Never Enough Lovin'
JC lay perfectly still when he felt Spencer raise up on her knees and lean over him. She dropped light kisses on his face and then lifted one of his eyelids, making him chuckle.
"Knew you were awake, squidlet."
"Busted," he grinned, pulling her into a tight embrace and kissing her properly.
"Attention to orders," she gasped when he let her up for air.
"Do I have to get up?" he groaned, his arms still holding her.
"No, but you should be lying at attention, mister."
"Attention to orders means an officer is getting a commendation or promotion, baby. Is that what you meant?"
"Uh-huh," she confirmed. "You're gonna' get something, JC."
He laughed, then sobered at her glare and put his arms at his side, his eyes focused over her shoulder. And winked.
She laughed at him. "Just for that, sailor, I might have to hold an admiral's disciplinary mast."
He was hard pressed not to laugh, biting the inside of his cheek in order to keep his expression neutral. But she was suspicious and leaned over his chest to go nose-to-nose with him. Without any conscious thought, he cupped her breasts, dipping down to nuzzle his face between them.
"Admiral!" she admonished.
"Ma'am?" he responded crisply, his arms returned to their sides, his gaze over her shoulder again.
She might have ignored his break in protocol if his shoulders weren't shaking with his mirth.
"Hmmm," she mused, sitting on her thighs, her arms across her breasts as she looked at him.
"Don't move, squid. That's an order."
"Don't make a sound, either."
She glared at him. He tried hard not to grin.
Balancing her weight on his shoulders, she leaned over him dropping light kisses on his face and neck. When she reached his throat, she sucked it hard, making him moan softly. "Didn't I tell you not to make a sound?" she murmured, stretching out on top of him, her breasts pressing into his chest, her thighs nudging his groin. She felt his body twitch under her belly and grinned. She had every intention of making him beg.
Beginning the sweet torture, she put her hands on his forearms, her feet between his legs and raised her body a few inches above him. Then she brushed against him, her nipples teasing his upper chest, moving up further until they were close to his mouth. His lips could easily reach them if he moved his head slightly. His mouth opened... and his breath escaped in a hiss when she moved back down to his chest. Then she lowered her belly and hips to his groin, teasing him with her silky flesh, pressing against his manhood, raising up again...
His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back down to his body.
"Ten demerits, Admiral Squiddles," she said sternly.
"Worth it," he mumbled, kneading her butt, about to turn her over, spank her and love her.
"On your back, squid!" she ordered.
JC turned over, his heavy sigh the only sound of frustration.
She rose above him again, her hands on top of his hands, and her breasts pressing his burgeoning erection.
"Quiet, squid," she said softly. "I haven't begun to give you what you deserve."
JC wasn't sure he could take what she had to dish out. Her body was soft and warm and pressing against him in a delicious way. He wanted her. He was ready to forget he had lost a serious bet with her and to pay it off, he had agreed to follow her orders for the day. He wanted her now. He'd suffer her anger later. He lifted his head, ready to raise up and grab her when she bent her head and licked the tip of his manhood. Groaning, his head fell back to the pillow and his hips arched up.
"Now, bella, now," he moaned.
"Not a sound, squidlet, or I'll stop," she warned.
He bit his tongue.
She played with him, licking, kissing, her tongue making him crazy. She heard his heavy ragged breathing and smiled... and continued the sweet torture, bending her head to lick the crease in his thighs, teasing his flesh, and making him growl.
"Now," he begged, his voice barely a whisper.
"Later, squid," she taunted, nipping his inner thighs.
"Now..." his breath caught.
"Soon," she murmured, scraping him with her teeth.
"Please!" he gasped.
"Magic word," she smiled and proceeded to give him what he desperately wanted.
He couldn't remain still. One hand moved to her hair, the other to her neck and his hips arched, retreated and arched again.
Spencer sat up and folded her arms across her chest. JC could barely focus, his breath escaping in gasps while he tried to see why she had stopped. Then it dawned on him and he snorted in disgust and put his hands back at his side.
She laughed. "Put them under your butt, squid." When he complied, her hands and mouth resumed loving him.
She teased him just a little longer and when she was sure he was about to reach nirvana, she let him slip out of her mouth and down between her breasts. Squeezing them together, she captured him, his seed rushing forth and coating her chest. Still holding him between her breasts, she lowered her mouth to the tip of his exhausted organ and licked him.
JC's breath escaped in a hiss at the sensation and orders be damned! He pulled her up and tucked her head under his chin. Her hands slipped down to his hips, but before she could tease him further, he grabbed them, pulling them behind her back, and held them.
"Naughty squid," she murmured into his chest. "Going to have to hold another disciplinary mast."
"If I ever let you go," he said between breaths.
"Going to be insubordinate, sailor?" she asked, licking the skin just below his throat.
"Going to mutiny any second now," he warned, a small shiver making him flex his pecs. "And might just warm that little butt of yours and damn the consequences."
She arched her hips into his groin and got an answering twitch. "This particular member of your crew will follow my orders," she said with a soft laugh. "I'd stake my life on it."
"I think you're right, dolcezza," he chuckled, releasing her hands and cupping her face. "That part of me always obeys your orders."
He pulled her hands to his mouth and sucked a finger between his lips. "Okay if I do this, ma'am?" he asked, pausing to lick her palm.
"Very okay, squid," she assured him, the feeling as erotic as if he were suckling at her breast.
He kept his eyes on her face as he sucked each finger and when he felt her yield to him, he lowered his mouth to her breast. The scent of his release was heavy, her breasts and belly covered by his seed. He lifted a breast and teased the underside with his lips, making her shiver, making her grasp his head.
"Do you want me to lick this sweet flesh, ma'am?" he asked respectfully.
"Mmmm," she murmured.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he paused. "What that a yes or a no?" His tongue snaked between his teeth, then he waited for her response.
She pulled his head up and looked into his eyes. "What did you do before I came into your life?"
He arched a brow.
"What did you do about your healthy sexual appetite?"
"I'm not sure all those details are worth discussing, ma'am."
"I want an answer, sailor," she barked in her best imitation of his tone of command. "That's an order!"
JC coughed to cover his laughter.
"I'm waiting, sailor. Don't make me wait too long."
"Well?" she insisted. "What did you do?"
"Took care of business, myself, ma'am."
"Took care of business yourself? What does that mean?" It dawned on her what that meant. "Ohhhh."
He laughed. She glared. "Show me."
"Show you?" he asked incredulously.
"That's an order, squid," she grinned.
"Need a few minutes to recuperate, bambina," he grinned back, his mouth returning to her breasts. He licked a nipple, nipped it lightly, and then held it between his lips, making her moan softly.
"Ten more demerits, squid," she breathed hard.
"That makes twenty you've given me, ma'am," he murmured, licking the other nipple, satisfied she wasn't pushing him away from her. "What do the demerits stand for? Got something special in mind to torture me?"
"Keep it up, sailor and you'll find out."
"I'm trying, ma'am," he laughed at the double entendre, pulling her down to his chest and hugging her. "And while I'm recuperating," he sighed, turning her over and pinning her beneath him, "I'll love you a little. That's always good for my recuperation."
"JC," she pushed at his chest. "Loving me wasn't one of your orders."
"Just using my initiative, ma'am," he murmured, licking the sweet flesh at her throat, his hands roaming over familiar territory, the scent of her filling his nostrils... his heart in her hands.
He rolled onto his side and stroked her at his leisure. Her body was soft in all the right places and her skin was silk. He loved touching her and he indulged his senses while she lay quietly beside him.
Spencer stretched. She loved mornings with JC and this particular morning was special. She couldn't believe he was following her orders and she smiled broadly, thinking about the next order.
He cupped her chin. "Why are you smiling, imp? And why does that worry me?"
"Shall we have breakfast, JC?" she asked, ignoring his questions.
He kept his hand on her chin and narrowed his eyes at her.
"You hungry, squidlet?"
He glared at her. "What are you planning, imp?" he scowled, his commanding tone making her smile.
"You want something to eat, baby?" she asked, pinching his two-star butt.
"Baby? Did you call me, baby?" he growled and went nose-to-nose with her, his breath warm and heavy on her face.
"I did," she murmured, squeezing his butt. "You're my baby, JC. All mine."
He wasn't sure he liked the sound of that and uncertain if it was a clue to what her next order would be, but he didn't make another comment. Spencer laughed softly, moving her hands to cup his face and kiss him. She knew he didn't like to be called baby and that he was already wondering what she was up to. It didn't mean anything, but she loved teasing him. It wasn't often she could keep him guessing and she reveled in it.
"You're pouting, JC," she grinned, briefly sucking his lower lip.
"I am not," he huffed. "Admirals do not pout. I don't think I've ever pouted in my entire life."
"I bet you did when you were an eight-year old," she insisted.
"I don't think so," he muttered.
"The scowl on your face could pass for an eight-year old's this very minute, baby." She pinched his cheek. "A very tall eight-year old. Maybe, I should take you over my knee and... "
He chuckled and pinned her arms to her side. "I'd like to see you try." He gave her a wolfish grin. "Maybe I'll let you try."
"You're a naughty squid, Admiral," she said matter-of-factly.
"Did I ever mention you're the sassiest imp I've ever known?"
"Once or twice, I think," she smiled, kissing his nose. "Breakfast?"
"Soon," he murmured, covering her mouth. "Have to reassert my authority, here."
"Your authority?" she sputtered. "I'm giving the orders, today."
"Yes, ma'am, you are," he grinned. "As soon as you're able to..." He released her arms, his large hands moving over her torso, his fingers between her ribs, tickling her. He knew all the ticklish spots, tormenting her by tickling all of them.
She yelled at him to stop and said it was an order. He ignored her orders and her pleas, showing her no mercy.
"JC! No more," she yelled, trying to squirm away from his hands, her laughter filling his ears, making him smile.
"Yes! More!" he insisted, now holding her hands away from her body and bending his mouth to her armpits, torturing each in turn with his lips and tongue and teeth.
"Ten more demerits, squid," she gasped, her breath too heavy for coherent speech.
"That's thirty, baby," he grinned, laying beside her and holding her in a loose embrace until she could take a normal breath. "How many more do I have to get before you...?" He cupped her chin, tilting her head so he could look at her. "What are you planning, imp?"
She gave him an innocent smile.
He wasn't fooled. "What? Tell me."
She smiled again.
"That's Madam Commanding Officer to you, midshipman!"
"Midshipman!" JC groaned. "I've been demoted."
"I might consider Ensign," she sighed, "but only if you make breakfast."
"Ensign," he muttered. "How about Lieutenant?" he bargained.
"You'll have to make the coffee, too."
"Agreed." He bent his head to kiss her, his tongue slipping between her lips.
"Now," she said, pulling back from his mouth.
"You're tougher than some of my old DI's," he muttered, getting up, and reaching for his sweats.
"Was this at the Academy?" she looked up at him after tying her robe. "Or at that special Sealy school you went to?"
"Sealy school? Woman," he pulled her to him. "You have no respect for..."
She kissed him. She stood on tip-toe and kissed him, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his butt, pulling him to her.
"I love you, squid," Spencer murmured. "Even if you did go to Sealy school."
He chuckled and pulled her up to his chest. "And I love you, baby. Now, let me go make some breakfast so you have the energy to keep giving me orders." He lowered her feet to the floor. "And I have the strength to follow them."