Staged (Exodus End 3)

She whispered the name that he wanted on her lips, but not with the sound of deep longing he was searching for, aching for. He needed to push her farther. Hands continuing to stroke up and down her thighs in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, he lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to her breastbone. He kissed a trail down the center of her belly—slowly, so slowly—matching the cadence of his fingertips. He dipped his tongue into her belly button, and she cried out, her thighs squeezing shut on his hands. He stayed where he was, kissing, licking, suckling her navel, giving her a taste of what her pussy had in store

whenever he decided to end this little game he was playing with her body.

“God, Aimes,” she said, her fingers releasing their hold on the armrests to delve into his hair. “Steve. I meant Steve. Please. Just . . . I can’t.”

“You can’t what, Red?” He nipped the sexy extra fold of skin at the top of her navel and tugged gently.

Her legs popped open wide, releasing his hands, and she hooked her knees over the armrests. The scent of her excitement had him reaching for his fly. He had his jeans unfastened and his cock free and gripped in a tight fist before he recovered his senses enough to remember it was his mission to make her lose control, not the other way around. He took several deep breaths, his excitement further fueled by the way she was pulling his hair, trying to get him to lower his mouth to her deliciously swollen, shiny, and delicately pink pussy.

The plane rolled through several belly-dropping air currents, and Jordan’s voice came over the intercom. “Hold tight. It’s about to get a bit rougher, but we’ll be out of this system soon enough.”

“Not soon enough,” Roux muttered.

“Maybe I should get back in my seat,” he said, blowing hot breaths against her lower belly and squeezing his fisted dick in an ineffectual attempt to calm himself.

Roux groaned. “You should, but I want . . .”

She unclasped her seat belt and shifted her entire body upward so that she was suspended above her seat with her thighs anchored firmly on the armrests. This put her pussy in convenient reach of his mouth. He rewarded her recklessness with a gentle flick of his tongue against her clit.

Her entire body buckled, and his cock jerked in response. Dear lord, was making her lose control really worth the effort of keep himself in check?

“Steve,” she whispered. “Please. Lick me there.”

The pleading in her tone made holding back completely fucking worth it. “Where, Red? Where do you want me to lick you?”

Her breath escaped in a rush. “My ass.”

Fuck. He hadn’t expected that request, but he was more than happy to accommodate her wishes. He drew the flat of his tongue over her ass, collecting her pussy’s sweet, freely flowing juices as he licked upward, and stopped just shy of delving his tongue inside her. God, he wanted to tongue fuck her sweet, swollen pussy. If just that little brush of his tongue over her asshole had her panting and quaking, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction when he really got down to business.

“Again,” she said, staring down at him.

He moved in reverse, wishing he could watch her face while he gave her ass an invigorating tongue massage. Her flesh quivered and tightened beneath his swirling tongue.

“That’s so dirty,” she gasped brokenly.

He was never afraid to get a little dirty. Or a lot dirty when the occasion called for it.

He licked his way to her clit, concentrating on sucking, flicking, and rubbing that sensitive spot in the choreographed sequence he’d perfected long ago. It had never failed to send a woman flying. Or pretending to fly.

God, where was that self-doubt coming from? He’d just have to up his game and ensure he made her come.

Roux thrashed her back against her seat, making it impossible to keep true to his method. He grabbed her ass firmly in both hands to hold her still.

“I think . . .” Roux said. “I think I’m going to come.” She sounded surprised. “Wait. I . . .”

Her legs shifted, closing on his head. Surprised, he jerked back, and scarcely caught the feral look on her face before she tackled him into the aisle, straddled him, grabbed his cock none-too-gently, and slipped his tip inside her. She sank down, taking him deep. He groaned, lost in her heat, and lifted his hips, holding her waist to press deeper. Her answering raspy moan made his toes curl, and he knew the next time he heard her sing, he’d be transported back to this very moment. God, her voice was sexy.

She rose over him slowly, whimpering when she sank down again. Leaning forward, she pressed her palms against his chest and took him higher and higher as she found her rhythm. Their rhythm. As expected, it was a frenzied tempo.

Damn, she felt good. He hadn’t been inside a woman without protection for years. And she didn’t seem like the type to forget such an important detail. The idea that she was so into him that she’d fuck him skin to skin had him clenching the carpet with his fingertips and trying hard not to come. Her rhythm was intense. Relentless. Perfect. Surely she’d let go soon so he could join her in bliss.

Maybe she needed a little help. He released his fingertips from their hold on the rough carpet at his back and lifted them to her small breasts, relishing the feel of their pebbled tips rubbing against his palms as her body shifted up and down. He pinched each nipple between a thumb and forefinger before releasing them and slowly drawing his fingertips down over her ribs, belly, and hips. When his thumbs brushed her mound, she shuddered and jerked her hips to one side. The sudden change of sensation almost sent him to the point of no return. He sucked in a deep breath and tensed every muscle in his body to hold back. She shifted so that her knees were pressed tight into his sides and rose up so she wasn’t taking him as deep. She also upped her tempo. The intensity of that motion on his cockhead was too much pleasure for him to take. If she kept it up, she’d finish him off in seconds. He pulled her hips down and pressed deep, rotating his hips to try to lessen his pleasure. Wasn’t working that well for him, to be honest.

“Will you just come already?” Roux growled.

He opened his eyes, surprised by her exasperated tone. “Not until you do.”

“I can’t. Do you want me to fake it?”

His ego whimpered like a kicked dog. “Of course not. We can take as long as you need. Do you want me on top?”

“No, I want you to come. I can tell you’re fighting it.”

“And I’ll keep fighting it until you finish.”

“I already told you I can’t.”

Her frustration was palpable. He reached up and cupped her face, trying to ignore the deep ache in his balls. He really did want her to come first, no matter how much his anatomy was arguing with him.

“Are you uncomfortable?” They were fucking on the floor of a small private jet, after all; maybe she was worried that the crew would interrupt. But they knew to stay in the cockpit when he had a woman onboard. “No one is going to interrupt us, if that’s what has you worried.”

“I literally cannot come when I’m with a man, okay? It isn’t you, it’s me. So just finish, will you?”

He gaped at her. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”

She slapped his chest. It hurt, and he liked it.

“Of course I’ve had an orgasm. I own a damned vibrator. It’s just . . .” She looked away. “This is not the conversation I want to be having right now.”

“So it is me.”

She shook her head. “It’s not. I’ve been with men—good lovers, not just duds, though I’ve had some of those as well—and I just can’t let go. I don’t know why. Not even when I’ve been with the same guy for a long time.”

He was pretty sure he knew why. Trust. She had never trusted a man to have control over her body, over her pleasure.

“You almost came when I was licking you,” he said. “Why did you stop me then?” He’d thought it had been because she was so turned on she couldn’t wait to have him inside her. Now he wasn’t so sure.

“I don’t know. I was . . .” She turned her gaze to the ceiling, and he feared she was about to cry.

His dick was already crying from abuse, but he sat up and wrapped his arms around her back, dropping gentle kisses on her throat.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “If you want to take me home, I’ll understand.”

What? Hell no. And now he was on a mission. He would make this woman come if it killed him. And as he turned her gently to her back and forced his dick to withdraw from the warm, wet haven between her long thighs, he thought he just might die before he claimed his victory.

“Relax

,” he said.

“Steve.” She touched his hair. “We can try some other time. I know you must be hurting. Just go ahead and finish.”

He grinned. “If you haven’t figured this out about me yet, I’m a stubborn son of a bitch, and I absolutely refuse to come before you do.”

She laughed. “Well, they’re your balls. If you like them blue, that’s your business.”

Thirteen

Roux didn’t know whether to be relieved or mortified that she’d told Steve her horrible little secret their first time together. She’d kept Travis in the dark throughout their entire eight-month relationship. Not because she was good at faking, but because he didn’t seem to care that she never hit her peak and had never bothered to ask about it. Hell, she doubted he’d noticed. But she felt bad for Steve, because she’d gotten him all excited and hadn’t been able to deliver promised release before he figured out that she was frigid. Well, not frigid exactly. She enjoyed sex. It felt amazing and made her feel close to her partner. She just couldn’t let go. Not when anyone else was present. She’d planned to lock herself in the bathroom after he finished and give herself some much-needed relief, but now the pussy was out of the bag, so to speak.

“How many men have failed you?” Steve asked, drawing her attention to his sexy brown eyes. He squeezed them shut and shook his head. “Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”

“A handful,” she offered. Would he think that was a lot or wonder why so few?

“It’s only you and me now.” He buried his hands in her hair and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her until every nerve ending in her body was responsive to his strong, sensual lips and her belly was quivering like gelatin. The entire back of her body seemed to melt into the floor, while her front awakened to the feel of his warm skin against hers. Her nipples tingled with want and her pussy ached in its emptiness. Even if he didn’t make her come—and she honestly doubted anyone could—she still wanted him inside her desperately.