Never Enough Lovin'
Part Two
by sarAdora
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He sat on a kitchen stool and Spencer stood between his legs, feeding him bites of bagel smeared with cream cheese and topped with smoked salmon. One of his hands rested on her hip, the other stroking her back as she fed him. She took a bite just often enough so he wouldn't scowl at her for not eating, but when she picked up her glass of milk, he gently pulled it away from her.

"Got to eat, sweetheart," he murmured, slipping a bit of bagel and cream cheese between her lips. "Have to have something in your stomach before you can give me orders."

"What does eating have to do with orders?" she asked, trying to chew and swallow, and then grabbing her glass for a quick drink before he took it out of her hands and put it out of her reach. "JC!" she protested, pulling away from him and trying to retrieve her glass.

"Uh-uh, baby. Eat first."

"You..."

He pulled her back to him and held her in a loose embrace. He had learned not to yell at her when she didn't eat enough; it only caused her to lose her appetite completely. There were days when she ate a lot and days when she barely ate enough; this was not one of her eating days. If he threatened not to follow her orders until she ate, she'd be hurt that he set conditions and she'd withdraw. Cupping her chin, he made her look up at him. "You know you'll fill up on milk and won't eat," he said quietly. "I want you to eat." Caressing her cheek with his thumb, he smiled at the imp. "For me, baby. Please eat a little more."

JC kissed her. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. "You're going to eat something, imp," he growled, slipping his hand beneath her robe and tickling her lightly. "If you don't, I'll tie you down and force feed you."

She laughed at his words and tried to squirm away from his fingers tickling her. "And when you have eaten every morsel in this house, I'll weigh you. If you've gained ten pounds, I'll let you have some milk. Until then..."

"JC! Stop!" she laughed. "I can't take any more."

"You gonna' eat breakfast?" he glared at her, pulling her robe off her shoulder, licked her silky skin, ready to tickle her some more.

"Yes-s-s, please stop."

"If you insist," he sighed, reaching for another bagel and smearing half of it heavily with cream cheese. "Here, baby. Eat this."

"Is that an order, Lieutenant?" Spencer arched a brow, retying her robe.

"It's a request, ma'am," he said respectfully, his lips twitching, planning to kiss her again.

She ate it and when she finished, he gave her the milk. She drank it all while he watched and when she put her glass down, he bent his head to lick her lips. "I need you, sweetheart," he murmured. "I need you now."

She put a gentle hand on his face and then ordered him to sit where he was and finish his coffee while she straightened the kitchen. He was content to follow her order, content to watch her move around the kitchen. When she was finished, she turned to look at him. There was a definite twinkle in her eye.

"Stand up, Lieutenant," she barked. JC stood.

"I want you to lean against the counter and face me." He complied, setting his coffee mug on the table.

"You are not to move. Is that understood?"

"Aye-aye, ma'am," he responded.

Spencer stood in front of him and removed her robe, dropping it at his feet. JC arched a brow. "You are not to move, squid."

"Aye-aye, ma'am," he said, his voice a little husky to her ears, his soft drawl a little thicker.

She pulled his sweats down as she lowered herself to the floor, her knees resting on her discarded robe. His cock immediately saluted, making her laugh.

"I said you are not to move, squidlet," she murmured, blowing on the head of his penis.

"Aye-aye, ma'am," he choked, his throat dry, his hands clenching into fists.

Her mouth covered him, her tongue teasing his hardened member as her hands massaged his sensitive sac. JC's hips moved on their own, independent of what his brain commanded. His hands went to her hair and he sighed heavily. Her mouth was magic.

"Didn't I say you were not to...?"

He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her, his manhood seeking the haven between her thighs, found it, and entered her.

"JC, you're supposed to..."

"Love you, sweetheart. That's what I'm doing. Hush," he kissed her again, his hands cupping her butt and pulling her to him, a few tingly spanks landing as he pushed into her heat. His thrusts were swift and deep and in moments, Spencer kissed him back and began climbing her way to orgasmic bliss.

His entire body shuddered in release, his low rumbling growl of pleasure filling her ears. Spencer collapsed against him, breathing deeply, JC's damp chest and unique scent filling her senses.

"You disobeyed orders," she admonished him softly.

"Told you I was going to mutiny, baby. Couldn't help it," he murmured, rubbing his face against her neck. Have no willpower when it comes to you."

"Just for that, I have a special order for you."

"I'm worn out, sweetheart," he groaned. "Give me a little time."

"I have no sympathy for insubordinate sailors," she announced as she recovered her breath and slid from his arms, pulling on her robe and retying it. "Not any for insubordinate admirals, either," she grinned, cupping his chin and winking at him.

"Enjoy this while you can, Madam Commanding Officer," he warned softly, one large hand cupping her bottom cheeks.

"Are you threatening me, squidlet?" she asked, the giggle in her voice making him smile.

"Promising, baby. I'm making a promise." His hand moved to her face, cupping her cheek, his thumb moving over her skin, lost for a moment in his love for her.

"Come into the bedroom, sailor. I want you to put on your dress whites."

"My dress whites? Whatever for?" he thundered, pulling up his sweats and following her into the bedroom.

"Are you questioning my orders, mister? 'Cause if you are..."

"No, ma'am," he groaned, wondering what the imp was going to order him to do and wondering again why he had agreed to this madness.

She sat up against the headboard while he changed into his dress whites. She insisted he put on underwear and his shoes and socks as if he were going out.

"My ribbons, too?"

"No, you can leave the ribbons off. I don't want them to get wrinkled or dirty," she said cryptically.

He narrowed his gaze at her, about to ask what this was all about but she interrupted him. "Don't forget your cover, Admiral."

"Are you gonna' take my picture?" he glowered.

Spencer burst out laughing. "Don't give me any ideas, squidlet."

"Now, what?" he asked, spreading his arms and facing her when he was completely dressed.

Spencer sighed. "You really are one handsome sailor, Admiral Squiddles."

He chuckled. "You already knew that, baby."

"Ah," she pursed her lips, looking him over. "And arrogant, too. Let's see what I can do about that." She focused her gaze on him and he looked right back at her, his gaze unwavering, his stance one of command.

"Turn around, sailor."

JC turned his back to her and watched her in the mirror in front of him.

"Nice butt, sailor."

He laughed. There was a bit of color on the imp's face.

"Okay, this is what you're going to do," she said, pulling a tape recorder from under the bed. "Stay where you are," she ordered as he started to turn to face her.

"You're going to strip for me, sailor."

"Strip?" he bellowed. "I am *not*..."

"Yes, you are, squidlet. That's an order," she said quietly, but firmly.

He started to protest and thought better of it. He would strip, but he'd seduce her at the same time.

He thought about how he was going to do that but then he heard Dinah Shore singing the first chords of "Blues in the Night." His shoulders shook with laughter.

"My momma done told me - when I was in pigtails"

"I'm waiting, sailor," Spencer spoke softly from her position on the bed, a smug smile on her lips.

"My momma done told me, hon - A man's gonna sweet-talk -
"And give you the glad eye"

JC sprung around and sashayed over to Spencer, making her laugh softly as he exaggerated his hip movements. But she stopped laughing when he bowed, removed his cover and placed it on her head with a flourish and a kiss.

"But when that sweet-talkin's done' -
A man is a two-faced, -
a worrisome thing - Who'll leave you to sing -
the blues in the night"

He returned to the foot of the bed and undulated his hips toward her and back, and side to side. His hands unbuttoned his tunic - slowly and methodically, his gaze never leaving her face. Spencer licked her lips, watching him.

"Now the rain's a fallin' -
Hear the trains a-callin' hooey -
My momma done told me"

When his tunic was completely open, he turned his back on her, shrugged it from his shoulders and let it drop down to his waist.

"Hear that lonesome whistle -
Blowing across the trestle,
My momma done told me, a-hooey, a-hooey"

"You're mighty slow, squid. Can't you go a little faster?"

"Old clickety clack is echoing back -
the blues in the night"

He ignored her taunts and twirled the jacket over his head, finally tossing it. It landed on her chest. He turned, swallowing hard when he saw her untie her robe and spread her legs, moving his tunic down her body and bringing it to rest on her thighs.

"The evenin' breeze will start the trees to praying -
And the moon will dim its light -
When you hear the blues in the night"

He toed off his shoes and socks and facing her, he flung the socks over his shoulder. She was pleased to note that his pants were suddenly too tight. Putting his hands under his T-shirt, he teased her, pulling it up in small increments, exposing his navel and then his muscular chest.

"Take it off," she whispered. "Take it all off, sailor."

When his chest was bare, he whipped the shirt round and round in his hand, turning and wiggling his butt at her. She should have laughed, but she was speechless that he was actually doing a strip tease for her benefit. She barely whispered to him just as he pulled it over his head.

"I want that, JC."

"Mark my word the mockingbird -
Will sing the saddest kind of song -
He knows things are wrong -
And he's right"

He stalked her with his eyes, arching a brow, his gaze sweeping her body. Then his lips curved into a sexy smile as he bent over her, removed his tunic from her mound and dropped his T-shirt in its place. He turned her onto her side, pulled the soft cotton T-shirt down through her folds, between her thighs and up again onto her butt. Back and forth, he rubbed it over her folds, making her gasp, her face a vivid pink. Spencer took a big gulp of air and pushed his hands away.

"From Natchez to Mobile -
From Memphis to St. Joe -
Wherever the four winds blow"

"Your turn, squidlet. Let me see your naked body," her voice barely audible.

"I've been to some big towns -
I've heard me some big talk -
But there is one thing I know"

"Yes, ma'am," he murmured. He snatched the T-shirt away and quickly lifting her bottom to his mouth, he kissed her folds, his tongue snaking out to lick her before moving away. Spencer retreated, her body warm, moisture beginning to pool between her thighs.

"A man is a two-faced -
a worrisome thing -
Who'll leave you to sing -
the blues in the night"

She sat a little straighter and spread her legs again, her sex glistening and exposed to JC's gaze. There was no doubt she wanted him. His back was to her and he watched her in the mirror when he unbuckled his belt. He had intended to let his pants shimmy down his legs but Spencer bent her knees with her legs spread. He could see that she was wet and he knew he couldn't wait much longer. His pants dropped to the floor and he forgot the music and stared at her wantonness.

"My momma done told me - there's blues in the night"

"Strip, squid," she commanded softly. "Show me your sweet ass."

"My sweet ass?" he laughed softly. "I don't believe I've ever heard you talk that way before." His words brought an immediate blush to her face and he wondered where she heard that expression. It was so out of character for her and he loved it.

Spencer scooted to the foot of the bed and got up on her knees, giving him a stinging swat with his T-shirt. "Strip, mister, and make it snappy!"

He stepped out of her reach and keeping his back to her, pulled his boxers halfway down his butt. Then he turned and grabbed her, holding her securely with one arm before pulling them the rest of the way off.

"You're mine, sweetheart - orders or no orders - and I can't wait."

"No, JC. You promised to show me how you took care of business. You..."

He bent his head and bit her thigh, his teeth catching the soft sweet flesh next to her sex, making her moan softly. "Later, baby," his warm breath covered her mound, her navel, her belly, and her breasts as he moved up her body. "I need to be inside you."

He was hard and eager and exhaled deeply when he found his way into her. "I love you, imp," he told her as he gathered her into his arms, his hands delivering the stinging spanks, his mouth kissing her deeply as his hips began the slow thrusting motions that brought them both to fulfillment.

1140 Hours
Spencer arched her back and turned in JC's arms when she woke. She looked up to see his warm brown eyes watching her. "Did you sleep, squidlet?"

"Mmmm," he hummed, bending his head to kiss her.

"Are you rested, Commander...? Lieutenant...? Captain?"

"Yes," he smiled as she rattled off the ranks she knew, even if they were in the wrong order. "I think I've advanced to Captain, sweetheart."

"What's after that?"

"Commodore."

"Commodore?" She laughed, cupping his cheek with her hand. "There's no such thing as Commodore, JC. You made that up."

He laughed, not correcting her. "You're right. The next rank is admiral."

"Oh no, you don't," she said. "You haven't earned admiral, yet." She rubbed her nose against his. "You can be a captain. Now," she sat up, briefly catching his face between her breasts, "let's take a shower. I want to see how you take care of business."

JC chuckled. His face was comfortable between her soft warm breasts and he wasn't about to let her go. His arms held her and he rubbed his cheeks against her silky flesh, slowly turning his face and finally, catching a nipple between his lips.

"JC," she said softly, her arms around his neck, her chin resting on the top of his head. "I love you so much."

"I know," he grinned, swinging her into the air as he got off the bed. "But not nearly as much as I love you."

"Lieutenant! You... you..."

"With all due respect, ma'am, it's Captain now," he said in a neutral tone as one hand fondled her butt and the other moved entirely too close to her inner thighs.

"In the shower, mister!" she barked.

"Aye-aye, ma'am," he grinned, a smug smile growing on his face.

"And wipe that smile off your face, sailor."

JC gave a shout of laughter and hustled her into the shower with him. He set her on her feet next to him, against the back wall of the shower and closed his eyes. The warm spray hit them both and JC moved closer to it as he held himself in a comfortable grasp.

Spencer watched his hand stroke up and down in a particular rhythm - his palm moving up a little, down a little and then all the way up to the tip. His breathing pattern changed - first, deep breaths as his hand slowly stroked, then open mouthed breathing as his hand moved faster. His other hand gently massaged his testes, periodically squeezing, easing up, and massaging again. When he was as hard as he was going to be, he spread his legs further and put both hands on his manhood. One hand stroked, the other palmed the tip. His breathing became audible rasping grunts, his hips moved forward and his hands moved faster and faster...

"No!" Spencer objected, pushing his hands away from his body and hugging him. "That's mine! You can't have it!"

JC chuckled between gasps while Spencer's shoulders shook with laughter. "That didn't come out exactly right," she grinned. "I didn't... that is, I meant to say that I want to do that."

When she pushed his hands away, they had automatically closed around her waist. He squeezed her. "You want to do what?" he smiled.

"I want to be the one who brings you pleasure, squidlet," she said softly, reaching for him.

"You always bring me pleasure, baby," he murmured, his hands moving to her breasts and thumbing her nipples. "Always."

She took over when he left off, loving him with her hands and mouth and bringing him pleasure. When he coated her lips and breasts, Spencer rested against his belly, waiting for him to regain his breath. JC lifted her to her feet and then, up onto his chest, kissing her deeply - thoroughly - leaving her breathless.

~ End Part Two ~

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