AllFreeNovel
Share Us
They stopped at the Italian deli for olives and coppa, then the veggie stand across the way for cucumbers, tomatoes and basil. Laney grabbed a second cucumber and Kyle wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her tight to his side.
“Is that all you’re going to eat while I’m gone?” He laughed against her hair as he nuzzled closer.
“Well, this and a daily pick-up of Thai food, yes.” She looped her arms around his neck. “You’re only going to be away for five days. I’ll survive.”
He stole her mouth for a quick kiss then patted her on the butt. “Let’s get you home and fed before my flight. Who knows when your next good meal will be.”
An idea started to percolate as they made a late lunch together, Kyle making a balsamic vinaigrette while Laney chopped vegetables and a coarse baguette into similar sized cubes. She fetched a block of Pecorino cheese from the fridge and shaved thick curls onto their bowls before they dug in. “Tell me more about the conference itinerary,” she prompted, waving her fork in the air.
“The first two days will be jam-packed, that’s the graduate student symposium. But once the full conference gets under way, I’ll probably have an afternoon or morning free each day. Willem wants to do a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon. I think I’d just be happy checking out the Strip.”
“And you’re back on Thursday?”
“Yeah. The conference doesn’t end until Friday, but the cheaper flight—and getting back to you—made it worthwhile.”
“How much were flights on Sunday?” She thought she’d asked the question casually enough, but apparently not.
He put his fork down and reached across the table to snag her hand. “Don’t.”
“I’m just asking—”
“No offence, sweetheart, but you’re going to get my hopes up. You won’t be able to get away. And that’s okay. It’s not like I’ve had a lifelong fantasy of a dirty weekend in Vegas with you or anything.” God, the things his grin did to her insides…and some important parts of her outsides, too.
“Lifelong?”
He gave her a hungry look. “Laney, you’ve starred in my fantasies since before I knew what made Vegas…well, Vegas.”
Was she purring out loud? “We’ll go sometime. I promise.”
“Like we’ll get away to Mexico and get married?” His doubting tone didn’t hold any malice, which was a not-so-minor miracle. She really didn’t deserve him and his endless patience. “Besides, we’re going to New York next month for that MedEd conference.” He pushed away from the table and came around to her side. He stroked the nape of her neck for a minute before gathering her hair in a ponytail and tugging her head back so he could kiss her. He pressed deeper, as if he could show her his love and promise with his passion that the details didn’t matter.
Didn’t matter as much as their love. But maybe she’d been relying on that promise and Kyle’s unwavering commitment a little too much of late. Just because he understood didn’t mean she couldn’t surprise him.
Starting with the half hour before they had to leave for the airport. She looked up at the gorgeous man looming over her, her man, who’d let her walk away once but never would again. She slid out of her chair, dropping to her knees on the hardwood floor. A floor he’d laid with his bare hands—and a few power tools.
“Have I told you today just how much I love you?” She licked her lips as she undid his belt. Beneath the dark denim of his jeans, his solid thighs flexed toward her and he grunted his appreciation for what she was offering. “I really, really do.” She dragged his zipper open, relishing the growing bulge pressing against her knuckles. She did that to him. He did everything for her, but she could bring him pleasure.
It wasn’t enough, but it was something.
“We’ve got time if you want to go upstairs,” he rasped, stroking his thumb over her lower lip. She swiped her tongue out and tasted the saltiness of his rough skin there. Different from the silky texture of his cock, still hidden behind red boxer briefs, but just as delicious. Every inch of Kyle’s body made her hungry for another taste.
But she was still sore from their pre-dawn encounter. And this was just for him. She settled back on her heels and pulled her t-shirt off. She traced her fingers along the lacy edge of her bra and looked up at Kyle with her best coquettish glance. “I was thinking maybe I should jerk you off and you could come…right here.”
“Jesus Christ, Laney.” His normally brown eyes were darker than ink and heavy with lust. Triumphant pride roared through her body, tightening her nipples and flooding her sex. Maybe this wasn’t entirely for him.
She wriggled closer and brushed her face against the soft cotton triangle exposed by his open fly. Against her cheek, his erection strained for more significant contact. She twisted her head in his general direction but let her eyes drift shut, breathing in his subtle scent. Five days was nothing in the grand scheme of their relationship. Until he’d moved to Chicago, they’d done weeks at a time. But she’d gotten used to having him whenever she—or he—wanted. For love or lust or just a cuddle.
“Would you rather my mouth?” she murmured, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. “Wet and warm…I could do that thing you like with my tongue.”
He made a strangled sound and fisted one hand in her hair. “Hand or mouth, Lane, I don’t care which.”
She grinned, not caring if she looked like the Cheshire cat, and wiggled her fingers under his waistband. He hissed in a breath, then let it out in a dirty, low laugh as she opened her mouth and took just his head inside. He’d been her first—for this and everything else—and in the decade they spent apart, she’d avoided oral sex. Now as she savoured the heavy weight of his cock on her tongue and breathed him in, she rejoiced that she’d come to love this act. And not just because, as his hands tightened in her hair, he so obviously enjoyed it.
A few tentative bobs of her head provided more than enough lubricant to take him deeper, then she did, enjoying the rough slide and reluctant retreat of his hips as he set the rhythm he wanted.
At first she just hollowed out her cheeks, sucking hard enough to keep him groaning. That sound…there was nothing better in the world than bringing him this kind of pleasure. Then she upped her game and did the thing with her tongue, the wiggly twist against the frenulum on the underside of the head of his cock. It started with a flutter and then grew more purposeful, teasing the stretched foreskin around his engorged and exposed crown. Side to side she twisted her head, looping her tongue around and up and back down again until he gasped. He didn’t need to tap her on the shoulder and ask her what she wanted him to do—that was one of the perks of a long-term relationship, they both knew the score. If she didn’t want him in her mouth, she’d move.
She didn’t move. With a hum, she relaxed her jaw and let him explode on her tongue, swallowing with each pulse. Her hands had settled on his hips, and beneath her touch he was rock solid, his muscles clenched in release but also just keeping himself upright. She’d bugged him one night to tell her what his orgasms were like and she knew that right now he was hovering between pleasure and pain. She scooted out of the way and nudged him in the direction of a chair as she moved to the fridge in search of a drink.
