Claiming Holly (Holiday Cove 1)

“Two can play at that game,” I said, smiling when he came up for air. Before he could pin me down, I rolled to the side and reached for the plate. I swiped up a dollop of whipped cream and crooked my finger at him. “Come here, Lieutenant.”

Jack smirked and crawled toward me. “Yes ma’am.”

With my free hand, I pushed him down onto the bed. I licked my lips slowly and then stuck my finger into my mouth, slowly sucking the rich cream away, hollowing my cheeks suggestively.

“Holy shit, Holly. You’re killin’ me.”

“Not yet,” I said, my voice husky as I went for another swipe of cream. This time, I stroked the tip of his cock with the puff of sugary treat and grinned at him before shifting down the bed and lowering my mouth to lick it away. Jack groaned as my lips and tongue teased his tip. “Mmmm,” I purred, lapping away every last trace.

When the whipped cream was gone, I slid my tongue down his cock and over his balls until he was panting. His hands dug into my wild hair and he brought my mouth back to him. I took all of him in my mouth, his length filling all the way to the back of my throat before I slid back up and down him again. Jack groaned and tugged my hair, begging for more.

“Wait, wait, not yet,” Jack said. He pulled away, sitting up halfway on the bed. He reached for me and I climbed up his body, straddling his hips. He kissed me long and slow, and I rolled my hips in slow circles, teasing him with my slick pussy over his cock.

“Whatcha waiting for?” I asked, rubbing against him again.

He rolled me to my back and knelt beside me on the bed. He ran his own hand over his cock and my eyes went wide. There was something incredibly sexy about watching him handle himself. He moved faster as I stared at him, licking my lips, and writhing on the bed, getting more turned on with each stroke. I dropped my hands between my legs and played with myself, moaning at the relief of my touch.

Jack groaned and lowered to rub himself between my breasts and came all over my chest. “God, Holly,” he growled into my ear. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.”

I arched up to kiss him and he replaced my fingers with his own, using his two fingertips to hum out a vibration on my clit that had me clawing my way up his back as a powerful orgasm ripped through my body.

By the time I was laying still on the bed, still panting and shivering in the aftermath, Jack was ready to go again. He grinned down at me when my eyebrows shot up in response. “You weren’t going to sleep tonight anyway.”

When the sun started to peek through the blinds, I rolled over to face Jack. He traced a line down the side of my face and let his hand rest on my shoulder.

“What time do you have to leave?” I asked, not wanting to hear the answer because no matter if it was an hour or six, it wouldn’t leave us enough time to say goodbye.

Jack glanced at the bedside clock. “Soon. I have to get back to the base by eight.”

“I already hate this.”

“I know.”

I sighed and relaxed my head down to his chest. He tightened his hold on me and kissed my forehead. We lingered as long as we could, neither of us wanting to be the one to finally pull away, but eventually, Jack’s strong arms loosened around me and I rolled away.

We both dressed in silence. There was nothing left to say. All the plans and promises had already been made. All that was left was goodbye.

Jack led the way downstairs and called Princess over to him at the front door. “I’d invite you to go with me to Rosen’s, but I think it might make this even harder.”

I nodded, begrudgingly agreeing. “Bye girl,” I said, leaning over to kiss Princess on the head. She wagged her tail. “Hunter will miss you too.”

When I straightened, Jack pulled me into his arms and held me against his chest for a long time, our hearts racing together. The words I wanted to say were sitting on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t choke them out.

“Holly,” Jack said, pulling back slightly so I could see his face. “I want you to know that meeting you has been the best thing that has ever happened, and I can’t wait to get home and see where this goes.”

“Me too,” I said, unable to get my voice over a faint whisper without the tears brimming in my eyes slipping loose.

Jack kissed me and I couldn’t hold them back anymore. My lips trembled as Jack’s moved over mine. When we parted, it was in slow motion, and his thumbs went to my cheeks to wipe away the tears.