Rough and Ready

by Cathleen Ross

  He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Had the word “cock” really come from her sweet lips?

  “I feel exactly the same. I thought those pricks were going to hurt you. That the whole bar would be awash with blood.”

  “They didn’t, thanks to you. I loved the way you handled yourself today.”

  “Even if it was stupid?”

  “Especially so.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight. All the reasons he shouldn’t do this faded when he held her. Damn, she was a great fit in his arms.

  “It’s been some time since I’ve had sex,” he warned her.

  She ran her hands along his cock, which was still agonizingly trapped in his pants. “Good. Because I’ll probably want you more than once.”

  He swept her up in his arms.

  He’d have to be careful with her, to hold back on so many levels. Even so, his whole body quivered with anticipation.

  Chapter Four

  In her bedroom, Alice couldn’t stop stroking Hugo’s chest, running her hands over his rock-hard musculature. “I can’t get over how big you are.”

  His eyes shone with the look of a man who was about to get lucky. He placed her on her feet.

  She took his hands. “Even your fingers.”

  “And you’re so ladylike. So styled. Look at these beautifully manicured fingernails. Your neat makeup. I’m scared I’m going to muss up your hair.”

  Dammit. She wasn’t some precious ornament. “Just because I’m a neat freak, doesn’t make me some sort of princess. I ride motorbikes and played flag football in college. I loved gymnastics.”

  “You? I’m surprised you can lift a motorbike.”

  “Oh, shut up and get naked,” she said, taking in a deep breath. He smelled like he’d taken a shower recently, so that his natural scent came through the freshness of the soap. Spice and man musk. Something in her quivered.

  God, she wanted to touch and kiss and stroke and breathe him in hard. This warrior was made for sex. She was so twitchy after the bar incident, she wanted to jump his bones, and no amount of common sense that normally reined her in could override this.

  She untied the drawstring on his cargo pants, but he was adept at undressing himself. He’d already toed his boots off and stepped out of his pants until he was wearing nothing but his boxers. He picked up the cargo pants, pulled out his wallet, and extracted several condoms, slapping them down on the bedside table.

  For a huge guy he had a shapely butt and slim hips, which only served to accentuate the breadth of his shoulders and the thickness of his thighs. The man reminded her of a Canadian woodchopper. A giant, fit enough and full enough of energy to burst his skin.

  He turned and stepped out of his boxers.

  “Oh, Hugo,” Alice said, breathless at the sight of his cock. He was magnificent.

  “I’ll try and go slow, though it’s not my usual way.”

  “What is your way?”

  “I like to fuck hard. Rough.” He pulled a tragic expression. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to. I’ve had women walk away from me in the past when they see this.” He took his cock in his hand and pumped it to full size with a few strokes.

  She reached up and gave his nipple a savage pinch.

  “Ouch!”

  “Understand this. I never walk away. I finish what I start.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She saw respect in his eyes, and a buzz of joy tingled throughout her. “I want you. All of you, and I’m not scared.”

  “I don’t want you to be scared. Besides, I won’t be taking you hard. Skin like yours will leave bruises, and I don’t want you coming back at me saying I hurt you like I’m some sort of sick fuck.”

  “You don’t know me. I’m not neurotic. I won’t make up weird shit. I’m a straight shooter. I’m not going to go psycho on you, so don’t put limits on me.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “And stop calling me, Ma’am.”

  “Alice,” he said, his eyes gleaming at her sassiness.

  “Good.”

  Sometimes, just sometimes, she let herself do something she shouldn’t. Taking a stranger into her bed was madness. Today he was her error of judgment…but she didn’t care. In a moment, his hands were everywhere, as if he couldn’t believe she was his. He put his hands along the collar line of her scrub T-shirt and went to rip it.

  She stopped him just in time by stepping back and pulled it over her head, while Hugo looked on, the skin around his bandage darkening with lust.

  Under her uniform she wore a neat lacy brassiere. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of her trousers to reveal her matching white G-string.

  “I’m never going to be able to look at you in those dowdy scrubs without thinking about what’s under it.” He cupped both of her breasts and squeezed gently, peeling back the cups with his thumbs to reveal her light pink nipples. In a heartbeat he was licking one and then the other.

  Alice shivered with delight and grabbed his hips. His tongue was hot and moist and fervent.

  He stopped and looked up at her. “You’re not nervous, are you, Nursey?”

  “Nervous, excited. I can’t tell the difference. All I know is that I thought I was going to die and you were there. I want you to fuck me. I want your body on mine. I want to forget the terror. I want you.”

  “You’re not going to be under me. Not the first time. I’m going to take this slow and vanilla. I don’t want to lose control.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’ll see.”

  He sat on the bed and lifted her, sitting her on his lap, her legs astride, his hands around her waist to steady her. He undid her bra with one hand and flung it to the floor. “What incredible breasts.” He kissed each one, nudging it with his nose and rolling his cheeks across her chest before returning to lave her nipples.

  A hedonistic thrill wove its way down her body to her sex. She squirmed, moving forward, wanting to rub herself against Hugo’s cock, but his big hands held her in place.

  He moved one hand between her legs, sliding his index finger under her G-string, moving his finger back and forth.

  She wriggled, wanting him to touch her clit.

  “You’re not wet enough.”

  He could have fooled her.

  “Hold on to my shoulders, I’m going to move farther onto the bed.” He shoved himself back into the middle of the bed and lay down. “Crawl up and put your knees on either side of my face.”

  “I’m not sure.” She’d never done this before, and the act was so intimate.

  “Well, I am. I’m going to make sure you’re dripping wet, so satiated with orgasms that you barely know what’s going on. That’s the way I’m having you, or this,” he cupped his cock, “isn’t going to happen.”

  “Really?” He’d forgo his own pleasure?

  “We’re doing this my way.”

  She crawled up the bed, noticing the satisfied gleam in his eyes. “You like bossing me around?”

  “Hell, yeah. You’re the sexiest kitten I’ve ever seen.”

  “You been with many kittens?” She straddled his face, moving her knees on the soft pillows so that she was in reach of his tongue.

  “Several cougars and lotsa wildcats, but none of them lovely like you.”

  Hugo had a way with words, and even if she didn’t know him, he made her feel like she was the most beautiful, the most precious creature.

  He wrenched her G-string aside so that the panties shredded in his powerful hands, and only then did the massive power of the man dawn on her. He could fuck her like an animal, hurt her, but he didn’t. He wanted to look after her first. The thrill of the thought shot straight to her pussy.

  His hands circled her buttocks, his thumbs pressing on her hipbones, and he pulled her down onto his lips. The first hot lick of her seam had her gasping, but it opened her up to him, which was clearly what he was intending because he speared her with his tongue.

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sp; She gasped, arching her back as he continued to spear her until she squirmed in pleasure, clenching down on his tongue.

  He raised his head. “You’d like that to be my cock, wouldn’t you?”

  “Oh God.” She was beyond replying.

  “It would stretch you far more than my tongue. I want you to be able to take all of me.”

  She thought of his great, big cock entering her, widening her.

  Then he teased her clit, his tongue moving maddeningly over the top of it. She wanted to lower herself to increase the pressure, but his two great hands kept such a tight grip on her, she couldn’t move. She knew in the morning she’d be sporting bruises.

  She couldn’t think as he worked over her with his tongue. His lips suckled her clit, the stubble on his face scraping against her delicate skin. As the pleasure grew, she fucked his mouth, her hips gyrating to the rhythm of his tongue. He clamped his lips around her clit, sucking and licking until the first spasms of orgasm had her arching her back as her fingers clasped and unclasped the headboard.

  He inserted two fingers inside her and curved them slightly as he licked, so that she crunched down on his fingers. His tongue circled her clit while the other hand finger-fucked her. The flame of pleasure shot through her, rising up her spine, exploding in her head.

  She moaned and rocked, unable to get enough.

  When he sucked on her clit, drawing it up into his mouth, and licked over the head of it, a second orgasm slammed into her, the spasms more intense than the first. Her stomach clenched, her heart thundered in her chest, and she cried out with a guttural groan. Finally, she slumped back on her heels, trying to catch her breath, totally boneless.

  “We’re going to go slow here,” he said, gripping her around the waist to steady her.

  She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t a china doll or some delicate southern princess, but she didn’t want to break the spell.

  He clasped his hands around her waist and lifted her down his body, so that his cock was between her legs. She pressed her hands on his chest to steady herself while he took his cock in his hand.

  “Sit on me, Alice.”

  “You need a condom.”

  “Hell, yeah. I’m so damn desperate for you I forgot.” He reached over to the bedside table to get the condom, bit the side of the packet, and slipped it on.

  She pushed down on him, trying to get the big head of his cock inside her. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him.

  “That’s it, take it all in,” he coaxed, kneading her bottom, moving his fingers to her sex, opening her, widening her, and suddenly, the head was in.

  Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock, enjoying sliding him into her.

  He felt wonderful.

  Hot and hard, and she’d never sat on a finer cock in her life, even though he was a snug fit.

  “You are so tight,” he groaned. “I’ve never felt anything this good.”

  The pleasure of his words dripped like honey inside her, warming her heart.

  He ran his hands up and down her back, kneading and melting any resistance she may have had. “Take more of me, babe.”

  He didn’t try to greedily shove himself into her; instead he stilled, allowing her to control the pace. By degrees, she took him in, testing and checking to see what she could manage. Finally, he filled her, and driven by the lazy, easy pace of a brain turned to mush from her orgasms, she started to move up and down, controlling everything.

  Until he began to thrust his hips upwards, fucking her, his eyes hooded, his gaze on her every second, his fingers biting into her hips. His thumb slid over her clitoris, and Alice bucked, answering his primal call.

  She sank down on him, taking all of him, crunching down, squeezing, giving it everything she had. She wanted him with an intense greed she didn’t know she possessed.

  He grunted with each thrust of his hips, his thick cock filling her, and she knew his orgasm was building. With each light, feathering stroke of his thumb on her clit, she ground down on him, her pleasure growing until suddenly it seared through her. Her deep moan turned into a scream, wrenched from her throat, dissipating into the air.

  He was everything to her in that sacred moment.

  He grimaced, his face suddenly stark with primal cruelty as his lips pulled back. He thrust up into her, and she followed him into the abyss, clenching and grinding, rocking on his cock. It was huge, fantastic, and she took what he had, needing it for her own, until they were both left gasping.

  Her whole body trembled as her mind swam with the pleasure of him, and suddenly she was drained. She climbed off him and rolled onto her side, her arm automatically wrapping around him as they both lay there in the quiet aftermath.

  He slipped his arm under her shoulders and pulled her to him, his expression dazed.

  “What are you thinking?” she asked.

  “I thought you’d be all wrong for me.”

  “Bet you thought I’d be some Southern princess because I present myself well.” Yet she stroked from his chest to his abdomen to soften her words.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

  “Of course, I am. But you were right to make me come first. I like generosity in a man.” He was good. No, not good, great. She squeezed her muscles down below. Sensitive. Satisfyingly bad.

  That was the trouble with setting the beast free, letting herself do the wild thing to satisfy her secret fantasy of a big hunky man fucking her. She’d enjoyed it. More than she ever thought she would.

  She wanted him again.

  And again.

  Chapter Five

  Hugo lay on his back. He’d complicated the hell out of his assignment. Hell, he never bonded with women enough to want to keep fucking them. Sure, he’d had relationships, but they’d been with army women who knew the score. When the assignment was done, he moved on. They moved on. No long-distance relationships. No emotional entanglements. So why did Alice feel so right tucked under his arm, her hand running up and down his abdomen, touching his scars with trepidation on her face, ever the nurse?

  “Hugo?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “That was really something.”

  “You’d better be saying I’m the best you ever had.”

  She laughed. She pushed herself onto her elbow, her intelligent blue-eyed gaze traveling over his abdomen, her fingers hovering over one of his bullet wounds.

  “You counting my scars?” he asked.

  “You should call yourself ‘lucky’.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “You survived three tours. Did you know that there is a higher risk of post-traumatic stress after three tours?” she said, her expression concerned.

  “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. You always this caring?” He wasn’t used to it.

  “I come from a long line of nurses on my mother’s side. I love my job. I look after mothers and babies. It’s just heaven, unless a baby is very sick. That’s miserable.”

  “You’re made to love.” The opposite of him. Fuck! This mission is going to be a pain in the ass. He held her hand and kissed it, running his thumb over the delicate bones beneath her skin.

  “I wouldn’t like anything bad to happen to you. I’m glad you’re done with serving,” she said.

  This was a nice girl. Shit. He needed to get this job done fast and get out, or she’d be baking that apple pie he thought about when he looked at her sweetness. “Don’t worry about me, I’m an adrenaline junkie. I loved serving my country.”

  “What did you do in the Middle East?”

  “The usual soldier stuff.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, realizing that he hadn’t kissed her, not properly; it had been all about the fucking. He teased open her lips and wrapped his arms around her, enfolding her. She had lovely, soft lips, and he had to hold himself back, knowing he’d devour her. He needed a tough battle-hardened woman whom he wouldn’t emotionally connect with. She was the connecting type. He couldn’t afford to
get tied down.

  He teased her lips with his tongue, careful not to thrust his own in her mouth like he would with a lusty woman who could handle it, just savoring, testing. She tasted sweet. He knew she would.

  She met his tongue with her own, just the tip of hers moving over his, clearly exploring him, too. She felt tickly, gentle, loving. His heart squeezed. He couldn’t afford to like this too much.

  She hummed with approval before breaking the kiss. “So, is kissing me your way of not answering my question?”

  He laughed. “You’re like a hound dog on a scent. I guess I can answer a few things to satisfy you, otherwise you’ll keep sniffing for information.” He tapped her nose with the tip of his finger. “I’m a West Point graduate. The army put me through my degree. I studied electrical engineering. I’ve served in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Syria, though at one point I got stationed in Hawaii, which was heaven after the Middle East.”

  “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to tell me? Is this one of those ‘if I tell you I’d have to kill you’ things?” She stared at him, her gaze searching as if she wanted to pry open his secrets.

  He owed Troy.

  He wanted Alice.

  What the fuck am I doing here?

  “Now, killing you would be a terrible waste. You have a lot of useful skills packaged into a delightful person.” He pulled her on top of him, not wanting to smother her with his weight.

  “Spoken like a man with a growing hard-on. You recover quickly.”

  “I have a good reason to. You’re beautiful. Lovely.”

  “You have a whole funny idea of me. I’m not some precious flower that will wilt as soon as things get hot.”

  “Glad to hear that, because I’m heating up with you on top of me.”

  She grinned as he eased her legs apart, positioning her over the head of his cock. She was still wet enough to slide it in, and he ached to have her milking his cock. Instead, she pushed herself farther down his body, settling on her knees between his thighs, taking his cock in her hand. “I want to taste you.”

  He raised his head as she placed her mouth over his cock. “You sure you don’t want me to take a shower?”