Karen Foley - Coming Up for Air

Her eyes opened and she looked up at him, dazed. “What’s wrong?” Her words were thick. “Don’t you want to?”

Her fingers were still wrapped around his shaft, squeezing him at the base, and it took all his restraint not to spill himself in her hand. She looked like every erotic fantasy he’d ever had, sprawled beneath him with her breasts pushed up, her expression one of pure sexual desire as she held his throbbing dick in her hand.

“I’m not wearing a condom,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, shit.” She abruptly released him.

Chance sucked in a lungful of air as he struggled for control, using the opportunity to shuck his boxers completely. Propping herself on one elbow, Jenna grabbed her discarded jeans and began fishing through the pockets until, with a frustrated growl, she gave the pants a vigorous shake. Chance heard the tinkle of something metallic hit the blanket, and then two small foil squares plopped onto her stomach.

He looked at her in disbelief. “You carry condoms in your pocket?”

Even in the darkness, he saw the color that washed into her face. “Not me—my friend,” she explained. “She gave them to me earlier.”

“Give her a kiss for me when you see her,” he said, and tore one of the wrappers open with his teeth.

When he would have rolled the sheath over himself, Jenna’s hands were there to do it for him. Then he was easing himself into her, inch by exquisite inch, while she made small, feminine sounds of pleasure and rocked her hips to meet him. When he was fully seated in her tightness, he paused and struggled for control. She was hot and wet and unbelievably snug, and he could feel the walls of her inner muscles clenching him. The condom had thankfully dulled his sensitized nerve endings, but only enough that he was able to push inside her without coming. He was completely jacked for her. Slowly, he withdrew and then sank back into her, feeling her muscles squeezing him. He groaned as pressure gathered at the base of his spine.

“Christ, you feel good,” he muttered, and thrust again. “I want you to come again, this time with me in you.”

“Oh, God,” she panted as he increased his pace, pulling out until he was almost free from her body, and then plunging back in. “Oh, yeah …”

Reaching down, he caught her leg behind the knee and pushed it back, bracing himself on one hand so that he could watch the spot where they were joined. The sight of his cock disappearing into her body was incredibly arousing, and he knew he wasn’t far from his own orgasm.

“Come for me,” he demanded softly, and releasing her leg, he reached between their bodies to stroke her with his thumb, sliding his finger over the small, slick nub of flesh. She gave a sharp cry of pleasure and lifted her head to watch. Her entire body trembled. Chance quickened his thrusts as he stroked her, feeling his balls tighten painfully with the need for release.

He was only vaguely aware of the distant thwap-thwap of helicopter rotors approaching, signaling the return of the Black Hawks from their night mission. At that moment, an entire squadron of attack choppers could have landed beside them and he would have been helpless to react. Nothing existed but the woman beneath him and the sharp, hot arousal that spiraled through him.

Jenna’s expression was taut, her eyes hazy and unfocused as she raised her gaze to his, and he knew the precise instant when she teetered on the brink of climax and then plummeted over the edge. At the same time, the roar of helicopter engines became deafening as the battalion of Black Hawks flew directly overhead, churning up wind and grass, and causing Chance’s entire body to thrum with vibration. He heard himself give a hoarse shout as he came in a blinding, white-hot rush of pleasure that caused his spine to bow and his molars to ache. Several long moments later, when all he could hear were the surrounding crickets and his own harsh breathing, he became aware of Jenna’s fingers tracing lazy patterns across his lower back, and he raised his head to peer at her.

“You okay?” His voice sounded raspy.

She turned her face and planted a damp kiss against his mouth. Her breath was warm and came in soft pants against his skin. “Better than okay.” She gave a soft laugh. “That was freaking amazing. In fact, I think that may have qualified as the best sex of my life. Two orgasms … Who would have thought?”

Chance smiled against her neck, absurdly pleased by her words and knowing that sex with Jenna Larson had definitely been the best he’d ever had. The only problem was he wanted more.

“Do you think they saw us?”

“Who?” He was having trouble getting his head together, and it took a minute for her words to register. The sound of rotors had dimmed to a distant whir, and then they stopped altogether. “You mean, the helos? No way. They didn’t have their spotlights on, and their attention would have been focused on the landing pad, and not on the field. Besides, it’s too dark.”

“What if the pilots were wearing night-vision goggles?”

Withdrawing from the warmth of her body, Chance neatly disposed of the condom before reclining back on the blanket and pulling Jenna snugly against his side. “ If the pilots were wearing night-vision goggles, and if they spotted us, then all they saw was my backside.” He pressed a kiss against her temple. “Don’t worry.”

Jenna made an incoherent sound that told him she wasn’t completely reassured, but before Chance could soothe her further, something hard and sharp dug into his hip. Reaching beneath him, he retrieved the offending object. He held it up, staring at it in bemusement. A set of military dog tags dangled from the end of his fingers, and since his own tags were fastened securely around his neck, he knew they didn’t belong to him. He turned to Jenna in disbelief.

“Are these yours?”

“What if they are?” Her voice sounded defensive.

“Jesus. Why didn’t you tell me you were active duty?”

“Does it matter?” Pulling her bra into place, she snatched the necklace from his hand and dropped the chain over her head so that the tags nestled between her breasts. Pulling away from Chance, she sat up and fished around on the blanket until she found her panties.

“Goddamn right, it matters,” Chance retorted, watching as she stood up to pull them on. Even as his thoughts raced through the various—and unpleasant—implications of what this could mean, he couldn’t help but admire her lithe form as she quickly got dressed. Unless she was a commissioned officer, he could get into serious trouble for fraternization, since contact with enlisted members was strictly prohibited. “Please tell me you’re not enlisted.”

She paused long enough to give him a tolerant look, and then balled up his discarded boxers and threw them at his chest. “Don’t worry. I may be a sucker for a handsome face, but I’m not completely brainless. I’m an army captain.”

Chance refrained from making the obvious rejoinder, too floored by her admission to crack any kind of joke. He could only stare stupidly at her. He definitely hadn’t seen this one coming. “So what is it that you do?” he finally managed. “What unit are you assigned to?”

She paused in buttoning her blouse and looked across the meadow and razor-wire fences to the runway and helicopter landing area. “See those Black Hawks? That’s my unit. I’m with the 10th Combat Aviation Brigade out of Fort Drum. If I hadn’t already exceeded my flying hours for the day, I would have been piloting one of those birds to the extraction site.”

For a moment, Chance was too stunned to speak. When he finally found his voice, it sounded strained. “You’re a Black Hawk pilot? ”