Wildcard (5 page)

She slid her lips the length of his shaft again and nibbled a trail of little kisses along the underside down toward his balls. Cupping them in gentle hands, she giggled as his cock jerked and his hand tightened in her hair.

He was close. She could feel it in the tension of his body and hear it in the shortness of his breath. But that didn’t mean she intended to stop. Oh no, she wanted to carry on and see if she could make him lose that iron control. He caressed her cheek and pushed some of the hair from her face with an almost needy look.

“Don’t stop…” It could almost pass for a beg if he didn’t look so lucid. He braced himself on the top of a table nearby and put most of his body weight on it to support his knees that threatened to buckle on him.

She didn’t intend to stop. Smoothing her hands up his thighs, she took him as deep as she could, alternating soft suckling with swirling her tongue around the sensitive head. In the back of her mind, she wondered how long he’d be able to take this. Not long, unless she was way off base. Closing her eyes, she worked his cock, ignoring his groans and the tremors that ran through him in favor of concentrating on her task.

He slapped the wall with his palms as she continued. With a grunt he reached down and hooked her under the arms, lifted her up to her feet and then off them, wrapping her legs around him.

“You, me, bed. Now.”

The look in his eyes was dark as he carried her across the room. He dropped her on the bed and fell with her. She bounced a little, but managed to keep her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Not getting away so easy, Mikey.” She looked at him through her hair, a seductive grin twisting her lips.

“Who said anything about getting away?”

He tore off her pants and slid to kneel between her spread thighs. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as his warm breath fanned over the inside of her thighs.
Was he? Oh God, she hoped so.

A soft moan of need echoed around the room. It took Jasmine a moment to realize it was from her. Then none of that mattered as he flicked his tongue over her. The first brush parted the lips of her pussy, an exploratory sweep that almost brought her hips off the bed, and the second zeroed in on her clit. She gasped as his warm mouth closed over her. Heat and then chills worked their way through her body as he kissed then licked her aching clit.

“Don’t…stop,” she gasped as he shifted position, and she slid her hands into his hair in a silent command for him to carry on. If anyone had asked how she saw her night going several hours ago, she’d have complained about watching her friends get hammered. This was a deviation from the norm and one she could get used to.

Instantly she put that thought from her mind. This wasn’t for keeps. It was just sex. He was scratching an itch. After all what did she, years older and divorced, have to offer him?

Well, duh…sex maybe,
the little voice in her head reminded her and Jasmine had to agree. Sex, tonight, was all she had to offer. For the moment, it would have to be enough.

His tongue swirled around her clit again and she shuddered, feeling every tiny move he made. His hands smoothed up the insides of her thighs, parting them further to give him better access. When he parted her lips with gentle fingers and blew over her clit, Jasmine stopped breathing. She was going to come here and now, she was sure of it.

He slid a finger deep inside her and she lost the ability to think. He brushed the inside of her pussy with a soft, slow sweep of his finger. In and out, in and out, in a sensual, practiced move designed to drive her up the wall. Then he brought his tongue into play, lapping over her clit at the same time. Her hips jerked as a moan was torn from her lips. Grabbing a pillow, she buried her head under it. When he shifted her legs so they rested over his broad, muscular shoulders she didn’t argue even though the move left her wide open for his hot gaze and hotter touch. A flush burned her cheeks under the pillow but she didn’t care. She had to get more of this, more of him. Her toes curled as he continued to play at her pussy with his finger, teasing her with a preview of what was to come.

How was he having this effect on her? She’d had sex before but never as raw or visceral as this. It was like the first time again. Every sensation was so strong and powerful it was like new. Sure, she’d enjoyed sex before, but nothing had prepared her for this kind of intensity.

What made this any different than before? The randomness of the encounter? She peered over the edge of the fluffy pillow. His head moved between her parted legs, rocking slowly up and down and side-to-side as his tongue played at her clit like a circus performer. She bit into the pillow and groaned again as her pussy quivered to his touch.

“Now,” she demanded, the restlessness in her core radiating out. No more needed to be said. She just couldn’t wait anymore and he had to realize by now that she was ready.

He stood and grabbed her hips to pull her to the edge of the bed. Biting her lip, she watched in anticipation as he brushed her wet folds with the tip of his cock. He pushed and they both sighed as her body gave. He sank deep inside her in one long, slow movement. Her legs wrapped around his lean hips as he pulled back. Just a little bit, and then slowly started to move.

Her fingers reached for the disheveled sheets, her arms outstretched to grab handfuls of the sheet to brace herself. He wasn’t giving everything to her. The tension in his body warned he was holding himself back, being gentle with her. The unexpected care melted her heart even as it sent her blood pressure through the roof. She wanted more, now that she was here. She wanted all that power she could feel wound up tight in his hard body.

She looked up at him and shivered. Those marble abs and pecs just made her drool and want to rub herself over him cat-like. He had a tattoo on his arm just above the tan of a sleeve line. A unit tattoo by the looks of it. She didn’t think too much on it. He was in the military. She knew that and she didn’t need to know any more about what he did.

He rolled his hips, teasing her with a soft grin on his face.

“More,” she demanded again in her best bedroom voice then fought back a yelp when he pushed deeper inside her. She rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts and moaned as pleasure spiraled through her system. It wasn’t enough though; he was still holding out on her.

“All of it. Give it all to me.” He looked deep into her eyes, as though assessing her. Jasmine gritted her teeth in frustration. “Dammit Mikey, I won’t break. Just fuck me already!”

He nodded and, with a hard movement of his hips, rammed his cock all the way inside her. Waves of pleasure flowed through her. Her back arched as she gasped for air. He literally stole her breath away, her entire body quivering as she struggled to get her wits about her.

Who cared if it was just for this one night, she had him now and it was all that mattered. How he’d fallen into her lap she wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t going to complain either.

“Oh, that’s good. Harder.”

Her voice was a husky demand as she reached up to run her hands over the bare skin of his chest. Cheekily she tweaked one of his nipples, giggling when he gasped in shock and looked down at her. She’d surprised him. Good.
Something to be said for a little experience.

Following orders, he thrust deeper and harder, increasing the tempo until his hips drove against hers with enough force to rock the bed beneath them. She groaned and arched her back, rocking her hips against him. A light coat of sweat built on their bodies. Finally she was starting to feel less like a phone sex operator and more like a porn star. She half groaned, half giggled at the thought as he slammed into her again.

A steady swell of tension built between her thighs. Even her ex-husband hadn’t been able to work her like this. He was playing her like an instrument. He knew every note to hit, every chord. So maybe he excelled at having sex…he was certainly experienced despite his age. Whatever, now she was getting the best sex she’d ever had.

The coil of tension between her thighs grew tighter and tighter until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but react and go with him. Her hips rolled to match his, trying to eek every last bit of sensation as his hips slammed against hers. God, this felt good. She’d forgotten how great sex could feel…

She could feel his body tightening up, like a viper coiling to strike. His grip on her hips hardened, his abs and thighs like iron as he thrust into her. Even his jaw was clenched, a muscle at the corner twitching as his nostrils flared. He was close to release; she could feel the potential radiating from him. Arching her back, she groaned as he slipped just a little deeper inside her.

Everything melted away as her climax drew closer. His movements slowed. Jasmine whimpered as he fucked her in slow, determined strokes. She could feel every inch of him inside her. Just a little more…she was almost at the edge. He grunted deeply and slammed into her a last time. His body stiffened as his cock jerked deep within her.

The feeling of his body pulsing within hers threw her over the edge and into the storm below, crying out his name she fell, her body going up in flames. Pleasure exploded through her like a tidal wave hitting the shore. He collapsed over her as his cock jerked and pulsed, filling her with his hot seed. She shivered softly and wrapped her arms around him. Her hands smoothed down his back as she closed her eyes and tucked her face into the curve of his neck.

For a moment, she just lay there letting the waves of pleasure ebb and flow through her body until they were reduced to small, pleasurable aftershocks. She didn’t move, savoring the feeling of being held. Of being loved, if only for a night. It had been so long…not sex, she’d gotten that with Julian, but it had been all about him. All about his pleasure and not hers. He certainly hadn’t wrapped her in his arms after and just held her as they recovered.

Michael looked at her through half lidded eyes as he pulled her toward him, his actions almost possessive. No, he didn’t feel any ownership over her. How could he? This was just a one-time thing. She was just another notch in his bedpost.

She trembled under him. Automatically he rolled, bringing her with him and wrapping her in his arms. He smoothed his hands down her naked back as she nestled against his chest. She fit against him perfectly, her curves an exact match against his lean, battle-hardened body. Michael sighed, feeling content and at peace for the first time in months.

“That…definitely hit the spot…” he said, his voice a little huskier than usual. “Normally when I do this, it’s relatively impersonal. More like business, I guess. This was different though…”

He took her hand in his own and caressed it softly with his thumb. He didn’t know how or why things had gone so differently versus all the other times, but it was nice. He wasn’t starting to actually develop any kind of feelings for her, was he? Maybe he wasn’t, maybe he was. But he knew it didn’t matter. It was definitely a great night and come morning, he’d be gone.

She glanced up at him and he brushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face. Sure, she was a few years older than him and had gone through a divorce, but in a way, they weren’t all that different. He knew what it was like to lose someone close to him. Maybe that was part of why he empathized with her.

It was definitely why he tried not to dwell on kind of connection or emotional tie. Why he tried to keep it impersonal. He was doing that now, emotionally separating himself. This meant nothing. Not really. So why did he want to tell her he was sorry? Explain that he was trying to protect her when he knew in reality he was protecting himself more.

“Hit the spot?” she asked, her sleepy voice teasing. “Charmer. You’ve sure got a way with words.”

She yawned, trying to hide it with her hand. Used to erratic schedules and less sleep, Michael smothered his grin and shifted their position on the bed, pulling the covers up around her. Her cheek resting against his chest, she fit just right against him. Like she was meant to be there. Dropping a kiss on the top of her head, he lay back and closed his eyes.

Sleep came quickly. Far more quickly than Michael, used to nightmares and disturbed sleep, was used to. Several hours later, his cell phone rang. A light sleeper, he snapped awake and reached over to answer.

“Hu-hello?” He spoke hoarsely, blinking sleep from his eyes.

“Sergeant Thrivener?” He recognized the voice, his unit CO. Within a heartbeat, he was wide awake, adrenalin coursing through his veins. A call this time of night could only mean one thing. Instead of leaving her in the morning, he was going now.

“Yeah…speaking.”

He kept his voice low as he slipped out from under the covers and padded lightly to the bathroom. Snapping the light on, he closed the door so his voice wouldn’t wake Jasmine.

“Sergeant. We need you to come to the barracks immediately. A mission’s come up. A special mission.”

What the hell?
They never just pulled this out of thin air. There were rules and so on. This wasn’t how it worked. “Uh, sir… What kind of mission?”

“Can’t say, you’ll need to come in. You have an hour.”

The line went dead. He glanced down at his phone as the screen went blank. He leaned out into the room and stared at Jasmine sleeping for a long moment. Frustration simmered in his chest.

Just when he’d found something for himself, some quiet little corner of the world where he could have something for himself for one freaking night. Just twelve hours, that’s all he’d wanted. The chance to wake up beside her, and make love to her slowly as the sun rose. One phone call and poof, it was gone. He sighed inwardly as he walked across the dark room on silent feet and pulled his clothes on.

Sitting in the chair for a long moment after he pulled his boots on, he watched her sleep. Memorizing every curve, every detail, every little thing that made her who she was. Standing, he snatched up the hotel notepad and the pen to leave her a note and his phone number. His real number, not the pay and go cell number. He wasn’t pulling that trick on her. Not on his beautiful, giving Wildcard.

Only the pen didn’t work. Frustration boiled over as his hand curled around it. On impulse, he wanted to throw it, but that would have woken her up and he didn’t want to disturb the little rest she’d get.
Liar, you don’t want to explain why you’re leaving. Or where you’re going. Or the fact you may not make it back.
Would she care though?

Still she no doubt had to work in the morning; he thought as he ignored the unsettling thoughts. Then realized he had no idea what she did. He’d been so intent on getting her into bed he hadn’t learned that much about her past her name and the fact she was divorced and hence available.