Long Gone Girl (10 page)

Ginny pressed her mouth to his and kissed
him. His lips slid gently in perfect counterpoint to hers, his
tongue tasting her back, a soft velvet glide in her mouth. Moaning,
weak at the knees with wanting, she slid her hands across Jett’s
damp, rock-hard chest, then upwards to clutch at his shoulders and
neck, reveling in the feel of his hot skin against her own chilled
body. She shivered, heat coursing through her from her fingertips
to her toes and everywhere that Jett’s hands skimmed over her
body.

As the slow, languorous kisses continued,
Jett worked at the buttons of her blouse then slid the wet garment
off her shoulders, down over her arms until the sodden cotton fell
unheeded to the floor. His mouth traced the outline of her jaw,
then down her neck, and along the line of collar bone, tasting her
with hot, open-mouthed kisses before returning to claim her lips
again. And then at last his large, warm hands cupped her breasts,
his thumbs tracing light circles over the hard aching points of her
nipples through the wet cotton and lace of her brassiere. Taunting
her, sending spasms of pleasure straight to her throbbing pussy.
Driving her wild.

But she wanted more from him. She wanted his
hands on her bare skin. “Take it off, touch me,” she moaned, then
kissed him again, still desperate for the taste and feel of him in
her mouth.

He groaned and managed to pull his mouth
away long enough to murmur roughly against her lips. “Whatever you
want, ma’am.” He deftly flicked the clasp of her bra open, then
eased the shoulder straps and cups away exposing her eager flesh to
the cool air and his heated gaze. Her nipples puckered further.

“Sweet Jesus, they’re perfect…” His voice
was husky and low as he gently cupped her freed breasts in his
hands. “No, you’re perfect.” With a growl of appreciation, he
lowered his head and covered one nipple with his mouth, drawing it
in with deep, pulling sucks while his fingers expertly caressed the
other nipple, plucking and squeezing it gently until she could
barely stand.

Oh God, it felt like heaven. Moist warmth
welled between her heavy, aching folds and she squeezed her thighs
together to ease the insistent pressure. Her panties must be well
and truly soaked by her arousal.

She suddenly wanted out of them. And she
wanted Jett’s clothes gone as well. She unfastened her wet Capri
pants with desperate fingers and as she started to push them down,
Jett skated his hands down her body, then knelt to help her shimmy
out of the clinging fabric. When he rose to nuzzle and tease her
breasts again, she frantically pulled at the buttons on his jeans.
Jett groaned and pushed his rigid length into her questing hands.
He had to be in agony.

“I want you,” she murmured, tracing his
shape through the wet cotton of his boxers. “All of you against
me.”

“Same.” Growling with undisguised
impatience, Jett released the last few buttons of his fly then in
one swift movement, tugged off both his jeans and boxer shorts.

Dear Lord. Ginny’s eyes widened at the
glorious sight of his fully engorged cock. And he was
that
hard—just for her. She reached out, wrapped a hand around his
throbbing length and stroked him. Used her thumb to smear a droplet
of pre-cum around and over the silky smooth head. She had never
gone down on a man before, not even her husband. She’d wanted to,
but for some unknown reason, in the few times she and Charlie had
managed to be together, he’d discouraged her. But then it was
difficult to do much of anything in a single cot inside a canvas
army tent with a war going on around them.

Ginny bit her lip, and wondered if Jett
would let her. She didn’t think he was the kind of guy who
wouldn’t
like a blow job.

Jett groaned and stilled her hand. “That
feels so damn good, but if you do that for even half a minute
longer, I’m going to lose it. And I don’t want to just yet.”

“Are you sure?” she whispered, her stomach
suddenly all a-jangle with nervous excitement. “I mean…I could…”
She swallowed and met his gaze. “I want you in my mouth.”

***

Holy shit.

Jett swiped his hand down his face, his mind
awhirl as he contemplated what Ginny had just blatantly proposed to
do. Even though lust throbbed hot and heavy through his painfully
engorged cock, he just couldn’t let someone as fine as Ginny do
that for him when it was their first time.

Or could he? Standing in front of him in
nothing but her white lacy panties, her full breasts with their
pale pink nipples jutting provocatively toward him, he suddenly
couldn’t think of anything hotter than Ginny taking him into her
sweet, sweet mouth.

He caught her chin and trapped her gaze.
“I’ll make you a deal. You can go down on me if I can do the same
for you.”

Her cheeks grew red but she didn’t look
away. “All right…but I should probably let you know that I haven’t
done this before.” Her tongue swiped nervously at her lower lip and
she offered a shy smile. “You might not get the deal you bargained
for, that’s all.”

What the hell
? She’d never given
anyone a blow job before, not even her husband—but she wanted to
give him one? “You must be kidding,” he said before he could stop
himself. Ginny dropped her gaze and her blush deepened. Jett’s
heart lurched. She wasn’t kidding and he’d hurt her feelings.

“Shit, Ginny. I’m sorry for saying such a
dumb ass thing. I just assumed that having been married—”

“No. It’s okay, Jett.” Ginny sighed then sat
down on the edge of the bed. Her back was as stiff as a ramrod and
she dropped her gaze to her pretty pink toes curling into the rug.
“This night… It’s not like me to do something…like this…I wanted to
try something new and a little wild, but if you’d rather not…”

Crap and double crap. Way to go,
Kelly
. He’d completely destroyed Ginny’s fragile confidence.
Killed the whole mood. He dropped to his knees before her and
clasped her hands between his, then kissed her fingertips. “Ginny,
forgive me. Of course I’d love you to go down on me. I just didn’t
think that you would want to.”

“Or that I was that kind of girl?” She
smiled a little and looked into his eyes again. “I guess we’re both
about to find out if I am.”

Thank God
. She wasn’t going to kick
him out. Worse still, tell him that she never wanted to see him
again. Jett released a shaky breath and his heart started beating
again. “So…”

Ginny’s smile grew a little wider. Cheekier.
She patted the mattress. “Sit here, Captain Kelly. Let Nurse Ginny
ease your pain.”

Jett grinned back, amazed and unbelievably
turned on by Ginny’s sexy banter. “Yes, ma’am.” He sat on the bed
and Ginny slid to the floor, between his thighs. Her hand encircled
him and she moistened her lips. His cock throbbed in earnest again.
“You realize I may come pretty quickly,” he warned. His voice was
little more than a whispered groan.

Ginny began sliding her fist up and down
while she cupped and stroked his aching balls with the other hand.
“That would be the plan.” And then she took him in her warm, sweet
mouth and suckled the slick head of his weeping cock.

Christ that felt good
. Jett threw his
head back, bracing himself on locked arms against the onslaught of
sensations; hot, wet suction up and down along his shaft, the
tickle of Ginny’s tongue licking along the sensitive underside and
around the crown. More sliding suction. For a novice, she was
fucking amazing. The pressure began to build inside him and he was
torn between the overwhelming desire to hold Ginny’s head down
while he pumped himself into her and the urge to pull away.
“Ginny…Oh God, I’m going to—” Too late. A groan ripped from his
throat as his balls contracted and he bucked, his come erupting
into her mouth.

Ginny held on and swallowed everything he
poured into her. His orgasm seemed to last forever. When at last he
stopped spending, she lifted her head and knelt back on her heels.
She was smiling; her lips glistened with moisture—his come and her
saliva. He’d never seen anything so Goddamned sexy in his life. He
knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was hard again.

“How was that?” she asked. Her voice was a
throaty purr.

Jett laughed and hoisted her up and then
laid her down on the bed. Covered her delectable body with his and
kissed her. “Fan-fucking-tastic. I’ve never felt better in my
life.”

Ginny smiled softly and stroked his jaw.
“Good. I’m pleased that you enjoyed my… ministrations.”

“As you are about to enjoy mine.” Jett
kissed her mouth again, then the sweet-as-honeysuckle scented curve
of her neck before he eased himself to her side. Propping himself
on one elbow he looked his fill of her luscious curves and long
slender legs as he skimmed his other hand over her breasts, then
down her torso until he reached the waist band of her panties.
Through the wet cotton, he could see the shadow of her pubic hair.
He bet she was strawberry blonde there too. His mouth began to
water at the thought of tasting her slick pussy. “These panties are
going to have to go.”

Oh boy
. Jett’s
fingers were curled into the lacy waistband of her cotton panties
and there was no doubt in Ginny’s mind that her fly-boy was on a
mission to please.

She wasn’t about to stop him either. Her
lower belly quivering in anticipation, she lifted her hips a little
to help Jett remove the last of her soaked through, practically
transparent underwear. A foolish grin seemed to be plastered on her
face, but she couldn’t help it. It seemed like forever that she’d
secretly fantasized about being with Jett. And now it was really
happening, it was better than she’d ever dared dream.

And it seemed Jett was undeniably aroused by
her also. As he tossed her panties onto the floor, she could see
his cock was already starting to grow hard again. Even more
gratifying than that impressive sight was the knowledge that she
had made him lose control. Her first ever attempt at a blow job
might not have been perfect, but it had undoubtedly been satisfying
enough for the redoubtable Captain Kelly. If he’d been standing
when he’d come, she might have even brought him to his knees. The
idea was absurdly, unexpectedly thrilling.

By the intent expression on Jett’s face as
his gaze wandered over her body, she suspected they were only just
getting started. She’d never felt more like a desirable woman in
her life.

It would be a night she would never
forget.

“I love seeing you smile.” Jett leaned down
and kissed her mouth, his tongue exploring her so thoroughly her
toes curled and her head spun. When he pulled away, his eyes were a
deep blazing blue. “And I’m about to make sure you keep on
smiling.”

Oh God, yes
. Ginny moaned softly as
Jett began to lick and nibble his way down her neck until he
reached one of her breasts. Then he began another merciless assault
on her senses as he alternately suckled, then lightly flicked his
tongue over her puckered nipple. Moisture flooded her pussy again.
She’d never been so wet with aching need.

She speared her fingers into Jett’s spiky
black hair and stirred restlessly beneath his mouth, arching
herself toward his other hand that was brushing slow lazy circles
over her ribs, then across her belly to the damp curls between her
thighs, but not quite low enough to touch her where she needed him
most. It was a maddening, teasing, assured touch, that was
obviously intended to drive her crazy.

A frustrated mewl escaped her and she
grasped Jett’s wrist, pushing him toward her clitoris. “Didn’t we
have a deal?” she gasped. “If I get any wetter, you’ll drown.”

Jett chuckled against her breast, then
lifted his head and tossed her a wicked grin. “Don’t worry. I
promise to deliver. I just wanted to make sure that you want me as
badly as I want you.”

Ginny snorted. “Well if you would just touch
me, you’d soon see—” Jett slid one long finger between her folds
and her brain switched off.
Holy hell
. Nerves endings
ignited and sparks exploded behind her closed eyelids.

“God, you
are
wet, Ginny. Fuck that’s
hot.” While Jett spoke, his finger slid up and down, up and down
along her slippery folds, then around and around her throbbing
clit.
He
thought it was hot. She was just about combusting
beneath his touch. Her legs parted of their own volition and she
arched into his hand. Her inner passage trembled. “Oh yes…” she
panted. “That’s it…”

Maddeningly, he stopped and she mewled in
protest again. “Please…”

“I have to taste you.” His voice was a low
growl and in the next instant, his mouth was on her and his fingers
inside her.

“Oh, fuck.” The profanity escaped Ginny’s
mouth without conscious thought. A small part of her mind
registered that she probably should care, but right now, with Jett
alternately suckling then circling her clitoris with his tongue,
whilst his fingers stroked deeply inside her, she just didn’t give
a damn. Heaven was fast approaching like a freight train and all
she could do was grip the quilt beneath her and hold on.