Off Base

Hot. I’m so hot. Need more than my own hand. Nothing is working anymore.

Ke

“Yeah?” He swallowed hard. “Yes?”

She moved closer between his outstretched thighs, stroking her nails over his shaved head. It felt so damn good, he moaned. A moan cut off by what she said next. “You can look at my body.”

As if magnetized, his hungry gaze landed on her breasts and devoured. They weren’t good-girl breasts, the kind that girls of his recollection hid beneath white cardigans in church. Ke

“Ke

She surprised him by leaning in and kissing the corner of his mouth. “Nothing you do or say here will be embarrassing.”

Then she dropped to her knees. Beck’s cock surged against his fly with such intensity, his hands untangled themselves from his jacket with frantic movements so he could grip his aching length. He had no choice…would have done anything to ease the agonizing throb. His gaze shot to hers, dreading the judgment he’d find there as he squeezed and released. Stroked through his restricting pants. These uncontrollable urges of his had become too much. No matter how often he denied them, they never stopped, only gaining intensity. He witnessed no judgment on her face. Instead, he saw pleasure. Seduction. She liked watching him touch himself? Jesus…she did.

Beck found himself widening his thighs and leaning back on one elbow so she could watch. Just having her attention centered there was going to be enough to finish him. More. More. Just a little more. But before he could start that final ascent, she removed his hand, replacing it with her own. His elbow gave out and he fell back on the bed, thighs shaking, stomach clenching.

“Have you ever had a woman’s mouth here, Major?”

“No,” he croaked. “Please. I know I shouldn’t ask, but please. I’ll do anything.”

He forced himself to lift his head so he could watch her unfasten his belt, work his button, unzip his fly. The lessening of pressure wrenched a groan from his throat, but nothing on his earth would ever compare to seeing his stiff dick in her grip. The softness of a woman’s—no, not just a woman…Ke

“She missed out, didn’t she, sweetheart?” She looked up at him under heavy eyelids. “You’re going to make some woman very happy with this.”

Her pink tongue skated over the tip, and his hips jerked wildly on the bed. “Darlin’. Darlin’, please…I’m hurting. I’m hurting all over.” Jesus, he’d never called anyone darlin’ in his life and who the hell cared? He reached down and wound a fist in her hair because he couldn’t not use her as an anchor. “Is this okay?”

“Hold on tight,” she whispered, before sucking half of his erection into her mouth. Beck shouted the vilest of curses at the ceiling. Swore his life was coming to an end. Every ounce of feeling in his body raced to his already sensitive cock, swelling it inside the sweet heat of her mouth. That mouth, that mouth that was designed for si

“Your mouth. God, your mouth. You. Just you, Ke

Every last thought bled from his mind when she took him to the back of her throat. She beat him off with several quick strokes as she sucked back to the tip and his very consciousness wavered. Nothing had ever felt this unbelievable. Nothing. It didn’t seem real, yet it was the most tangible thing he’d ever experienced. Never stop. Never.

“Keep doing that. Suck, just suck it hard for me. The way I’ve been dreaming.” His fists tightened in her hair. “Please, Ke

Beck broke off with a roar as blinding pleasure ripped through his middle. He lost control of his body, hips pumping upward trying to wring every last glimmer of perfection from Ke

But the sweeping relief vanished when he became aware of her movements. She shifted in his lap, hands clenching and unclenching in the material of his shirt. “Now you, Ke

Her nod was jerky, gaze refusing to find his. “When we wake up, okay?”

Sleep? He couldn’t sleep knowing she was experiencing the same discomfort he’d been afflicted with. Not a chance. “No. I need you better.” Hoping he wasn’t going too far, Beck pushed her thighs open, wincing at her moan. “Oh God, please…let me take care of it. My hands, my mouth—”

“No,” she blurted, softening her refusal by rubbing circles onto his chest. “I’m not ready just yet, okay?”

She seemed ready to him—beyond ready—but he’d rather saw off his arm than push a woman toward anything she didn’t want. Even if the idea of leaving her wanting sort of felt like both arms had already been sawed clean off. Dammit, he should know what to do here. How to fix her. It hurt to swallow. “When we wake up?”

“Yes,” she breathed. He reclined back onto the mattress, taking her body with him. He swore there was no way in hell he’d fall asleep, but then, he’d never had Ke

Home. I’m finally home.

That was his last conscious thought before he fell asleep.

Chapter Three

Ke

Feeling irrationally restless, she pushed her helmet up and studied the half-completed sculpture sitting ten yards away on an elevated pedestal. Yesterday, the idea of finishing the piece of artwork that would be displayed in a local park had imbued her with a sense of accomplishment, but nothing was penetrating her preoccupied state of mind today. Not even Darla, who sat perched on the adjacent workbench tracing the spine of a thick book with a single finger. Probably Tolkien. Or something else that involved a Middle Earth-like setting.