Learning To Fly

by Melissa Snark

  His heart skipped a beat and he swallowed the lump in his throat. “What do you have in mind?”

  ****

  “Is here okay?” Kyle settled with his back against the headboard, long legs stretched out before him. He met her eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up, a look that dared her to do her worst. The tanned flesh of his arms, muscular and defined, drew her gaze. Dark hair curled across the broad expanse of his chest. His runner’s legs were powerful with sinewy thighs and trim calves.

  “Oh yes, here is perfect.” Cassie licked her lips. Oh, he looked good, spread out before her like a sumptuous meal. On her knees, she straddled his thighs and edged closer to that tempting bulge in his shorts. A quiver of delight caused her pulse to race with the titillation of wondering at the shape and size of his cock. Her pussy wept for him, aching for him to fill the emptiness.

  He had the strength necessary to surrender complete control to her because of his unshakeable confidence. She felt safe in his arms. Wicked humor gleamed in those tawny eyes. Clearly, he wasn’t used to being on the bottom. “Am I allowed to touch or are you planning on tying me up?”

  Damn the man, and damn his insufferable smugness. Her panties were soaked where they pressed against his thighs, and yet she was so nervous that her stomach felt like the inside of a pinball machine.

  “Oh, I don’t know. That sounds like it could be fun.” Not to be outdone, she smirked and reached for his nipples. She tweaked those impertinent buds between her fingers just hard enough to draw a grunt from him.

  Leaning forward, Cassie stole a swift kiss, savoring the velvety texture of his lips, but she did not linger. There were too many other interesting parts of him to explore. She followed the curve of his jaw; the unshaven stubble abraded her skin. She moved on to his earlobe, first kissing and then suckling on the tender flesh. She allowed her breasts to brush against his chest. Kyle’s inhaled breath hissed through his teeth, and his hands settled upon her waist, framing her lush curves. He did so without asking permission, but she didn’t mind in the least.

  Cassie trailed butterfly kisses along the strong column of his throat. He mirrored her action with an open-mouthed caress beneath her ear. His wet tongue slid higher to taste her earlobe, and then lower to where her throat met her shoulder. His hands flattened over her breasts, his palms agitating her nipples. She quaked and quivered, and her pussy clenched with need and her clit swelled in anticipation.

  “Okay,” Cassie said with a whimper. “You’ve convinced me. You can touch.”

  His chuckle rumbled through her body, stirring her desire from burning embers to blazing passion. “I love your breasts. They fit perfectly in my hands.”

  Her lips curved with secret pleasure over his flattery, and she savored the kneading of his hands upon her breasts. His teeth raked the soft skin over her pulse and she bit him on the throat just hard enough to mark him as hers. Inhaling, she blinked her eyes and focused. The mission? Oh yes. To pleasure his thick cock.

  Her hand settled on Kyle’s breastbone and she felt the steady pounding of his heart beneath her palm. Supple skin over sinew. Her fingers sank lower, brushing across taut abs that jumped at her touch. His stomach muscles clenched and his cock twitched in his shorts. Cassie imagined a pained expression on his face, but she was too busy looking down to confirm it.

  “Jesus, Cassie,” he said, and his voice emerged raspy and strained. Tension thrummed through every part of his sculpted body. His chest rose and fell with strong regular breathes but his heart raced.

  In response to his plea, she reached for the waistband of his boxers and tucked her fingers beneath the elastic, giving them a small tug. “Lift up.”

  His fingers tightened in her hair, but he complied with her command. He leaned back and braced against the headboard, using the leverage to raise his hips off the mattress. Cassie stripped away his shorts with a firm tug, baring his glorious body—a body designed to please a woman—to her rapt gaze. He was beautiful.

  “I’d love to draw you.” Her eyes swept his long form, admiring his powerful limbs and chiseled abdomen. She knew his face, so handsome, from long hours of staring at him while they worked. His rigid penis jutted against his washboard abs—long and thick and proud.

  Kyle threw back his head and laughed. “I’ll model for you anytime, so long as it doesn’t wind up pinned to the refrigerator.”

  Cassie giggled. “You saw that?”

  “It was hard to miss.” He didn’t sound upset, merely amused.

  “You have my word,” she said. “Pose nude for me, and I’ll make sure you never regret it.”

  “That’s a hard offer to refuse.”

  “What if I make it an offer you can’t refuse?” Cassie’s hand closed on the length of his shaft, and his hips surged beneath her touch. His muscles bunched and his limbs shifted, but he became still again with visible effort. A ragged groan escaped his lips at her gentle handling. His need pleased her, and she longed to drive him wild with want. She licked her lips and stroked his glorious erection, moving her hand from the thick base to the curved head. A pearl of cum glistened on the crown.

  She lowered her head and opened her mouth to take him in.

  ****

  Cassie’s silken lips closed over the head of his shaft and all of Kyle’s thoughts went sideways. His fingers tightened in the strands of fiery hair, and the first caress of her tongue elicited a groan of painful desire. She teased him for a full minute with flickers of her tongue and the barest pressure of her mouth, kissing the crown instead of taking him into her wet heat.

  He lifted his hips from the mattress, begging for more, and she rewarded him with deeper penetration, taking his cock further into her throat. His body shed rivulets of sweat, and his heart throbbed hard and steady in his breast as if he’d just completed a five mile run. A throaty little sound escaped Cassie, a moan that drove him wild with need. Her tongue swirled about the head of his cock, creating an agonizing sensation of pleasure. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more—more pressure, more heat, more wetness. It stretched the limits of his patience to remain still and allow her to dictate the pace.

  He rolled his hips again and his cock slid against her teeth. The pearly hard surfaces scraped the sensitive skin, creating a dynamic contrast. An alluring hint of pain. Overwhelming ecstasy. He had worried that his thick shaft would prove too much for her small mouth, but a whirlwind of hormones drove the concern from his head. She negotiated his width with passion, suckling more of him in and then withdrew.

  The head of his shaft struck the fleshy inside of her cheek and her tongue laved the vein on the underside of his rod, while her hand slid between his thighs to cradle his balls. Her clever fingers massaged his sac until they drew up tight with desire. His throaty moan only seemed to drive her on, as he stroked her hair and murmured some insensible words of encouragement. Together, they set a rhythm; his hips rose and fell in sync with her bobbing head. Cassie suckled him, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure.

  Saliva coated his member, and the wet heat proved to be his undoing. He couldn’t take much more and he tried to tell her as much in jumbled words and phrases so oblique that he wasn’t sure that he even understood what he said. He was one minute from an explosive orgasm, but the reluctant gentleman in the back of his mind insisted that he wait. Coming in her mouth their first time together seemed…juvenile.

  Cassie giggled at his obvious need. He felt and heard the wicked rumble. In his mind’s eye, he saw green eyes gleaming with laughter. Her hands reached back to grasp his ass, fingernails digging into his buttocks and preventing him from pulling back. She worked his aching cock more aggressively. Her tongue traced a torturous trail up and down his length and her teeth scraped against already over-sensitized skin, creating a delicious vacuum and destroying his last vestige of chivalry.

  Kyle opened startled eyes and realized that he’d closed them. The sight of her pretty mouth straining to swallow all of him was the most
erotic thing he’d ever seen. Beads of perspiration formed on her brow and her skin glowed with the heat of a feverish flush. His nostrils flared and the distinctive scent of her arousal reached him.

  “Baby, I’m going to come…” The pressure in his scrotum built until his lower abs clenched and his legs quaked, then traveled the length of his swollen shaft and exploded outward. Her mouth closed around him for one final tug without mercy or inhibition. She swallowed the hot surge of cum as it hit her mouth, and purred her approval in the back of her throat. Kyle’s vision went white with pleasure.

  “Fuck.” He wasn’t one for swearing, but the word escaped his lips on a deep groan. His body shuddered, the product of muscular contractions racking him from head to toe. It was a whole-body orgasm, destroying him and creating him anew. The spasms in his balls continued with lessening intensity, and he embraced a drawn out orgasm until the last tiny flicker finally faded away. He was left boneless, floating on a cloud of satiation.

  Cassie released his cock from her mouth with one last lick and slid up the length of his body. Kyle opened his eyes to see that she looked quite pleased with herself. “So much better than a cold shower, don’t you think?” She cooed with satisfaction.

  “Oh, hell yeah. Fantastic,” he said, lacking the wherewithal to make a witty reply. Instead, he cupped her ass in his hands and urged her to scoot further up along his body.

  She squealed and resisted playfully. “What are you doing?”

  It was his turn to smirk. “Payback, baby.”

  ****

  Kyle remained on his back and gazed up at her with the most amazing look in his tawny eyes. No man had ever looked at her with such awe and admiration.

  Cassie’s witty reply died on her lips. Staring into his handsome face, her heart experienced a painful wrenching, as if it had been removed from her chest and squeezed within a great fist. Her breathing shortened and her pulse raced. She felt it in every cell of her body, and the sensation both puzzled and alarmed her.

  She loved him.

  The realization left her stunned. How had that happened?

  Ever perceptive, he noticed the look on her face and his hands stilled. “Red? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I’m good.”

  Cassie smiled for him, beaming with a joy that emanated from deep within. This good, strong man had healed her damaged heart. She wanted to shout it to the sky, but it wasn’t the time. Not yet. She feared exposing the tender affection to examination and, more than that, the prospect of driving Kyle away. They had known each another less than two weeks. How could he possibly return her love?

  Compliant, she scooted forward for him. There was no resisting his persuasive touch. She inched forward along his torso until she straddled his chest. He murmured a few words of encouragement. His body heat and perspiration caused their skin to stick in the most delicious way.

  It took a bit of rearranging but, in the end, they found a comfortable position with his face between her knees and his mouth against her weeping core. The intimate position brought a hot blush to her skin until she felt the first lap of his tongue across her slit.

  “Oh, God.” Cassie whimpered and closed her eyes. She locked her hands onto the headboard for support as her entire body shook and threatened to melt into a boneless pool.

  Kyle’s artistic fingers slid between their bodies and parted the slick folds of her labia to expose her clit. The tip of his tongue touched the swollen bit of flesh. She relaxed and arched her hips in time with his hot tongue, moving faster as heat pulsed through her aching core and her pussy pulsed with the need for release. The more she reacted to his touch, the greater he seemed to enjoy this exotic kiss. Cassie’s fingers tightened on the edge of the headboard, so hard she worried about leaving scratches in the wood. Her shoulders tensed as she arched her lower body, lifting her hips toward his mouth. The orgasm started slow and mellow, and advanced at a tortoise pace.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re beautiful. Just relax and let it happen.”

  She surprised herself with the ability to speak. “How the hell can I relax when you’re doing that?”

  “You’ll figure it out.” Kyle chuckled, a sound that reverberated through his throat and torso and traveled deep into her lower body. Her juices ran hot and covered his chin as an exploring fingertip penetrated the inner folds of her sex. Her needy pussy seized that single digit and clenched tightly. He pushed her close, so close, but not far enough. His tongue continued to lap, delicate little flickers that set her core on fire.

  “Kyle, please…” Cassie moaned and thrust against his hand, needing more. One finger was like a sole chocolate or a single piece of popcorn. Tantalizing but not nearly enough. A tremendous amount of pressure had grown within her loins and it coiled tighter and tighter with each stroke of his tongue.

  He chuckled but added a second finger and thrust fiercely into her slick channel, mimicking what she hoped he’d one day do with his cock. His fingers bent inward at the tips, seeking her sweet spot, and he hit on it with unerring accuracy.

  The wave of her climax caught Cassie unprepared. It welled up inside of her and burst in waves of sweet pleasure. She cried out and arched her back, rocking forward into Kyle’s mouth, as his lips, tongue, and teeth drew out the orgasm almost to the point of pain. The walls of her sex grabbed his fingers and her cum soaked his mouth.

  While she gasped and attempted to recover, he worked her pussy again. His tongue teased and tormented her clit until not a thought remained in her head. He withdrew the two fingers and she wept for the loss. He returned with three and she whimpered at the unaccustomed sensation of being stretched and penetrated by his rigid digits. Her second orgasm crested at a slower pace, burning slowly through her pussy.

  “That’s it, let go…” Kyle’s voice came from a great distance, encouraging her to surrender control. For a split second, Cassie blinked and tried to focus.

  “Kyle, I…I need…” Unable to express her desire, Cassie urged his face back to her pussy and rocked against his tongue. Everything was so wet and pliable that she wasn’t sure where her flesh ended and his began. Then his insistent, intrusive fingers returned to fuck her pussy until her whole body shook from the force of her release.

  Cassie shouted in reaction as another orgasm claimed her. How many was that? She wasn’t sure. He kept her high, riding that geyser of desire, mouth and fingers working in unison so that one climax blended into the next. Until at last, she could take no more and flung herself away, seeking escape from the raw desire he evoked in her body.

  “No more, no more.” She collapsed on top of him, his chest serving as her pillow. He sought and held her hand until their fingers interlaced. Once she could speak again, she snickered.

  “What’s so funny?” Kyle sounded sleepy, but curious.

  “Two dates and I’m already to third base. I never figured you’d be so easy.”

  His chest shook with laughter. “Are you going to respect me in the morning?”

  “I dunno.” She yawned and closed her eyes. “We’ll see.”

  Chapter Eight

  The early part of the day produced cool weather and great banks of rolling fog. Although, he appreciated the break from the heat, the moisture left Kyle’s favorite running trails thick and unstable, so he followed the road to avoid becoming mired.

  At the house, he kicked off his muddy running shoes on the porch and entered the back door. He was drenched in sweat and winded from a long run over hilly terrain. The second he set foot inside the kitchen, Shelly descended on him like an irate mother hen.

  “Kyle McCleod, you’re dripping on my freshly washed floor!” She took one look at him and grabbed for a kitchen towel. She passed it to him, striking his chest with a solid thwap.

  “Sorry.” He accepted the towel and used it to mop his face and arms dry.

  He sniffed and, sure enough, the entire kitchen smelled of lemons. At the table, Mr. Arthur sat behind an open sports section of the local newspaper. On
ly his hands were visible, framing the edges.

  “Are you training for a marathon, Kyle?” Shelly cast a pointed glance at the clock to mark the time. He’d been gone longer than his usual morning workout, and each morning he pushed to run just a little bit further.

  “Not exactly.” He flashed a rueful grin. Lately, he ran to work off sexual frustration, obtaining ambiguous results at best, and then he ran some more.

  The housekeeper retrieved a glass from the cabinet, filled it with water and ice, and brought it to him. He accepted the drink and downed the entire thing.

  “How is it, then?” Shelly asked. Her eyes were hard beneath a knit brow.

  Damn, he should have seen this coming. Shelly had long been more mother to him then employee, so he wasn’t surprised when she chose to confront him. “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “I see men in dark coats lurking outside. I see you and Cassie leaving the house with an armed escort, but you going out alone on long runs. What in heaven’s name is going on?”

  “Oh for God’s sake, Mrs. Arthur, give the man a break!” Henry’s paper rattled as he turned the page. The top half of his face became visible for a moment, coal black eyes peering over his handlebar mustache.

  Shelly’s stern gaze swung toward her husband and she wagged a finger his way. “You hush. I don’t want to hear it from you, mister.”

  Kyle realized his oversight. “Shelly, you’re right, I’m sorry. Please sit down and I’ll explain.”

  With a stern nod, she sank into one of the kitchen chairs. Henry’s paper lowered enough so he could watch, betraying the groundskeeper’s curiosity. Kyle chose to remain standing. He found it difficult to explain without feeling like he was betraying Cassie’s confidence, but Shelly and Henry were entitled to an explanation.

  “Cassie is in trouble. She’s being stalked. There’s a man who wants to hurt her—a bad man. He’s a fugitive being hunted by the police. Until we’re sure it’s safe, the security will remain.”