think that we need to use the butterfly again.

Chapter 3 — Oasis

The arrivals gate was quiet at 3 a.m. There was a short string of taxis lurking at the curb and a smaller handful of cars scattered among them. In her blue Honda Civic, Kylie tapped her fingers against the steering wheel impatiently, resisting the urge to reach for her phone and text Jace a quick message.

Instead she thought about their freshly-made bed and how wonderful it would feel to have him in it again. They had made do over the last few months with steamy texts and hot phone calls, but all of that had merely sharpened her appetite rather than satisfying it.

People started coming from the gate, and from the middle of a clump of businessmen, tourists, and other tired travelers, Kylie saw Jace wave to her.

In worn jeans and a wrinkled dress shirt, he looked more like an absent-minded professor than the security expert he was. His rumpled hair and glasses threw people off; most would never guess at the lean muscle and fighting form beneath the clothes.

Kylie popped the trunk for his duffel and then waited impatiently until he had stowed his bag and got in the car. He opened his mouth to say “Hello,” only to find that speaking was completely impossible when Kylie threw her arms around him and muffled his words with her lips.

They kissed long enough for the airport security guard to rap on the window. Blushing, Kylie pulled away from the arrivals gate.

“So I guess ‘did you miss me’ is a dumb question at this point?” asked Jace, a ridiculously satisfied smile on his face.

“Beyond dumb,” she retorted, pulling onto the highway.

“So what have you got planned?”

“Planned?” Kylie asked innocently. “It’s 3 a.m. or don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, but its not even dinner time yet in Kolkata. I could be up for hours.”

“Well, maybe we could think of something to do when we get home.” Kylie grinned, thinking again of their bed.

They drove in silence for a few minutes, Kylie steering with one hand while holding Jace’s hand tightly with the other. They came up on a rest stop oasis by the side of the road, the kind with restrooms, vending machines and not much more, and Jace pointed it out.

“Hey, mind stopping for a minute?”

When Kylie pulled into the deserted parking lot, she had barely taken the key from the ignition when she found herself tugged into a deep kiss. Jace slid his tongue gently between her lips, and startled, she sucked on it before pulling back.

“I thought you wanted food or something?”

“I never actually said that.”

That was all the warning she got before he slid one hand underneath her shirt, skimming his rough palm over the sensitive skin of her belly. He palmed her breast through her bra before dipping his fingers into the lacy cup. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pinched her nipple gently, making it tighten under his touch.

“Been a while since we fooled around in the car,” he murmured, pressing his face to the crook of her neck. She could feel his warm breath against her skin and she unfastened her seat belt to get closer to him.

Kylie thought for a wistful moment about their bed, just fifteen minutes away, and then he nibbled her neck and she found that she cared less about clean sheets and fluffed pillows than the way his lips felt on her sensitive skin.

“Oh, I missed you, baby,” he murmured. “Thought about you every night.”

“Oh?” Kylie said teasingly. She reached down between his legs to squeeze the bulge she found there.

“Are you sure that was all you were doing?”

He groaned when she touched him so intimately and she felt his hips buck under her hand. Kylie teased him for a few moments, stroking him until his breath came harsh and ragged through his clenched teeth. Delicately she pulled his zipper down and pushed her fingers inside the denim and fabric, seeking and finding his hard, taut flesh.

“Fucking hell, Kylie,” Jace groaned. “You’re driving me crazy…”

“Well I’m sure I don’t want that,” Kylie said with a grin.

There was just enough room for her to lean over the console panel, putting her head on his lap. Languidly, she pulled his cock free of his clothes, and for several long moments, she ran her kitten-pink tongue up and down the length. She had missed him so much, but now that she had him back, all she seemed to want to do was torture him.

Kylie could hear his breath, low and controlled, and though he tangled one hand in her hair, he didn’t push her. Instead he held himself almost brutally tense as she teased and taunted him with her tongue, relishing the taste and the feel of him on her lips.

Finally, she took pity on him and without giving any warning at all, she closed her lips delicately around the tip of his cock, swiping up the drop of pre-cum there and suckling lightly.

This drew an audible groan from Jace and his hand tightened deliciously in her hair. She could feel how much he wanted her, but she still wanted to play. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue, occasionally dipping lower and pulling more of his shaft into her mouth, but always retreating to tease the tip.

Jace draped his arm over her back, his large hand landing on her rear, and she purred in surprise when he rubbed the sensitive area roughly. In the space of a few moments, he had her hips moving up and down in time to his experienced touch, and that was before she felt him start to pull her skirt up.

The air was cool enough that she gasped her skin was suddenly bared, and then she heard Jace’s surprised laugh when he discovered that was nothing but her own sweet flesh underneath the thin fabric of her skirt.

“Oh, bad girl,” he signed, trailing his fingers along her crack. His handling and the simple taste of him in her mouth made her wet and she couldn’t seem to stop squirming.

In response, she swallowed him straight down her throat, taking most of his length in her mouth. For a moment, she thought that he would spill at that very instant, but then he wrestled himself back under control, swearing softly under his breath.

She looked up when he tugged her hair gently, and was rewarded by a hard kiss over her swollen lips. It was almost painful, but she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him back just as fiercely.

He broke the kiss long enough to jerk a thumb towards the backseat.

“I want more than a blowjob,” he said, and she scrambled out of the door. The cold night air was a bracing shock after the warmth of the car and she scurried into the back seat where she reached for Jace again.

He pulled her roughly into his lap and she found herself straddling his thighs. They were hard with muscle and she rubbed against him sensuously, enjoying the feel of the denim against the soft skin of her inner thighs. She held his cock between her hands gently for a moment and then she rose up on her knees, one hand on his shoulder to steady herself, the other around his cock to guide it in.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he groaned. His hands were on her hips, guiding her down, and she could feel the tension lacing his frame and the way he had to keep himself from rocking up into her.

She lowered herself slowly, loving the way he tensed underneath her. There was so much restrained strength in him, and she knew how much it cost him to keep still.

“That’s good,” she whispered. “That’s so, so good, sweetheart.”

Kylies stopped when he was fully seated inside her, sighing with pleasure at being filled. For a moment, she simply savored the feeling, and then Jace’s hand cupped her chin and lifted her face up.

“I have missed you so fucking much,” he murmured and he pulled her close for a deep kiss. His tongue pushed inside her mouth just as his cock pushed inside her cunt and even that slight movement sent shivers of pleasure through her body.

“Show me,” she said, her voice catching when he shifted against her just right. “Show me how you want me.”

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