by Blythe Reid
“I have a friend here. She’s in the bathroom right now, but we can all cook together. How does that sound?”
Ben looked up at me, curiosity in his brown eyes. “Who is it?” he asked.
I went to toss the paper towel into the trash can. “She’s a friend from the base. How about you get some sauce going on the stove for me, and I’ll get her to help me with the meat?” Ben nodded.
I left the kitchen and slipped my hand over my throbbing cock as I walked down the hallway to get Embry. Jesus, I wanted to fuck her so bad. I tapped on the door, and she opened it slowly, peering out at me. “Want to help with dinner? Do you work tonight?”
“I don’t,” she said. “I was just helping with the deliveries today.” Her nose wrinkled at me adorably as I kissed it. “Are you sure? Will he mind?”
“Ben? No, not at all. It’ll be fun. We’re like professional chefs here.”
Embry laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulders. “Sure, you are,” she replied as she stepped closer to me.
I leaned in to kiss her, longing to close the door and finish what we started out there. She moaned and stroked me over my jeans as I tensed, her lips gentle against mine. “Are you going to be okay?” she asked.
I lowered my jeans quickly, closing the door as she dropped to her knees to relieve me of some of the pressure. It was quick, and soon, I was cleaning up. She laughed and waited in the hallway for me.
I never dated in the past six years, not to the point that Ben met any other women. This was kind of a big deal, but he was twelve, and I liked Embry. I thought that he might as well.
I led her down the hallway into the kitchen, where Ben was pouring some tomato sauce into a big pot. “Ben, this is Embry. She works on the base. Embry, this is my son, Ben.”
I watched as they shook hands and sized each other up for a moment. He was as tall as she was already, but I was six foot five and knew that Ben was going to take after me. I pulled the meat from the fridge and mixed it in a bowl before I added some of the ingredients to make one of his favorite dinners.
Ben got to talking about school, and they had a lot of similar interests. Embry knew a lot of the games and music that he liked. I watched them bond, feeling like an old man as they talked and laughed. I was considerably older than Embry was, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted this girl, and as we sat down to eat, I took her in as she advised my son about something going on with a friend at school.
Embry could be good for both of us. I caught her eyes throughout the evening when Ben was distracted, making sure she knew what I wanted to do to her later with just a few looks. The attraction between us was undeniable, and she blushed as she met my gaze and twirled some noodles on her fork. Even though I’d done a few things to her, both here and at the bar, Embry was still innocent. She was beautiful with her clean face and messy, braided hair that reminded me of her age.
Ben took her into the living room to show her his newest game. I grabbed a beer, taking them in for a moment. With Embry in my life, I could provide something real for Ben again. His mother was never this good with him, and I realized that she never wanted a kid at all. Granted, it was a surprise for me as well, but I rolled with it while she just drifted further away.
They talked until I told him to take a shower before bed. I sat on the couch with her as he headed up the stairs. I slipped an arm over her shoulders and leaned over to tell her how much she turned me on, making Embry laugh. I told her that Ben would be in bed in about an hour, if she wanted to stay over for a while.
Embry agreed. I kissed her neck gently, teasing her all over again as I whispered what I wanted to do to her. I was losing all control with this woman, and even though it scared me, it also made me want a future with her. It made me want to live again.
Chapter 8
Embry
Once Ben told us good night, Trace kissed me deeply while we sat on the couch. He slipped a hand down my shirt as I shivered, overwhelmed with need. His fingers cupped me, stroking my nipple with his thumb as our tongues danced together. “I want to make you purr, kitten. I want to work that pussy so I can get my cock inside of you.”
“Is he in bed?” I asked as I glanced toward the staircase.
“Yeah. We won’t see him any more tonight. He’s a good kid and leaves me be. Plus, I’m sure that he’s chatting with one of those friends that you were talking about. You two got on well.” His eyes locked with mine.
“We’re not that far apart in age,” I said. “Do you think that bothers him?”
Trace shook his head. “Quite the opposite. He liked you, and he’s never met anyone that I was dating before this.” He frowned. “I haven’t gotten close to a woman since his mom left.”
“When was that?” I asked as I scooted closer, pressing a kiss to his chin.
“Six years ago. I caught her with someone else and tossed her to the curb with her boyfriend. We never looked back, and he seems to understand that she wasn’t right for us.” I gave him a look of sorrow, and he shook his head, kissing me hungrily. “She never did for me what you do, baby.”
We got off the couch. He turned off the kitchen light and led me upstairs, down the hallway leading away from Ben’s room towards the master. I looked around the spacious room and whistled softly in appreciation.
Trace closed and locked the door. I swallowed thickly as he walked over to me, kissing me hungrily and pushing me back to the king-sized bed that was against the wall. “I want you naked.” Another kiss. “I want your legs spread wide for me.”
The words he was saying made me weak, along with his tongue sweeping my mouth. I sat down as the backs of my legs hit the mattress. Trace worked my jeans and panties off again and dropped them to the floor as I blushed and licked my lips.
They were swollen from his kisses and tingled as I touched them with my fingers. I lifted my shirt over my head and shivered in the cool air as I dropped it into the pile of my other clothes. I unclasped my bra and shook it off, feeling my nipples harden under his intense gaze.
“So fucking beautiful, Em.” He moved to the chair across the room after turning on a light that shone bright on my naked body.
“Aren’t you going to come over here with me?” I asked as he smiled and slipped out of his own pants.
“I want you to scoot back against the pillows and spread your legs wide open for me. Have you touched yourself before, kitten?” I nodded as his eyes darkened. “Have you touched yourself thinking about me?” I nodded again. “I want you to show me.”
I complied, realizing that the light was showing him everything that I was going to do. I relaxed against the pillows as my thighs fell apart and took a deep breath.
“Show me what you like, Embry.”
I slid my hand over my nipples, feeling the sensitivity of the hardened peaks. I gasped with it and continued down my stomach, between my legs where I found myself wet and swollen. I closed my eyes for a moment as I moved my fingers over my folds, parting them to find my clit. It was so sensitive, and I bit my lip and opened my eyes to look at Trace.
He was watching me intently as he stroked himself over his boxers. I tugged on the bundle of nerves gently, and he shook his head. “I am going to fuck you so good,” he said. “All of you.”
I smiled and moved my hand faster. I felt something deep inside of me ready to burst. It was begging to come out, and I gasped as he slipped his cock out, stroking it as he stared into my eyes.
My fingers slipped inside of me, and I rocked against my hand. It felt so good to be spread open, and I thumbed my clit as I fucked myself, seeing him start to move his hand faster. I imagined his tongue on me again, his fingers stroking me somewhere inside that nobody ever reached before.
“Trace,” I cried out as I arched my back and slid another finger in. I longed to feel what it would be like to have him fucking me hard and slow, filling me in a way that I never wanted from another man. I came with a long, low groan as my body pulsed with pleasure. “Fuck. I couldn’t wai
t.”
He was across the room in an instant, hovering over me as he stroked his cock harder, more desperately. He shot on my stomach as he whispered my name, and I watched with awe as he kept coming.
“That was the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen,” Trace told me before he lowered his head to taste me again, eating my pussy eagerly.
He slipped his tongue inside of me, and I cried out, still reeling from the first orgasm. What was he doing to me? I was lying here covered in his come with his tongue inside of me, and I liked it. I wanted more of it. He finished his task and pulled away, eying me as he pushed himself off the bed. “I am going to clean you up but I have more plans for you, Embry.”
Dear, sweet Jesus. What could they be?
Chapter 9
Trace
I went to the bathroom and dampened a towel with warm water as I thought about her stomach. I’d made a mess of it, but she looked good that way and not at all turned off by it. Quite the opposite. Embry looked turned on.
How had she gone from being a stubborn virgin that turned down every guy on base to letting me get off on her? Not that I’d asked or anything. I kind of took the liberty of doing that when her coming sent me over the edge.
Embry was hot, sexy, and gorgeous, and I wanted to make her mine. I wanted to own her and make her always think of me when it came to sex. I wanted my face and my name ingrained in her memory forever. I didn’t want to think about her being with anyone else, though.
I walked back into the bedroom, seeing her in the same position. She watched me approach her. I leaned over and wiped her down gently, looking at her deep, pink nipples for a moment that were still hard. She had the best tits I’d ever seen, so full and sensitive. I looked back down to her stomach and realized that some of the mess made it to the comforter as I raised an eyebrow.
“Scoot over. You don’t need to be in the wet spot.”
A blush covered her cheeks, and Embry slid over to the left side of the bed as I went to grab another towel to toss over the blanket. I walked to the closet, enjoying her eyes on me as I moved about naked. Pulling out a black duffel bag, I carried it to the bed to drop it on the right side. I grinned at her.
That pussy was tight, and I needed to prep her for my cock, because I was going to get inside of her soon. I couldn’t stand it anymore, and although I could find many a willing woman to fuck me, I wanted Embry.
“What’s in there?” she asked in a hoarse voice that made goosebumps cover my skin. That was the voice of a woman that had thoroughly enjoyed herself, complete with a hint of curiosity as to what else I had in store.
“It’s my collection of toys,” I replied. She looked confused for a moment before understanding crossed her face. “I want to work with you, baby. I want to open you up so I can fuck you properly. I don’t really have a choice. I’m a big guy.”
Her eyes widened, and I unzipped the bag to peer inside. I had all kinds of sex toys in here, but tonight, I was going for vibrators. I wanted to penetrate her little-by-little until she was ready for me. “You have a bag of toys?”
If I didn’t know better, I’d say the thought turned her on. A lot. I smiled, and ignored the question. She was trying to buy herself a little time as her pulse spiked. It was cute. She’d enjoyed a little clit play first, since she clearly loved it.
Embry adjusted herself on the pillows, looking as though she wanted to cover herself up. No fucking way. That body was too gorgeous to hide. I knew how many men would trade places with me right now, but Embry was mine.
As sarcastic as she’d come off in the past toward me, I saw her will breaking inside of those expressive eyes. She wanted me now, and I wasn’t about to stop working towards my goal.
I glanced at the bag and pulled out a long, average-sized vibrator as she watched me warily. “Have you ever used anything like this?”
Embry shook her head. “Just my hand.”
“We’re going to work up in size with these,” I explained.
She frowned with some doubt in her face. “Are those safe?” she asked.
I chuckled and nodded. “I always clean them after use, and I haven’t even seen them in about a year. They’ve been tucked away in the closet.” The doubt remained. “Want me to wipe them down for you, sweet Embry?” I went to get another warm washcloth and made a show of cleaning it before I urged her to spread her legs for me again.
Embry swallowed as she did, and I eased the tip against her clit, turning it onto the lowest speed.
She jumped. “Oh, God.”
“Settle back and enjoy the ride,” I told her.
I kept rubbing her with the vibrator, watching her get wetter. Embry dropped her head back, and her breathing went ragged. I kept getting her ready for me.
I turned up the speed one level and slid the tip inside of her, making her gasp. She arched her back as I moved it slowly inside, pulling back just a bit as she let out a soft sigh.
I timed it so she hadn’t come by the time I switched to a bigger, longer one. She was needy for the friction. Embry pressed against this one, and I watched it slide all the way in as she whimpered.
“That’s it, Em. Take it for me. You’re made to take a big cock, but the only one you will ever have again is mine. Who’s your Daddy?” I purred as I slid it back inside, burying it inside of her.
“You,” she moaned.
She could barely talk as she gripped the thick instrument with her pussy. Her hands shook by her sides. I dropped the toy and reached into a drawer for some silk scarves, holding them as she stared at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
I moved beside her, tying her right wrist to my iron bedpost, leaving her a little wiggle room. I did the same with her left and went back to kneel before her. Then, I slipped the vibrator right back inside of her.
If it ever hurt, she showed no signs of it. Embry was a trembling, wanting woman. Her body language only indicated that she wanted more. Not only did she beg for it, but her hips kept moving to get everything inside of her a little faster.
I kept increasing the sizes of the toys I used on her, finding myself hard as a rock when I pulled out the one that would tear her open. To be honest, it was bigger than I was, but I needed to see her taking it.
I was still holding back her release, and as I positioned this one before her, I saw tears leak from her eyes as it filled her.
“Please, Trace,” she asked me in a pleading voice as I flipped it to full speed, watching her body jiggling with the vibration as she parted her lips. “Please fuck me.”
I moved it slow at first as I filled her, watching her closely for any signs of pain. There were none, and in fact, she rocked her hips against it as I watched it slide all too easily inside of her stretched out pussy. She let out low moans and long cries as she took it deep, and I told her to come for my big cock, hard as stone.
Embry came with a guttural cry, her body jerking against my hand. I watched her, tempted to take it out and slam my own rigid cock inside of her and have my way. She still needed time, and judging from the look of things, she was even further under my spell than before.
Chapter 10
Embry
I woke up the following morning and stretched as I looked around my bedroom. Trace brought me to my car late last night and then followed me to the small one-bedroom place I had just off the base to make sure I made it safely. I had to work today, and he had a basketball game to attend so he could see his son play later.
I moved slowly, feeling all the muscles in my body ache as I smiled. My pussy ached the most after all that Trace had done to me last night, and I blushed at my free usage of the word. Trace was rubbing off on me.
I glanced at the clock to see that it was nine, giving me a few hours before I had to go to work for the afternoon shift. I was working with my best friend Harper today and looked forward to seeing her. There was so much to tell her now, and I pictured her face when she heard who I was involved with. It was going to be priceless.
I stood and w
ent to use the bathroom before heading to the kitchen to make some coffee. I thought about going to the cute place a block away from my apartment, but I was feeling a little lazy and overwhelmed this morning. It was going to take everything I had to go to work, but there was a surge of adrenaline rushing through my veins that was unfamiliar to me.
I sat down with my cup at the small table and read some apps on my phone as I sipped it. One of those was Trace’s Facebook page. I added him as a friend, blushing as I knew that it was just to see all the sexy pictures of him.
I hoped that he wouldn’t mind since I wasn’t sure where we were going, other than toward having crazy monkey sex. I knew he told me that I was his and things along those lines, but did he even mean it?
I imagined that men said things like that to get further with a woman when they were turned on. I was so new to this. I sighed, wondering why he even wanted me.
I thought long and hard about how much I wanted to sleep with him. In his presence, I forgot all about my vow to wait for the right guy and how brutal I was in most of my rejections to other men. I mean, I went far past being sarcastic.
I went to take a shower and let the water run over my sore body, making the water as hot as I could stand. It felt so good, and I closed my eyes as I reveled in the sensation. I washed my hair and reluctantly got out to dry off, sighing as I looked in the mirror. Was I enough for Trace?
I smiled as I drove through the base to the bar, parking as I looked at Harper’s green Honda. I walked through the door and smiled at her as I went to clock in.
Harper was an outgoing girl and beautiful, with her dark blue eyes and long strawberry blonde hair. She was a virgin like me and willing to give that up, but not for any man in the military. Working at the bar showed you the worst side of everybody, and she always told me that they didn’t deserve us, just before flirting her way to a big tip.
