as she came apart on his cock, but what made her laugh, what made her smile.
With a glance at the clock on her nightstand and a quick calculation in his head, he reached for her, slotting her back against his chest. The plane wasn’t leaving for four hours. They could get another round in before they had to say goodbye and he’d still be at the airport with time to spare.
He nuzzled into the space between her chin and her shoulder, dragging his teeth down the line of her throat. She reached behind herself sleepily and combed her fingers into his hair, tugging.
“Good morning,” he murmured at her ear.
“I’m sleeping.” The restless rock of her hips against his erection begged to differ.
“Last night was fun.” He snaked his arm across her torso,tugged the sheet loose and cupped her breast.
“Feels like this morning’s about to be fun too.” She guided his hand between her legs.
He stroked her lightly and was rewarded with her soft, contented sigh and another tug on his hair. He liked her like this, her lipstick long since kissed off, dark smudges from her eye makeup under her eyes, the ghost of a bite mark—hisbite mark—where her shoulder met her neck. Soft and pliant in his arms, warm and wanting, all the bravado stripped away like the push-up bra he’d stripped off her the night before. He could lie there all day with his fingers between her legs, whisper light touches designed to drive her mad with need and yet provide no relief, watch as color rose in her cheeks and her nipples pebbled. Every inch of her primed and ready for him, begging for his touch.
A little whine caught in her throat. “Stop playing around and make me come.”
He tsked and nipped at her earlobe. “Be patient.” Sliding two fingers inside her, he pumped slowly as he pressed the heel of his hand to her clit. She circled her hips, chasing the friction he withheld. “I’ll get you there. Eventually.”
With a frustrated groan, she turned in his arms, pushing him back on the bed and straddling his hips. She gripped his cock, stroking him roughly. “I don’t like to wait.”
He grunted, pulling her hand away and flipping them so she was the one flat on her back. Pinning her hands to the bed beside her head, he hovered over her. The flared tip of his cock nudged at her swollen clit. “You come when I say you come,little menace.”
She pushed out her lower lip in an adorable pout, and he caught it between his teeth. It was so easy with her. Was it always so easy with someone new? It’d been so long that he couldn’t remember. But with Jo, it was like he could forget about all the things waiting for him outside her apartment, the pressures bombarding him from all sides. With her, the constant noise in his head dimmed. How did she turn down the volume while also making all the colors more vibrant?
Weren’t one-night stands supposed to be awkward? There was nothing awkward about the way she reached for him or how well their bodies fit together.
“Maybe I won’t let you come. Maybe I’ll tease you until it’s time for me to leave. Maybe you don’t get my cock today.”
She lifted her hips, but he held himself at bay. Her pupils were blown wide, her breath coming in fast pants that shook her breasts with each exhale. If this was the end of their limited time together, he wanted to savor every moment, memorize each reaction, each goosebump dotted across her skin. At last, she dropped her hips back to the bed, a resigned huff passing her kiss-swollen lips.
“Good girl,” he crooned as he lowered himself over her again. She beamed under his praise, and he slid his thick shaft through her folds, the flared ridge teasing at her clit.
He moved over her slowly, his mouth roving across her chest, nipping at the tips of her breasts, the soft undersides, peppering her skin with the marks of his affection. “I’ll take such good care of you,” he whispered between her breasts, “ifyou’re ready to follow directions.”
“Yes,” she panted, “please.”
He swirled his tongue around her furled nipple before releasing one of her hands. “Get a condom.”
She reached blindly towards her nightstand, fumbling for the box they’d left there the night before as he continued to tease her, working her ever so slowly towards her climax. If this was going to be the last one, he wanted her to feel it for days. To feelhim.
At last, triumphant, she held up the little foil packet. “Put it on me,” he commanded, releasing her other hand.
She held his gaze as she slid the latex over his length. “Bossy.”
He kissed the smirk from her lips, wanting to taste it. “You like it.” The condom in place, he thrust into her hand, then licked across her clavicle, up her throat, until he could speak directly into her ear. “Are you ready for me, little menace? Ready for my cock to stretch your perfect pussy?”
“Yes, Derek,” she whined.
She notched his tip at her entrance, but paused, letting him decide when he would thrust inside. He grinned. How quickly she’d learned what he liked, the ways he enjoyed being in control. How it drove him out of his goddamn mind when she played the brat—and how it made him even wilder for her when she surrendered to him.
Christ, the things he’d do to her if he had the time...
She offered her wrists to him again, inviting him to press her into the bed. No sooner had he pinned her down, then he snapped his hips forward, filling her in one smooth stroke. Shecried out, arching off the bed, and he gritted his teeth against the sudden heat, the tight clench of her around him.
“Fuck, you take me so well.”