*28 - Lay Your Hands on Me

“It’s damn good to see you, Dixie.”

They were some of the most honest words he’d even expressed, yet they were still a blatant understatement.  It was fan-fucking-tastic to see her and her sunshiny aura.

“It’s good to be seen.” 

The Southern drawl was cathartic to his frayed nerves but carried nowhere near the impact of her soft curves pressed against him.  She felt good in his arms.  Better than she should.  Better than he remembered.

“That’s all you got for me?”  Jon reared back, kicking up one judgmental eyebrow.   “You realize most women would be happy to have me in a hotel room all to themselves?”

“Oh, honey.” That sexy chuckle of hers flowed through his veins like the finest warmed brandy, and she reached up to stroke his cheek.  “You don’t want me to gush about how sexy you are.  I think you’d much rather hear how sexy we can be together.”

The warm brandy of Cassidy swirled enticingly, intoxicating in its headiness.  It had been a very long time since he’d indulged in a good brandy and Jon gave himself permission to indulge – on it and her. 

“Let’s go with that,” he agreed, taking a step back to remove his jacket and throw it at one of the chairs, his dick stirring with anticipation. 

He’d wanted her before walking through the door.  So much that, even with no makeup and a ponytail, she was enticing.  If she was going to talk sexy about anything at all, she’d best be prepared to find herself nailed to the nearest immobile surface.

He spread his arms and held up empty hands, eyes going expectantly wide.  “I’m waiting.”

Cassidy had been sassy and confident from the moment he’d met her.  It was who she was, as far as Jon was concerned, but the gauntlet she had just thrown was a call to step up her game.  He could see it in the way her shoulders squared and her spine straightened.  Then those big, blue eyes filled with a cheekiness that practically screamed, “Oh, I’ll just show you.”

Jon couldn’t wait for her to show him.

Two soft, barefooted steps brought her between his outstretched arms and he acknowledged how tiny she was without those Barbie doll shoes she wore.  He wasn’t a bulky behemoth like his bodyguard brother.  Jon was just an average guy, but her petite stature made him feel like Paul Bunyan. 

Her plain little left hand, devoid of any nail polish or pampering, touched his abs and glided upward to rest on his sternum.  Cassidy’s chin stuck out with attitude and she opened her mouth to… sing.

“If you’re ready….. I’m willin’… and aa-blee

Help me layyy… my cards on the table

The second hand joined the first and both lazily caressed his chest through the black cotton of his t-shirt.

Honey, you knowww… I'm youuurs for the tak-inn’

All those rules… they’re just meant for breaaa-kin’”

Holy hell.  She’s gonna sex me out singing my own damn song.

Although singing wasn’t really the word for what she was doing.  Vocal porn was more appropriate.

Her voice held him captive, softly and gently milking the lyrics in such a way that didn’t need accompaniment, and she slipped around behind him.  One hand trailed, floating around his waist and up his spine until both delicate palms perched atop Jon’s shoulders.  That’s when she popped up on tiptoe to croon directly in his ear.

“What you get... ain't always what you see

But satisfaction is guaaar-an-teeed…”

Nimble fingers danced out over his shoulders and Jon could feel her hike that right leg.  The knee bent and abraded the outside of his leg, eking slowly upward as high as she could take it.  When she had no choice but to come back down, she then angled her foot in so that the instep cradled his knee and it caressed his calf all the way to the floor. 

The girl was working him like a stripper pole, which was ironically appropriate considering the tent-pole in his jeans. 

“They say what you give… is AL-waays what you neeeed…

She slithered back around into his line of vision and he discovered that her mouth was just this side of sinful in the way it executed her tuneful debauchery.  Hands that remained in perpetual motion snuck under the tail of his shirt and brushed suggestively against the strip of skin below his navel.

If you want meee… to lay my. Handssss...

Each word in that last line was delivered in a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice and “hands” was precisely timed for delivery at the same instant she popped the button on his pants.

“Onnn...”

Capable fingers rasped his zipper down and snuck inside the opening to cover his hard-on with a provoking squeeze. 

“Youuuu… All you gotta do is…”

“Enough!” he ordered with a strangled bark, capturing that naughty hand before he came all over it and embarrassed himself.

“What?”  Innocent blue eyes batted up at him, paired with the most wickedly suggestive smile he’d ever seen.  “Not sexy enough for ya?”

He was not letting her go.  Jon didn’t give a good goddamn motherfuck what he had to do, Cassidy Starr was going to be his and his alone.

“You have fifteen seconds and a choice.”  His voice was thick with need. “Naked and spread-eagle on the bed or my cock bumping your tonsils.”

Fifteen seconds was far too generous.  Cassidy barely blinked before she was dropping to her knees and taking his pants along for the ride.  

“Baby doll, I don’t think you can wait long enough for me to get to the bedroom.”  The feisty taunt warmed the weeping head of his dick before her tongue flicked out to swipe it clean.

“Call me that again.”

“What?”  Amusement colored the face that peered up from his crotch, while expert fingers clutched and stroked to compensate for the loss of her mouth.  “Pretty as you are, nobody ever called you baby doll?”

He had no idea.  He just knew that, right now, it sounded exceptionally good coming from her.

“Suck,” he whispered, burrowing his fingers through her hair until the ponytail popped loose.  Copper strands slithered free, tumbling to her shoulders, and the vibrant tangle swished forward to conceal her face.  Jon used both hands to anchor it back, cosseting her head so that he had a full view of those luscious lips when they parted to take him in.

“Oh Christ.”

His fingers bent, reflexively pushing into her scalp when the wet heat enveloped him.  The friction was painfully perfect as her teeth scraped the underside and he felt her hands dancing up the back of his thighs to clutch at his ass.  Blunt nails dug crescents in the skin there at the same time he bumped her soft palate.

“Perfect,” he breathed, head falling back to savor it.

Singing wasn’t the only thing sweet Dixie could do with that mouth of hers.  She proved that her tongue was multi-talented when it enthusiastically laved at him and created the sensation of hard softness against his hard hardness.  She consumed him as her hands intimately explored everything – hips, stomach… and lower.

He groaned with appreciation and opened his eyes to watch the miracle in action.  She was enjoying this as much as he was, he found, with her features a study in erotic contentment as she pressed her nose into his groin and swallowed him deep. 

Seeing her face so intimately connected with him had Jon drawing tight until he registered that she was fully dressed.  That he was, too, except for the jeans at his ankles.  The scene rankled of too many five minute acquaintances and he lost his enjoyment in it. 

He urged her up with a gentle tap under her arms.  “C’mere.”

“Somethin’ wrong?”

God, she was beautiful with her mouth shiny and puffed from sucking him.

Jon kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and socks, gesturing toward the other room with his chin.  “Bedroom.”

His shirt was stripped off and thrown in the floor with the rest of his clothes, leaving him to watch her obedient departure. 

Her ass truly was amazing.  Flawlessly rounded under both cheeks, curving into shapely hips and narrowing into her waist, it looked like a perfectly inverted heart. Then there was that little gap between her thighs that practically begged to be filled. 

He wanted to fill it.   

Repeatedly, and immediately.

Cassidy’s clothes were already falling away by the time he joined her in the bedroom and Jon gave himself a voyeuristic stroke to heighten the appreciation of her nudity.  She scuttled immediately into bed to await him, rolling on her back and permitting her knees to fall wide. 

“Come on up here, baby doll.”

If he didn’t have her he was going to lose his mind. 

If he didn’t get up here, Cassidy was going to lose her mind. 

She wiggled her fingers with a second, silent invitation to join her.  Her hoo-ha was in much need of a good old-fashioned frolic and he was the very best frolicking partner they’d ever had.    

After what seemed like for-freaking-ever, his knee finally dipped the mattress and Jon eased toward her, parting her thighs wider so that he could crawl between them.   The way he settled against her instead of in her was at odds with what she expected, and muscled forearms came to rest on either side of her head.  He studied her with a seriousness that spoke of a man who wasn’t in a frolicking frame of mind and it drew Cassidy’s concern. 

"You look too intense," she murmured, stroking his sculpted cheekbone and feeling more than a little entranced by his stare. "It's sex. It's supposed to be fun."

“Funny,” he replied, that stoic gaze never wavering, even when she rolled her hips into his.  “It feels a lot like life or death to me.”

There was no chance to respond.

By the time she opened her mouth, Jon was propelling himself deep – oh so deep – and Cassidy was unable to do anything but gasp with the pleasure of his invasion.  She didn’t even remind him about a condom.  Foolish, perhaps, but she no longer had health concerns and was enticed by sharing this with him the way God intended.

His hips wriggled, seating his naked flesh more firmly into hers and providing extra stimulation to other needy parts.  Then he withdrew, leaving her aching and empty.  When he rejoined her this time, it felt even better than the first and her mouth was subjected to an identical invasion by his tongue. 

He kissed her – they kissed – with the same passion, rhythm and intimacy that was taking place between her thighs.  Heated momentum filled her with exquisite satisfaction when he bore down and gave her agonizing despair when he separated.

Satisfaction.  Despair.

Completion.  Emptiness.

Bliss.  Anguish.

Heaven.  Hell.

Heaven.

Heaven.

Heaven.