58 - Swagger

Lilah’s head twisted around when the curtain sequestering her away from the rest of the bus’s occupants slid open.  Instantly blinded the glare of light streaming into the dim bunk, she slammed her eyes closed before attempting to ease them more gradually open. 

Evidently she’d dozed off while pondering Morgan’s email.   Well, not while…  The email had turned into Tony’s words repetitively parading themselves back and forth through her mind.  Afterward, her friend and her… lover… receded to the background, leaving her alone and struggling to come to terms with the hard, cold truth of who she was until fatigue had taken over.

There had been no great revelation that Lilah could recall, but her outlook felt…  different.  And the only coherent thought she’d had since he swept back the privacy curtain was that she wanted him curled up right beside her in this hidey-hole.

“Hey,” Tony greeted her quietly, kicking off his shoes and dropping his cigarettes into one of them before toeing them under the bunk. 

Switching sides from her left to right, she scooted on the narrow mattress until her back was flush to the wall.  “Hey.  Have fun?”

“If you can call losing fun, then yeah.  Sure.”

“Aww…  I’m sorry.”

“S’ok,” he grunted, climbing in on top of the light blanket to lie beside her.  A heavy, warm hand came to rest in the indentation of her waist as he flipped to settle on his left hip and the jersey cotton of his shorts clung to her pajama pants when he worked his leg between hers.

The smell of him blanketed her with a familiar coziness and his consuming presence gave her the peace she’d been searching for in the last hours.  She may not possess the wherewithal to carve out her own life, but she was claiming this – him – for herself tonight.  If she were as innocent as a newborn foal and knew nothing else in the world, she knew she wanted him and the intoxicating rush that came with him. 

You’re a junkie, Lilah Jane.

There was no denying it.

“So much for me sleeping naked in your bed, huh?”

He chuckled softly, sliding his glasses off and securing them alongside hers on the little shelf at their head.  “Temporary setback.  Tomorrow night, you’ll be twice as naked.”

It was her turn to laugh quietly, fingertips sneaking under the tail of his shirt.  Being dressed for bed didn’t bother her in the least, but his being dressed for bed did.  It seriously interfered with the chest infatuation she had going on.  While it didn’t completely dumbfound her every single time she saw it now, she was definitely still in the throes of puppy love with the masculine expanse that made her palms itch to touch it.

“I might be a dumb Kentucky girl, but I’m pretty sure that’s not possible.  Naked is naked, just like dead is dead.  There aren’t any halfsies.  Although….”  She wrinkled her nose and tugged at his shirt like an attention-seeking child.  “I’d be interested in having you half-naked.”

For starters.

His beautiful smile glowed white in the semi-darkness and he softly warned her to watch out as he lifted his back off the bunk.  Lilah obligingly plastered herself against the wall in an effort to maximize the space he had to wriggle free of his shirt.  Much to her dismay, her nagging conscience reared its loudmouth head before the first chest hair had been exposed.

You cannot have sex on a BUS, Lilah Jane.  People are only feet away in all directions!  Less than that in some cases.

Not bona fide sex, maybe, but she could… make do.  Lilah had every intention of brandishing her feminine powers enough to claim the crucial ego-boost that came only from satisfying a man.  Well satisfying a man.

“There,” he breathed, reclining into the mattress after flinging the unwanted tee to the foot of the bunk.  “You’ve got your playground.”

“I love your chest,” she murmured, not wasting any time immersing her fingers into the dark whorls that made her uncharacteristically crazy.  Having always had an aversion to hairy men, she still couldn’t quite fathom the reason for this little fetish of hers.

Tony chuckled and she felt the vibration in her fingertips as he ran an open palm over the back of her head.  “Yeah, I kinda got that.”

She tipped her head back and grinned wickedly at him before purposefully dragging her thumbnail over his right nipple.  It delighted her to no end when he sucked in a whistling breath and slapped his hand down over hers. 

“Dammit, stop that!”

His quiet hiss coaxed her wicked grin to turn smug.  He had never admitted the truth about the over-responsiveness of his nipples, and she had been polite enough not to test the waters.  Until now.  She wanted to know she was right and she wanted to exploit that knowledge to its full potential.

“So they really are that sensitive.”

“Yes, Madame Bluegrass, they are.  Now stay away from ‘em.”

“Oh, baby,” she whispered against his jaw, lazily circling the tempting little pinch of skin. “I don’t know if I can do that.  My mouth was practically waterin’ at the thought of suckin’ that nipple.” 

This isn’t you, Lilah Jane.  You’re not senseless enough to play seductive without being three umbrellas to the wind.  What do you think you’re doing, you foolish girl?

She was doing exactly what she wanted to do.  The only person that could stop her was Tony, and he wasn’t going to.  He would let her do whatever she wanted.  Lilah could almost guarantee it.

“But…” she offered, the tip of her tongue bathing the soft spot  behind his earlobe.  “I could maybe find somethin’ else to occupy my mouth.  You got somethin’ you wouldn’t mind givin’ a girl to suck on?”

“Motherfucker.”  The epithet was gasped on a reedy bit of air and she purred around the earlobe she’d captured between her lips.  After one sharp draw, she let it slide off her tongue.

“Somethin’ bigger than this?”

Tony rotated his head toward her, clamping his palm onto the nape of her neck with the softest, most ominously sexy growl she’d ever heard.  It was made all the more erotic by their nose-to-nose position, because the heat of it blew over her lips, stealing her breath.

“Now?  I’m making plans to get you drunk tomorrow night, hoping your horny side cuts loose a little and this… This is the moment you pick?  On a fuckin’ bus with half a dozen other people?  People I work with?”

He was making plans to get her drunk?  So she would cut loose a little?

How fortuitous.  He wants the same thing I do.

“If you’re very quiet, nobody’ll know a thing,” she promised, sliding an anticipatory hand down his furry stomach and inching it beneath the waistband of his shorts.  The devil on her shoulder cackled with evil glee, knowing that Lilah actually hoped Tony couldn’t be quiet.  She hoped that her tongue slip-sliding over the hard sheath of skin was going to be too much for him. 

A firm hand locked around her wrist before she felt more than the first tickle of the dark thatch against her fingertips.

“No, Lilah.”

She let an indulgent smile edge onto her face, regarding him fondly in the dim light of their traveling cocoon.  A slight incline of her head brought their mouths together and, sweetening the pot a little, her tongue eked out to lick the full width of his bottom lip.  She dried away the dampness of her taste with a sultrily whispered, “Yes, Tony.  You like my oral gratification…  Remember?”

“God…dammit.”  The barely audible swear was obviously his way of conceding the truth in her statement.  His fingers unclamped from around her wrist and came to push into the loose waves of her hair.  “Do you know how hard it is to resist your Southern belle swagger?”

“Then don’t.  Just tell me how good it was when I’m done.”  She glanced another lingering kiss across his lips and worked her way down his throat while her palm wrapped around the undeniably hard ridge hiding in his baggy shorts. 

Tony had no idea what had happened in the handful of hours since he’d ostensibly broken her spirit outside the Dusseldorf venue, and couldn’t concentrate enough to make an educated guess.  When the softest hand in the world cradled his cock, gently pumping while her mouth ran an obstacle course down his chest, nothing else was going to be significant enough to garner his attention..  The only thing he could concentrate on was how purposefully close she got to his nipples without really touching them.  He opened his mouth to feebly chastise her, but she’d already moved on to tickling his ribs with the sweet pillows of flesh that were her lips.

She inched her way down the mattress, her free hand pulling at his shorts.  A soft nip at his waist, followed by a quiet, “Up,” had him planting his heels so that he could lift far enough for the now cumbersome clothing to be pushed down his legs.  A shake of his leg had them joining the discarded shirt.

“Jeeeee-sus…”

His ass had barely landed before her tongue was flicking over shaft in some type of oral pole dance.  He could appreciate a good pole dance as well as the next guy and, by his assessment, Lilah should be sporting a G-string full of twenty-dollar bills.

Popping his head out of her mouth like a lollipop, she shushed him.  “Keep it down, baby.  If you can’t stay quiet now, I can’t very well trust you to do it when you come in my mouth, now can I?”

He bit his tongue.  Literally.  It was the only way he could keep from either groaning out loud or reprimanding her for being a damn tease.   In the same instant his dick head bumped the back of her throat, he lost the desire to do either.

Rolling his lips inward and clamping his teeth into them was the only saving grace he had.  Without that maneuver, he would be talking to her – telling her to take it all the way… how good it felt… what an expert she was at ‘oral gratification’.

Lilah’s fist tightened around his base while the fingers of her other hand slipped low to cradle, squeeze and woman-handle his softer parts.  Her head bobbed up and down and a silent vibration resonated through her tongue to that sensitive spot on the underside of his head and nearly brought him off the bed with a strangled cry.

“Dammit, Lilah,” he gritted quietly.  “Don’t play around.  Finish it before I embarrass both of us.”

She smiled around his girth, teeth gently scraping along his length and Tony know she was enjoying every friggin’ second of this torture. 

He dug his fingers into her hair until they were buried in as far as her scalp, the tendrils knotted around his knuckles.  Lightly gripping the sides of her head, he committed the ultimate blowjob sin:  he guided her mouth up and down at his pace instead of hers, practically screwing her mouth in his desperation to end this erotic torture.

Lilah didn’t seem to mind, purring against him and fisting him even tighter as he slid through her lips over and over again.  He tilted her head to a slightly different angle so that the plumpness of her lower lip hit just the right spot.    Writhing his head, he lifted his chin toward the bunk’s ceiling as he got nearer to where he wanted to be.

“That’s it, baby.  That’s it….”

Her tongue danced around his skin-pole accompanied by the silent music played by the rhythmic motion of her hands and fingers. 

Swipe…… Flick….. Suck…… Scrape…… Swirl…… Lick……

The groan got swallowed before it became audible.   Silently writhing his head, he thrust himself up into her mouth for the pivotal plunge that would trigger his release.  Even without his man-handling assistance, Lilah finished him off without missing a beat. 

When he was drained and spent, she offered a final lazy swirl of her tongue before releasing him and kissing her way back up his stomach and chest. 

“You wanna tell me how good it was now?” came her amused whisper in his ear. 

Snarling, Tony rolled toward her, pinning her against the side wall and pushing at her goofy penguin pants.

“How about I show you instead?”

She grinned against his mouth.  “Do you know how hard it is to resist your Jersey swagger?”

“Then don’t,” he mocked, greedily roaming her now-bare skin before pushing an insistent hand between her thighs.  “Just tell me how good it was when I’m done….”