Page 30 of False Flag

“Yes. Yes, you are.”

He stepped out of the pile of clothes at his feet, then bent down to pull off his socks. He rose and watched as her gaze slid down his nude body, much as his had hers. “You like?” He slowly moved in a circle so she could inspect all of him.

“Very much. You’re beautiful, Jake.”

The softly worded compliment struck him. No teasing. No jokes.

She wanted him. The ridiculous doubts that had crept in with Dillard’s comments evaporated.

He studied the beautiful naked woman who had invaded his cabin and now waited for him on his bed. “And you’re magnificent.”

She crooked a beckoning finger. “Get over here. I need to touch you.”

He climbed onto the bed and settled beside her. She rolled to her side and ran a hand over his biceps, pecs, and abs, before moving to his waist, hips, and finally cupped his buttocks.

She kissed him, a long, deep, open-mouth kiss, before her lips trailed down and explored the same ground her hand had covered.

When she got to his abs, his heavy erection nudged at her throat. “I’m not trying to be rude,” he said. “It’s just that you’re right there.”

She laughed. Her hand left his ass and grazed his hip, then slid between his legs, cupping his balls before moving upward to wrap her fingers around the base of his cock. “Well, hello to you too,” she said to his hard prick. “Aren’t you a gorgeous thing?”

“It’s been eager to meet you for a while now.”

She tilted her head back and met his gaze. Her eyes were smoky with desire as she slipped out her tongue and licked the precum from the tip, then opened up and took the head into her mouth.

He bucked at the feel of her tongue and again when she lightly sucked. Her hand stroked up and down the shaft as she held him there in her mouth, her tongue twirling around the tip.

“Anastacia.” Her name was more groan than the whisper he’d been aiming for.

Her reaction was instant. She pushed him to his back and rolled with him, opened wide, and took him deep into her throat. He threaded his fingers through her hair and said her name again.

She sucked and stroked and took him deep again, then released him. She met his gaze, her mouth open, her lips just brushing the tip of his cock as she said, “Jacob.”

And then she took him into the back of her throat again, making sounds of pleasure as she sucked and stroked. He lay on his back, watching his cock disappear between her wet lips over and over. He was impossibly hard, and still, she took him in.

He needed every ounce of concentration to maintain control. He would not come yet.

No. He needed to taste her first.

And if she’d let him, he wanted to come inside her. “I have condoms,” he managed to say as she continued her glorious torture.

She raised her head. “You do?”

“I bought them last night. After I knew you’d be here today. Never really dreamed I’d get to use them, though.”

“I have some too. But my bag is in the barracks.”

“You didn’t plan this, then? Coming here and seducing me?”

She licked his hard prick before replying. “Not at all. I wasn’t really thinking when I left the party and wandered over here.”

“I saw you go out on the balcony. When you didn’t come back after ten minutes, I went out to find you. I was worried what Dillard said bothered you more than you wanted to admit.”

“His small-minded sexism can’t hurt me. And I think we might have gotten through to him tonight at least a little bit.”

Jake reached down and stroked her breast. “When I didn’t find you on the balcony. I figured you’d gone to bed. The party was no fun without you, so I came here.” He grabbed her just beneath the ribs and dragged her upward, her skin sliding along his until her face was close enough to kiss. “This party is infinitely more fun, but not at all what I expected.”

“I like to be unpredictable.”