“Chanel,” he said. He placed those massive hands, too big, too strong, on my hips and rotated me.
Our eyes met and I gasped. Electric connection. Too strong. What the hell was this? “Hi,” I said, and smoothed my fingers down his arms, over the muscles of his biceps and down to those hands.
I didn’t have other words for him. I lost the ability to articulate anything of worth.
He tugged me a little closer, and I gasped again. He was hard. Painfully hard, and the outline of his dick told me everything I needed to know about his size. Holy fucking shit. I was in huge trouble here. Excuse the pun.
I stammered, but nothing came out.
“Sorry,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve held a beautiful woman.”
Once again, words failed me. I settled for slipping my arms around his neck and chaining him. Pressing my breasts to his body.
I’d done this kind of thing with one other man, but I had the distinct impression that Ryan would ruin my memory of him. That he’d ruin me for anyone else, for that matter.
It wasn’t just his body, his eyes, the tension connecting us. It was everything about him.
There was something behind all of this, a deeper meaning which terrified me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Sure? I can take you home. I’ve got the truck out –”
I cut him off by circling my hips. A slow rhythm.
He drew breath. Eyelids fluttered. “Irresistible,” he muttered, then cupped my cheek and drew his lips closer to mine. Closer, closer, painfully close, hot breath dancing across my skin. Smell of smoke and beer, and then the heady scent beneath it all. The smell that was just so him.
It reminded me of warm days under the summer sun. Of comfort and home.
His lips touched mine and I melted against him.
“Oh God,” I groaned, into his mouth. Finally, I could speak again.
His tongue found mine and he massaged it with slow, sweeping motions. Moist and just fucking delicious.
I sucked his bottom lip, then nibbled it, worked my hands down his back, gripping the muscles beneath his shirt. I tugged at the fabric, desperate to have it off him. I needed his skin against mine. He was so fucking hot it burned my soul.
We broke apart. “Here,” he said, eyes unfocused. He lifted his arms.
I grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. The sleeves hooked on those arms. And then he was topless and I lost the will to move.
Planes of muscles, a six pack, definition I’d only seen in Vin Diesel movies and nowhere else. I quivered. “Wow,” I whispered. He wasn’t lean muscle. He was stocky and powerful.
Ryan hooked his fingers under either of my dress’s straps. His gaze searched mine, now, checking, once again, that this was what I wanted.
I chewed my bottom lip and gave the tiniest nod. Yes, I wanted this. I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted this.
He worked the straps over my shoulders and dragged them down. My breasts popped free, nipples puckering in the cool air.
Ryan sucked in air. He bent in front of me and took my nipple between his lips. He licked a circle around it, then sucked hard.
I slapped my hands onto his back and hung on. I’d never been big on breast play, but his tongue teasing my skin brought me to new heights. This was what it was supposed to feel like.
I’d figured all the groans and moans in romantic movies were for show. Now, I got it.
Ryan kissed a trail from my left nipple to my right, then nibbled it. Goosebumps spread from the point of contact outward.
I was one big nerve-ending and I couldn’t handle much more of this. I needed him inside me. I jerked on his buckle, undid it, and stripped the belt off.
Ryan growled and massaged my breasts with both hands. He gathered them together and took my nipples in his mouth, sucked hard and worked them with his tongue.
“Oh.” It was all I could get out. I fumbled with the top button of his jeans. Finally, it popped free, and I wormed the zipper down. “Wait,” I said.
He backed off immediately. “Okay?” He cleared his throat. “You okay?” His chest rose and fell, rapidly. He wanted this as much as I did.
“It’s my turn,” I said. I tugged his jeans down and freed him.
His dick throbbed, as huge as I thought it would be. Veins down his shaft and impossibly thick. He dripped pre-cum, a long trail dribbled down his shaft.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, bottom half still restrained by my tight, red dress. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked up those juices, tasted him and was transported.
“Don’t,” he said, and touched my shoulder.
I looked up at him, mouth still full. My jaw ached, though I hadn’t even started yet.
“Not yet.”
I licked a circle around his head, just to tease him a little.
He throbbed and thickened between my lips. “Chanel,” he growled. “Not like this.” He tugged me to my feet.
“Why?” I frowned. He didn’t like it?
“I want the first time to be something special,” he said, then snagged a handful of my hair and dragged me into another soul-destroying kiss.
The first time? How many times would there be?
I pushed the questions away and melted against him.
Ryan walked me backward. We hit the bed and tumbled onto it, still kissing. He braced his arms on either side of my head.
I reached down and pulled my dress all the way off, exposing myself. I hadn’t worn underwear tonight, but only because I didn’t want to show panty lines.
Ryan pressed his forehead to mine and admired my body. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His dick throbbed against my abdomen.
I couldn’t take much more of this. I reached between us and grasped the base of his cock, then guided it toward my slick, quivering entrance. “Please,” I said. “I need it. I need you. Please.”
He took control from me, pressed his head between my wet lips, but didn’t enter me. “I need you too,” he replied, and his expression clouded over for a second. “Too much.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and bucked him forward.
Ryan slid into me, parted my folds and pierced the warmth between my legs.
“Fuck,” he said. “You’re so wet.”
“Uh-huh.” I placed pressure on his ass with my heels. “More.”
He entered me, pressed himself deeper and deeper, and pleasure sharpened with pain. He was too big, but I didn’t care. I wanted all of him. Every inch, vein, curve. God, I wanted to devour him and to be devoured.
“Yes,” I hissed. My nipples brushed against his chest. “Oh God, yes.”
He drew himself out, then pounded into my pussy again, no hesitation this time. “Chanel, you’re so wet. You’re so tight.”
“Again.” I was insistent. I wasn’t in control of this moment and I didn’t care. I grasped both of my breasts and massaged, growling. I’d transformed into an animal for him.
He thrust into me again, to the hilt, and we both cried out. He pulsed inside me, but didn’t explode, quite yet. “Turn around,” he said, and pulled out.
My pussy begged for more. I followed his command and lay on my front, elbows tucked beneath me.
He brushed my hair from the back of my neck, then bit the skin, hard.
“Oh God,” I cried.
Ryan forced himself inside me again, and slapped my ass, once. This was the dirtiest it’d ever been for me, and I loved it. I loved every second of him filling me.
I gripped the sheets and looked over my shoulder at him. Caught sight of his abdomen muscles rippling with every thrust. My eyes rolled back in my head.
He grabbed my hip and lifted me off the bed, then reached around, fingers searching. He found my clit and circled it, matching the pace with his motion.
I bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “Oh yeah.”
“That good?”
“So
good I want to come,” I whispered, between huffed breaths.
“Hmm, I want you to come,” he said. “I want you to come for me.” He increased the pace, softened his touch on that raw nerve-ending, driving me to the brink. “Come for me, Chanel.”
I jerked against him, shaking beneath the building pressure. I shut my eyes and a whimper escaped me.
“Come. For. Me.”
“Ryan,” I cried out, and crested the brink. Electricity shot through me, the combination of his dick filling me, stroking me, and the jolts of pure pleasure from my clit was too much. My mind blanked out. There was nothing but the moment.
I crashed over the edge. My folds clenched around him, massaging his cock, pleading wordlessly for his juices.
“Fuck, I can feel it,” he said, and his throat closed around the last word.
He hardened inside me. Grew even more, if that was possible, then jammed into my pussy, one, two, three times. His dick throbbed, and he emptied himself into me in five fantastic squirts, each matching the last throes of my own orgasm.
His fingers dug into my hips. A feral cry born from pleasure.
Finally, he collapsed beside me, eyes shut, breathing hard. “Fuck,” he said, and palmed his forehead. “Holy fuck.” Ryan dragged me closer, positioned me on his chest, and then encircled me in his arms.
“Amazing,” I whispered.
But he was already gone, carried away on a tide of sleep and satisfaction. I fell asleep to the beating of his heart.
Chapter 6
Ryan
I woke to sunlight streaming through the window, warm, with my arms around Chanel. A headache thumped between my eyes, but it had nothing to do with the beers from last night and everything to do with how bad I'd just fucked up.
I'd slept late for the first time in fucking history, and I'd slept with a local after a night out at a bar. Soldiers were allowed their personal lives but this pushed the limit for me. I didn't need more complications. I didn't need feelings, not the ones that brewed beneath the surface, or attachments.
The last time I'd taken responsibility for folks, the last time I'd cared, I lost everything. Already, I cared about her. God damn it, I didn't want to, but I did.
Chanel moaned and huffed out a sigh in her sleep. She rolled off my arm and I missed the skin-to-skin contact immediately.
"Shit," I muttered, and sat up. The sheets fell to my waist and cold air assaulted me. Double shit. It appeared the storm had passed, but it'd left behind the icy weather. I'd likely be able to get out of here and back up to the base, now.
Chanel slept on behind me and I admired her shape beneath the covers. Curvy but slim. She'd mesmerized me, last night. She drove me to distraction with her needs and the sly looks she cast over her shoulder.
A knock rattled the door, and I hopped out of bed. I grabbed my jeans, tugged them on, then hurried to the entrance.
I opened up and met Jack's shit-eating grin. "Mornin', Lieutenant. It's about time we get back to the base, isn't it?" He craned his neck and tried to catch a glimpse of the bed.
I blocked his view with the door. "What time is it?"
"It's 7 am, Sir. Late night?" Whitmore straightened the lapels of his uniform and I silently hated him for it. He'd rub this tardiness in my face for an eternity, and call it gentle hazing if I dared put him in his place.
"Go down to the truck, Petty Officer," I said. "I'll meet you in thirty minutes."
"You sure that's enough time?" Jack winked.
I slammed the door shut in his face and slapped the bolt into place. My friend laughed in the hall. His footsteps faded off.
"You're leaving in a half hour?" Chanel's voice sounded from the bed.
I spun and my heart skipped a beat.
She sat upright, one hand on the sheet, her left breast exposed, perky, nipple erect, and her hair tousled from the pillow. Most of her makeup had worn off, and what remained didn't detract from her beauty.
She took my breath away. It was the most cliché way I could put it, but there it was. The woman rendered me speechless.
"Ryan?"
"Yeah, in thirty minutes," I said, and marched to my bag on top of the rickety dresser by the window. I looked at the Rocky Mountains, now capped with snow. Cars glided by in the street below, unhindered by the slick tar.
I opened my bag and took my neatly folded uniform out from within. I didn't have time for a shower - I'd have to get that done back at the base - so I stripped off my jeans and exchanged them for my pants.
"Just like that," Chanel muttered.
"What?" I zipped up and looked back at her.
She covered herself up entirely. "You're rushing out, just like that. So much for that whole 'first time' thing, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't bullshit me. That's what I mean." Chanel squirmed off the mattress and walked to her dress, piled on the carpet in front of the bed. She dropped the sheet, then picked up the garment and pulled it over her head. Her arms stuck out the top for a second and she waggled them frantically.
"I'm not bullshitting you," I said. Her breasts bounced and I stared in spite of the situation. I couldn't help myself, God damn. She had the best tits I'd seen in my entire life.
Chanel tugged the fabric down, at last. "I might be nineteen years old, but I'm not an idiot. You didn't have to tell me you wanted more just to get me to have sex with you. I wanted to do this."
"Uh -"
"God, I don't know why I wanted to. You were such an asshole yesterday. Then last night you were sweet as honey and so fucking delicious. And now, today, we're back to your dickhead behavior."
"Easy."
"That's what you think of me, now, isn't it? You think I'm easy," Chanel said, and stepped into her high heels. "Well, you know what? I don't care what you think. I had fun and that was all I wanted out of last night, and that's fine."
"Whoa, seriously, relax," I said. "That's not how I feel at all. I don't think you're easy."
She paused and narrowed her eyes at me. "You don't."
"No. I don't. I think you're - I just don't think that, okay? But I've got responsibilities. I've got soldiers under my command," I said. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you."
"Taken advantage of me," Chanel said, and her voice deepened with anger. "Did you not just hear what I said? I wanted to do this. You didn't take advantage of me."
I finished dressing myself then faced her. Once again, her beauty almost floored me. The anger that went with it enhanced that fiery side of her personality - the part I'd seen in the store yesterday morning.
"I'd love to see you again. It just wouldn't be fair to you. I'm not in Meek Springs often."
"You were here yesterday," she replied.
"That was because of the base."
"The morale," Chanel said, and she raised an eyebrow. "Still think I can't help with that?"
"It's not a question of you not being able to help. I can't bring a civilian on base," I replied.
"So get permission. Get me a contractor's permit. I know you can do it." She placed her fists on her hips. The anger had died down, replaced by stubbornness that reminded me of myself. "If you do, we could see each other more often."
"That's not why I'd get you permission."
"I know that," Chanel replied. "But I'm good at what I do and I can help you." Her tone softened. "I can help you, Ryan. I know what I'm doing when it comes to interior design. It's all I've done for the longest time."
"The longest time?"
"Yeah," she said, and stroked her arms.
I brought my jacket, a regular leather one, out of my bag and handed it over. "Here."
She took it from me and our fingers brushed. "Thanks." She put it on and the jacket dwarfed her. It brought back images of her tiny waist beneath my hands. God damn, those thoughts would get me nowhere.
"What do you mean, you've done it for the longest time?"
"I mean exactly what I said. It's all I know how to do. That's my mother'
s store. I studied interior design from home as soon as I was old enough, and I took over running it day to day when she asked."
"Why can't she do it herself?"
Chanel shrugged. "It doesn't matter. This is all I know how to do. I know I can help you if you'll let me."
Was that all her life was? Meek Springs and nothing else? She was small town and I'd traveled all the way across the globe to desert sands and back again. We were polar opposites. How could I expect her to understand that the base was off limits?
Or was it? Sure, I could get a contractor's permit, but that usually took a lot of convincing, and it would take some serious lip service to get Commander Shepherd to approve a civilian woman on the base. Particularly, a decorator. I doubted I'd be persuasive enough to convince him.
"It's just not going to happen," I said. "There's no necessity for it."
"No necessity? This is the morale at a military installation we're talking about here," she replied, and folded her arms, still with that one eyebrow arched. "There's nothing more important than that. Did you know, that productivity increases with natural light?"
"Uh - what?" I reeled from the sudden topic change.
"Yeah. Fluorescents can decrease productivity and morale. That means your soldiers perform worse with more internal lighting. And colors like grays and browns aren't great either. Orange is conducive to creativity. Blue to peace of mind." Chanel paced back and forth. "All of these things can affect how your soldiers perform, how happy they are. Doesn't that matter to you?"
"Of course it matters to me. It's the reason I came to the darn store in the first place," I said. "I just wanted a couple things to spruce the place up a bit."
"A couple things." Chanel pinched the bridge of her nose. "One does not simply place a couple things in a base to spruce it up."
"My hands are tied," I said.
"No, they're not. Look, I have a portfolio you can take a look at. Shoot, you can even take it back to your base and, I dunno, scan and fax it through to your superior or whatever," she said. "All I'm asking for is a chance."
"Why?"
"Because this is what I do."
But there was more to it than that. Perhaps, her life in Meek Springs wasn't what she wanted it to be. Or maybe it had something to do with her mother - facts scratched at the surface but I couldn't crack through to them without prying. She'd likely clam up if I did, anyway.
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