This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Locker Room Fantasy”
The arrivals gate was quiet at 3 a.m. There was a short string of taxis lurking at the curb and a smaller handful of cars scattered among them. In her blue Honda Civic, Kylie tapped her fingers against the steering wheel impatiently, resisting the urge to reach for her phone and text Jace a quick message.
Instead she thought about their freshly-made bed and how wonderful it would feel to have him in it again. They had made do over the last few months with steamy texts and hot phone calls, but all of that had merely sharpened her appetite rather than satisfying it.
People started coming from the gate, and from the middle of a clump of businessmen, tourists, and other tired travelers, Kylie saw Jace wave to her.
In worn jeans and a wrinkled dress shirt, he looked more like an absent-minded professor than the security expert he was. His rumpled hair and glasses threw people off; most would never guess at the lean muscle and fighting form beneath the clothes.
Kylie popped the trunk for his duffel and then waited impatiently until he had stowed his bag and got in the car. He opened his mouth to say “Hello,” only to find that speaking was completely impossible when Kylie threw her arms around him and muffled his words with her lips.
They kissed long enough for the airport security guard to rap on the window. Blushing, Kylie pulled away from the arrivals gate.
“So I guess ‘did you miss me’ is a dumb question at this point?” asked Jace, a ridiculously satisfied smile on his face.
“Beyond dumb,” she retorted, pulling onto the highway.
“So what have you got planned?”
“Planned?” Kylie asked innocently. “It’s 3 a.m. or don’t you remember?”
“Yeah, but its not even dinner time yet in Kolkata. I could be up for hours.”
“Well, maybe we could think of something to do when we get home.” Kylie grinned, thinking again of their bed.
They drove in silence for a few minutes, Kylie steering with one hand while holding Jace’s hand tightly with the other. They came up on a rest stop oasis by the side of the road, the kind with restrooms, vending machines and not much more, and Jace pointed it out.
“Hey, mind stopping for a minute?”
When Kylie pulled into the deserted parking lot, she had barely taken the key from the ignition when she found herself tugged into a deep kiss. Jace slid his tongue gently between her lips, and startled, she sucked on it before pulling back.
“I thought you wanted food or something?”
“I never actually said that.”
That was all the warning she got before he slid one hand underneath her shirt, skimming his rough palm over the sensitive skin of her belly. He palmed her breast through her bra before dipping his fingers into the lacy cup. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pinched her nipple gently, making it tighten under his touch.
“Been a while since we fooled around in the car,” he murmured, pressing his face to the crook of her neck. She could feel his warm breath against her skin and she unfastened her seat belt to get closer to him.
Kylie thought for a wistful moment about their bed, just fifteen minutes away, and then he nibbled her neck and she found that she cared less about clean sheets and fluffed pillows than the way his lips felt on her sensitive skin.
“Oh, I missed you, baby,” he murmured. “Thought about you every night.”
“Oh?” Kylie said teasingly. She reached down between his legs to squeeze the bulge she found there.
“Are you sure that was all you were doing?”
He groaned when she touched him so intimately and she felt his hips buck under her hand. Kylie teased him for a few moments, stroking him until his breath came harsh and ragged through his clenched teeth. Delicately she pulled his zipper down and pushed her fingers inside the denim and fabric, seeking and finding his hard, taut flesh.
“Fucking hell, Kylie,” Jace groaned. “You’re driving me crazy…”
“Well I’m sure I don’t want that,” Kylie said with a grin.
There was just enough room for her to lean over the console panel, putting her head on his lap. Languidly, she pulled his cock free of his clothes, and for several long moments, she ran her kitten-pink tongue up and down the length. She had missed him so much, but now that she had him back, all she seemed to want to do was torture him.
Kylie could hear his breath, low and controlled, and though he tangled one hand in her hair, he didn’t push her. Instead he held himself almost brutally tense as she teased and taunted him with her tongue, relishing the taste and the feel of him on her lips.
Finally, she took pity on him and without giving any warning at all, she closed her lips delicately around the tip of his cock, swiping up the drop of pre-cum there and suckling lightly.
This drew an audible groan from Jace and his hand tightened deliciously in her hair. She could feel how much he wanted her, but she still wanted to play. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue, occasionally dipping lower and pulling more of his shaft into her mouth, but always retreating to tease the tip.