Page 43 of The Flight Risk

I find myself holding my breath as Oakley closes the gap between our faces. He stops short of kissing me and murmurs, “I should have made a move in Telluride.”

My eyes flutter and I bite my bottom lip. “Yeah, you really should have.”

He dips his head and kisses me. Slow. Calculated. Less desperate than when he kissed me in the closet. I get on my knees and turn my body toward his. I wish there wasn’t a damn couch separating us. I run my hands through his hair roughly and he deepens the kiss. He sweeps my mouth with his tongue, making me moan. His hands are pressed firmly on the small of my back, pushing me against the couch. Then, just as he did in the closet, he cups my ass and lifts me effortlessly. I cage in his abdomen with my legs and my chest presses to his. Being this close to him fully clothed is throwing me into a frenzy. A shot of white-hot desire shoots through me when I anticipate what his naked body will feel like against mine. I’ve been with my fair share of men, but no one had a body quite like Oakley’s.

Still kissing me, he carries me upstairs, never straying from my lips. Whenever I think I’m going to slip because of these silk pajamas against his cotton tee, he firmly holds me in place. I whimper as I tighten the knot of my legs around his torso. When we reach the stair landing, he smiles against my mouth. “We have to stay quiet.” He pauses. “Lottie.”

“She’s dead asleep. Early band practice.”

Suddenly, excitement flitters at the prospect of a challenge. It’s going to be damn near impossible to not scream Oakley’s name when he’s on top of me, doing things to my body I have only dared to dream about.

We reach his–er, my–bedroom. One of his arms leaves the back of my left thigh as he shuts the door and locks it in one fell swoop. He lowers me down onto his bed and breaks our kiss completely. Then, he does the hottest thing a man can ever do in my humble opinion: he reaches one arm behind his head, grasps his shirt and pulls it over his head in one swift motion. All of his muscles contract effortlessly at once. I’m going to pass out from utter astonishment that an actual human being can have a body like his. His body looks even more taut than I remember. I now have the ability to fully bask in the full glory of Adam Oakley.

I run my fingers along his abs. They contract with my touch and he sharply inhales. It’s clear the effect I have on him and I can’t wait until he feels the effect he has on me. I’m not wearing any panties and I can feel that my silk pajama shorts are soaked. His huge dick is constrained by his stupid and unnecessary grey sweatpants. It’s truly a shame he doesn’t walk around naked. His body should be in a museum, where it would be perfectly acceptable to stare at him for hours because he’s truly a piece of art.

All of a sudden, insecurity sets in like an old enemy, perpetually getting inside my head and releasing intrusive thoughts. I sit back on my heels. “I need to tell you something.” I never tell anyone that I’m hooking up with this not-so-fun fact about myself. Somehow with Oakley, I feel like I can bare my soul to him and he won’t hold it against me. He won’t weaponize my inadequacy as a power move.

It still doesn’t make it less scary. I swallow hard.

Oakley brushes my wild hair from my face. “Hey, you can tell me anything.”

I know. “I’ve never orgasmed from a guy before.”

“What?” He is genuinely perplexed. “Like, ever?”

I shrug and look anywhere but into his eyes because I fear any trace of judgment. “I’ve always taken care of myself after. Usually, everything was so rushed. For a long time, I honestly just thought that’s how sex was supposed to be.”

Without saying a word, Oakley gets on his knees so we are level with each other. His hot hands find the hem of my flimsy shirt. He lifts it, leaving a hot trail of his fingers against my skin. I instinctively raise my arms to help him finish taking my shirt off.

“Damn,” he utters as his eyes rake over me. Any other guy would have grabbed my breasts or sucked on them right away. Not Oakley. His mouth trails along my neck and collarbone. Sweet and delicate. Just what I need in this moment of vulnerability, a trait I historically have not been good at. The sensation from his kisses almost sends me over the edge. Then he whispers, hot breath against my exposed skin, “That’s not the way sex is with me. I will make sure you come first.”

My breath hitches and he cradles my face in his massive hands. His green eyes sear into mine resolutely. “I’m going to take my sweet time with you, because that’s what you deserve, birthday girl.” His mouth catches mine and he expertly moves one of his hands under the waistband of my shorts and slides his fingers inside of me, while rubbing his thumb against my swollen clit. My head falls back and it’s getting harder to breathe. His fingers curl and I nearly come right then. “Besides,” he whispers into my ear, “those men aren’t me.”

I move up and down, riding his large fingers and rubbing against his palm for more friction. It’s desperate, but I don’t give a damn. This man is willing to do anything to me and for me and he is revealing sides of himself I never knew existed.

I press down on his shoulders to steady myself. “That’s probably the cockiest thing that’s ever come out of your mouth.”

“What can I say, I’m confident about me and you. I’m a pretty fast learner and when I’m into something, I immerse myself in it completely.” The hand that isn’t inside of me cradles the back of my head. He pulls on my hair, like he somehow knows this is my weakness in the bedroom, and I’m right on the edge of seeing stars. Then he growls, “I want you to come so hard that no toy will ever get you off the same way again. All you are going to want is me. Just like all I want is you. Every single part of you, Tess.” I grind against his hand and he kisses me harder and more feral than he ever has before. He whispers, “You tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“Pull my hair again.” I can barely think right now and am impressed with myself that I can even utter any comprehensible words.

He does what he’s told and licks my neck in the process, a new layer of him I was not prepared for. This man is full of surprises.

“Good boy,” I say. “I like how you’re still on your knees for me.”

A low growl emerges from him and he inserts another finger inside of me. My body coils, a pressure so intense I don’t even recognize it. He curls his fingers again and pulls my hair at the same time. Pleasure buzzes through me like a bolt of lightning. “That’s right. Come for me, Tess.” I clutch his broad, sexy shoulders and undoubtedly leave deep nail marks in his skin as I come. This pressure has been building between us for so long, it feels amazing to finally release it.

I don’t even have time to recover from my orgasm when Oakley strips off my shorts, spreads my legs further apart and dips his head down to my center. He runs his tongue along my wet pussy and gives me the best head of my life. His tongue is a thousand times better than the stupid toys I’ve been using for years. I gasp and have to cover my mouth from screaming, while also twisting my fingers into his hair. His hands hold my thighs down and he doesn’t let up. My toes curl. His scruff feels amazing against my smooth skin. “Mmmm” vibrates out of his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through me. And then he stops, leaving me right there on the edge. He lays soft kisses on my inner thighs. “I knew you would taste amazing.”

My need for him to be inside of me is otherworldly. I aggressively pull him to me and crash my lips onto his. He wraps one arm under my back and lifts me further onto the bed until my head hits the pillow. His kiss is all-encompassing and makes me dizzy. It ebbs and flows from sweet to possessive and he is everything I need.

He presses his cock against me; it’s straining against his pants. I trace the border of his underwear that’s peeking out of the top of his joggers. His stomach contracts, further defining the ridges and swells of his abs. “These need to come off,” I purr in his ear. His head dips and he kisses my collarbone. One of his hands is glued to my outer thigh and the other is pressed against the cool sheets, preventing him from completely crushing me. I trace the protruding veins along his forearms and biceps. “Oakley, get inside of me now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He backs away from me and I prop myself on my elbows, taking him in. My insides turn into liquid as he takes off his pants and his boxer briefs. He’s bigger than I remember and I’m suddenly intimidated by the sight of him. He walks around the bed completely naked, muscles oscillating with each step. If I had to take a guess, he has zero percent body fat.

He gives me a sinful grin, like he can read my damn mind. “Like what you see, Tess?”

I struggle to form words. “You’re bigger than I remember.” I make no apologies for staring at his perfect body.