Hot Nights, page 6
“Damn, siren. You’re killing me.” He pulls back for a moment, watching as my body bounces with every thrust of his hips. The light smattering of chest hair scrapes along my nipples, heightening the fever within me even more.
“Talon, shit, I’m so close.” I can feel the sensation take hold, the ripple pulling me under, and he must feel it, too. He pulls out, and when he slides back in, he does a swivel and grind at the same time. My head tips back, and a long powerful moan tumbles from my lips.
“Eyes, Kels. Want your eyes on me when you come for me the first time.” He continues a steady pace. Talon’s body is a work of art, muscles flexing with every movement.
“Okay. I want to feel you come inside me.” My words are choppy, my orgasm taking hold of me, and I have a hard time keeping my eyes open.
“Fuck, yeah. Feel me, siren. You have me, all of me.” My center clamps down on his length. He stutters in his movements, and we’re coming, together. How that’s possible, I have no idea. The moment we share is indescribable, one I will never forget.
“Are you okay?” I ask once I've come down from my high. Talon’s holding me up, a good thing since I’m boneless. That’s not what has me worried. I know he’d never do anything to hurt either one of us. It’s his head in the crook of my shoulder and the way he’s breathing me in that I’m trying to decipher.
“Never better. Got my woman in my arms, my cock inside her, and just came harder than ever. I’m going to wash us, then I’m going to hold you all fucking night.” I run my hands up and down his back. He may not realize it yet, but his plans sound like the perfect type of evening I want, forever.
12
TALON
“Fuck, yeah, ride my cock, siren. Nice and slow.” I woke up to Kelsey’s hand around my dick, sliding slowly with each downward and upward stroke. The minute my eyes opened, I saw her sweet face and felt her naked curves pressed against my body. The moment my hand snaked between her thighs, wetness coated the tips of my fingers. Kelsey didn’t want to let go of my dick, and I had no problem getting her off until I couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t like when I took my hand away, yet once I planted her on my length, her complaints turned into heavy breathing and soft panting.
“Talon.” Damn, how I love the way she says my name, hot and needy. Kelsey’s hands move behind her, meeting the tops of my thighs. I watch as she lifts herself up before sliding down, grinding on my dick. My hands cup the undersides of her tits. They're just like I knew they’d be—big, full, and more than a handful. I’d love nothing more than to wrap my mouth around her nipples. This position makes it damn impossible, but next time, all bets are off.
“Christ, the way your cunt feels, Kels.” My words send a ripple effect across her body. I watch as goose bumps pebble along her fevered flesh. She’s close, and I’m right behind her. As bad as it is to rush this when we both love the slow morning pace, Kels has work today and so do I. The only difference in my schedule is that it’s flexible as long as there's no charter scheduled.
“So close. I’m so close.” She doesn’t have to say a word. I’m watching as Kelsey falls apart on top of me. I use my thumbs and pointer fingers to pinch her berry-tipped nipples. Her head falls back on her shoulders, and the ends of her hair slide along my legs, adding another sensation I wasn’t expecting. I plant my feet on the mattress for leverage. There’s no more holding back. We’re both too damn close to the edge, and I’m ready to watch Kelsey come for me. Again.
“Fuck, get there, siren.” She loses her will to keep going. No damn problem. The second she drops on top of me, my hands find her hips, gripping them tightly enough she’ll more than likely have faint bruises, and I fuck my cum into her body the second she falls apart.
“Talon.” Her voice is muffled in my ear. Fuck me, the way she’s still clamped down on my dick makes it near impossible to pull out of her.
“Yeah, Kelsey. Feelin’ the same damn way.” She lifts her head away from my neck, licking her lips, and I slide my hand to the back of her neck. She must know what I’m after, because she dips her head, and I take her lips with mine. My siren lets out a low mewl, and our kiss becomes heated, a tendency that seems to happen whenever we're near one another.
“I’m leaking.” My cock slides out of her center, leaving a trail of our combined cum. Last night when Kels let me know she was on birth control, I made sure she was okay with going bare, and once we both agreed, it was game fucking on.
“Not bothering me in the least.” Her face lifts away, nose scrunched up. “Go take care of yourself. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
“Ugh, I wish. I’ve got to get home and ready for work.” She climbs out of bed, naked, thighs soaked, and I’m having a hard time not pulling her back in here with me. Instead, I keep my hands to myself as she walks into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door behind her as she takes care of herself.
“You should stay home today. Yesterday was a lot, and your damn phone still isn’t working,” I say loudly enough for Kels to hear me.
“I can’t,” she replies. Not even thirty seconds later, she’s standing near the door. “Do you mind?” She grabs a shirt of mine that was folded on top of my dresser, holding it up. I shake my head. Next thing you know, she’s going after a pair of my boxers, too. Her clothes from last night are still in the bathroom, a soggy wet mess. I’ll have to deal with them later. For now, they can wait until Kelsey elaborates on her statement. I’m sitting on the bed, watching the entire show as she shimmies and shakes to get dressed. My cock would be hard as a rock if it weren't so damn worn out. Three times we’ve had sex in less than twelve hours, and he’s tapping out. Between the shower sex, me taking her from behind in the middle of the night, and then this morning with her riding me, I’m not sure I’ll be much help when it comes to work today.
“And why can’t you?” I’ve been trying to work on her phone, but nothing is helping. I’m pretty sure a new phone is in her future.
“I’m still the new kid on the street. Calling out within the first month over my own stupidity wouldn’t be very smart.”
“Fine, then take my phone in case of an emergency. I’ll be at the marina anyways and won’t be out on the water.” It was worth a shot; I should have known she’d turn me down.
“Absolutely not. I have an office phone. My drive is literally five minutes up the road. I’ll take it in after work and go from there.” She got dressed entirely too damn fast.
“Fine, let me grab a pair of shorts, and I’ll walk you home.” This is one round I’ll win. She can roll her eyes all she wants; there’s no way my woman is walking anywhere alone when I’m with her.
“Fine. Hopefully, my parents are out and about today.” I don’t tell her it’s highly unlikely or that I like the fact she’s wearing my clothes home. When I’m the one standing there naked, it’s Kelsey’s eyes that glaze with pleasure. Fuck, being away from her today is going to be damn impossible.
13
KELSEY
“Hold on, Kar, I’m almost out of the building.” It’s been a few days since everything went down. True to my word, I went to the cell phone store after work. Surprise, surprise, apparently, my phone was toast, something to do with the internal doohickey. I really have no idea. All I know was my insurance covered it and I walked out of the building with a new phone. The first person I called was Talon. I put him on speakerphone while we talked, sent a text to the group chat with my parents, and gave them an update.
“No problem.” My online bestie lives three hours behind me in California. It makes for some tricky maneuvering on when we can catch up. While I was in classes at college, we’d stay up late and chit chat. Now that I have a big girl job, we’ve found our groove at a different time. My lunch break happens when she’s starting her day, so we chat while I’ll eat what I brought, and she’ll prepare her breakfast.
“Alright, I’m here and it’s quiet now.” Marine Research and Rescue has picnic tables set up near the water where we can enjoy the weather. And today, I could really use the reprieve. Last night, there was a call for a turtle to be picked up. She’s heavily pregnant, and her shell has a huge gash, an injury a boat propellor would cause. The boater left the poor thing, as if you can’t feel a leatherback turtle of this size. She’s easily two-three hundred pounds and three feet long. It was a kayaker who called Fish and Wildlife, and my boss put a crew together at the last minute to bring momma turtle here. Sadly, I wasn’t on the call list. I’d have liked to help, but damn this being a newbie business. Dad keeps telling me these things take time, but my patience is having no part of the sitting back and waiting game. I want to have my feet on the ground running, so to speak. That isn’t how things work around here, and through an online forum I’m in, I learned it is the same at other places. It really makes me second-guess my occupation. Maybe my professors were right, and this isn’t one of those long-term career paths. As it is right now, we’re state funded, I’m making a little over minimum wage, and I feel like I’m more help at Captain T’s than I am here.
“Is everything okay?” Karol asks. I call her Kar; others call her Karo. They all fit. I can hear the toaster going off in the background. Today must be avocado or peanut butter toast. She’s big on eating a healthy breakfast.
“Yes, no, maybe.” I’m going to keep this brief. Kar’s text earlier was about us having a chat about paint. While I paint oyster shells for trinket holders, she paints rocks. Painting is the hobby we have in common. It’s also how we met each other. A social media group brought us together. One thing led to another, she messaged me, and we’ve been talking ever since. We’ve been friends for years now. One day, I’ll either get out to California, or I’ll get her to Florida.
“Babe, tell me what’s going on. Paint can wait.” Gah, this is why I love her.
“Okay, personal life, chef’s freaking kiss. Talon is all that and more. The O’s are out of this world, and the way he treats me is out of a romance novel. I can see this being the long game. Marriage, kids, the whole shebang.” I take a sip of water, trying to calm down my nerves. The last thing I need is to let my emotions get the best of me and go back inside looking like a beet-red tomato. This little character trait passed down from my mom is awesome, I tell you.
“I’m so happy for you, Kels, really happy for you. I know you’ve had your eyes on Talon for a while, and I’m glad the grumpy old man got his shit together.” I swear she is my number-one cheerleader. “Now, tell me what has you so gloomy.”
“I’m having college degree remorse.” My sandwich sits on top of the picnic table, as well as my fruit and chips. All of it is currently mocking me, saying eat me. Except my stomach is revolting. When I was put with my mentor today to help with the injured turtle, she delegated me to another area, saying I was too green to help. Well, no shit, Sherlock. How does she expect me to gain more experience? Needless to say, today has sucked.
“Damn, babe, that sucks. I know you’re at work, so if you can’t talk right now, I totally get it.” I look around. There’s no one around, thankfully.
“I’m good for now, but if I quiet down really quickly, we’ll switch to paint. Which, by the way, that gold color is fabulous and will look so amazing outlined for my next batch.” This is what Kar and I do. Our conversations veer off path, and we talk about two different subjects at a time. And when we’re messaging, it’s ten times worse.
“Gotcha. I’m putting you on speakerphone while I eat.” Oh, how I wish I were at Talon’s house and able do the same. My parents are taking it exceptionally well that I’ve spent every night at his place, only coming home to change before work. Funny how neither wanted me to move out on my own, yet staying with Talon is completely okay.
“You’re good. Well, you know how I went through my internship and did quite literally the shittiest jobs possible? Well, I’m doing even worse here. My mentor hates me. I’m getting nowhere fast. I mean, it’s been a month. I’m sure I could do more besides clean and enter data.” God, I feel better saying that out loud. I’ve kept that in for the past few weeks. A job that I thought would give me purpose is making me realize I’d be better off volunteering instead of getting paid to do what I did in college. Plain and simple, this shit sucks.
“Okay, well, let’s pivot. Obviously, you’re struggling, and it's only hump day. You have two more days and I can tell from your voice this is tearing you apart.” Kar is my voice of reason. I should have called and talked to her about this a week ago. Staying quiet has done nothing good for me.
“Yeah, more than I care to admit.” My hand reaches for the container of watermelon, I pop the lid off, and grab a bite to eat.
“I can tell. So, quitting would look bad, but your mental health means more. What about going part-time, pick up extra hours at Captain T’s, and get off your butt and sell your oyster shell trinkets!” She’s been on me over this for a while. I’ve shipped her a couple, given them as gifts, and still, there’s a stack in my bedroom ready for their next owner.
“Fine, I’ll think about it. Because yes, you’re right. On everything,” I concede, taking a bite of watermelon.
“I’m not trying to be. I only want you to succeed, and, babe, you deserve more than the ulcer you’re giving yourself with worry.” Kar’s right, which means I’ve got a lot of thinking to do, and soon.
“You said what I needed to hear. Thank you. Now, enough about me. Tell me all the things. How’s life? Are you dating anyone? Are you painting today?” She goes through the list of items I brought up, and we spend the rest of my lunch break catching up. And at the end of the call, I’ve figured out what I’m going to do. All that’s left is to put pen to paper.
14
TALON
“My very own version of Little Red Riding Hood,” I say quietly into the bedroom. When I walked into the house, it was quiet, almost too quiet, as in Kelsey wasn’t here like she told me she would be. Her bag and shoes in the living room told me another story. I moved through the house until I made it here. There Kels lies, asleep, with no sign of waking up. Hell, the covers aren’t even pulled down. She’s on top of the comforter, and there’s a throw blanket tossed over her body. I move closer, realization hitting me that there’s a pile of clothes near the dresser.
“Siren.” My ass meets the mattress, hand slipping beneath the cover, meeting bare thigh. Jesus, she’s so damn beautiful it hurts. I sit back, waiting to see if she can sense my presence like I can hers. It’s clear as day my woman is slap worn out. Neither of us can keep our hands off one another. The minute we’re both in the same place and behind closed doors, all bets are off. Clothes are dropped to the ground, and one of us is on our knees for the other. When Kels has her mouth wrapped around my cock, my hand fisting her hair, it’s damn near impossible not to blow my load like a pre-pubescent teenager. I hold back every single time. My woman is going to get hers before I get mine. I’m a gentleman that way. Either way, foreplay turns into me fucking her on any available surface, and I’m pretty sure in the past few days, we've christened every room in one form or the other.
“Mmm,” she mumbles as my hand slides higher. I’m met with her flesh instead of shorts or underwear. Damn, she’s got nothing on except my shirt.
“Wake up, Kelsey. You want this to go any further, I’m going to need your pretty eyes.” Maybe we’ll tap into me taking her while she’s asleep one day. That’s a conversation for another day, though. I watch as her lips tilt up slightly, eyes opening and closing. “There’s my siren. You want my fingers or my mouth?”
Kelsey’s legs move back and forth, spreading wider, back bowing upward to get me where she wants me. Too bad I’m not going to give her what she wants until I’m graced with her blue eyes. There’s something about fucking your woman with your hands, mouth, or cock, and while you’re doing what she needs, your eyes are locked on another, your attention is solely on hers, and hers is solely on yours.
“Both.” She finally gets with the program, and in doing so, Kelsey flings the throw blanket off her.
“Is that so? Are you sure you’re not too tired?” I already know the answer she gets off every time I tease, verbally or with my touch.
“I’m never too tired for you, Talon.” A touch of sleep is laced through her voice, but I’ve got her right where I want her. I move, stomach to the mattress, hands going to the cheeks of her ass, and she manages to spread her legs wider. Jesus, this woman does it for me.
“That’s a good thing, siren, because I’ve got a thirst only you can quench.” I dip my head, smelling her wetness. My mouth waters at what I’m about to have beneath me.
“Talon don’t make me wait.” Her feet dig into my back, spurring me on, and I make it my mission to take my time tongue-fucking her.
“Siren,” I say with warning. I’m going to take my time. Building up her orgasm is the best part of having Kelsey beneath me.
“Fuck,” she groans, dragging the cuss word out as I lick her slit from clit to ass. Her hands go to my head, pulling at my hair, and I’m sure she’s going to try and foil my plans. Good fucking luck. I’m going to make this last all damn night. My lips wrap around her clit while I slide two fingers inside her tight-as-hell cunt, and I don’t stop, not even when she comes. I’m going to fuck her through one orgasm after the other. I’m not going to stop until she begs for mercy. Never in my life did I think walking into my house and seeing her in my bed would wake up a piece inside of me. Kelsey Rae Taylor did, though, and I’m never going to take it for granted.
15
TALON
“Iguess I don’t have to worry about putting my two weeks’ notice in at the Marine Research and Rescue center now.” I walk into the convenience store after coming off a charter to Kelsey talking to my mom. She’s been having trouble at her nine-to-five job, hating life, and has been looking at switching facilities. The problem with that scenario is the distance. They’re a hell of a lot further away. I suggested she still apply, see what they had to offer, and go from there. Kels said absolutely not. Cedar Key is home for both of us and to keep my mouth shut. Apparently, she was already fully aware of what I would say next.
