by Michelle Kee
"I slept wonderfully. How about you? You in any pain?" She answered.
Lance carefully sat up. She was pleased to see he didn't hiss or even grimace. She supposed he was feeling much better. "Well, it doesn't hurt when I move. Guess that's a plus."
She giggled, "Yeah it is. Good thing today is Saturday. You can take it easy the rest of the weekend."
Lance gave a grunt in agreement, slipping from the bed. Shaking her head, Alora climbed out of the bed as well and started for the stairs after grabbing a t-shirt she saw hanging on the foot board of the bed. She walked into his kitchen and started the coffee. As the coffee brewed, she pulled opened the fridge to see what she could whip up for breakfast.
***
Lance just stood in the kitchen doorway watching. Alora stood at the stove wearing one of his t-shirts. He couldn't remember seeing anything as sexy. In the background a local country station played, and his tigress was dancing along. He felt his jeans grow tighter as he moved toward her. Just after she moved the frying pan and turned off the burner, he slipped his arms around her pulling her to him with a gasp.
"God! You scared me." She growled, swatting his arm. "I never even heard you."
He chuckled, "That was the point. I wouldn't be good at my job if I wasn't quiet." Lance dropped a soft kiss against her neck, making her sigh. "You look good in my shirt, Tigress."
He smiled when Alora whimpered. Lance leaned down and softly began kissing at the juncture where her neck met her collarbone. Making a mental note of her reaction. Her head fell back against him, her breath hitched and her back arched. Seemed he found a sweet spot for her.
"Lance..." She breathed, her voice thickening.
"You taste good. Can't wait to taste even more of you, Tigress." He whispered, hearing his own voice deepening.
Reluctantly, he pulled away only because his stomach growled at that moment. Lance stepped away and headed for the coffeepot while Alora began plating their food. Silently they sat at the island and began eating. Both seemed lost in their thoughts. It was Alora who broke the silence first.
"So, what exactly is going on with us? Yes, we obviously want to jump each other's bones, but is it just that?" She asked.
Lance sat down his mug and faced her. "I don't know. I would like to think it's a bit deeper than just sex. Which, for me is a bit of a surprise."
This peeked her interest. "Why is that?" She watched Lance. His face seemed to turn to stone. "You don't have to tell me. I'm sorry..."
"No, no it's just..." Lance paused and rubbed the back of his neck. "I haven't really talked about my past except with my team, or my parents. And only Ethan and my parents know the whole story."
She reached out and laid a hand on his arm, "You don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable. Look, you and I don't really know each other, except in a client capacity. You don't have to tell me anything that makes you uncomfortable."
Lance smiled at her softly. "You're right, we don't know each other. So, how about today we do that. Get to know each other and see if what's between us is more than just lust."
"I like that idea." She beamed.
Chapter 10
"So, what do you want to know about me?" Lance questioned as he and Alora sat on the sofa, her still in his damn shirt.
"For starters, how old are you?" Alora giggled.
"I'm thirty-five. I'll be thirty-six on August sixth. And you?" He replied.
"I'll be thirty-five on August tenth." She laughed.
"Guess that's one thing in our favor." He smirked. "Besides baking and cooking, what else do you like to do?"
Alora took a sip of her coffee as she thought about that one for a minute. "I like a lot of different things. I love to read. I'm a huge fan of Krista's, obviously." She grinned. "I like swimming, fishing, hunting, camping in general. Course, it's been a few years since I've been. With my bakery taking off like it has and all. I love music. Country, rock, some rap and hip-hop, jazz, classical, you name it."
Lance took a sip of his coffee as he studied her. Everything he knew about her and what he was now learning about her intrigued him. Making him thirsty to learn more. To learn everything, he could about her. Course, his shirt riding up high on her thighs was slowly pushing his concentration.
"Seems we have a lot more in common than I would have figured. I too like the outdoors, mostly camping and fishing. I enjoy music, but mostly rock and country. I love reading as well. If it peaks my interest, I'll read it. I also love boating. I have a boat out in Jacksonville. My dad takes care of her for me." He replied.
"You sail? I've always wanted to go out on the open ocean on a boat. I've been on the small boats out on Lake Houston. Not quite the same thing." She beamed.
"Well, maybe I could take you sometime." He suggested, reaching out for her hand.
He watched as her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip when his hand closed around hers. He found it enticing. Wondering what her tongue would feel like on his skin. He watched as she took a slow breath.
"Any...um, any tattoos?" She asked, her voice catching.
Lance released her hand, sat his mug on the coffee table, then pulled off his shirt. He shifted so his right side now faced her. On his right shoulder was his first tattoo. He wanted her to see that one first. When she reached out and brushed her finger tips along it, he shivered. He, Lance "Hawkeye" Archer SHIVERED at a woman's touch. A first for him and a first he liked.
"Wow, it's beautiful. I see a Celtic cross, but what's this insignia where a knot should be?"
"It’s the insignia for our old MARSOC unit. I got this after my first year in the unit."
"It's beautiful. The intricate lines of the cross," Her fingers moving over them as she spoke, "weaved in and around the shield of the insignia. It's captivating. Anymore?"
Lance felt the loss of her touch when she removed her hand. Trying to keep his composure, Lance shifted again to show her his back. Along his shoulders and upper back was an elaborate tat of interlocking Tribal and Celtic ruins and symbols. Once more, he shivered as she reached out and ran her fingers over his ink.
***
This time when he shivered again under her touch, Alora was unable to hold back a whimper. To not only see, but feel this strong, battle-hardened man react like that to her very touch was both empowering and humbling. Not to mention a turn on, knowing he reacted like that to her. She was no one special. She was just a cake decorator from Houston for crying out loud.
Without thinking, she leaned forward and dropped a soft kiss against the center of the tattoo. Alora both heard and felt him growl and the sound hit her like a sledgehammer. The sound making her tremble as she felt herself grow damp. Her eyes closed as she did it again. Her lips pressing against his skin. Her tongue slipped out moving slowly against him.
"Alora." He groaned, his voice deep and almost ragged.
Her eyes opened just as he turned and faced her. His hand cupped her face, his thumb rubbing along her jaw and chin. It was now her turn to shudder. Her lids lowered, watching him. In a blink his lips were on hers. She moaned as he took control of the kiss. Demanding her surrender to him. She did so willingly, letting herself go completely with him.
Lance pulled her against him, her hands resting on his chest. Feeling his warmth under her fingers and palms. Slowly her hands slid up, over his shoulders then around his neck. Chest to chest, mouth to mouth. Her body, which had been on a slow burn was now a raging fire. He must have sensed it because his kiss became deeper. Taking, plundering her mouth. Her mews and whimpers echoing in her ears. Her hips gyrating, pressing into him, feeling his hardness.
"Fuck woman," he groaned, pulling away from her mouth, "that's it Tigress. Move for me."
"Lance..." She panted, her eyes meeting his. "I...I..."
"Tell me what you want. Right now."
"You. I want you...inside me.... please..."
Alora instantly found herself on her back, Lance looming over her. Desire, need, lust, and somethi
ng else she couldn't identify were burning in those turquoise eyes of his. "Be sure what you're asking of me Alora. If I get inside that sweet pussy of yours, I'm not stopping. I'll fuck you over and over, making you come again and again. Then when you think you have nothing left, I'll rip one more from that beautiful body of yours and only then will I come with you. Do you understand me Tigress?"
"Fuck." She moaned, her hips bucking up against him. "Yes, yes I understand. I want it Lance. Now. Please, please take me..."
He didn't let her finish. He stood and once her eyes were on his again, he made a bit of a production of undoing his jeans and easing them down. Her eyes widened when she saw him. But not in fear. Oh no, not his Tigress. Those amber eyes of hers were so easy to read in that moment. Her need and hunger for him grew once she finally saw all of him.
"Mmm, so you like what you see my Tigress?" He asked, stroking his erection
"Oh, hell yeah I do."
He chuckled, "Loose that damn shirt."
Alora sat up and with a sassy smirk, shucked the t-shirt. It was now her turn to watch him. His eyes glued to her breasts. She felt her nipples pucker and throb when he licked his lips. God, she wanted his mouth on them. His mouth, his hands, hell, she wanted all of him on her. Touching her. Tasting her. She wanted it all. Feeling a little daring, she reached up and cupped her breasts.
"Yes." He hissed.
"Lance, I want to feel your hands on me." She sighed.
"Show me how you want me to touch you Alora. What you want my hands, my mouth to do to those beautiful breasts and nipples."
She was helpless to defy him. With her hands, she showed him what she wanted. Cupping them, she began to massage her breasts. Her fingers slowly and deliberately pinching, rolling and tugging her rosy peaks. Her back arching each time she tugged, her moans becoming more pronounced.
“They're so sensitive Lance. God, they're throbbing for your mouth. Touch me. Please."
"Yes baby, give me more."
With heavy eyes she watched Lance watch her as she continued to tease her nipples. Wanting to tease him more, one of her hands slithered down her body. His eyes followed said hand and when she reached the waistband of her panties, he was panting. Nibbling her bottom lip, tugging more on her nipple, Alora eased her hand inside her panties, gasping when she brushed over her clit.
"Fuck me." Lance growled, gripping his cock harder. "Tell me, are you wet?"
"Yes Lance. So wet." Alora moaned, her hips rocking.
Lance moved closer. With her watching him, he dropped to his knees between her open legs. Reaching out, he took hold of the sides of her panties and with one hard pull, ripped them. Alora whimpered at the show of his strength, leaning back against the back of the couch which lifted her hips toward him.
"You smell delicious Tigress."
"Please Lance..."
Knowing what she needed, he licked his lips before his mouth found her center. That first taste of her had him hungry for more. His tongue dove into her making her cry out his name and her fingers threading in his short hair. Lance took hold of her hips, pinning her in place while he indulged in her taste. His eyes looked up her body to find that she was watching him feast on her. God that made him crazy for more of her.
Alora was helpless against the onslaught of pleasure he delivered. Watching him eat her out was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. The fire burning in his eyes as he watched her watch him was like nothing she had ever seen. She felt herself growing wetter as he urged her higher and higher. Her orgasm was fast climbing and when she exploded it caught her by surprise.
He was relentless. His mouth and tongue were weapons of sexual destruction. No sooner had her first orgasm hit, then a second crashed over her. Her body undulating for him, craving more. More of him. She wanted him inside her and now. She tried to demand it but found herself breathless. All she could do was plead with her eyes. Slowly Lance pulled back.
"Delicious Alora. I could eat you for days. But I want more of you."
"Yes Lance. More."
He stood then, bent down and gathered her into his arms. It was she who captured his lips. Growling as she kissed him, Lance made his way through the living room and toward the stairs. Fuck he wanted to be inside her right now. In mere moments he was kicking the bedroom door shut and striding for his bed.
Reluctantly, he released her. She lay, breathless and flushed, her hair unbound around her head on the pillow. Lance quickly retrieved a condom from his nightstand, slipped it on then joined her. He looked down at her spread open beneath him, need burning in those amber eyes. Her body trembling in desire.
Wanting to drag this on, Lance slowly lowered and kissed her tenderly. His hands began roaming over her body. Teasingly, making her moan and sigh into the kiss. Tracing the lines and curves of her, committing them to memory, paying attention to the spots that made her gasp, moan and buck. He removed his lips from hers and moved them to that spot at her neck he had tasted while she cooked.
"Lance, you're driving me crazy." She moaned.
"That's the plan. I want you crazy. I want you wet. I want you begging for more." He groaned as he slipped a finger inside her.
Christ she was wet alright. Wet, tight, and throbbing. He added a second finger while his mouth traveled down her neck. His tongue drawing patterns against her skin. Lance sucked a rosy tip into his mouth. She cried and bucked under him as his tongue flicked her nipple rapidly. His fingers slipping faster and deeper inside of her, making her ride his hand.
"That's it Alora, ride my fingers baby. Mmm, just imagine what my cock is going to feel like inside that wet pussy."
"I'm gonna come Lance. Please, please don't stop." She begged breathlessly.
"Come for me. Come now." He ordered, driving his fingers deep and scissoring them.
Alora screamed as she came again, clawing at the bedsheets as her back bowed. As her climax began to subside, she felt Lance's mouth move to her other nipple. She moaned as he paid it the same attention as he had the other, his fingers now moving so slowly in and out of her. Spreading her wetness inside and out. He was preparing her for his cock. He was bigger than her previous lovers and she couldn't wait to feel all that hardness inside her.
"Are you ready for me Tigress? Hmm? You ready for my cock?"
"God yes Lance. Now."
Lance removed his fingers, chuckling as her walls clamped around them. Yeah, she was ready for him. Making sure she was watching, he shifted so he was kneeling between her legs. With a smirk, he lifted his coated fingers to his mouth and sucked them in. Her eyes seemed to glow as she watched, her hips twitching more. Placing his hands on either side of her head, Lance eased himself into her.
Alora gasped when the first inch breached her. Then he began pushing in more. God he was hard, thick and stretching her deliciously. He was making sure she felt every inch of him taking her. She kept her eyes on his, wanting him to see that she was loving what he was doing to her. Finally, he was buried balls deep in her. Only then did her arms envelope him, holding him as close as she could.
"Fuck Alora. You're so fucking tight. Your pussy feels so good."
"I love your cock. Deep, never felt so deep."
Lance kissed her and began moving. Both moaned as her walls clamped around him with each thrust. Alora's hands slid over his shoulders, down his back while her legs slid up to wrap around his waist. As he thrust she would lift her hips meeting him, taking him deeper. The more she did this, the more aggressive he became.
"Alora... Christ woman...I don't want to hurt you."
"Stop holding back Lance. Fuck me."
His last string of resistance broke. On a deep guttural groan, Lance tugged them down further on the bed before pinning her wrists above her head. When her eyes flashed in hunger and delight he let go. Alora screamed in pleasure as he drove into her harder. Her voice begging for it, her body moving with his as best she could without the use of her arms. Her heels digging into his lower back to meet him thrust for thrust
.
"Lance..."
"Alora...fuck I'm nearly there. Come with me baby."
Their lips met as they both exploded. Their bodies seized in unison as they reached that peak together. Lance released her wrists and her arms came around him, stroking his back as their bodies slowly came down. Gingerly, he eased out of her, hissing as her walls gripped him. With a sigh he flopped onto his back, gasping for air. Alora curled up against his side, one arms draped over his stomach.
"Christ almighty." He panted.
"Ditto." She giggled.
In seconds, both were laughing. He turned his head and kissed her forehead. Alora lay there watching him slip from the bed, his back straining as he moved. Damn the man was the perfect male specimen. He moved from the bed toward the bathroom. She rolled onto her back stretching herself. Her body felt well and gloriously used.
"You look satisfied Madame."
"After the way you just fucked me Sir, I should be." She sassed.
Lance was on the bed over her in a flash. “I think I like that you called me Sir."
"Yeah? I think I liked calling you Sir." Alora breathed.
Lance kissed her softly. "Maybe we can explore that later. Right now, what do you say we get cleaned up and go for a ride?"
"A ride? Don't tell me you have a motorcycle."
"I do."
She moaned picturing him on a bike. "What kind?"
"A Bonneville T120 Black."
"Then let's go." She was out of the bed and rushing to the shower with Lance following behind her laughing.
Chapter 11
Alora sighed climbing off the back of Lance's bike and took in the beauty around her. Lance had pulled over at a scenic overlook with the rolling hills of the Texas Hill Country spread out before them. This was one of the things that had attracted Alora to the Austin area. As a kid she and her parents had taken many camping trips in the hill country and she had always loved it.
