I reached for the buttons lining the front of his uniform. I hadn't ever undressed a man. It was new and different experience. He leaned against the countertop as I crouched down to take off his boots. I started to unlace them but then noticed the zippers on the sides.
When he was out of his boots and socks, I stood and pressed my lips to his. We kissed as I unbuttoned and lowered the zipper on his fly. I tugged his tactical pants down and off his legs. His boxer briefs quickly joined the pile of clothing on the floor. My gaze lingered on his thick cock.
It was a hell of a lot bigger than the other dicks I'd seen in my short dating history. There were the two guys in high school I'd given blow jobs. They'd both been smaller and the experience hadn't been all that sexy. Well—for me, at least.
"You've really only had sex once?" Greg played with my hair.
I nodded. "I gave a couple of blow jobs to guys I dated in high school."
"Did they return the favor?"
I dropped my gaze with discomfort. "No."
"Bastards," he muttered. "That's not happening between us. Got it? You come first in this relationship."
My eyes widened at his remark. "And you?"
"Making you come makes me feel good. I'm happy to wait for my turn while I listen to you scream."
My clit pulsed at his description. "I'm good with that."
He laughed. "I bet you are."
"We should get in the shower before your hot water runs cold."
He dragged me tight to his chest. "It's a big water heater. We've got time."
I whimpered as his lips claimed mine. He sifted his fingers through my hair and kissed me silly. When he finally broke away and pulled me toward the shower, I followed him. I let him rinse off and soap up first and then he held my hair out of the way as I stepped under the spray. I'd left my purse downstairs and my makeup remover wipes were in it. I carefully kept my face from the water, not wanting to sport raccoon eyes and running foundation for our first roll in the hay.
Greg's big, rough hands grazed my shoulders. His lips skimmed my neck. The hand holding my hair tightened. I tilted my head to give him more access to my throat. He sucked on a spot there and lightly nibbled at my skin. I moaned as the prickly sensations traveled along my skin.
"Hands on the wall," he ordered. I flattened my palms on the tile. "Legs wide," he added, and I followed his instruction.
"Oh!" I gasped as his hand moved between my thighs. He cupped my pussy and parted me with his fingers. His fingertips moved across my clit and then traveled down my slit to wet entrance. He plunged two fingers inside me and I cried out, the sound ricocheting off the tile.
"Are you on birth control?"
"The pill," I answered on a pant. "Every morning at breakfast."
"Tell me about the man you slept with," he ordered. "Did he wear a condom?"
"Of course," I said with a groan. His fingers thrust in and out of me slowly and awoke every nerve-ending down there. "I got tested anyway. It's free on campus. I'm clean and I haven't had sex since then."
"Good." His thumb strummed my clit. "I get tested routinely. I'm clean. I've got the results in a folder in my desk."
I wasn’t surprised. Greg struck me as the type to keep meticulous records, even of his sexual history. "Ah!"
He bit down on the curve of my neck, just lightly and not hard enough to break skin. His tongue laved the hurt he'd made. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," I stammered, my lower belly aflutter with anticipation and need. "Yes, please."
He chuckled. "Did you enjoy it? Sex, I mean."
I was momentarily thrown by his question. "It was okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah, okay." I shrugged. "He was your typical frat boy, I guess. He had all these porn flick moves but not the skills to back them up. It wasn't great but it wasn't totally awful."
He made a hmmph noise and patted by backside. "Did you come?"
"A little."
"A little?"
"Not as hard as you made me come on the desk," I answered honestly.
"Let's see how hard I can make you come in my shower."
It sounded almost like a dare. I bit my lower lip and widened my thighs at his silent urging. His foot touched my ankle and coaxed my foot to move. Legs wide and leaning against the tile, I quivered with excitement. Greg's hands tormented me. Two of his fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. His other hand snaked around my front so he could strum my clit.
Mouth open, I gasped and groaned. My fingertips squealed against the wet tile. The pounding spray of the hot water washed over us. I could feel Greg's fat cock jutting against my ass cheeks. When he pressed even closer to me, my breasts touched the tile, the hard surface cold against my nipples.
I was going to come any second. I started to shudder and suck in sharp, short breaths. My belly wobbled and my toes curled. "Greg!"
I shouted his name as my orgasm gripped me. The climax punched me in the gut and made me jerk wildly. Greg molded himself to my back, his hard cock jabbing into the soft flesh of my ass and his chest supporting me. I leaned back against him as the aftershocks quaked through me. His hands glided up and down my front and lingered on my breasts.
Wanting him, I turned in his arms and smashed my mouth to his. I was the aggressor now. I shoved him back against the wall and stabbed my tongue between his lips. He tasted of me and that sweet peach tea he liked so much.
A smattering of dark hair covered his muscular chest. I put both hands on his body and relished his hard, defined muscles. He felt like a man, all rough and rugged and—right now, at least—totally mine.
I kissed my way down his body. My tongue swiped his skin and I nipped at his pecs and abdomen. I traced his navel as I dropped to the floor. He smiled down at me and spread his legs, giving me room to work. I licked my lips and stroked his cock from the tip to the base. I couldn't even close my fingers around his girth. I hoped we could make this work. I'd only had my fingers and one cock—small compared to his—inside me. It was probably going to be a tight fit.
I cupped his balls and flicked my tongue around the head of his cock. Greg groaned and combed his fingers through my hair. I gently sucked him into my mouth. His fat cock stretched my lips. I hummed and stroked him as I bobbed up and down on his dick.
My tongue fluttered over his crown. Little drops of pre-cum dripped from his slit. I gathered them with my tongue and then took him deep into my mouth. He moaned loudly and his fingers tightened in my hair. My scalp tingled at the slight pull. I didn't have a lot of practice sucking cock but apparently I was doing pretty well.
"So fucking good," Greg murmured. He pumped his hips a little. I understood what he wanted and placed my hands on his thighs for balance. I relaxed my jaw and let him slowly fuck my mouth. "Deeper, Nez. Let me in deep."
I gagged a little as his massive shaft invaded my throat. My nostrils flared and I glanced up at him. Our gazes clashed. I'd never seen that look on his face. He was a man intoxicated with lust—with me.
My pussy throbbed as his cock glided over my tongue. I reached down and rubbed my clit as he fucked my face. It was so fucking hot having Greg taking my mouth. I hovered on the edge of another climax as his cock plunged in and out of my throat. The sound of water splashing the tile and Greg's dick jamming into my mouth echoed in the small enclosure. My heart raced and the pulsing thwoosh of rushing blood pounded against my ear drums.
When Greg pulled free from my mouth, I gazed up at him in confusion. I started to ask him what I'd done wrong but he just smiled down at me and caressed my cheek. His gruff, filthy request shocked me. "Grab your tits. Push them together."
I blinked twice before following his instruction. I cupped my ample breasts and pushed them together, maximizing my cleavage. He began to stroke his cock and palmed his balls. I licked my lips and watched in fascination as he jerked off right in front of me. It was so forbidden, so taboo, and I couldn't get enough. I wanted him to come on
my breasts and told him so.
"Come on me, Greg. Shoot your cum all over my tits."
"Christ, Nez!" He shouted in surprise at my filthy words. The spark of lust was impossible to miss. He liked it when I talked dirty.
"I want to rub your come all over me. Can't wait to taste you," I murmured and leaned forward to swipe my tongue across the ruddy head of his dick.
"God!" My lick set him off. He grunted and groaned loudly as his cock shot searing jets of cum all over my tits. He painted me with his semen and then fell back against the tile, panting and looking so relaxed.
True to my word, I rubbed his cum into my breasts, smearing the pearly fluid across my tanned skin. I held his gaze as I lifted two cum-covered fingers to my mouth. I flicked my tongue over his essence and moaned hungrily. He tasted nice, just the slightest hint of salt and a lot of sweetness.
"Do you like my cum?" His husky voice drew my attention.
"Love it, Greg."
"Do you want more?"
"Always."
CHAPTER THREE
I sat on the edge of Greg's bed and waited for him to return. After our shower, he'd ducked downstairs to make sure the doors were locked and the alarm was set. I'd locked the door behind me when I'd entered his house, but I didn't blame him for wanting to check, just in case. The man dealt with some of Houston's most unhinged criminals. I wouldn’t put it by one or two of them to track down the SWAT officer who had pinched them.
My ears perked to the sound of approaching footsteps. Wearing just his towel, Greg returned to his bedroom. I still couldn't get over how fucking sexy he was. I mean, I'd always known that under his uniform or the polo shirts and jeans I often saw him in that he was ripped. As an elite police officer, he had to be in the best shape.
But this? Oh, hell. It made me wet just looking at all that muscle and tanned skin. I never thought I'd find a hairy chest sexy but damn if that didn't make him even hotter. I couldn't wait to get my greedy fingers back on his naked body. "Hurry up and get over here!"
Greg laughed and strode across the room to join me. "You're rather impatient."
"You're running around in a towel, and after that shower, I'm burning up, Greg."
He stood in front of me and dropped the towel. His cock throbbed to life right before my eyes. "Burning up for me?"
"Yes." I reached for him. "Fuck me, Greg."
Laughing, he climbed onto the bed and forced me onto my back. He straddled my thighs and pinned me to his mattress. Currents of white-hot heat raced through me. I'd never been pinned down like this. Something submissive within me awakened. There was no other man I'd ever trust like Greg. There was no other man I'd willingly give my power to either.
Greg teased his lips across mine. He kissed me with such tenderness that tears prickled in the corners of my eyes. He moved me with his deep, sensual kiss. The air around us became erotically charged. It crackled with need and desire. I clutched at his arms and caressed his back. He captured my mouth in punishing kisses that left me dizzy and panting.
His lips moved down my body. He massaged my breasts and his tongue fluttered over my nipples. He sucked them gently and teethed them lightly. I gasped and bucked under him. Ripples of delight traveled from my breasts to my clit. I wanted him so badly. "Please, Greg. Don’t tease me."
He chuckled. "That's the best part, Nez."
"Greg…" My voice trailed off as he moved even lower on my body. His mouth skipped down my torso and peppered playful kisses on my sensitive skin. When he slid down onto the floor and grasped my thighs, I trembled with anticipation.
He pulled my ass toward the edge of the mattress and shoved my thighs wide apart. "Can't get enough of your sweet pink cunt," he murmured. He petted my pussy and parted my dewy folds for his inspection. "So wet and soft."
"Ah!" I cried out when his fingertip swirled in my slick wetness. He penetrated me slowly, his finger breaching my pussy ever so carefully. With one thick digit buried inside me, he lowered his mouth to my clit and drew lazy circles around the swollen nub. I fisted the comforter in my hands and rocked my hips as he tormented me with his mouth and finger. "Greg! Ah. Ah!"
He lapped at my clit and suckled it lightly. My shoulders arched off the bed at the wicked sensations he evoked with his talented mouth. His tongue worked me into a frenzied state. The finger plunging in and out of my dripping core curved just enough to stroke my g-spot. I saw stars as I came, my body undulating as cries of pleasure escaped my lips. "Yes! Yes! Greg!"
He hummed against my pussy and continued to lick me right through my climax. His tongue replaced his finger inside me. He fucked me with his tongue, the firm, pliable muscle wiggling inside me and making me shriek with ecstasy. His fingertip, still wet with my juices, traced my puckered hole. I tensed at the strange sensation. Greg didn't pull away from me. He kept his finger there and started to ease inside my virgin hole.
"Oh!" I gasped as his finger breached my ass. I'd never had anything in there and it felt so weird. Greg's tongue wiggled inside my pussy and my jaw dropped. Being finger-fucked and tongue-fucked at the same time blew my mind. I'd never felt anything like it. "Ah!"
Greg's tongue left my pussy. His finger carefully retreated and thrust forward. "Do you like the way this feels?"
"Yes," I admitted, my face hot as I blushed with embarrassment. "It's different."
"Would you like to be fucked in the ass?"
I gulped. "Tonight?"
"No," he said with a laugh. "You're way too fucking tight to be taken here tonight. Soon, though, if you let me train you."
"Train me?"
"With my fingers and a plug," he explained.
"A pl-plug?" I stammered on the word. "You mean, sex toys? In my ass?"
"Sure," he replied with such nonchalance. "It will be much more comfortable for you if we teach your ass how to take penetration before I ram my cock up in there."
He had a point. "Will it hurt?"
"Does this hurt?" His finger moved in and out of me, the slick nectar dripping from my pussy easing his way.
"No."
"Neither will the toys I have in mind," he assured me. "We'll use plenty of lube and take it slowly. You'll see. It'll be fun for you."
He hadn't steered me wrong yet. "Okay."
"We'll stop by the sex shop on the way home from your apartment tomorrow. I'll pick up the things we need."
"Tomorrow?" My head popped up off the mattress. I used my elbows for support and stared down at him. "That's moving fast, right?"
He shrugged. "You're moving in here tomorrow. I don't see any reason to wait."
"I'm moving in tomorrow?" That was news to me. "But I just agreed—"
"Why wait, Nez? We'll load up your stuff in the morning and get you in here before I head out for my shift."
"But my lease—"
"We'll break it. I'll pay the fee." I started to protest but he shook his head. "You agreed to let me take care of you, Nez. So let me."
Out of pure instinct, I wanted to argue with him. I'd been standing on my own two feet for so long. It felt so weird to let someone else take care of me. A small part of me bristled at the idea of having him making this decision for me. Mostly, I was secretly relieved to not have to fight and scrape and scratch to keep a roof over my head and food in my tummy while trying to keep up with my classes and projects.
I held his gaze and smiled. "Okay, Greg. We'll move tomorrow morning."
He stroked my thigh. "Good girl." His lips touched my knee. "Now where were we…?"
"I think we were at the point where you crawl up here and put your cock in me," I suggested.
He laughed and pulled free from my ass. He placed a noisy kiss right on top of my clit. "Yeah, that sounds about right."
I giggled as I fell back to the bed and Greg climbed up on top of me. I scooted up the bed a few inches to make room for him. This time his knees were between my thighs, not on the outside pinning me down. His now familiar weight settled over me. I rose up to meet his s
eeking kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth, stealing and taking and giving me pleasure.
His rock-hard dick smacked against my lower belly. The pre-cum dripping from the tip smeared across my skin. I reached between our bodies to caress his rigid shaft. He panted against my lips as my fingertips traveled up and down his impressive length. I playfully nipped at his lower lip and pushed the head of his dick through my dripping wet pussy lips.
"Fuck me, Greg. No more teasing." I wrapped my thighs around his waist and kept his cock right where I wanted it. "Give it to me, Officer Berenger."
With a growl of unadulterated lust, Greg thrust forward and drove his fat cock right into my welcoming pussy. I tilted my head back as the ecstasy of his penetration rocked me. Oh, hell! He felt so good inside me. His thick dick stretched my snug pussy and left me aching for him.
Greg groaned and touched his forehead to mine. "Christ, Nez! You're so damn tight around my cock. It's like a fist."
At his awed compliment, my pussy pulsed and clenched around him. I got such a thrill at seeing the expression of pleasure on his face. He loved my tight pussy squeezing his cock.
Hands planted on either side of me, Greg started to take me with slow, measured thrusts. His dick eased out of me and plunged back inside. At first, the friction was so great between our bodies that I winced as his big cock stretched and filled me. My slick pussy nectar coated his shaft and the discomfort lessened. It started to feel really, really good.
Greg smothered me with kisses. He seemed almost ravenous as he claimed my mouth and fucked my cunt. He drove deep into me, his cock nudging the entrance of my womb with every thrust. When he moved to his knees and angled his hips just so, I cried out in ecstasy. His cock stroked my g-spot and left me shaking and clawing at him.
Sitting back on his heels, Greg held my thighs wide open as he fucked me. His gaze fixed on our joined bodies. He seemed to like watching his dick glide in and out me. His fingertips moved to my clit. The swollen bundle of nerves reacted almost instantly to his stimulation. I clawed at the comforter as he drove me crazy with his thrusting cock and his circling fingers.
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