by Vi Keeland
“I’m starving, but I am not ready to eat . . . Yet,” he said, winking at me. He pulled me back down on the bed.
“Again?” I said jokingly. “You haven’t grown sick of me yet?”
“I could never get sick of you,” he said turning very serious. His body was directly over mine. His eyes were glued onto mine making the butterflies start to flutter again.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Rolling over onto his side, he slowly and gently moved his hand up my t-shirt to my breasts. He touched one nipple and then the other. They instantly became erect from his touch. I moaned softly. I reached down into his boxers, he was already hard. I laughed.
“It doesn’t take much with you, Babe. I swear I just hear your voice and I get hard,” he laughed.
“Hold that thought,” I said as I jumped out of bed.
“Where are you going? You can’t just leave me here with a raging hard-on,” he yelled after me.
“I’ll be right there!” I shouted from the kitchen.
I returned to my bedroom with my arms behind my back and a huge smile on my face.
“What is the look for? You look like you are up to no good,” he said with his sexy grin.
“Well, that depends on what you classify as no good,” I said walking over to him.
I pulled the can of whipped cream from behind my back, and I began shaking it. The look on this face was priceless. I wish I would have had my camera. He pushed himself up into a sitting position.
“Get your sweet ass over here with that,” he said patting the bed.
I crawled into bed next to him and he damn near ripped my shirt off me. Taking the whipped cream can from my hand he began to shake the bottle and popped the top off.
“Lay back and close your eyes, Babe,” he said with a growl. “I can’t wait to eat your pussy with this.”
His words made me tingle. He knew exactly how to get me going.
I laid back and closed my eyes. I felt him creep down the bed and then I heard the squirting noise of the whipped cream. He started with my breasts. I jumped when it touched my skin. It was cold. I felt my nipples getting hard, then his mouth sucking the whipped cream off one then the other.
“So fucking good,” he moaned as his warm tongue gently teased around each of my nipples. I could feel myself getting warm and wet in between my legs.
I felt the bed shake again then heard the sound of the squirting. Again, I jumped from the coldness of the whipped cream. This time he was putting it on my pussy. I felt him spread my folds and squirt more. With my eyes still closed, I felt his warm body over me. “I’m going to eat you raw,” he said breathing lightly on my face.
A chill ran down my spine, and I licked my lips. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted him to make me come. He slowly moved down the bed. The first lick made me arch my back. It was rough and unexpected but felt amazing.
“Do that again,” I panted reaching for his head and I gripped his hair.
He licked me hard again. I could feel the stubble on his face. It felt like sandpaper, but I liked the friction. I began to writhe. I felt him take his hands and spread my folds. He began licking from top to bottom, stopping long enough to tease my clit with the tip of his tongue in a small circular motion. I could feel my orgasm building, and I was getting so close, and then he stopped.
I grabbed a fist full of his hair. “Stop teasing me,” I pleaded.
“What? What’s the matter? You don’t like that?” He said giving me another hard lick.
I arched my back again. “I love it but I want to come,” I moaned.
“Is that really what you want?” I could feel him smile up against my skin, while he continued to tease me.
“God, yes!” I gasped.
“As you wish,” he laughed.
He started with a gentle lick almost like he was lapping something up. He increasingly began to apply more pressure moving his tongue from side to side. I could feel it building I was almost there. I tugged on his hair.
“Jesus Babe, can you leave me some hair,” he laughed.
“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly as the wave of my orgasm ran through my body. I felt my entire body stiffen as he teased me. I was to the point where I needed him to stop, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to push his head away, but he wouldn’t budge.
“G, please stop. I can’t take anymore,” I begged. “It’s your turn.”
He lifted his eyes to look at me. “I told you, until you’re raw.”
I began to squirm trying to free myself from his tongue. “Baby please. You have to stop.”
He must have heard the tone of my voice because he stopped. “Ok Babe,” he said with a shit eating grin on his face.
“It’s your turn. Give me that can,” I demanded, reaching my hand out to him. “Now lie down and close your eyes.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he said saluting me. “I like it when you are bossy.”
“It’s your turn to be tortured. Let’s see how you like it.” I gave him an evil grin.
I shook the can and began squirting the whipped cream.
“Fuck that’s cold,” he laughed.
I started at his chin and continued squirting all the way down to his cock. I straddled him and began to suck his chin. I felt his body jerk and a soft moan leave his lips. I slowly and gently ran my tongue down his throat all the way down until I reached his cock. Running my tongue down one side of his cock licking the whipped cream off of him, I felt his body shudder. I then ran my tongue down the other side of his cock and his breathing became heavy. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and I slowly moved up and down. Running his hands through my hair he moaned, “That’s it Babe.”
I took him in my mouth and began moving up and down fast, tenderly squeezing his balls. I wanted to get him off.
“Damn, Babe. Take it easy or I’m going to come,” he said his voice very deep.
I stopped for a second. “That’s what I want.”
“Slow down. We have all morning,” he said caressing my face.
I realized I was rushing. It was like I was on autopilot, just as I had been with all those other guys I had slept with. I closed my eyes real tight trying to hold back the tears.
“What’s the matter, Babe? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, it’s not you . . . It’s me,” I said sadly.
He pulled me close to him hugging me tightly. “What’s wrong? Please, tell me. I don’t want to see you upset.”
“I can’t . . . It’s too hard to say. I don’t want you to look at me differently,” I said through my tears.
I felt sick to my stomach thinking about all the men I slept with trying to comfort myself while he was lying in a hospital bed for months. All the things I did to get over Garrett or to make me forget. All of these bad memories began racing through my head. I then realized I hadn’t seen Helen in a few weeks. I had been so wrapped up in Garrett, I completely forgot about everything else.
“Nothing you say could ever make me look at you differently. Please tell me.” He was wiping my tears from my face.
I took a deep breath and exhaled. “I . . . I just realized that I was rushing because my mind went somewhere else while I was sucking you.” I dropped my head in embarrassment. “Garrett, I don’t think you realize how I have behaved while you were gone. There have been a lot of men.”
I saw the pain in his face when the words left my lips. “Leila. . .” He sighed, “I don’t care what you did or who you did while I was gone. I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere,” he said.
My stomach felt like it had just done a complete somersault, and his words made me cry even harder. I was here with the most amazing man. He didn’t care about my past. He wanted me exactly how I was, even if I was broken.
“Babe, please don’t cry. It’s Christmas, you are supposed to be happy,” he said kissing my cheek.
I laughed through my tears, “I’m happy, I’m here with you. How could I not be happy? I
don’t deserve you.”
He put his finger over my lips. “Shhh, I don’t want to talk anymore,” he said with a devilish grin.
He gently positioned himself on top of me, laced his fingers through mine and made love to me like it was our first time.
Chapter Fifteen
The week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, Garrett stayed at his place. He was working long hours on the base getting ready for the upcoming training session he was running. He told me it was a pretty big deal. Marines from all over the country were attending. I understood, but I was missing him like crazy. I had grown accustomed to having him next to me every night. My bed felt so lonely without him. I would wake in the middle of the night with thoughts of him being stationed somewhere else. We both knew it was going to happen. We just didn’t know when or where. My anxiety began to set in, and I found myself having a shot or two in the middle of the night to calm my nerves. Something I knew Helen would not approve of.
New Year’s Eve had finally arrived, and even though I was working, Garrett promised he would meet me at Danny’s. I had laid around all day watching movies on Lifetime, and I lost track of time. When I realized the time I was rushing around getting ready for work and trying to tidy up my apartment.
I knew Nicole and Hillary were going to be there tonight, and I was looking forward to catching up with them. Nicole had texted me earlier today and told me Michael was also coming tonight. I was excited to finally meet him. I had heard so much about him that I felt as if I had already met him.
When I entered Danny’s everyone was dressed to the nines. I actually felt underdressed in my black skinny jeans and silver and black sequin tank top. Nicole and Hillary were already on the dance floor. Nicole was dancing with a guy I had never seen before. By the way he was dancing with her I assumed that must be Michael. He was about six feet tall with light brown hair. He was wearing khaki cargo pants and a form fitting plain black shirt. Seeing Nicole out on the dance floor with a huge smile on her face made me really happy. I was so glad she had found someone. She could be very picky when it came to men. She had very high standards. I made my way behind the bar to grab my apron. I stopped to say hi to Danny, and then I hit the floor. It was packed, and I could barely move through the crowd of people. I’d hoped that Garrett would already be here, but he wasn’t. I was a little disappointed, but maybe he just planned on meeting upstairs when I got off work. We had kind of left it up in the air. Today was his Dad’s birthday, and he was going to hang out there for a few hours.
It was almost nine thirty and still no Garrett. I was beginning to get worried. I hadn’t even gotten a text from him. The thought of him on the road on New Year’s Eve freaked me out. I always hated driving on New Year’s Eve, so it was such a relief that I lived right upstairs. I sent him a quick text and then went back to my tables.
As I waded my way through the crowd, I approached an extremely rowdy table full of WSU students. My heart dropped when I noticed who was sitting to my left, Adam. He was clearly intoxicated.
“Hey! Look who it is,” he slurred.
I felt my face turn red. “Fuck,” I said under my breath. “Hey Adam, how are you?” I asked politely.
He slid off the bar stool and stumbled over to me. He slung his arm around my shoulder. “I’m good, Doll.”
He smelled like a brewery. I’m not sure how much he’d had to drink, but I am guessing it was time to cut him off. I tried to step back from him, but he lost his footing and came crashing down on me. He moved his face real close to my face and whispered, “Do you remember the last time I was on top of you?”
Just as I was about to push him off, he was lifted off of me and went flying into his friends. “Don’t you fucking lay a hand on her,” Garrett shouted.
“Dude, what the fuck, chill,” Adam said as he tried to stand straight.
“Garrett, please don’t cause a scene,” I begged him. “He’s drunk and not worth it.”
“Oh. . . . So you’re Garrett?” Adam laughed loudly. “Dude, she called out your name while I fucked her.”
I could see the fury in Garrett’s face. He took Adam by his collar and lifted him off the ground. “Don’t you fucking talk about her like that, or I will fucking kill you,” he growled as he gritted his teeth.
“Dude, your girl’s a whore,” Adam said with an evil grin on his face.
Garrett let go of Adam’s collar, and he fell to the floor. Garrett dropped on top of him and began punching. Adam’s friends tried to pull Garrett off, but there was no stopping him. He was like a wild animal.
I could hear him saying, “I want you to apologize for what you just said about her!”
I wanted to try to stop it, but I was afraid I would get caught in the crossfire.
“Garrett! Please stop, you’re going to get me fired!” I cried.
He suddenly stopped and turned to me. It was like he had gone insane and now he was lucid.
He grabbed my hand. “Let’s get out of here!”
We ran through the bar to get to his car in the parking lot. As soon as we got into the car, he put his hands on my face and said, “I am taking you to my place. I don’t want you near that guy anymore.”
He turned turn the key in the ignition and The Black Keys began to blare on the radio. It was so loud I nearly jumped out of my skin. I closed my eyes and listened to the music as we drove. We sat in silence for about fifteen minutes before I finally broke the silence. I turned to him and asked, “Are you ok?”
“Yes, I’m fine. How about you? Are you ok?”
Smiling at him I replied, “Yes, I’m fine, just a little stunned. I didn’t expect for him to be there nor did I expect you to kick his ass. To be honest it was pretty fucking hot,” I said as I eased myself toward him and slid my hand down into his lap. His body tensed up.
“What are you doing?” He asked nervously.
I nuzzled up against him and began nibbling on his ear. “I’m going to give you a proper thank you for defending my honor,” I whispered.
I managed to unbutton his pants. He lifted himself so I could pull his pants down. I began stroking him. He moaned quietly.
“You like that?” I asked.
He nodded his head, taking a deep breath.
“Well, you are going to love this,” I said seductively in his ear. .
I positioned myself so I was lying across the passenger and driver’s seat, and I put my head in his lap. I took my tongue and played with his cock, licking around the tip and slowly running my tongue up and down his shaft. He took a deep breath, and I felt the tension leave his body. I took all of him in my mouth and gently dragged my teeth down his shaft. He moaned louder this time. I began to move my mouth up and down. He grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled it a little bit.
“Yeah . . .” His voice breathless.
Then I felt the car swerve a little bit.
“Are you ok with me doing this while you drive?”
I felt the car pull to the right, slow down and stop. He pulled me up from his lap and pushed me over to the passenger’s side. Then he slid over to me. He frantically pulled his pants down to his knees, and I nearly ripped my jeans off. He lifted me on top of him, so I was straddling him. I rocked my hips pushing him deep inside me. I thrust my hips, riding him. Reaching back behind him, I clung to the headrest and used it as leverage.
I had a primal feeling taking over me. “Fuck me,” I whispered as I bit his lower lip.
“Babe, you are so fucking hot right now,” he said biting my lip back.
“It was you and the bar fight. As much as I didn’t want to see you get hurt, it turned me on.” I kissed him feverishly. “I love you, Baby,” I said in a moan.
I rocked harder and faster. I could feel him swelling inside me. His eyes were closed and his head was resting on the headrest. As I rode him feverishly, all I could do was stare at his beautiful face. I could tell by the look on his face he was close to coming. His moans got deeper, almost became a growl.
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bsp; I felt myself building. “Come with me, Baby,” I cried.
He gripped my hips harder digging his fingers into my skin. “Keep talking,” he said.
“What?”
“Talk dirty to me.”
I stopped for a second and felt embarrassed. I had never done this before sober, and it felt strange with him looking at me.
“What’s the matter?” He laughed smiling.
“I feel weird,” I said bashfully.
“Let yourself go, Babe.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “You feel so good inside of me. Go deeper.” I opened my eyes to look at him. His eyes were closed and he had his sex smirk on his face.
“Keep going,” he said encouraging me.
“G.”
“It’s ok, Babe. Don’t feel embarrassed. Close your eyes and relax.”
I did as he said.
“There you go. Now let that sweet pussy grab me and milk me. That’s right, Baby, ride me like that. You feel so good, so tight and wet,” he moaned.
I opened my eyes to look at him. “Mmmm, I can just imagine what your sweet pussy tastes like right now. It’s sweet like nectar,” he said licking his lips.
His words were giving me goose bumps.
“Touch my nipples,” I said. I still felt weird, but what he was saying to me was driving me insane. I wanted to do the same to him. “Pinch them hard, make me come. Your dick is so hard and feels so good inside me.” I laughed. “I’m not good at this.”
“You’re doing fine,” he said rubbing my cheek.
I closed my eyes again. “I want your cock in my mouth, I want to feel you in the back of my throat and swallow every last drop.”
“That’s it, Babe. Your tits look fucking hot bouncing while you are riding me.” He grabbed my breasts with both of his hands squeezing them. “I want you to touch yourself. Rub your clit.”
My eyes shot open. He smiled. “Do it.” He slowly took my hand from the headrest and guided it down between us.
“Get yourself off,” he whispered licking his bottom lip. “Close your eyes and pretend it’s me. That’s it, Babe, little circles,” he said as he gripped my hips tightly.
