Sammi rummaged in her coat pocket for her keys, trying desperately not to turn around and plaster herself across Dave. The jerk was taking full advantage of her frustration as she opened the little gate leading to her cottage, sliding his hands around her hips, and standing somewhat closer than was strictly necessary.
“You need some help with finding those pesky keys, honey?” he murmured into her ear. He drew a gentle line along her piercings with the tip of his nose and dropped a tiny kiss on the side of her neck.
Sammi shivered, the man knew how to push her buttons. She dug further, hooking the ring from the tear in the lining of her pocket and swearing for the sixth time she’d get a new coat. She meant to, but Lizzie’d had a growth spurt and the money only went so far when the Federation didn’t have her on active ops. Hazard pay was a godsend.
She was brought short by the doorstep and Dave pressed in closer. His warmth spread through her layers and she basked a little, she’d noticed that when they’d worked out together, the man was a radiator.
She pushed the key in and turned it, mentally praying her mum still planned to have Lizzie round her house for the night. Weeks she’d been holding back around Dave, weeks of gently deflecting flirty comments, averting her eyes to the frankly unfair amount of freckled, silky-smooth skin displayed in gym mirrors, declining invites and offers of help because she didn’t want to lead him on.
An echoing emptiness greeted her; the usual entryway detritus tidied into the sorter boxes Alonya had brought round as a ‘gift’.
Sammi stepped in, entering the alarm code with one hand, shrugging off her coat and hanging it on the hook with the other, turning and pushing the keys back into the lock as a habit. She faced Dave.
He’d neatly sidestepped her just-in-the-house routine and was leaning against the wall. She took a breath and smiled.
He moved closer and started to pull his sweater off over his head slowly. He was deliberately crowding her, pushing her space, challenging her to push back. He moved the same way he fought.
Sammi ran her hands up his chest and caught the edge of the cloth. She pushed it out of the way, running her fingers through the longer strands of his hair on the way past.
“Should I hang this up?” he rumbled.
She smiled gently; he was teasing. She took the item and held it up, dropping it very deliberately on the floor.
He smiled and hooked a finger into the edge of the flannel she’d worn over her camisole.
“You look warm, maybe you should take this off?” he slowly unfastened the lowest button, looking at her through his lashes.
She momentarily lost herself in the brush of his fingers. The urge to rip his belt open fought with the squealy joy at being seduced, of taking her time and enjoying the silly, teasing, pre-foreplay she usually ignored in favour of protecting herself from getting too close. She knew this was dangerous, knew Dave, Mason, Jonesy, Kip and Alec might all be ordered back to the US tomorrow, but she just didn’t care anymore.
Dave watched her watching his hands and moved up another button. He could practically feel the sensuality fighting its way out of the usually painfully practical woman.
He’d been drawn to her since they met, despite his warnings to the boys. He moved up another button, using the shirt to tug her a little closer still.
She moved to him easily, resting her hands on his hips.
“I still think you’re overdressed,” Sammi whispered. She looked up, blue eyes meeting blue. Drowning, dark ocean against pale sky.
Dave undid the last button on her shirt and pushed it over her shoulders with a whisper of a touch. Her eyes fluttered closed as his fingertips skimmed the back of her upper arms, pushing the warm flannel to tumble to the floor and nestle next to his sweater.
“Where’s your bedroom honey?” Dave trailed back down her arms and tangled his fingers in hers. His slight height advantage afforded him an exceptional view down the low scoop neck of the spaghetti-strap top thing she wore. He was beginning to lose control, and after kissing her senseless and throwing her over his desk at the office he wanted to do at least part of the night right.
“Don’t fancy the wall then love?” she smiled at the faux consideration as he studied the space appraisingly and continued,
“Third door down the way,” she nodded in the direction and he started to walk backwards slowly, drawing her with him by their clasped hands.
“Do you have any idea how completely gorgeous you are?” he asked gently. He watched the blush bloom over the apples of her cheeks and make decent ground over her chest.
“Really, you’re all pink blushes and this little upturned nose, and these delicate hands,” he pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. He threw a heated glance to her chest and carried on,
“And I gotta say, those shorts you wear to work out in are a particular favourite of mine…”
Sammi laughed at the exaggerated leer and drawl. They rounded the door to her room, and she reached to light the lamp on the bedside table.
Now in her private space Dave faltered slightly.
Sammi picked up on the change in energy and slinked up to him, taking control of the moment. Her kiss was soft, moving gently across his lips, along his jaw. She slid her hands up his T-shirt and pushed it off him. The light played over the sharp dips and planes of his torso. She ran her thumbs over his nipples.
His breath caught. He pushed the strap of her top over the curve of her shoulder, watching it fall. She kissed his chest. He kissed her neck. She arched into his touch. He flexed his grip on her waist, laughing softly as she squirmed.
“Ticklish?” he asked
“A little.” She looked up and traced his features, committing his expression to memory.
He cupped the back of her neck and leant in, claiming her mouth, and pulling her into his warmth. Sammi wrapped around him like a vine, battling for dominance as his tongue brushed her lip. She opened for him eagerly, tasting coffee and caramel. She bit his lower lip gently, moving to his neck and gripping his shoulders.
He wrapped a strong arm around her waist and lifted her. The bed was less than a step away, but he liked having her in his arms. He laid her back against the pillows, fumbling with the button on her jeans, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. She tugged at his belt, both gasping with effort as they tried to both strip and keep touching.
Dave pushed her jeans down a little, giving his hand space to work, he stroked careful fingertips over her mound, above her underwear. He settled onto his hip, lining up along her body with his arm tucked under her shoulders. He could feel her pressed along his side, warm and lithe, strong as she planted her feet on the mattress and pushed her hips into his hand.
“Stop teasing love,” she gasped.
He smiled and leant down to kiss her, keeping the gentle pressure and feather-light touches. She was petite to start with, and while he wasn’t under any impression that he packed more heat than average he really wanted this to be good for her.
Sammi kissed him back eagerly, chasing the burn of his stubble and threading her fingers through his hair and gripping. The slight noise when she pulled the blonde strands flagged in the back of her mind as something to investigate for later. She tried to hook her leg around his knee to get closer to him but the bastard didn’t move, just stayed there, covering her with his body, holding her close with one gorgeous arm and using the other hand to light fires under her skin everywhere.
She could feel the thickness of his bicep under her neck flexing as he moved with her. She pulled forwards suddenly, shoving at the waistband of her jeans and kicking them off, stripping her underwear away with them and flinging both into a corner of the room.
Dave chuckled, pulling her back into his embrace, running one large hand up her thigh to palm one perfect, taut butt cheek and squeeze it.
“Oh, god, yes! Harder,” Sammi moaned into his mouth, nipping at his lip, and dragging her nails down his chest.
The sharp bite of pain lit his nerve endings up, the softness of her skin against his hands registering with more clarity and cutting through the hazy arousal that clouded him.
She looked debauched, all kiss-swollen lips and lust-blown pupils, writhing and pulling at his clothes.
Dave tipped her onto her back and straddled her knees. She stretched her arms above her head and arched, preening under the sheer adoration in his gaze. Her silky skin glowed in the lamplight, begging for him to pink it up. He wondered if she was into spanking, her skin took on colour so well, where he’d kissed and nipped at her throat, she carried the colour still. His fingerprints lay a pale reminder of his grip on her ass and he ached to grab it again.
Sammi writhed under his weight on her thighs. The only benefit of his sitting there- still in his jeans!- was the view and the peculiar kink she enjoyed being the only one in bed naked.
She wanted him to wrap that big hand around her throat and push slow and hard into her, to fill her up and surround her. She wanted him to be just a little rough, she’d seen him do nice, and caring, and kind and patient. Now she wanted hard, and hot, and certain.
“What do you want to do with me?” she breathed, deliberately keeping her arms still but thrusting her chest up, pink nipples erect and desperate for attention, wrists together near the headboard, silently willing him to take the hint.
Dave drank in the vision between his thighs and a voice in the back of his head gently reminded him that if he touched her again with his dick stuck behind his zipper, he may get too hard to be able to get his pants off. He twisted his leg away to roll off her and struggled out of his clothes, freeing his aching cock, and taking a deep breath.
“I want you to feel good. I want you to feel good about this tomorrow. I want to feel you come. I want to see you lose control,” he growled. He kissed the outside of her knee and shifted gracefully onto his hands and knees.
Sammi breathed shakily, he looked like he was hunting her, crawling up her body, planting firm, open mouthed kisses along the way.
“What do you want me to do with you?” he licked a stripe over one pebbled nipple. He was carefully bracing himself on his knees and hands, dipping down to taste her but keeping most of his body a tantalising few inches away.
She writhed under his tongue, trying to touch more of him without breaking her self-imposed restraints.
“I want you. I want you to fuck me like I won’t break. I want to see your hands on me, take me, make me yours,” she breathed.
Dave looked up from his position at her chest and checked in with her. The wrecked need in her voice pulled something primal inside him and he wanted to take her but needed to make sure she wanted him too.
“Are you sure baby?” he asked, cradling her face, and smoothing the heat from her cheek.
She nodded and planted a loving kiss onto his mouth, the heat ramping up as she bit his lip and pulled back a little.
He jerked forwards involuntarily and saw her smile. The challenge in her face was unmistakable and he grinned ferally. He leant back and deliberately picked up each of her legs, placing them on his broad shoulders and gripping each ankle.
She noted how his hands encompassed her and let out a shaky moan.
He kissed the inside of each ankle, scraping his teeth at intervals and moving his hands up by a few inches as he kissed. The soft, smooth underside of her calves slid over his back as he reached her knees, still kissing, biting gently and soothing the marks with his tongue. His hands gripped hard, she still hadn’t moved her arms, choosing instead to let him take his time, to let him have her.
“Good girl, staying so still for me, so beautiful,” he snarled and laid a bruising kiss to her inner thigh. She moaned and pushed her thigh into his mouth, the edge of pain from the hickey he was working on racing through her body and lighting up the trail of stubble burn deliciously.
“Oh god, keep doing that, do it again, yes!” she gasped.
Dave slid his hands under her and gripped both sides of her ass, pulling her hips up to bring her drenched pussy up to his mouth. The tilt threw her legs wide and Sammi breathed in the feeling of freedom. He propped his elbows up on the bed and settled himself in the space between her knees. She looked delicious, pale pink with trimmed blonde curls coloured darker with wetness. He placed gentle kisses around her lips, adding pressure nearer her thighs and easing near her clit.
The noises she was making were getting louder, little moans and breaths each time he touched his mouth to her skin. He kept track of the flinches as she wriggled, squirming into his face. He used the cues to pick where to lick, where to brush his nose gently, where to gently nip.
Sammi felt like she was flying, everything felt tight and open at the same time, her breasts begged for contact, her ass burned where he gripped her and her cunt was so wet, so open and begging to be stuffed full.
“Please love, please fuck me, I want it, fuck me hard,” she panted. Dave looked up, he’d been planning on spending some time winding her up to a fever-pitch, edging her and playing with her. She sounded so desperate. He leant up,
“You want me to fuck you now, hard and fast, then eat you for dessert later?” He pinched her nipple and pulled, loving the squeal she tried to bite back.
She nodded,
“Yes, please, now, now, now,” she whined, arching to follow the pressure on her swollen bud.
“Condoms?” Dave looked at the nightstand and reached when she nodded.
He tore the box open, sheathing up and trying to handle himself as little as possible. He tore a packet of lube and spread it messily and hurriedly over the surface, certain she was wet enough alone but taking no chances.
“This isn’t going to last long this time around, I’m too wound up, but I’ll make it up to you, ok baby?” He leant forwards and kissed her.
“I don’t care, give it to me!” Sammi curled a hand down to his aching cock, lining him up and squeezing.
Dave pushing into her in one long, slow, inexorably hot slide. She moaned the whole way, pushing into him and wrapping her arm around his neck. Her legs gripped his sides and she ground into him.
“Oh yes! God, yes! Like that, again!” her inner muscles gripped him, he could feel the rock-hard bud of her clit pressed into his groin. He pulled back and shoved in again hard, one hand bracing him against the bedhead and the other hooked under her knee, pushing her leg up.
She felt like silk, moved like a demon, and gripped him like she’d never let him go. He thrust again, the bed knocking the wall, muffled by her shout.
Sammi clawed his back, spurring him on, pulling with her legs to get closer to him. She set her teeth into his shoulder to keep her noises down and revelled in the sharp thrust that followed.
Dave pushed back, scooping her up to hold flush against his body as he leant back and pulled her to straddle his thighs. He wrapped her up and held her still, fucking up into her and claiming her mouth with his.
Sammi marvelled at the strength as she rode, he was kneeling, moving her easily and taking her weight so she could leverage her orgasm and make him hit that spot inside on each stroke. She squeezed him in with her thighs and moved to match him, speeding up as his cock grew harder inside her.
Her nerves lit, her orgasm building and building as she felt his thrusts become erratic.
“Come in me love, I want to feel it, give it to me, fuck me with your hard cock, make me take it, fuck me hard, come on, harder, I’m going to come, give it to me, give it to me!” the litany of filth fell from her lips, gasped into his ear while she fisted his hair and slid against him, sweat-slicked and so close.
Dave didn’t need the encouragement, the only thing holding him back from painting the inside of the condom was feeling her fluttering, the clenching rhythm telling him she was close. He took a chance,
“You’re such a good girl, taking my cock so well, come for me baby, come on my big, hard cock now!” He didn’t have room for embarrassment, too far gone to care, surrounded by her body, the room filled with sweat and sex and heat. He wrapped a hand around her throat and jaw and pulled her face to his to kiss her.
He thrust again, her words gone, just a constant, jerking cry and he finally felt her release. A gush of wetness covered his cock and tipped him over the edge, dimming his vision and wiping out his control. He fell back, still holding her, dragging her against him as he felt her ride the aftershocks of her orgasm on his softening dick. Breathless almost-kisses peppered his face and he wrapped her into a close embrace.
Sammi tried to catch her breath, the bruises making themselves know, she relished the burn. The throbbing ache in her pussy pushed the glow of satisfaction through her body and she muffled a giggle into his shoulder.
“I really hope you don’t want to eat me just yet, cos I’m going to need a minute after that love!”
Dave laughed, kissing the skin he could reach and flexing his feet. Both had gone dead from his sitting on them with her in his lap, but he couldn’t find himself to care.
“Gimme two minutes and sit on my face baby, I can do this all night, and I’ll make you breakfast in the mornin’,” he turned to her and grinned.
She took in his flushed face, mussed hair, and lazy post-sex smile. The heat she’d carefully banked since they’d met had raged into a mind-blowing orgasm and was now settling into a wildfire she couldn’t control.
She was so fucked.
May as well enjoy it while she had it.