by Deanna Lee
He laughed. “Just the parts that got printed out and brought over to my house by a very amused Morgan. Then he berated me for failing to secure the sweetest piece of ass in five hundred square miles.”
“I’m not a piece of ass,” Della declared and frowned at him even though she was torn between laughing and dying of mortification. “I mean, unless that’s going to get me laid, because if that’s the case then I’m totally the sweetest piece of ass in the entire region. It doesn’t get sweeter than this.” She gestured at herself. “Seriously.”
“I don’t think you’re a piece of ass,” Jonah confessed. He leaned in and brushed his mouth over hers.
She relaxed minutely as he pulled back a little. “What do you think of me?”
“I think you’re beautiful,” Jonah murmured. “Smart, funny as hell, sexy, a little naughtier than I expected, and your ass could be the eighth wonder of the modern world. I’m seriously considering submitting a picture of it to whomever might decide such a thing officially.”
Della laughed. “Right.”
“Also, I’m a little pissed that apparently I didn’t warrant any pictures on your Facebook. Your friend Jana took more than a few of me at your pool party.”
Della huffed. “She took four! Well, she might have taken more but even with a digital camera she managed to fuck that up. She’s like a technological black hole. I’m surprised daily that she can operate her own cell phone.”
“I also think,” Jonah began softly, “that I need to redeem myself. Obviously, I need to get on board with Operation: Bang My Hot Neighbor as soon as possible. What are the mission objectives?”
Della grinned and leaned back on her hands as she considered the possibilities. “We should assess our equipment first. A well-equipped mission is a successful mission.”
“Damn straight,” Jonah agreed. “We’ve got your gorgeous and certainly sweet little body. I’m rather fond of it.” He moved in and kissed her mouth gently. “I am, in case you missed it, in peak physical condition. I come with valuable accessories, one of which is uniquely designed for infiltration, which I have trained extensively for.”
She grinned. “Sounds like we’ve got all the right gear.”
“At least the fundamentals,” Jonah said as his hands drifted to her hips. “Condoms?”
“In my nightstand along with a few toys and some lube,” Della whispered as his lips brushed over the top of her breast. “Sailor, if you’re being a clit-tease, I’m going to have truly evil things to say about you on Twitter tomorrow.”
He laughed and gave her a brief hard kiss on her mouth. “Woman, I am not, nor have I ever been, a clit-tease.” He pulled her forward. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She inhaled sharply when he pulled her off the counter. “So, hmm, my only real objective is rather straight forward.”
“I’m listening,” he assured as he nudged open the door leading downstairs and navigated down the staircase more confidently than she’d thought he would.
“I want you to fuck me, repeatedly.” She paused, and he took that moment to drop her on the bed with a little grin. She lifted one eyebrow in challenge. “That means, Sailor, I want your cock in me as often as possible until we both pass out from exhaustion.”
Chapter Four
Jonah pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it aside as Della wiggled out of her shorts. By the time he was shucking his jeans, she was naked and leaning back on her elbows. She spread her legs slowly, he figured because she knew how fucking delicious her hot little cunt looked. Based on her choice of bathing suits, he’d assumed she waxed most if not all of her pubic hair. His assumption had been spot on.
She hummed softly and grinned as she looked him over. “Go Navy.”
He worked hard to keep himself in shape, both because of personal pride and because his job demanded it. Still, her obvious approval of his body was gratifying. She licked her lips, and his balls tightened in anticipation.
“Condoms?” he asked, wincing slightly at the hoarse quality to his voice.
She rolled easily onto her side, giving him a fantastic view of the aforementioned sweet ass. He joined her on the bed with a harsh groan and pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss on her hip. She dropped a strip of condoms on the bed, and he rolled her carefully back onto her back.
Part of him could hardly believe he’d used the flimsy excuse of locking up her pool to work his way into her bed. He’d known her casually for weeks, but this was breaking all kinds of rules he’d set for himself. Della was sweet and perfect. He should’ve been taking his time with her. He spread her legs and slid his tongue between her slick labia.
He groaned against her heated flesh, and she hooked her hands under her knees to improve his access. “Fuck, I have to take you on the best ten dates of your life…starting tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she agreed breathlessly. “Then what?”
“Then I have to be such a perfect boyfriend that half your Facebook friend’s list thinks you’re a liar,” Jonah continued. “Your family will love me.”
Della arched up off the bed as he sucked at her hard little clit. “Oh, fuck, Jonah…” Her fingers clutched at the back of his head, but he didn’t have enough hair to latch onto.
“Yeah, God, I’m going to fuck you a lot.” He picked up the strip of condoms, separated one and tossed the rest back on the bed. He made quick work of ripping open the foil and rolling the latex into place.
Jonah glanced up to see her face and paused. “Like what you see?”
She smirked. “Yeah, I love a big dick. I’m so glad you’ve got one. I don’t think I could’ve handled the disappointment if you were…less than gifted.”
His face heated, and he went back to her pussy with a breathless little laugh. “You’re probably too much for me, lady.” He slid his hands under her ass, lifted her slightly, and licked her from hole to clit. He flicked his tongue several times before latching onto the hard little nub with his lips.
“Oh. That’s…” Della’s nails scratched gently over his scalp, and she arched up into his mouth. “You gotta… Jonah!”
He lowered her to the mattress and slowly moved forward. Dipping his tongue briefly into her naval, he played with little hoop piercing before seeking out one hard-tipped breast. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and teased it with the teeth. Della’s legs moved restlessly against his, tangling their bodies together as he settled between her thighs.
Jonah lifted his head as he moved forward again and settled his weight briefly on top of her. She shuddered at the pressure of his cock against her labia. He hesitated briefly before kissing her. Some women didn’t like to kiss after a man went down on them. He was rather relieved she wasn’t one of them. Her tongue played with his as they rocked against each other. He liked how hot and slick her cunt was—it made rubbing against her easy and pleasurable. But he was much too turned on to be satisfied with frottage.
He slid one hand down between them, positioning his cock with practiced ease. Jonah let the head of his cock slide just a little into her body before he retreated. He repeated the shallow invasion several times before she made a soft, frustrated sound.
“Easy,” he whispered softly as he pushed in again. “Just relax for me.” He kissed her again and shuddered as he sank slowly into her pussy. “You have such a hot, tight cunt.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as he settled in completely, his balls flush against her body. “You feel so fucking good on my cock, Della.”
“Fuck me,” Della demanded in a low tone as she curled her fingers over the top of his shoulders.
Jonah braced one hand on the mattress and the other at the top of the headboard to get the right leverage. He rolled his hips and started to thrust in and out of her body with deep, measured strokes. By the fourth stroke, she’d picked up his rhythm and met his downward plunge with the needy lift of her hips until they were slapping together—demanding and damp with sweat.
“Oh, that’s…” Della trailed off breathless as
she writhed on the mattress. “Right there, that’s perfect. Harder. Please, harder!”
He lifted off of her, pulled his cock from her clenching channel, and turned her over with insistent but gentle hands. Jonah gripped her hips and pulled her back onto his cock. Her cunt clenched around him, and she arched her back with a low moan.
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah,” Della agreed breathlessly as she rocked back against him.
“God, I love your ass,” Jonah confessed against her hair as he pulled her into his lap. He rolled his hips, fucking up into her pussy in a slow but relentless pace.
Della let her head fall back on his shoulder as he cupped her breasts. She curled her hands around his thighs and braced herself, soft little moans falling helplessly from her mouth. Jonah pinched her nipples, and she shuddered and bounced back on his cock roughly.
“Yeah, you like that,” Jonah murmured. He released one breast and slid that hand down her stomach and between her legs. He let his fingertips play briefly around his cock, teasing the rim of her stretched hole before moving back up to rub her clit. “I’d like to fuck your ass.”
“I’m not surprised by that at all,” Della admitted with a little laugh. She bit back a sob and turned her face against his neck. “Jonah!”
“You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
“You’d have to work for it,” Della admitted and pressed a kiss against his jaw.
He laughed, low and hard. “Yeah, I’ll work for it. I could eat your pussy for hours… You’d be so worn out from coming that by the time I slid my cock in your ass you’d be purring like a kitten.” Jonah turned his head slightly and kissed her mouth before rearranging her slightly in his lap and pushing her forward a little.
Della wrapped her hands around the top of the headboard and spread her legs a little farther as Jonah fucked into her hard and fast. Every heavy thrust of his cock into her pussy was a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was fucking perfect. His grip on her hips got a little tighter as he picked up his pace, and she bounced back on his cock as much as she could. Della was so far gone she wasn’t even trying to keep her groans to herself.
Jonah shoved one hand between her legs again, pressed firmly against her clit, and slammed into her. She came in a blinding rush. A sob wrenched free from her body as he continued to pound out his own release. Della shuddered as she started to come down from the rush of orgasm only to get lost in the sensation of having her over-stimulated clit handled so roughly.
The sounds of their slick skin slapping together combined with the wet sound of his cock thrusting deep into her unresisting body was devastatingly arousing.
“That’s it,” Jonah ground out. “Give me another, sweetheart. Come for me again.” He clenched his teeth on her shoulder, and Della fell apart with a full body shudder. “Christ, yes, just like that. Clench that tight little cunt on my dick.”
Della tightened her grip on the headboard and closed her eyes as Jonah thrust into her one final time and groaned against her neck as he came. His hips jerked against her twice, and he carefully pulled her back into his arms.
He kissed the side of her neck, ran his hands down her sides and over her thighs. “You are definitely the sweetest piece of ass in the entire region.”
She laughed and turned so she could look at his face. He took the opportunity to kiss her.
Chapter Five
Della slipped onto a stool in the kitchen, and after a few minutes of watching Jonah cook eggs, she opened her laptop and waited for the screen to turn on. It did after a few seconds, and she quickly launched her shortcut to Facebook. With a little laugh, she made a new photo album called Hot Neighbor and loaded the four pictures of Jonah in it.
“You look smug,” Jonah said from the stove. “What are you doing?”
Della laughed as she shrugged. “Just…hmm…taking care of a grievous oversight on my part. I can’t have you being upset because I didn’t put your pictures up on my Facebook.”
He chuckled. “And your status?”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it for a few minutes, and I have no idea what I’m going to put on it. I was leaning toward, My Hot Neighbor is a Sex God, but the Lord knows you don’t need that kind of ego stimulation.” She eyed him and found the view of him in yesterday’s jeans and nothing else quite nice. She glanced at her screen and laughed. “Congrats, seventy-two of my closest friends and Farm Town neighbors just liked your picture.”
Jonah laughed. “Just do me a favor and don’t ever put a picture of my dick on your Facebook.”
“You have every reason to be proud of it,” Della offered. “It’s very pretty.”
“My dick is not pretty.” Jonah offered her a totally fraudulent glare, and she smirked.
“Oh, it is,” Della said. “It’s like something out of a porn movie. Nice fat head, hanging straight as you please, thick and long. It’s the kind of cock a girl could, you know, get used to having around.”
Jonah shook his head ruefully. “Well, we have ten dates coming up.”
“Whoa there, Sailor.” Della held up her hand. “We have ten of the most amazing dates I’ve ever had coming up. I take sex promises very seriously, you know. I was promised ten of the best dates ever, then months of you being a really awesome boyfriend, and lots of fucking.” She glanced him over. “And if all that goes well, and my mother doesn’t hate you…I might consent to more fucking because your cock is so pretty.” She propped her chin up on her hand. “Who am I kidding? I’d still hit it even if my mother loathed your parents for conceiving you.”
Jonah set a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of her. “Why don’t you pour us some orange juice?”
“Gah, I thought you were doing all the work,” Della complained good-naturedly. “You give a man some pussy and he takes over your kitchen and makes you breakfast. What is this modern world we live in?”
She made quick work with the juice and brought it to the counter where he’d put a plate of toast for them to share. There was entirely too much bread on the plate but she figured he needed the carbs for his daily activities, which had to outstrip her own by literally miles.
Jonah slid up on a stool and took a deep breath. “Your family won’t care that I’m white?”
Della quirked an eyebrow. “Well, that would be slightly hypocritical of them since my mother is white.” She laughed at his raised eyebrow. “The bar and grille I inherited from my granddad used to be an Irish pub. Mom habitually falls back on the Catholic wagon. That’s one reason why I’m currently mostly dead to her.”
“Mostly dead?” Jonah questioned.
“She found my behavior on Facebook lewd and unseemly so she unfriended me as punishment. Unfortunately, I think she’s under the impression that I can still be rescued from my sinful, horrible, no good, bad ways so she hasn’t officially declared that I’m dead to her. I’m like in a state of limbo right now. Before Faith got married, our mother spent six months pretending she had only one daughter. Faith had the best time of her life, and I suffered so much that I actually lobbied two months straight for Faith’s resurrection. Then, shit got serious because our mother tried to get me to join her quilting circle. I was forced to blackmail Faith into apologizing to prevent being abducted by a quilting cult full of old ladies.”
“She sounds rather amusing actually,” Jonah murmured. “Vivid personalities don’t seem to be in short supply in your family.”
“What about your family?”
“Traditional, southern, and middle class. Both of my parents were teachers. They’re retired now and living in Florida. I’m an only child, and they have a whole wall dedicated to me and my service in the Navy. The whole thing falls somewhere between morbid and sweet.”
“Morbid?” Della asked.
“Yeah,” Jonah sighed. “It’s kind of like my mom got started on a shrine in case I died or something.” He rubbed the back his head and shrugged. “I was MIA for about six weeks. When I came home, injured and on medical leave, it was
all up on the wall. Graduation pictures, snapshots I’d sent her of my Team, the medals that the Navy sent them when they sent my personal effects to the house. It was creepy as hell, but I guess it helped her get through the waiting.”
“Why…” Della took a deep breath and moved her eggs around with her fork as she considered her words. “Why were you missing for so long? Did you have to hide or something?”
“I can’t talk about it, sweetheart, not in detail, but I was a prisoner in a place that doesn’t even exist on a map anymore.”
Della took a deep breath. “But you’re not…you’re not doing that anymore, right?”
“I train others to do what I did,” Jonah explained. “That doesn’t mean that I won’t end up back in the field if I’m needed. I have a specialized skill set and the SEALS are the best of the best for a reason. If the Navy needs me for a mission, they won’t hesitate to put me where they need me with little to no warning.”
“Is that likely to happen?”
Jonah shrugged. “I can’t give a percentage, Della. It is what it is. It isn’t as likely to happen now as it once did. One of the reasons why I resisted settling down and starting a family is I never knew when I’d be around to participate in their lives. I made the changes I made because I’m ready to…have a different life. A life that includes more than just the Navy and the Teams.”
“Okay,” Della murmured. She made a production out of piling her eggs and bacon on toast to make a sandwich. “Should I say anything to Scott about being in my backyard last night, or just overlook it as his youthful exuberance?”
“I don’t know a lot about the guy, but he has no business creeping around your house looking in your windows,” Jonah answered. “Talk to his sister.”
She sighed. “Then I’ll have to tell her about the conversation we had where he basically implied that I was a whore and since I was available and desperate he should get to fuck me.”
