Jonesin' For Action

by Samantha Cayto

  Will rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you mean Admiral Scrumptious? What about him?”

  “I’m thinking of jumping his bones.”

  “And you want to know whether you should do it here or wait until you get to a more private place?”

  Marissa grimaced in exasperation. “You know me, and this is decidedly not me. Am I being too risky? Will they find my various body parts tomorrow in dumpsters around Key West?”

  “What’s his name?” She told him. “Wait a sec.” She watched him walk over to Aidan and say, “Excuse me, sir. We forgot to card you before serving. May I see your I.D. please?”

  “Seriously?” Marissa said it under her breath as she heard Aidan say it to Will. A wallet came out, a card was passed over the bar. Will smiled and thanked Aidan before returning the card and sauntering back to her.

  “I.D. confirmed. Jump away. If you end up dismembered, I’ll know who to send the cops after.”

  “Thanks,” she replied with a laugh.

  Before she took a step, Will grabbed her arm and said in a low voice, “You know he’s disabled, right?”

  “Yup. Not a problem.”

  “I agree. Just wanted to make sure you knew.”

  Marissa smiled at Aidan as she placed his food order in front of him. “Here you go.”

  “Thanks, looks good.” He nodded toward Will. “What was that all about? I’m pretty sure I look older than twenty-one.”

  Embarrassed that Will’s obvious ploy was so…well, obvious, she felt her cheeks pink up. She bit her lower lip, unsure of how to phrase what she wanted to say. God, she was such a dweeb sometimes. She may as well say it out straight. “He’s looking out for me. I don’t normally ask guys what I’m about to ask you.”

  Aidan raised his eyebrows. “What would that be?”

  “Do you want to come home with me tonight?”

  Chapter Two

  Aidan all but swallowed his tongue at the blatant invitation. Was it really going to be this easy? Although he was used to women making the first move with him, that was before he had become disabled.

  No, he refused to think of his body in those terms. Differently-abled had seemed like a pointless change in terminology before it applied to him. He knew better now. He couldn’t do some of the things he had done before, but those were small in number compared to the skills he retained. He just had to do some of them differently, like waterskiing with one leg instead of two. Sex would be like that, the same with some minor modifications. Only, unlike anything else he’d tried since losing his leg, fucking required up close and personal observation of his body by another person. It was a distinction that mattered.

  He must have mused a little too long because he saw her eyes go wide, and she backed up a pace. “Sorry if that was too blunt.” She blushed a dusky rose color under her tawny skin. “I totally get it if you’re not interested.”

  Aidan laughed. He couldn’t help it. “You actually think I might turn you down? Why on Earth would I do that?” The obvious occurred to him. “Because of my leg?”

  Her eyes got wider and her cheeks redder. “God, no! I meant because I’m half Asian, Thai, actually. Some guys aren’t into that.”

  “You mean ‘some guys’ as in assholes,” he replied because who in their right mind wouldn’t fall to his knees in gratitude for a chance to be with her? Yet, she had picked him. He had seen a lot of good-looking guys with both their legs in the bar, so maybe her offer was based on the one reason he would turn her down. Leaning in closer to her, he asked in a low voice, “Are you making the offer because of my leg?” He held his breath, afraid of the answer because if it were a pity fuck, his answer would be no.

  Her eyes narrowed as if she were annoyed. She leaned toward him so that they were mere inches from each other. Her voice was equally soft. “I don’t sleep with guys just because I feel sorry for them, which for the record, I don’t feel for you. I asked you to come home with me because I have this almost overwhelming urge to climb into your lap.”

  “Oh.” It was hardly a word, more like an exhalation of breath as her confession shot right to his groin. Already half-hard, his cock surged up and pressed against his fly. Good thing he was sitting down. “Okay,” he managed to choke out as he stared at her, falling into the deep, dark pools of her eyes.

  The tip of her tongue slipped out, and she ran it along her lower lip. “My shift finishes in a couple of hours. Can you sit tight until then, or do you want to come back?”

  He wanted to trace his own tongue along where hers had been. Instead, he pulled back, aware that she was at work and he shouldn’t press his luck or freak her out. “My T-shirt isn’t long enough for me to get up right now. I’ll wait.”

  He saw understanding in her eyes. She smiled and nodded. “I’ll be back.”

  As he watched her saunter away, he took a swig of his beer and willed his body under control.

  By the time Marissa announced she was off duty, Aidan was only partially aroused. He had spent the time waiting, mentally taking various weapons apart and putting them back together. He hid a grimace, just barely, when he hoped off the stool and irritated his stump. It was still tender and would be for a long while he had been warned. It wasn’t the pain he minded so much as the reminder that his body was different. Everything was different now, including sex. He had thought it through, of course, knew how he would go about doing it. Still, he was uneasy. He hid it behind a smile as he followed Marissa out the door.

  Nightlife was teeming all around them. They had to walk single file until the end of the block, where she stopped and turned to him. “My apartment is a few blocks from here. I usually walk. Is that okay with you?”

  “It’s fine,” he answered more sharply than he had meant. Damn it, he was too defensive. He shot her a rueful grin. “Sorry. It’s okay, I can walk that no problem.”

  She nodded in understanding and surprised him by slipping her delicate hand into his before leading him back into the stream of pedestrians. The feel of her warm, soft skin against his proved surprisingly stimulating. His cock roused from its nap and took notice, but he didn’t care if it was visible. To be honest, his prosthesis would catch people’s attention before the bulge in his shorts did. They walked slowly down the sidewalk, the noise of carousers and music from the bars making conversation too difficult to attempt. What would he say, anyway? Nerves made him tongue-tied. He felt irritated, too, that she set such a slow pace as if he needed it until he realized she walked slowly because she had short legs. Her head barely reached his shoulders. If he wanted, he could pull her toward him and plant a kiss on the crown of her head.

  The urge to do so gave him a solution to his nervousness and his mounting desire. At the next corner, he took the lead and pulled her under the awning of a store. When she looked up at him in surprise, he cupped the back of her head. He stared down at her, and she met his gaze. They both kept their eyes open as he drew her face to his and took her mouth. His eyes closed as he fell into the pleasure of his first kiss in many months, too many. He had missed this simple pleasure of slanting his lips against a softer, sweeter pair.

  He traced his tongue along the seam and moaned softly in appreciation when she opened up for him and welcomed him inside. She deepened the kiss by twirling her tongue around his and clasping his arms with her small hands. Her body all but melted against his. They tasted each other for long seconds, long enough for his cock to throb in earnest. But they were on a sidewalk and he heard some whistles and claps from passersby, so he broke away reluctantly.

  They were both breathing hard as they once more stood and stared at each other.

  Marissa was the first to regain her senses. With a grin, she grabbed his hand and tugged him back into the stream of people. They walked faster with unspoken agreement, and soon she had him inside her building. He swept her into his arms once more as they rode the elevator to the third floor. This time they were alone, so he dared to slip a hand under her shirt and caress her smooth back. Her hands lan
ded on his butt. She dug surprisingly strong fingers into his flesh and pressed him against her body as much as their height difference would allow. They practically stumbled out when they reached her floor.

  With reluctance, he let her go so she could get the door open. Once they were inside, he scooped her up before she could turn on the overhead lights. A small bulb above the sink in the galley kitchen allowed him to see where he was going. He carried her over to the countertop that divided the kitchen from the living room. She gasped and then giggled as he plopped her down. Now she was eye level, perfect for more kissing. He dove in hard and heavy, plunging into her willing mouth, both hands inside her shirt. He found the clasp of her bra and flicked it open with practiced ease. Some skills never left you. He slid his hands around her soft sides and traced her pert breasts with his thumbs. Her nipples were hard, and she gasped again inside his mouth when he stroked them.

  He broke the kiss long enough to ask, “Do you live alone?” When she nodded, he yanked her shirt and bra off. Then he stood and stared. This was another simple pleasure he had been without too long. Small enough to fit in his palms with dusky tones surrounding the hard nipples, her breasts were a feast for a starving man. Leaning in, he tugged one mound into his mouth and laved the bud with long, loving strokes.

  Marissa groaned above him and clasped her hands to his head, holding him in place, urging him without words. He licked and sucked, first one breast and then the other until she moaned incessantly and writhed against him. She dug her nails into his scalp and pulled at the short strands of hair, testament to the effect he was having on her. His cock jerked, anxious to get in the game, but he had other ideas. Pulling back, he placed a trail of kisses from her lips down her throat to reassure her he wasn’t done yet. Then he unsnapped her shorts and tugged at the zipper.

  Her tummy was flat and silky like her breasts, and holy crap, how had he missed the belly ring? He’d get back to that later, though. First, he wanted her completely naked. With a bit of wrangling and some laughing, he managed to peel the skin-tight shorts off her lovely bottom, along with a black thong, the sight of which almost made him come. She sat on the countertop, beautifully nude, breathing heavily and blushing, he realized. She was shy.

  He swept his gaze from top to bottom, letting it linger on the moist lips with a narrow strip of dark hair nestled between her thighs. All he had to do was free his rod and plunge it inside the place it yearned to be. But that wasn’t what he wanted. This woman deserved more, and there was one thing he loved to do that didn’t need two legs, or any for that matter. He tipped her chin up so that their eyes met.

  “You’re beautiful. I want to go down on you. Is that okay?”

  ****

  The question, asked in a hushed, almost reverent tone, sent a shudder through Marissa’s body. Already aroused so much that his mere look almost sent her over the edge, she couldn’t find her voice. To answer him, she leaned back on her elbows and slid her ass closer to the edge of the counter. She closed her eyes and focused her concentration on the feel of him. His fingers with their rough pads stroked her breasts in quick bursts, coaxing whimpers of pleasure past her lips. His soft tongue, in contrast, lapped slowly down her middle and swirled around her belly ring. He stayed there awhile, teasing her, feasting on her skin as if he had no other goal. When she bucked her hips in frustration, he chuckled against her body.

  “I’m getting there,” he whispered, his warm breath taunting her to higher pleasure.

  He raised her hips with his strong, firm hands, gripping and holding her steady. She felt his tongue twirl around her shock of pubic hair, and his teeth nipped at her cunt lips. Then he slid between the folds, over her clit, and down into her pussy. When she moaned and squeezed her legs to urge him on, he reversed course and licked up and out. She grunted in frustration, kicked her heels against his shoulders, only to hear him chuckle again.

  “Patience, Marissa. I haven’t done this in a long time, and I’m a hungry man. I intend to make this meal last.”

  Her new groan morphed into a long moan of pleasure as he lapped the area of taut skin between thigh and pussy. He traced a path around her mound and finished between her folds once more. He flicked her clit with short strokes of his tongue, making her jerk and writhe. His firm grip held her in place, and the restricted movement helped to heighten her arousal. Her fingers scratched at the smooth countertop, setting a rhythm she silently urged him to meet. He ignored her entreaties and took his time bringing her close to the brink, only to back off before she came.

  “Aidan,” she hissed.

  His response was to blow against her damp curls before latching his lips around her swollen clit. As if sensing she was truly at the end of her rope, he suddenly sucked and stroked with the energy and speed she craved. The orgasm tore through her. She bucked her hips against his face and tossed her head as she screamed out her pleasure. Her cunt clamped down on a cock that wasn’t there, and her body shook with the force of the waves of climax rocking it.

  When the pleasure began to wane, he renewed his assault and brought her up and over again. Less intense than the first one, this orgasm spread a warmth from her core throughout the rest of her body. She went limp when it subsided and let her head drop on the counter.

  Aidan continued to hold her legs, stroking her thighs with a feathery touch. He kissed the inside of each knee and sighed. “That was—you are—delicious,” he murmured. “Ready for round two?”

  In answer to his question, she pulled her legs out of his grasp and sat up. He stared at her with a kind of dazed expression that told her he wasn’t conning her about enjoying eating her out. His mouth was still a little moist from her juices. She leaned over and traced her tongue around his lips before kissing him. She twined both her arms and her legs around him to pull him toward her. He slid his arms around her back and caressed her while their tongues mated. Pulling her hair free of its scrunchy, he laced his fingers through the strands and tugged her head to one side to deepen the kiss. Her sensitive nipples rasped against his shirt, reminding her that one of them was overdressed.

  She yanked up the fabric to run her fingers along the hard planes of his back. His skin was hot, but smooth. It quivered under her touch. She dared to dip lower, past the waistband of his shorts, and found a taut ass waiting to be kneaded. She dug her nails in, and he rewarded her with a deep groan inside her mouth. The hard ridge of his cock just barely bumped against her once more aching clit. She wiggled against it and grunted in frustration.

  Breaking the kiss, she said, “Let’s take this to my bed and get down to some serious business.”

  He pressed his forehead against hers and laughed. “I take eating pussy very seriously, but if you mean giving my cock a chance to get inside you, then I’m all for it.” With a tight grip around her waist, he slid her off the counter and spun around. “This way?”

  She nodded and clung to his neck. It was pretty dark inside the apartment, yet he seemed to have excellent vision, carrying her straight to her bedroom. She wondered how difficult it was for him to hold her. She could certainly feel his uneven gait. He obviously wanted to do it, though, and she figured he knew his limitations. When he pulled back her covers and plopped her down on her bed, she reached over to turn on her bedside lamp.

  “Ah, mind if we keep the lights off?” he asked hesitantly.

  Okay, this was his limitation. She needed to respect his boundaries even though she wanted very much to see him naked. In her mind, there was no way his injured leg could detract from the rest of him, but he obviously felt differently.

  Sliding over to the middle of the bed, she patted the edge next to her. “Take off your shirt, sailor, and stay awhile,” she purred.

  He laughed at the invitation, as she had hoped he would, and sat down. He whipped off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Dark as it was, she could barely make out the contours of his upper body. His shoulders were broad, and his waist was narrow, the perfect V-shaped torso. Saliva pooled i
n her mouth. Sitting up, she leaned over to place her hands on his shoulders. She nuzzled the back of his neck, while she slid her palms down his chest. Firm pecs with small pebbly nipples greeted her. She rubbed her thumbs over them and felt his appreciative moan deep in her own chest.

  She moved her mouth to one of his ears, and as she nibbled his lobe, she stroked down toward his shorts. Damn, she was too short to reach. So she pulled back and encircled his waist instead. She pressed her face against his back and slid her hands past his waistband. His cock was there waiting for her, hard and moist at the tip. She clasped it in one hand and tugged up slowly. With her other hand, she cupped his balls and squeezed.

  “Stop,” he begged with a chuckle. “My first time having sex since getting out of the hospital isn’t going to end with my coming in my shorts.”

  Stunned, Marissa drew back and let him go. She leaned against her headboard. “This is your first time since…” She let her voice trail off.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He did not just do that. He did not just confess to her what this meant to him. Fuck! Aidan couldn’t look at her, but he did have to answer her truthfully. “Yeah, it’s my first time since losing my leg.”

  He heard her blow out a breath. “Wow. It hadn’t really occurred to me.”

  He snuck a peek at her over his shoulder. She was staring off into space. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

  She looked him then and shook her head. “I’m not freaked out.” When he merely stared back, she shrugged. “Okay, I’m a little freaked out. But only because I don’t want to mess this up for you.”

  He barked out a rueful laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, it is literally impossible for you to mess up anything with me. You already sent me to the moon and back.”

  She pouted at him, her adorable and barely visible lips pursed in annoyance. It made him smile. He had always had fantastic night vision. He just hoped she didn’t. “Does this mean you don’t want to fuck me?” she asked in a falsely plaintive voice.