Fly by Night ~ A Love Under the Sun Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 49

"What?"

"Nothing. I just like saying your name."

"I like having you say it."

He kissed her deeply as his hands deftly removed her panties. His boxers followed and they lay half on and half off the bed, with him between her legs. He lifted her knees to his shoulders, bending his head to kiss her belly.

"Do you want me?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Yes!"

"Who do you want?"

"Elam. Only Elam!"

He nipped her belly, flanks and thighs before lowering his head between her legs. She stiffened slightly. This was something Alec had never tried. She pushed at his head, but Elam took her wrists gently in one of his hands, holding them on her belly as he nudged her thighs apart with his chin. Her protests ceased the second his tongue touched her. Gasping, she writhed toward him. He let go of her hands and she grabbed his hair, moving his head so he could lave and suckle all the hard to reach places. Wild with desire, she reached for his firm, hot cock.

"I need this," she gasped. "Now!" She scooted up on the bed, dragging him with her. "Now!" she insisted.

"Condom," he mumbled, nipping her hip.

Blythe grabbed one from the drawer and helped him roll it on. Her hand tugged on him again, making it apparent exactly what she wanted.

Kissing her deeply, he slid into her slick canal. Blythe gasped as he drove in and up, meeting no resistance on the way. He repeated the movement, getting the same response. Blythe tried to speed him up, shoving her hips up to meet his as he glided in and out.

"Faster," she begged. "Please!"

"Relax," he whispered. "Enjoy it. We have only one first time. Let it last." He kept his strokes slow and smooth.

Soon, even he couldn't maintain the slow pace. Holding her hips still, he drove into her faster and deeper. Blythe struggled against him, needing to move. He let go, allowing her to set the pace. She lunged and bounced against him, her voice rising as her climax neared.

"Say my name," he commanded, holding her hips still once more.

"Elam," she moaned.

"Again!" His hips pumped quickly, bringing her closer still.

"Elam! Oh, God! Give it to me now!" she wailed, begging him for release.

Pleased with her response, he complied, his hips hammering against hers. Their bodies bounced against the mattress, moving as one.

A hot explosion built inside Blythe, so powerful, she couldn't hold it any longer. Gasping and moaning, she clung to his ass, taking him as deep as he could go.

"Yes! Oh, Elam! Yes!" She came in a white hot rush.

"Blythe!" he groaned as her muscles tightened on him.

Breathless, they laughed and gasped, flopping on the bed. Sticky with sweat, they cuddled in the middle of the bed.

"Was I right?" he asked quietly.

"About?"

His smug smile made her laugh.

"Yes, sex with you was absolutely fantastic."

"Ditto."

"Alec—"

"I don't really want to hear about the dead husband," he said tersely.

"Let me finish," she said, licking his nipple. "Alec never made me feel the way you just did—like I could fly."

"Really?"

"Really. We had good sex," she continued. "But I never had a climax like that, and I never wanted him again immediately after we finished. I loved him dearly, but I think I can love you even more."

Their kiss lasted a very long time. Soon, Elam felt the familiar, happy stirrings in his loins and knew he was ready for round two.

They made love again, languidly, experimentally, exploring one another's bodies. Afterward, they showered and had a late supper, heading immediately back to bed.

"You promised me something," she said as he suckled her breast.

"What?"

"Reverse cowgirl. You said you'd show me."

Elam laughed, nodding. "I did. Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He lay on his back, positioning her above him. With a thrust of his hips, he entered her from behind. Blythe gasped, riding him slowly, enjoying the new sensations the position afforded. It felt marvelous, exciting nerve clusters that had never had the proper attention before. It took far less time for her to near her orgasm this time. She lost momentum when her legs tired. Elam lifted her off him, enduring her protests stoically as he positioned her on her hands and knees.

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Game Junkies ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes ~ Part 28

 

In the morning, they woke late, spent some quality time in bed and got up to fix brunch. Colby knew he needed to go by his apartment and get some clothing for work. He worked at a small computer repair and sales company during the week. Avery was a scribe for a doctor's office. They both had to work Monday morning, but they had the rest of Sunday to spend together.

Around 2:00, he braved the gathering cold and headed to his apartment. Avery had laundry to do, so she stayed at her place. Her washer and drier were somewhat unpredictable, so she couldn't leave a load while she went out. Besides, they needed a short break from each other. They'd been in one another's company longer than this before, but not as a couple. Neither of them was entirely sure how to act and it was tiring. At least they both acknowledged the fact and realized they needed a little time apart.

Colby drove to his apartment. Snowflakes fluttered down, not quite sticking. When he got to his apartment, his spot and his guest spot were both occupied. It was unwritten law in the complex that the guest spot was flexible, as long as someone asked. The fact that both spots, clearly marked, were taken, he was angry. He parked behind both cars and went into his apartment, slamming the door. A few minutes later, angry voices rose outside. He heard a thump followed by cursing. Figuring that at least one of the people in his spot had come out, he got his jacket and went outside.

A big man with lots of tattoos and body piercings, was kicking Colby's car. There was a dent in the driver's side door. He held a tire iron and was taking a swing when Colby caught him.

"What the fuck!" Colby yelled. "That's my car, dude!"

"You've got me parked in, you cock sucker!"

"You're in my spot, you fucktard. Park in my spot, I'll park you in. All you had to do was come ask me to move."

"You could have asked me to move."

Colby stood with his hands on his hips. "Right. And I knew exactly where you were?"

The man glared at Colby. "I was right next door, man."

"Don't give a fuck where you were. Don't park in my spot. Do you know who's in the my other place?"

The man shrugged.

"Move your car and don't park there again, or I'll call the cops. It's got my number on it."

"Just dropping by my buddy's place. I wasn't there long."

"I don't care, dude. My spot is my spot."

"Don't get an attitude, you douchebag. I can park where I want." He turned aggressive, coming at Colby with the tire iron.

Having anticipated this, Colby blocked the ill timed swing, knocking the tire iron from the man's hand. He grabbed the guy's wrist, wrenching his arm behind him. Nose and eyebrow rings clacked against the aggressive man's hood, as Colby flattened his face on the cold metal. He jerked up on the man's arm, making him howl. Other doors opened. The new tenants watched warily. Three doors down, his neighbor Buck, who was former Army, came over.

"Sup, Colby?"

"Dude's fucking crazy," the tattooed man screamed. "Tried to break my fucking arm."

"What I see is a dent in his door, a tire iron at your feet and you face down on a car hood." Buck pulled out his phone and called the police. "That's assault, cabrón." He made his call and put his phone away. "You gonna let that douchebag up, Colb?"

"I don't want him to run."

"He's not running, cause he knows I'll catch him. If I catch him, this scenario changes." He glowered at the tattooed man. "So, we're gonna stand here nicely while we wait for the cops. Then you're going to jail."

The door down the way slammed shut. Colby eased his grip on the angry man, allowing him to rise. Buck moved closer, standing with his burly arms crossed over his muscular chest. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and desert camouflage pants.

"Your buddy isn't as stupid as you," Buck said. "Smart is good, considering what he's doing in there. You think I don't see. I see everything, puta. I make mental notes. I don't like drug dealers down the way from my kids. You can tell your buddy to watch his back."

"What's one spic gonna do to me?"

Buck took another step closer, still more than three feet away, but less than four. He smiled, arms still folded.

"I'll make it my personal business to make you regret your attitude."

Buck smiled again. It was the most predatory look Colby had ever seen. A cop car drove up, lights flashing. Another followed. Two officers, both of whom were nearly as big as Buck, hopped out. Colby and Buck explained what had happened. One officer examined the damage while the other cuffed the tattooed man.

"We pressing assault charges?" the cop with the cuffs asked.

"I'm pressing charges! He almost pulled my arm out," the tattooed man blustered.

"My friend is smaller and unarmed. He was attacked without provocation," Buck told the cop.

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First Meeting from The Ninja Tattoo

This isn't specifically their first meeting, but that was so short, I like to use this scene instead. Teague inadvertently ran into Vivica when opening the door at Dunkin' Donuts. To apologize, he bought her a cup of coffee, but had to rush to get to work. He did, however, make sure to drive slowly by the windows of the building so she could see the name of the business on the side of his truck.

Teague stopped at Taco Bell and picked himself up a late lunch. He ate in the restaurant, going over this plans for Scott so that the plan would be fresh in his mind when he went to the nursery. He was making a list of necessary items when his phone rang.

"Wild Gardens. Teague speaking. How may I help you?"

"So, it is you," said the cheerful female voice on the other end. "It's not every day a man buys a girl a cup of coffee and runs off without a word. I had to beg Jenny to tell me your name, but she wouldn't give me your number."

"It's right on the side of the truck," he said with a laugh in his voice.

"So I noticed as you drove slowly by. You did that on purpose, you sly devil. Peak a girl's interest and satisfy her curiosity at the same time."

"Damn, I'm good. I didn't know I was that slick."

"Sneaky, you mean. So, hit any other women with doors in the past few hours?"

"No, but I've been kissed by a beautiful, older woman."

"Ooh, I'm jealous! Tell me who she is, I'll pay her a visit."

Teague laughed, picturing this nameless, exotic beauty coming up against Daisy.

"You might give the old girl heart failure," he said. "Daisy's spry, but I think you'd scare her half to death. Why don't you just let me buy you dinner to make up for my infidelity?"

There was a short pause. She sounded somewhat surprised when she answered, though whether with him or herself, he couldn't tell. "You know, I'd really like that, Teague."

"Great! Are you free tonight?"

"You're sure not shy. Do you always ask mysterious women out right after you meet them?"

"Only the ones I hit with the door. The others have to wait the standard three weeks before I ask them out."

"Am I setting myself up to get played?" She sounded concerned.

Wanting to immediately kill that thought, Teague got very serious. The laughter left his voice and he was very quiet before replying.

"I promise, I'm not like that," he said solemnly. "I don't even know your name."

Did he hear a sniffle? Had he made the woman cry? Cursing himself silently, he waited. She cleared her throat before replying.

"Vivica."

"That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you. So, is Teague your first name?"

"Yeah. My mom's maiden name. Originally McTeague. Dad talked her out of that, thank God."

She giggled, then laughed louder. "Fine Irish name it is," she said with a fairly decent brogue.

"Aye, so it is, lassie. So, about dinner?"

"Talk about persistent! Okay, what about dinner?"

"Where, when?" Please let it be soon, he added as a silent prayer.

"You tell me."

"I don't know your schedule."

"I work from home. I'm very flexible."

That statement could have been taken a variety of ways. Teague didn't let his mind dwell on the subtler, more risque meanings, though his heart jumped when she said that.

"Alright. Would it be presumptuous of me to invite you out for tonight? That's assuming that a beautiful, vivacious, resilient woman like you hasn't already got plans."

"Beautiful, vivacious and resilient? Baby, you aren't being presumptuous, but you are pulling out all the vocab stops. If I had plans, I'd reschedule because no other man I know can string those words together with any intelligence."

"Damn, I'm good."

His voice dropped to a silky, dark chocolate range that made Vivica shiver with anticipation. It was a voice designed to be seductive and it worked. She hadn't any plans and the idea of going out with Teague was incredibly appealing.

"I believe I can reschedule," she said. "Move a few things around and clear a window at, say, seven?"

"I can do seven. You like seafood?"

"I love swordfish," she countered.

"I happen to know a place that serves the best swordfish in the county."

"Really? Where?"

"That would be telling. See, this way, I have to come pick you up."

"I see. Handsome and sneaky."

"I'm told it's a large part of my charm."

"Oh, I thought your charm was simply your ability to run into women with doors."

Teague laughed happily, enjoying this conversation more than just about any he'd ever had. He could tell that Vivica would keep him hopping, and he looked forward to it eagerly. She gave him her address which he wrote on a napkin, putting it in his wallet before he misplaced it.

"You can find that alright?"

"I grew up here, I can find damn near everywhere."

"Good. I'd hate for you to get lost and be late."

"I'll see you at seven on the dot. You don't mind riding in a pickup, do you?"

"Why would I?"

"Some women don't like trucks."

Vivica laughed. He could picture her tossing her magnificent mane of chestnut colored hair.

"It's got four wheels and it goes vroom. I don't care. My brothers all drive trucks. As a matter of fact, I do too."

"Then I guess that's a moot point."

"Don't be so worried, Teague. You had me at 'oh, shit.'" She hung up with a laugh.

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I Love Dialogue - Man Tails

Jet works for the cable company and meets Callista when he goes to her home on an install. He's delighted to find out that she's his favorite screen writer. Once he gets home, he finds out that his sister, Alma, has invited her new boyfriend over for dinner. She wants Jet to meet Spense before she takes the relationship further. Conversation over dinner gets—interesting.

Jet went back to the kitchen and waited at the sink while Spense washed his hands. He washed up too and helped Alma carry plates and bowls to the table. Spense offered, but Alma had him open the wine and pour it. Once everything was on the table, they sat down and Jet offered blessing over the meal. He didn't care about that nicety, but it pleased his sister.

Alma served the chicken, giving the men a larger portion than herself. They passed the side dishes and dug in. Spense immediately complimented Alma's cooking. They discussed food for a few minutes, until the conversation seemed to peter out.

Jet cleared his throat as he wiped his lips. “I met someone interesting today,” he said casually.

“Really? Anyone I'd know,” Alma asked.

“She's a bit of a celebrity—Callista Saucier.”

Alma looked at him blankly. Spense nearly choked on his wine.

“Seriously? I love her movies. Where?” Spense asked.

“We did a cable install at her house. She's just moved into a yellow Victorian on beachside.”

“I know that house. It's not far from where my folks live. Sweet location.”

“Yeah, it's pretty nice. I'm taking her sightseeing tomorrow.”

“Dude!” Spense held up his knuckles.

Jet tapped his hand, grinning. Alma watched the two men share what she called a man moment.

“So, is she nice?” she asked her brother.

“Very nice. Not what you'd expect from someone who wrote all that twisted stuff.”

Alma shrugged, shaking her head.

“She writes screenplays,” Spense explained. “Horror, mostly, but I hear she's been commissioned to handle an historical romance. Is that true?” He seemed to take Jet as authority on all things Callista related.

“She mentioned that today. She wasn't at all what I expected. She was so—normal. The shit on the screen, it's twisted. What kind of mind thinks of stuff like that? I had her fleshed out like a female Stephen King, but she's a cute little thing.”

“Little thing?” Alma took offense at the remark. “A cute little thing? Since when do you describe a woman like that?”

“Give it a rest, Cujo. Every woman I meet is a little thing. Shit, a good portion of the men are too. You try being my size for a day. Your perspective would change.” He spooned more mashed potatoes on his plate. “She's hot, okay? Heart stopping gorgeous. Smart and funny and. . . .”

“And homeboy's nuts are turning a fine shade of blue,” Spense finished for him.

They tapped knuckles again, laughing.

Alma dropped her fork, eyeing her brother and boyfriend balefully. Arms crossed, she glared at them. It took a moment for the men to realize she was angry. They stopped laughing and waited for the inevitable explosion.

“So, she's a cute little thing who's so hot, she's heart stopping gorgeous. Oh, smart and funny too. Anything else? Does she have big tits?” She motioned in front of her own ample cleavage.

Jet pressed his lips together. Tilting his head, he considered a moment. “Yeah. Nice and plump—real. No bra,” he said to Spense. Rasing a provocative eyebrow.

Alma's boyfriend barely acknowledged Jet's comment. It had been designed to get under Alma's skin and it had succeeded too well. She looked ready to explode.

“You're unbelievable,” she yelled. “Talking about a woman like that! How dare you?”

Jet inhaled deeply, waiting for her to finish yelling. It took a couple minutes. Meanwhile, he continued to eat. Spense sat with his fork halfway to his mouth, jaw dropped, looking from one to the other like a tennis match. Eventually, Alma paused for breath.

“Finished?” Jet asked.

“Not even!”

He held up his hand. “Before we continue this wonderfully enlightening discussion into my character can I say something?”

Alma shrugged, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“When have I ever seriously described a woman like that? Did you listen to how I said it or just what I said? Callista is beautiful. She's got a great figure and she wasn't wearing a bra. She's also one of the smartest women I've ever met. She happens to be a very talented writer. If she decides she wants to have sex with me, I won't say no. Happy now?”

“You're such a—guy!”

“Babe, sorry to tell you, but we're not ashamed of that. Women act like we should be, but we're not going to apologize for wanting to get laid,” Spense said.

“You're as bad as he is.”

Spense set his fork and knife down, looking serious. “Yes—yes I am. I'm a guy who thinks you're beautiful, talented, smart, funny and sexy. I want in your pants so bad, I fantasize about it on an hourly basis. Does that make me some kind of creep?”

Alma's eyes started watering. Her expression changed from stony to smiling. “Really? You think all that?”

“Yeah. So don't bust Jet's balls for liking Callista. If he's attracted to her even half as much as I am to you, he's lucky to still be breathing. Cause, babe, you rob me of all reason.”

The two of them had eyes for no one else. Jet decided to remove himself from the table. Taking his plate, he went to the living room with his meal. He turned on the TV, watching some show he didn't even know the name of. He finished his meal and quietly put his plate in the sink. Alma and Spense sat at the table, food forgotten, kissing.

Jet quietly gathered his wallet and keys, heading out the side door where he could easily swing around the back of the house to his car. His phone rang as he started the car. It wasn't familiar, but he answered anyway. 

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