by BJ Harvey
In short, his body.
I prop my head up on one elbow and start with his smooth chest. I can't imagine him having chest hair, but if he does, he obviously has to keep it short for his night job. Fuck if I don't like it smooth, though. I flex my fingers gently into his pecs as I watch his flat nipples harden. Damn, that's hot. All I want to do right now is reach over and run my tongue over his chest. I wonder if he'll wake up if I do that? Is it crossing the invisible line that we, more specifically I have set for no sex before the third date. Can it be argued that we've had many dates, just not of the official going out and doing something variety?
Deciding that I should take opportunities like this while the going is good, I lean my head down and softly lick over his nipple. He tastes just like I imagined; his skin slightly salty, but oh so fucking delicious. I feel his heartbeat race, and I swear I feel his cock twitch against my thigh, but it doesn't deter me. I rake my fingertips down his abs, counting in twos and stopping at eight, just as the V of his hips begins to taunt me.
“Don't start something you can't finish, babe,” I hear from behind my head as I jump in fright.
I pull back and look up to see the most devilish grin on his beautiful face.
“Hi,” I say sheepishly.
“Hey yourself. Couldn't help yourself, huh?” His shit eating grin gets bigger.
“Seems not,” I say. “Although, in all fairness, I was surprised to wake up plastered against you.”
“Why? You asked me to sleep with you, and I couldn't help but oblige.” The bastard winks at me when my expression changes to that of horror.
“I did not ask you to sleep with me! Oh shit, did I?”
“I don't know whether to be offended or amused.”
I feel my cheeks go hot. “I mean… um… did I ask to sleep with you?”
“You asked me to stay with you, after telling me in your very adorable drunken sleepy state that you wanted me.”
Deciding that now is not the time to back down to my insecurities, I just nod. 'Well I do, so that wasn't the drunk or sleepy part of me talking.”
With a quick flip, I find myself lying flat on my back with his hard everywhere body pressing down into mine. “That would explain the early morning discovery mission then,” he adds.
God, he feels good lying on top of me. “Mmm hmm.”
“For the record, I loved sleeping next to you. You're a very cuddly sleeper.” He rests his weight on one arm and sweeps my hair back off my face, causing my breath to catch.
“I always have been. Ask my mom. I used to wake up in the middle of the night and crawl into bed between her and dad for years,” I say nervously.
“Well, if you ever wake up in the middle of the night, you're always welcome to crawl into bed with me,” he says. His eyes seem to study my face, but I can't stop my eyes from dropping to his lips. Have I told you how much I love kissing this man?
“If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to be forced to kiss you.”
“Mmm hmm,” I reply, totally distracted by the perfect curved lips that are just inches away from mine.
“You asked for it.”
Suddenly, his tongue is in my open mouth, and he's kissing the life out of me, but I'm not complaining. I'm fully on board with this move. So on board that I grip his hair in my hands and pull his head even closer, his still hard cock against my stomach, my thighs clenching his.
He pulls back all too soon. “Babe, I have to stop or else I'm gonna lose it, and I want our first time together to be special for you. Not a five minute romp where I totally embarrass myself with my lack of endurance.”
I giggle at the absurdity of that sentence. There is no way that Zander would ever have any issue with stamina. “I think we've proven that you have more endurance than me when it comes to kissing.”
He looks down at me and smirks. “True, although in your case, that was one of the hottest fucking moments in my entire life.”
Holy mother of god. That just amps up my libido again, and I wish he'd just take me now.
Squeezing my thighs against his hips, I pull his head down and whisper in his ear, “You sure we can't just skip the third date and go straight to the sex?”
His entire body goes rigid, and he pulls back to look at me, finally breaking his gaze when he shakes his head as if he's trying to break himself out of a haze. “Babe, I told you it would happen, but you didn't believe me.”
I frown, not following him.
“I told you it would be a hard task keeping you from jumping me. Maybe the drunken cuteness was just a ruse to get me into your bed.” Then the bastard winks, and I know he's playing me.
“Cocky much?” I say, swatting his shoulder.
With one deep long stroke up my stomach, I instantly regret my choice of words.
“Much. Now I'm going to go cook pancakes, for breakfast this time, and once you mistakenly convince yourself that you've improved on the gorgeous goddess I had the pleasure of waking up to, your coffee will be waiting for you.”
With a quick, hard kiss, he achingly pulls his body away from mine, and I get the fine view of his boxer clad ass walking into our joint bathroom.
It's a good morning indeed.
ZANDER
This week has been hell, filled with final testing at the academy to make sure we're ready for field training next week. Talk about being physically and mentally draining. I've felt so bad for Kate. By the time I get home, she's lucky to get half an hour out of me before I'm collapsing in bed or falling asleep on the couch.
Don't get me started on the weekend either. I ended up being bribed into working for a night at the bar with Zach because he was two people down and desperate, and the other night was back to back gigs.
I've had no time to organize, let alone think about our elusive third date. And as much as I want to, I'm losing my resolve to stick to her three date rule. Ever since last weekend, we've been sleeping in her bed. It just sort of happened, and despite nothing more than sleeping all over each other and early morning make out sessions, there has been no third base action, let alone the home run we both crave.
But dammit, it's hard to keep to my promise. Part of me, mostly the lower half of me, is thinking about just jumping her and saying to hell with the third official date. It's not just me, either. Kate has been pouting and dropping hints all week. My favorite was when she argued with me, quite passionately, that our pancakes for dinner could be classed as our first date, which would make the zoo our second and dinner our third and that we should just 'do it already'.
It has been such a long time coming, I think I've built it up in my head to the point that it is stressing me out. I want the big romantic gesture. I want it to rock her fucking world. As much as I want to give her the toe-curling orgasms and hear her scream out my name as I pile drive into her pussy, I want it to be more than that. I want to get so lost in each other that you can't tell where one begins, and the other one ends.
Fuck, that's it. I really am turning into a fucking girl.
Now it's Monday morning and I'm waiting to meet my Field Training Officer-FTO. For the last month in the academy, I'll be working out of a CPD precinct with the FTO to make sure I'm fully prepared and aware of the reality of my new career. It's all well and good to get weapons training, regular physicals, and be taught all of the laws we have to uphold, but out there in the real world it is a whole new ball game.
It would be like trying to play baseball with a blindfold. You know about it, you hear about it, but if you can't cope with the game when that blindfold is ripped off, then you're going to be no use to anyone, are you?
According to my paperwork, which also proudly declares that I 'passed with flying colors', my FTO is Sam Richards. So you'll imagine my surprise and confusion when a statuesque uniformed woman walks into the room and shuts the door to the interview room before sitting down at the desk opposite me and opening up a brown folder. She holds out her hand to shake mine. “I'm Samantha Richards, and
I'm going to be your FTO for the next few weeks. We've got a lot to talk about right now, but I'm sure we'll get to know a bit about each other while we're working general patrol.”
“Zander Roberts. But you probably know that.”
“Yep. Says it right here in front of me,” she replies deadpan.
Tough audience. Well, field training sounds like it'll be a bunch of laughs with her around.
A week of night shift and I am exhausted. And if you thought I was pent up before I started my field training rotation, then times that by ten now. Kate and I have barely seen each other, let alone done anything to each other. That third date seems like a distant dream to us right now. I get home to Kate dressed and ready to leave for work, and by the time she gets home, we have enough time to eat dinner together and maybe sit and talk for a little while before I'm getting ready for another shift. It's been hell, and definitely an eye opener as to what life is going to be like as a rookie cop on the streets once I graduate.
Don't ask me why, but although we've only been on two dates, everything between us has been intensified. It must be because we're living together. To be honest, I don't think I would have liked it any other way. So I really do owe Mac a drink when all of this is said and done-and she's drinking again, of course-since it was her crazy hairball matchmaking plan that put the kick up my ass.
It's not surprising that Kate and I have taken to texting to talk to each other since my job and her job are starting to get in the way of us being able to spend any significant time together. I'm missing her, and it makes me feel a hell of a lot less girly to know that she is missing me just as much.
As the week drags on, and the weekend arrives, the texts between us have turned rather heated, and this afternoon is no exception.
Kate: Would it be bad if I just took matters into my own hands tonight?
Zander: Not helping, babe. Now all I can think about is your hands touching everywhere that my hands, mouth and dick should be.
Ten minutes later, she replies.
Kate: God, I wish you were with me right now.
Zander: Babe, you're killing me here.
Kate: The waiting is killing us both then.
Zander: Is that why you took a bath last night?
Kate: Well, I was rather 'tense' after our texts yesterday. I thought it would be fairer if I 'relaxed' when you weren't home. You know, just how you 'relaxed' in the shower without me this morning when you got home from your shift. The difference being I heard every torturous groan.
It is nearly 6 p.m., and Kate is due home any minute. I decide that enough is enough. We need to go out on our date, tonight. No more waiting, no long term planning.
I hear the rattle of the front door handle and get up off the floor from doing my push-ups, leaning against the kitchen counter wearing my workout shorts and nothing else.
“Zan, I'm …”
She spins around and stops short when she sees me. She's wearing a sleeveless black dress that falls a few inches above her knees and has a deep, round neck that skims the top of her breasts. One look at her and I'm hard as granite in less than a second.
“Come here,” I say hoarsely.
She drops her bag at the door, kicks her heels off, and runs toward me, jumping up just as I stand and brace myself to catch her. Our mouths crash together, and we're all tongues and lips as we try to get impossibly closer to each other. My hands cup her ass as her hands cup my cheeks. She sucks my tongue in the way she knows drives me crazy and I lose control.
I spin around and sit her on the kitchen counter. Her hands tangle in my hair as I drag my hands down her body resting them on her hips. She catches my bottom lip in her teeth, and I growl into her mouth as I plunder her mouth with renewed veracity. She pulls away and I trail my lips along her jaw, kissing her neck.
“We should...Zan…” Her voice trails off as I suck hard below her ear. “Argh, fuck that feels good,” she moans.
“We should stop,” I murmur against her skin, continuing to work my way down her neck to the hollow of her throat.
“No! Don't stop.”
I stop and pull back, looking at her intently. We're both breathing heavily, the air between us crackling as the seconds stretch out.
Running a hand through my hair, I look to the floor, trying to calm myself down. I want this so fucking bad it hurts, but Kate's rule is important to her; I know this. I don't want her to have any regrets, or any thoughts that we rushed this. I don't want her to question anything about being with me, about us.
I look back up to meet her eyes, and they have gone soft.
“Zan, it's okay. I want this. I need this.”
KATE
With my legs still wrapped around his hips, and my hands woven through his hair, we just stare at each other. His eyes are full of hunger, reflecting everything he's seeing in mine.
“But you said…”
“You wanted the third date.”
“Screw the third date,” he says before he slams his mouth hard against mine again and reaches behind me, fumbling for the zipper of my dress before pulling it down and watching as I pull my dress away from my shoulders.
“Screw me instead,” I say, whimpering as he unclasps my bra, throwing it over his shoulder before taking one of my aching nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and making me wetter than I thought possible from foreplay. Hell, this is pre-foreplay, and I'm already prepared to beg for his cock to be inside me.
“Babe, I'm yours. Have been for a while now.” He puts a hand on my shoulders and pushes me down so that my bare back is touching the cold countertop. He runs his hands over my breasts, stroking and tugging on my hard nipples before grabbing my dress and shimmying it down my body until I'm lying there in nothing but a red lace thong.
“God, I wish I could take my time with you,” he hums as he hooks his fingers into my panties and pulls them down my legs, baring my naked pussy to him for the first time. “Fucking perfect,” he mutters before leaning down and covering my clit with his mouth and sucking hard, flicking the hard nub with his tongue over and over until I'm writhing around him. My thighs clench his shoulders, and my hands go to the back of his head as my body struggles to hold back. He's even better than in my dreams.
He adds one finger, then two, pushing them inside me and easing them in and out, creating a devastating rhythm with his tongue. This is better than anything I could have imagined. Real life Zander, his mouth between my legs, his fingers thrusting inside my pussy. I feel my climax building far too soon. Way too fast.
Without warning, he lightly scrapes his teeth against my clit and adds a third finger, and I come hard around him, arching my back and crying out his name. I even think I called him God a few times too, but in that moment, he was a god.
He grabs my hands, which may have pulled some of his hair out and pulls me up so that we're chest to chest again. I reach between us and palm his hard length through his shorts. “Babe, you keep that up and it'll be over before it begins.”
“I need more. You need more.” I slip my hand under the waistband and wrap my hand around his cock, my fingers not able to touch around him. My eyes widen and he grins at me before kissing me again, his lips meshing with mine as his tongue invades my mouth in a sweet, welcome assault.
I squeal when he leans over and reaches beside me, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a condom, then handing it to me before snaking his hands around my back and pulling me hard into his body.
Grabbing my ass, I squeal as he lifts me from the counter with apparent ease and carries me to the couch.
Kneeling on the floor, he sits me on the edge of the couch while he stands to pull his shorts off, giving me my first unadulterated view of every inch of his G.O.G body.
“Like what you see, babe?”
“Always have,” I say, looking up at him. He growls and kneels in front of me again. I wrap my fingers around him again, stroking his cock, skin on skin for the first time. He feels so damn good in my hands.
; “God, you're beautiful. I'm the luckiest guy in the fucking world right now.” His voice is low and husky, and my pussy clenches instinctually.
“Need you, Zan,” I whisper, kissing his lips and speeding up my hand on his cock. His breathing becomes labored, and I can see sweat beading on his forehead. He reaches down and stills my hand, giving me a cheeky grin which turns heated when I rip the condom wrapper and reach down, rolling the latex over his swollen head and down his length, gently cupping his balls before shifting my hips in line with his, wrapping my legs around him and positioning the tip of his pulsating cock inside of me.
I lift my hand back to his neck and pull him in for a slow, teasing kiss. I move my mouth to his ear. “Take me, Zan. I know you want to.”
He pulls his hips back and thrusts deep inside me, his hands gripping my hips to hold me flush against him as he holds still, buried to the hilt. Nipping my neck with his teeth, he growls as my body accommodates him. He leans up, and we stare at each other. I look down to where we are joined and flex my kegels, making him groan. “Fuck!”
He thrusts deep again, making my head fall back as the pleasure of every lunge forward he makes threatens to overcome me. My nails dig into his back, holding on for dear life as he proceeds to fuck the living daylights out of me.
Why the hell did we wait so long?
Reaching down, he moves his thumb hard and fast against my clit, and I buck wildly against him as I start panting. “Babe, I can feel you. You're close again, aren't you?” he asks. I nod my head profusely as I seek out his mouth, whimpering as I kiss him deeply, moving my hips fast to meet his. With one last deep thrust, I'm thrown head first over the edge, catapulted into an orgasm that wracks my entire body as a tidal wave of pleasure sweeps through me. Zander's body goes rigid as he finds his own climax. Our bodies stick together as we slump on the couch, and I welcome the weight of his body on mine as we wait for our heart rates to subside.
