Chains of Command

by Lily Harlem

  “No.”

  “Mmm, perhaps we should get a cab,” he said.

  The porch was dark and quiet, and the scent of the wet pavement mixed with the smell of Seb’s cologne. Through the shadows, he was staring down at her with an intense expression.

  “Cab,” she repeated quietly as she studied his face.

  “Yeah, I’ll call one.” He made no move to reach for a phone, and instead stepped closer.

  Her heart rate picked up and her nipples tightened. He filled her vision. Seb was all she could think about. She stared at his mouth and licked her lips, imagining his flavor.

  “Jenna,” he whispered, gently setting his palms on her cheeks.

  His touch was electric and she swallowed tightly. “Yes.”

  “Can I…?” He leaned a little lower, so his lips were hovering over hers.

  “What?”

  “Do this.” He kissed her. A gentle press of his mouth as he cupped her face.

  She rested her hands on his broad chest, adoring the hard muscles beneath the thin material of his t-shirt. He poked his tongue between her lips, found hers and deepened the kiss.

  She moaned softly, enjoying his desire for her, and squeezed closer.

  He pulled back, but continued to cradle her cheeks. “We should…” His eyes narrowed and he bit on his bottom lip.

  “Go to your place?” she suggested.

  “No,” he said quickly. “I’ll go back in here.” He nodded at the pub door they’d just come through. “See if they’ve got a vacant room.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  “It would be better,” he said. “Than my place.” He ran his hand over her hair and looked deep into her eyes. “If you want to spend the night with me, that is. I wouldn’t like to presume.”

  For a moment Jenna wondered about telling him she wasn’t a one-night stand girl, which was the truth, or they’d have to have a few more dates before she climbed into bed with him. But with her tour starting the next day there wasn’t time for more dates, and she was living very much in the moment.

  “Yes, Seb. I’d like to spend the night with you.”

  He smiled, a sexy-as-hell grin that did funny things to her insides and injected lust into her bloodstream. “I promise I’ll make it good for you,” he said, in a low, husky murmur.

  “Seems to me you’re a man who does everything well, so I’m sure you won’t disappoint.” She adored the sassiness he was bringing out in her. The way he made her feel sexy and in control.

  “Babe,” he said, nipping her chin between his thumb and index finger. “Forget everything you thought you knew about sex, because I’m going to ruin you for all other men.”

  The way he looked at her, his dark eyes flashing and the shadows slicing over his handsome face, had her believing he was about to do just that. And the sooner he got started the better.

  Seeming to have the same sudden sense of urgency, he slipped back into the pub.

  She wrapped her arms around her waist. She was cold without him standing close.

  A car drove past, its tires hissing on the wet road, and in the distance a dog barked. She’d miss the sounds of home when she was in the desert. She’d also miss the English air, it wasn’t laden with dust, didn’t feel as if it had blasted straight out of the oven, and held so many familiar scents.

  Deep voices came from the bar area, and she turned to the door as Seb opened it. He held up a single silver key. “They’ve got a free room.” He paused. “You sure?”

  “Seb, I’m an independent woman and this is the twenty-first century. Yes, I’m sure.”

  One side of his mouth tipped into a smile. “My mother taught me to double check, she said that’s what gentlemen did.”

  “She’d be proud.”

  He slipped his arm around her waist and tugged her back into The Dog and Duck. He set his mouth by her ear. “I’m not sure if she’d be proud of all the deliciously filthy things I’m thinking about doing to you right now.”

  “So stop thinking and act on them.”

  He kind of groaned as they stepped past the table they’d been seated at.

  The barman was locking the till. “Right up that set of stairs,” he said, nodding at a door at the far end of the room. “Then it’s the second room on the left. Breakfast at eight.”

  “Thanks,” Seb said, urging her along.

  Jenna wondered if she should be a little embarrassed that the barman knew she’d been picked up, that she’d allowed herself to be persuaded to get naked in just one evening. But she suppressed that emotion. Seeing some of the things she had, in her training and in the Middle East, made her realize there was no time for negativity, and plenty of time for following her instincts.

  And right now, her instincts were primitive and lustful. Something deep inside had taken hold and the sooner she started satisfying the need swelling in her, the better.

  The stairs were covered in the same nasty carpet as the bar, as was the short corridor on the landing.

  Seb paused outside a green door with a wonky number two nailed onto it. “It’s not going to be The Ritz,” he said.

  “I’ve never been to The Ritz so I wouldn’t know.”

  He chuckled. “Me neither, but a soft, safe bed is the same, no matter what room it’s in.”

  “I agree.”

  He pushed open the door.

  Orange light from the streetlamp level with a large sash window poured into the room. A double bed with a pale eiderdown sat against a flowery-papered wall and had small bedside tables either side of it. A door to the right was slightly ajar revealing the white tiled floor of the en suite.

  The door clicked shut.

  Jenna set down her bag and turned to Seb. The moment she looked at him she knew his instincts were every bit as lustful and primitive as hers.

  He cupped her face again and stepped her backward until her shoulders hit the wall. His eyes flashed and he slanted his head and kissed her.

  Gripping his thick forearms, she kissed him back, giving as good as he gave her and swiping her tongue over his. His stubble abraded her chin and he tasted of red wine, dark desires, and man.

  Damn. It had been so long since she’d enjoyed the taste of man.

  He moaned and deepened the kiss. His chest pressed on to hers and he slid his hands down the column of her neck.

  “I want you so much,” he murmured as he found the top button on her shirt. “You’re so pretty and so sweet.”

  She didn’t answer, instead she gripped the base of his t-shirt and tugged it upward.

  He paused what he was doing and helped her drag it over his head. He slung it to one side, forgotten.

  His broad chest was coated in soft dark body hair and he had a tattoo on his right pectoral. She couldn’t quite make out what it was, but it appeared to be a feather.

  He made short work of the buttons on her blouse then tugged it off, adding it to his t-shirt on the floor. He kissed over her cheek and down her neck as he massaged her breasts over her bra.

  He was pure muscle and full of urgency, but despite this, he was gentle and in control.

  She adored this about him, and it increased her desire tenfold. “Seb.” She ran her hands down his chest and found the buckle on his belt. “Please, I want you.”

  “You’ve got me, babe.” He pulled back a fraction. “Tonight, I’m all yours.”

  She loosened his belt. “So live up to those promises you made me.”

  “I intend to.” He tugged at her jeans, popping open the button, then slid down the zipper. Within seconds they were off and she was standing before him in only her plain white underwear. “Ah, fuck.” His gaze slid over her body. “Your sexy little curves have just become the star of all my dreams.”

  “But this isn’t a dream, this is real.” She was damp between her legs and heat spread over her skin.

  “Really fucking real.” He reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

  It loosened around her chest then was off.

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sp; He stooped and took her right nipple into his mouth.

  As he laved it with his tongue, she closed her eyes and speared her fingers into his thick hair. The sensation of heat and wet added to her want and she arched her back, encouraging him.

  He switched to her other breast and worked that nipple to a tight peak before gently nipping it between his teeth.

  She moaned and squirmed against him. The need was growing to have him inside her, working her to climax. “Seb. Please.”

  He sank to his knees and tucked his fingertips into the waistband of her knickers.

  She tweaked her nipples and watched as he dragged her last item of clothing off.

  “Give me strength,” he murmured then set a kiss over her slim patch of pubic hair.

  She parted her legs a fraction, but he nudged them wider until cool air washed over her intimate folds. Then his mouth was on her, licking her clitoris with the flat of his tongue.

  She groaned and locked her knees. Watching him nuzzle against her pussy was so erotic and once again she filled her hands up with his hair.

  He caressed her inner thigh, working his way upward. Eventually he reached the juncture of her legs and found her entrance. He pushed in, two fingers, and hooked them against her G-spot.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned as her spine crumpled and her legs gave way. “I can’t stand up for this.”

  Chapter Three

  “Sure you can.” Seb locked his free hand against her hip, pinning her to the wall.

  “I don’t know…” She grappled to the left, found a dressing table and used it to support herself. “If I can.”

  “I’ve got you. Go with it.”

  It certainly felt as though he had a tight grip on her, and when he resumed flicking over her clit she allowed her weight to sag into his grip. He was busy with his fingers, too, slipping them in and out of her with precision and massaging her internal hot spot perfectly.

  Her skin goosebumped, the pressure was mounting. The need to climax was growing. She was breathing hard, her pulse thudding in her ears. “I’m going to … oh…”

  She’d planned on enjoying an orgasm with Seb buried deep, but it seemed he had other ideas. On and on he pushed her closer until the pleasure could be contained no more. She peeled open her eyes and stared downward as bliss erupted and spread through her body.

  He stayed with her, pushing her pleasure until she was crying out his name and bucking into his grip. He owned her body, holding her trapped against the wall, taking her to a place where bright lights flashed over her vision and her pussy spasmed around his fingers.

  Eventually he slowed, withdrew, and stood.

  His mouth and chin were shiny and damp and she wiped her thumb over his lips.

  “You taste so good,” he said, slipping an arm around her waist and dragging her near.

  She didn’t reply, she was struggling to catch her breath and her legs were weak.

  “And you sound good when you come, too.” He kissed her, spreading her own flavor into her mouth. “Mmm,” he moaned as he ground his hips up against her. “Nice for starters, huh?”

  “Yes.” His erection was thick and hard as it strained against his jeans. “But you’ve got too much on,” she managed.

  “Tell me about it.” He set to work on his jeans, then toed off his shoes. Within seconds he was wearing only a pair of black boxers.

  “Come here,” he said, running his hands over her buttocks and lifting her up.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. As he walked them to the bed, she kissed him, scraping his hair back from his face and pressing her wet pussy to his cock.

  He groaned and tipped her onto her back, following her. “We using condoms?” he asked. “I just had a medical, clean bill of health.”

  “Me, too, and I’ve got contraception covered.”

  “Hallelujah.” He lifted his hips and pushed at his boxers. His cock sprang free and the tip nudged her entrance. “You’re gonna come again, real soon,” he said, easing in an inch.

  “With you, I want to come with you.” She slid her hands down his back and gripped his taut buttocks.

  “You will, and then some.”

  She gasped as his thick shaft stretched her internal walls.

  “Relax,” he whispered. “Let me in.”

  She stared into his eyes as he curled his hips, slowly penetrating her to full depth. His cock was so dense and unyielding, and he was so damn big on top of her.

  “Ah, Jeez, if I die now I’d be a happy man,” he said, his lips moving against hers.

  “No one is going to die,” she said, canting her hips upward.

  He moaned then pulled out a fraction, when he eased back in his body rubbed over her clit.

  She gasped and dug her nails into his ass.

  “Just there?” he asked.

  “Yes, just there.”

  He grinned and set up a steady pace. There was urgency in it, but again it was controlled and graceful and she admired his stamina. His cock was like granite and he had to be fighting not to come.

  “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she gasped after a few minutes.

  “I won’t.” He straightened his arms and looked down at where they were joined. His biceps bulged, his abdomen muscles were tensed to a row of bricks, and his black pubic hair rubbed up against hers.

  She set her hand over his tattoo and could feel his heart pounding. Her skin prickled and her pussy contracted around his cock. Her climax was there, she could hold it off no longer. “Seb … ah, yes.”

  She arched her back, and curled her toes, clung to him as ecstasy swirled around her body.

  He upped the pace, ramming into her harder as though his control had finally gone.

  Her orgasm extended and she was aware of him giving into his.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he said then gritted his teeth. His cock was pulsating as he stilled as deep as he could go.

  Her pussy contracted around him, each spasm sending out new waves of bliss. She writhed and bucked, catching each shard of pleasure and relishing it.

  He ducked his head and caught her right nipple in his mouth, tugging it and sending new shots of sensation through her body.

  Eventually she stilled and fought to catch her breath.

  He lifted up, his cock still deep, and grinned down at her. “So how was orgasm number two?”

  “Bigger and better than the first, not that I’m complaining about number one.” She grinned.

  “You just preferred having my dick in you.”

  A bubble of laughter erupted from her chest. “Yes, that.”

  “Good.”

  Suddenly she was flipped over, onto her stomach. “Seb.”

  “Shh, lie still.” He straddled her upper thighs and set his hands on her shoulders. “Close your eyes.”

  He began to rub her neck with his thumbs, then set his palms on her back and massaged.

  She sighed as his touch spread down the length of her spine. The man was talented when it came to easing out knots and tension.

  “How does that feel?” he whispered by her ear.

  His warm breath sent sensation skittering over her scalp. “Heavenly.”

  “Good.” He sat up again and his body heat left her back. But only for a second because then his hands were there, working their magic.

  Gradually her body relaxed into the soft bed. He caressed her lower back, smoothing over the dimples above her buttocks, and then over her ass cheeks.

  She smiled against the pillow, enjoying the way he was exploring her curves, and when he set a kiss on her right butt cheek she sighed.

  “You have an ass made for worshipping,” he said quietly.

  “I’m glad you think so.”

  He spread kisses over her opposite cheek, then lower still to the curve where her butt met her legs. He traveled his lips to a more intimate place and she gripped the bed sheets, her languid state replaced with something new.

  “Are you ready
for more?” he asked, slipping his finger between her legs where she was damp and still a little swollen with arousal.

  “If you’ve got more.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He slid his hands beneath her torso and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. “Try and stay like this.”

  “I will.” She looked downward, at her breasts hanging heavy and his bent legs between hers.

  He parted her buttocks, exposing her, then his cocktip ran through her soft folds. “I might get a bit rough. I’m going to take us both somewhere wild, can you handle that?”

  “Yes. Yes, I can.” His words had thrilled her. She trusted him to not hurt her, but wild she wanted. Wild she could definitely handle, she might be a nurse, but she was also a soldier and made of tough stuff, despite her girly image.

  He gripped her hips, stilled for a moment, then plunged deep shouting out as he did so.

  The nip of pain and the sudden intense filling stole her breath. Her mind spun, she struggled to stay on her hands and knees, but he had a tight hold of her and dragged her onto him.

  He withdrew, practically out, then slammed back in. His flesh thwacked up against hers, his body hair scratching over her ass. She jolted up the bed, but again he held her, keeping her in a tight grip as he buried deep.

  The fierce pace he set up was frantic, as if he’d given into his most basic desire. Jenna adored every moment of it. The sound of flesh on flesh, the absolute hold he had on her and how he was drilling into her pussy. He made her feel as if only she could satisfy the very male, carnal need in him and that was erotic in the extreme.

  He was pounding over her G-spot. Usually she needed clitoral stimulation to come, but not this time. The pressure was growing, swelling inside her. She fought to stay on her hands, but gave in and dropped her elbows and forehead to the bed. All she could think of was the hard cock pushing her climax closer and closer.

  Seb was grunting with each thrust of his hips, the sound rattling around the room. The bedframe banged against the wall. Sweat coated her skin and she closed her eyes and gripped the sheets.

  Her climax drew nearer and then was upon her. She allowed herself to become possessed by him as he stabbed into her with his cock.

  “Ah, yes, yes…” she yelled. “Now.”