Page 17 of Goode to Be Bad
“Maybe we can play in it, later. On the way out of Alaska.”
She licked her lips, eyes going predatory and seductive. “Do we have time now?”
I laughed, because the captain came on the intercom at that moment. “Welcome to Seattle, you guys.” It was Captain Callahan, this time. “We’re just refueling, and will be back in the air fairly quickly. If you’d like to take a longer break and stretch your legs or get some real food, just let us know.”
I glanced at her. “Up to you.”
She shook her head, sighing wistfully. “Seattle is on my list of places to explore, but under the circumstances I’d rather just get to Alaska and get this over with.”
She sure was eager to be done with this, which was odd, considering how close she was with her family; I got it though—she had a difficult story to relate, and wasn’t looking forward to her mother’s reaction, especially.
I keyed the intercom. “We’d like to just get to Ketchikan as soon as possible, thanks.”
“Sure thing, boss,” Captain Callahan said. “We can be airborne in about forty-five minutes.”
“So…about that shower,” Lexie said, after the connection to the cockpit was closed.
I laughed. “Babe, for what I have in mind for you and that shower, forty-five minutes ain’t anywhere near enough.”
Her gaze heated. “I like the way that sounds.”
“You know what I can do in the next forty-five minutes?” I tugged her toward me, pushed her backward to lay on the couch. “Pay you back for the orgasm.”
She hissed as I reached up under her skirt and yanked her thong off. “Myles, I…oh…oh.” I opted to dive right in, tongue going straight for her clit. “I don’t keep track. There’s no tab or record.”
“I know—youdon’t.” I made her gasp, already arching—she was a hair trigger when it came to the first orgasm, and slower to come every time after, but tended to come harder with each subsequent climax. “But I do. I’m a believer in a three-to-one ratio, so by my own personal reckoning I owe you at least three.”
“I…oooh fuck, yeah, right there, just like that.” She clutched at my hair as I found the sweet spot, tongue circling and fingers curling inside her. “I like this ratio.”
I murmured a laugh even as I continued to lick her closer and closer to climax. “I bet you do,” I muttered.
“We’re—oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck—we’re almost to one. Right….right…oh god, oh god, oh fuck oh god…rightnow!” She arched up off the couch and I followed her through it, tasting her essence explode onto my tongue as she blossomed into a thrashing, hip-thrusting, hair-tossing, teeth-gritted orgasm. “Fuck, MYLES! God, what are you doing to me oh god god oh god so fucking good oh god—”
“Making you come, that’s what I’m doing.”
I let her fall back, kissing her hipbone, her thigh, across her sex, kissing all over her skin, licking and nipping and teasing as I allowed her a few moments to recover, and then as her breathing evened out, I started all over again; this time I went slow, building her up gradually, licking fast and then slow, all over and then targeted, shifting tactics every time she started to really get into it. Then, when she was gasping and groaning and her hips were pushing against my mouth, I went hard and fast with tongue and mouth to take her to the edge, only to back her away at the last second. Then back up, closer to the edge, and away. Edging, edging. When she was snarling at me and yanking at my hair and begging me to let her come, I finally let her topple, screaming and crying over the edge.
She clasped at my face, gasping raggedly as she twitched and thrashed through it. “I think that counts as two,” she breathed. “Fuck, Myles. Where the hell did you learn to go down? Because you’resofucking good at it it’s ridiculous.”
I laughed. “Self-taught, babe.”
She pulled at me, tugging me upward. “I’m serious, I think that was two at once. I’m…oh shit. I’m done. I’ve already come twice this morning.”
“Are you complaining?”
She laughed, wiping at my mouth with her hand. “You have pussy juice on your stubble. And hell no. I’ve never gotten off so much as I do with you. It’s a beautiful thing.”
I wiped a thumb over my lips, and then popped the thumb into my mouth. ”Yum. Tastes like you.”
She sucked in a deep breath, held it. Shook her head as she let it out. “For real. However you learned to give cunnilingus, you learned really, really well.”
I handed her the purple thong, watched as she wiggled into it. “I just pay attention.”
“There had to have been someone who was instrumental in helping you learn how to pay attention and what to do.”
I sighed, laughed, and looked at her. “You really want to know about weird shit, you know that?” Especially for someone reticent to share her own past. “Her name was Helen. It was when Crow was in prison and I was doing the dive bar grind on my own. I ran out of money in a little shithole town in Oklahoma and had to spend a week there till I could play another weekend of gigs so I could afford gas to keep going. There was this waitress at the bar I played at—Helen. A little older than me, I was, shit, nineteen? A kid. She was thirty-something. Single, just sort of stuck in a dead-end job in a dead-end town. Hooked on drugs, I think, but was in a sober spell when I was with her. I couldn’t afford a motel and there wasn’t one in town anyway, so I was staying in my van. She caught me napping there, and invited me over. I stayed the week with her, and if anyone I ever slept with really actuallytaughtme anything, it was Helen. And good god, did she teach me. That was a wild-ass week, man. She worked at night, so she was a night owl like me. I’d hang at her apartment while she worked, writing music and wishing I had booze, playing, practicing. She’d come home from work and we’d just fuck like crazy till dawn. And yeah, she wasn’t shy about showing me how she liked it, you know? I’ve always been a quick learner and there’s nothing I like more than appreciation and approval, so I’d use what she showed me to get her going. I never forgot what she taught me, and I guess what she liked is pretty universal.”
Lexie was still lying back on the couch, legs across mine, spread apart, skirt up around her hips. “Lucky me that she taught you so well.”