As he spoke, the anger shifted out of her face, her eyes went from heated to warm and her body relaxed deeper into his.
When he was done speaking, she asked softly, “So what’s my problem?”
“Faye, seriously, you’re hilarious when you’re angry.” He grinned at her, one of his hands trailing up her spine and into her hair as he continued, “This does not bode well for you, baby, ‘cause you ever get that pissed at me and you start talkin’ about Cylons and bein’ a fighter pilot, I got no choice but to laugh which’ll likely make you more pissed.”
Her lips twitched and she whispered, “Likely, seeing as Mom laughed through nearly that whole conversation and that only annoyed me more.”
Chace didn’t doubt it.
“What’s a Cylon anyway?” he asked.
“Robots that look like robots, the scary kind with a red eye that flashes back and forth but there are other models that look so much like humans they’re nearly undetectable from real humans. This means they’re very dangerous because they can infiltrate the human world and even if you cotton onto one of the models, since they look and act so much like humans, you never know what they’re up to. You might think you can trust them but you can never be sure.”
He felt his lips tip up. “Which one of your shows is this from?”
“Battlestar Galactica.”
His hand cupped her head, pulling her face closer to his as he whispered, “Honey, you are one serious geek.”
“It’s a good show,” she whispered back.
“Right.”
“You might like it.”
He doubted that.
She read his doubt and pushed, “Seriously, Chace, Admiral Adama is your type of guy.”
“Should the unfortunate event occur that I’m in a full body cast and unable to move for months, there’s no sports on TV and I’ve rewatched reruns of Friday Night Lights so often, I can quote them, you have permission to introduce me to Admiral f**kin’ Adama.”
At that, she gave him a soft giggle then her eyes dropped to his mouth. Her ear dipped toward her shoulder, the smile faded from her lips and her hand at his chest trailed up before she whispered a very hesitant, “Chace?”
“Right here, baby,” he whispered back, his gaze moving to her bubblegum lips.
“Um… earlier…” she trailed off and didn’t start again.
His eyes moved back to hers. “Yeah?” he prompted.
“You got to… I mean I got to… but, you know, you got to… and then you didn’t get to…” she stammered then stopped again but he got it and his arm around her tightened.
“You’re achy. We’re givin’ it a day or two.”
Her hand had curled around his neck and her thumb came out to stroke his jaw when she whispered, “Isn’t there some other… I mean, could I… or you that is, um, could you teach me to…” she pulled in an unsteady breath and her eyes left his lips and looked into his, “use my mouth?”
His dick started getting hard, his hand in her hair spasmed and his stomach got tight.
“You ready for that?” he whispered hoping to Christ she was.
“You ready to teach me?” she whispered back.
The answer to that was f**k yes.
He didn’t give her that answer. He held tight and fell back, twisting so he landed on his back in the couch taking her with him so she landed on him.
Then he pulled her head toward him but shifted it so her cheek slid down his until he had her ear.
“Do whatever you want, whatever comes natural. Pointers, suction is important. Movement is too. Adding your hand is hot. Always check your teeth and the tip is the most sensitive so payin’ special attention to that occasionally means payoff for me.” His arms gave her a squeeze and he finished with, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she breathed in his ear, squirming on top of him.
She liked that. She was working herself up.
And he liked both.
Christ.
Never would he expect this to come this soon. But he was not complaining.
“Go for it, darlin’,” he encouraged, he heard her pull in a deep breath then he felt her lips at his neck. Then her tongue. She moved down and, so as not to take her attention, he carefully reached for some toss pillows and shoved them behind his head in order to watch.
Then he watched as Faye got sidetracked by his chest, seemingly fascinated by studying it, running her hands over his skin and chest hair but her light touch and the trail of her crystal blue eyes felt so f**king good, Chace wasn’t going to complain about that either.
The same with his abs, which contracted at her touch, something she noticed and it brought those clear blue eyes to him.
Heated again, turned on, lips parted, wonder, cute, sexy, f**k.
“Keep goin’,” he urged, his voice deeper and rougher than normal, she gave him a small smile that cut through him straight to his dick.
Then she put her mouth to his abs and down, down, she pulled the string on his pajama bottoms, yanked them down and she had him.
She slid to the side, pulling his bottoms off and she took him.
Chace didn’t know what to expect. He’d never gotten head from a woman who hadn’t done it before. But experience was clearly unnecessary when there was off the charts enthusiasm. Not to mention she obviously memorized every word of advice he’d given her and he knew this because she put it into practice brilliantly.
When he was close, he yanked her up his body but took her hand, wrapped it around his c**k and they both finished him off together.
When he came down, the look on her face told him she liked what she’d caused. So much, even with the mess on his stomach, he moved her hand with his into her panties and used her finger against her cl*t to finish her off, doing that together too.
He knew she liked what she’d done and what they’d done together because even though he’d given her a cl**ax not long before, this didn’t take long.
When her eyes fluttered open as she was coming down and then after he kissed her, he took her to his shower so they could both clean up.
* * * * *
It was after their shower.
After Faye located her purse which had fallen off her arm when he carried her to his bedroom. He must have kicked it after she dropped it since it was in the living room. She had found it the night before to get her shit to get ready for bed and left it there but clearly in her anger forgot she did.
She searched for her purse in one of his clean tees so it was also after she located her purse, dug out and tugged on another pair of sexy panties, these ruby red. After that, Chace caught her in his arms and told her he appreciated her jewel-themed underwear collection, something that made pink hit her cheeks and him chuckle.
When he was done speaking, she asked softly, “So what’s my problem?”
“Faye, seriously, you’re hilarious when you’re angry.” He grinned at her, one of his hands trailing up her spine and into her hair as he continued, “This does not bode well for you, baby, ‘cause you ever get that pissed at me and you start talkin’ about Cylons and bein’ a fighter pilot, I got no choice but to laugh which’ll likely make you more pissed.”
Her lips twitched and she whispered, “Likely, seeing as Mom laughed through nearly that whole conversation and that only annoyed me more.”
Chace didn’t doubt it.
“What’s a Cylon anyway?” he asked.
“Robots that look like robots, the scary kind with a red eye that flashes back and forth but there are other models that look so much like humans they’re nearly undetectable from real humans. This means they’re very dangerous because they can infiltrate the human world and even if you cotton onto one of the models, since they look and act so much like humans, you never know what they’re up to. You might think you can trust them but you can never be sure.”
He felt his lips tip up. “Which one of your shows is this from?”
“Battlestar Galactica.”
His hand cupped her head, pulling her face closer to his as he whispered, “Honey, you are one serious geek.”
“It’s a good show,” she whispered back.
“Right.”
“You might like it.”
He doubted that.
She read his doubt and pushed, “Seriously, Chace, Admiral Adama is your type of guy.”
“Should the unfortunate event occur that I’m in a full body cast and unable to move for months, there’s no sports on TV and I’ve rewatched reruns of Friday Night Lights so often, I can quote them, you have permission to introduce me to Admiral f**kin’ Adama.”
At that, she gave him a soft giggle then her eyes dropped to his mouth. Her ear dipped toward her shoulder, the smile faded from her lips and her hand at his chest trailed up before she whispered a very hesitant, “Chace?”
“Right here, baby,” he whispered back, his gaze moving to her bubblegum lips.
“Um… earlier…” she trailed off and didn’t start again.
His eyes moved back to hers. “Yeah?” he prompted.
“You got to… I mean I got to… but, you know, you got to… and then you didn’t get to…” she stammered then stopped again but he got it and his arm around her tightened.
“You’re achy. We’re givin’ it a day or two.”
Her hand had curled around his neck and her thumb came out to stroke his jaw when she whispered, “Isn’t there some other… I mean, could I… or you that is, um, could you teach me to…” she pulled in an unsteady breath and her eyes left his lips and looked into his, “use my mouth?”
His dick started getting hard, his hand in her hair spasmed and his stomach got tight.
“You ready for that?” he whispered hoping to Christ she was.
“You ready to teach me?” she whispered back.
The answer to that was f**k yes.
He didn’t give her that answer. He held tight and fell back, twisting so he landed on his back in the couch taking her with him so she landed on him.
Then he pulled her head toward him but shifted it so her cheek slid down his until he had her ear.
“Do whatever you want, whatever comes natural. Pointers, suction is important. Movement is too. Adding your hand is hot. Always check your teeth and the tip is the most sensitive so payin’ special attention to that occasionally means payoff for me.” His arms gave her a squeeze and he finished with, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she breathed in his ear, squirming on top of him.
She liked that. She was working herself up.
And he liked both.
Christ.
Never would he expect this to come this soon. But he was not complaining.
“Go for it, darlin’,” he encouraged, he heard her pull in a deep breath then he felt her lips at his neck. Then her tongue. She moved down and, so as not to take her attention, he carefully reached for some toss pillows and shoved them behind his head in order to watch.
Then he watched as Faye got sidetracked by his chest, seemingly fascinated by studying it, running her hands over his skin and chest hair but her light touch and the trail of her crystal blue eyes felt so f**king good, Chace wasn’t going to complain about that either.
The same with his abs, which contracted at her touch, something she noticed and it brought those clear blue eyes to him.
Heated again, turned on, lips parted, wonder, cute, sexy, f**k.
“Keep goin’,” he urged, his voice deeper and rougher than normal, she gave him a small smile that cut through him straight to his dick.
Then she put her mouth to his abs and down, down, she pulled the string on his pajama bottoms, yanked them down and she had him.
She slid to the side, pulling his bottoms off and she took him.
Chace didn’t know what to expect. He’d never gotten head from a woman who hadn’t done it before. But experience was clearly unnecessary when there was off the charts enthusiasm. Not to mention she obviously memorized every word of advice he’d given her and he knew this because she put it into practice brilliantly.
When he was close, he yanked her up his body but took her hand, wrapped it around his c**k and they both finished him off together.
When he came down, the look on her face told him she liked what she’d caused. So much, even with the mess on his stomach, he moved her hand with his into her panties and used her finger against her cl*t to finish her off, doing that together too.
He knew she liked what she’d done and what they’d done together because even though he’d given her a cl**ax not long before, this didn’t take long.
When her eyes fluttered open as she was coming down and then after he kissed her, he took her to his shower so they could both clean up.
* * * * *
It was after their shower.
After Faye located her purse which had fallen off her arm when he carried her to his bedroom. He must have kicked it after she dropped it since it was in the living room. She had found it the night before to get her shit to get ready for bed and left it there but clearly in her anger forgot she did.
She searched for her purse in one of his clean tees so it was also after she located her purse, dug out and tugged on another pair of sexy panties, these ruby red. After that, Chace caught her in his arms and told her he appreciated her jewel-themed underwear collection, something that made pink hit her cheeks and him chuckle.
