Shielding Aspen

by Susan Stoker

  Brain split his concentration between her and the road. “Three years?”

  “Yup. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t take care of myself in those three years,” she said breezily.

  She was killing him. Talking about touching herself was enough to make his cock jump in his jeans.

  Aspen obviously felt it because she chuckled. “You like that thought?”

  “Fuck yeah,” Brain breathed. “I’ll be lucky if I don’t shoot off like a teenager the second I get inside you, just from imagining what you look like touching yourself and getting yourself off.”

  “If you do, you can make me feel good until you’re ready again,” she told him easily.

  “Oh, that’s a given,” Brain told her. “I’m not coming until you do. At least once.”

  “At least?” she asked with a quirk of her brow.

  “At least,” he confirmed.

  “I think you’re driving too slow,” Aspen told him breathlessly.

  Brain smiled and nudged his speed up another mile an hour. The last thing he wanted was to be stopped by a cop. That would delay his getting inside Aspen, and at the moment, that was all he could think about.

  Aspen knew she was coming on strong, but she couldn’t help it. She was more than ready to make love with Kane. When they’d officially started dating, after they’d gotten back from Afghanistan, she wasn’t so sure about the intense feelings she had for him. She’d felt as if they were moving too fast, that she was falling for him too quickly. But the more time she spent with him, the safer she felt…both her body and her heart.

  Kane was one of the good guys. She knew that down to her very bones. And lying in his arms last night made everything crystal clear.

  She loved him. Loved being in his arms. Loved falling asleep with him and waking up in the morning with his arms still around her.

  He could be moody and grumpy, but he never took out his moods on her. He was a good friend, a good teammate, a hell of a soldier, and she wanted to connect with him on a more intimate level.

  Sleeping with him could break them apart. Giving in to the sexual tension might make them realize that was all they had…but she didn’t think so. She wanted to think that being intimate would only bring them closer. Time would tell.

  She wanted to forget about Derek, and getting out of the Army, and all the other stressors she’d experienced lately, and just enjoy being with Kane.

  He pulled into his driveway and into his one-car garage and was out and walking around to her side before she’d even undone her seat belt.

  Grinning at his eagerness, she let him help her out of the car and, without a word, he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her into the house. The second the door shut behind them, his lips were on hers, and he backed her against the wall.

  For the first time in her life, Aspen truly let herself go. She didn’t worry about seeming too eager, or not eager enough. She didn’t think about what she should do with her hands, or if she was moving too fast or too slow.

  She just did what felt right.

  As Kane devoured her mouth, her hands slipped under his shirt and up his chest. She dug her fingers into his pecs and flicked his nipples. Kane growled and lifted his head, but Aspen didn’t want him to stop. Didn’t want him to slow down. She wanted him, now.

  She pushed his shirt up, and he got the hint, ripping it off. Aspen ducked her head and took one of his nipples in her mouth, nipping at it, then sucking—hard.

  He grunted, and before she was ready to let go of him, he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and laughed as he started for the stairs.

  She wasn’t worried in the least that he might drop her. She felt completely safe in his arms. Hooking her own around his shoulders, she held on as he carried her into his bedroom. His sheets were still thrown back from when they’d gotten out of bed that morning.

  Without warning, Kane dropped her onto the mattress.

  Aspen chuckled once again. But the second she saw the look of lust in his eyes, her humor fled.

  “Off,” he said in a guttural tone, motioning to her shirt with his chin.

  Aspen wanted to tease him. Should probably make him work harder to get her naked, but they’d both waited long enough. Grabbing her shirt, she peeled it over her head, then reached for the clasp of her bra.

  Kane had taken off his socks and boots and, while she watched, he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, pushing them, along with his underwear, down and off. Aspen lay back on the bed and undid her shorts. She toed off her shoes and lifted her hips. Kane’s hands were there immediately to help pull her shorts and panties down, until she was completely naked.

  Aspen didn’t feel self-conscious about being naked in front of Kane. Raising her arms above her head, she stretched, arching her back and spreading her legs apart slightly. The look in Kane’s eyes, not to mention how hard his cock was, made her feel beautiful.

  Kane stood stock still next to the bed, staring at her as if trying to memorize the display before him. Aspen could feel her nipples go tight and hard on her chest, and while she definitely wanted to get on with the festivities, she knew she’d remember this moment for the rest of her life.

  “Fuck,” Kane breathed. “I don’t know where to start.”

  Aspen smiled and held out a hand. “How about a kiss?” she asked.

  He took her hand and the next thing Aspen knew, Kane had settled on top of her. Not next to her, literally on her. She felt a smear of precome against her thigh as he got settled, and she spread her legs apart, giving him more room.

  Because they were the same height, she could feel his throbbing cock against her mound, and his chest hair felt ticklish against her extremely sensitive nipples. He propped himself up on his elbows and speared both hands into her hair, holding her head still.

  He stared down at her for a long moment. It didn’t feel awkward in the least. His gaze bored into her own, and she swore she could see into his soul. Corny, but true.

  “I want to go slow. Memorize every inch of your beautiful body. Learn what turns you on and what makes you moan. I want to lick your pussy and taste you. I want to see you explode in my arms, then immediately make you come again, even if you think you’re too sensitive.”

  With every word out of his mouth, Aspen felt herself getting wetter. He hadn’t even touched her and she was more than ready for him.

  “But I’m on the verge of coming just looking at you,” he continued. “Feeling your tits against my chest, seeing your pupils dilated with lust, feeling your hips push up into me just from my words…I can’t think about anything beyond getting inside you.”

  “We have plenty of time to explore…later,” Aspen told him. “I want you. Inside me. Now.”

  Without another word, Kane leaned over and opened a drawer next to his bed. He grabbed a condom and expertly opened it with his teeth. He leaned up on a hip and covered himself with one hand, then returned to the same position he’d been in a moment ago.

  “Slick,” Aspen teased.

  Kane actually blushed. “I practiced. I knew when I got you in my bed, I’d have no coordination. So I bought a box, and every night before I jacked off, I’d practice putting on a condom with one hand. Then once it was on, I’d rip the damn thing off and fantasize about you being in here with me.”

  He was adorable. Practicing putting on a condom was his nerdiest moment yet, but she couldn’t fault him because all she could think about was getting him inside her—and that practice meant he was ready in seconds. Shifting until one hand was between them, she tapped his thigh. “Lift up,” she whispered.

  He did, and Aspen wrapped her hand around his cock. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small either. He was the perfect size for her.

  She couldn’t help squeezing him, and Kane moaned.

  Then, not wanting to prolong their foreplay, Aspen notched the head of his dick between her soaking-wet folds.

  “As I said, it’s been a while,” she told him. “Go slow.”


  Kane nodded, and she felt him slip into her a little. She grabbed his waist but didn’t take her eyes from his. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed all the way inside her.

  There was a small pinch of pain, but then she finally felt his pubic hair brush against her own. He was in. She squeezed her muscles, and he groaned.

  “Fuck, darling, you’re so damn tight. Am I hurting you?”

  “No,” she reassured him. “You’re perfect.”

  They stayed like that for a long moment. Long enough for Aspen to ask, “Kane?”

  “Give me another few seconds,” Kane said between clenched teeth. “If I move, I’m gonna blow, and I want to enjoy this for as long as possible.”

  Aspen smiled. Feeling ridiculously pleased that he was having a hard time controlling himself. She knew many women would get upset if their man couldn’t hold off, but to her, it was the ultimate compliment.

  Then Kane took a deep breath, one she felt against her belly, and he lifted up, looking down between them.

  “God, that’s so hot,” he said, more to himself than her.

  Aspen looked down and had to agree. She could see her nipples sticking straight up, the pooch of her small belly that she’d never been able to lose, but more importantly, she saw the way their body hair meshed together. She always kept herself trimmed, and he obviously did too.

  Then Kane moved his hips back, and she saw his cock appear from inside her, the condom shiny with her excitement.

  “Watch,” he ordered, but Aspen wasn’t about to look away. He pushed back inside her, and somehow the sight of him entering her body made what they were doing all the more intimate.

  “That’s right, take me,” he said softly. He pulled back and pushed in again. Then again. Aspen couldn’t take her eyes away from the erotic sight of him slowly fucking her.

  “You feel so amazing,” he told her. “Hot, wet, and tight. You’re like a fucking glove, squeezing me.”

  Discovering Kane was a dirty talker was surprising. For someone who called himself a nerd, he certainly wasn’t acting like one now.

  Then he startled her by thrusting so hard, the smack of their flesh hitting together was loud in the quiet room.

  They both groaned.

  “Sorry,” he said immediately.

  “Don’t be! Do it again,” Aspen ordered.

  Kane grinned and ever so slowly pulled out of her, until only the tip of his cock was inside, then he slammed in once again. Aspen threw her head back on his pillow and moaned.

  “You like that,” he said.

  It wasn’t a question, but Aspen nodded again. “Slow is nice, but fast is fucking amazing,” she told him.

  “Can you come from this?” he asked as he thrust hard into her again.

  Aspen shook her head. “No, but it feels really good.”

  “Touch yourself,” Kane ordered.

  Blinking in surprise, Aspen looked up at him.

  “I want to feel you come around me, and I’m not going to last very long, especially not if I’m fucking you hard and fast. You feel too good. But I’ll be damned if you don’t come our first time.”

  “It’s okay, Kane.”

  “It’s not. Touch yourself, darling, show me how you like it. Slow and steady, or fast and hard?”

  Feeling a little self-conscious, Aspen moved her hand back down between them. Kane came up on his hands, keeping them connected and looked down as she began to strum her clit.

  She’d masturbated more frequently than she was comfortable admitting, even to Kane, but nothing felt better than having him stuffed inside her while she stroked herself.

  “I can feel your muscles contracting around me,” Kane said as she moved her fingers faster. “That’s it, God, this is amazing. Keep going.”

  Aspen tuned him out as her orgasm got closer and closer. She tried to buck up, but couldn’t move because Kane was on top of her. Then she tried to slam her legs together, but again, Kane’s body prevented her from moving. The orgasm rising inside her was so huge, it was somewhat frightening, so she stopped touching herself.

  But Kane wasn’t having that. He shifted until he could get one of his own hands between them and took up where she left off.

  His fingers were calloused and felt rougher against her sensitive bud than her own touch. Her folds were soaking wet, and his fingers slid easily against her clit, taking her higher and higher. Aspen grabbed hold of his biceps and dug her fingernails into his skin, trying to delay her orgasm. She knew she was going to shatter into a million pieces and he was the only thing holding her together.

  His touch almost hurt, but in a good way. One second she was hanging on to the precipice and the next, she flew over it. Her stomach clenched, her thighs shook, and she tried to curl up into a ball to better weather the orgasmic storm, but could only lie on the bed and take the pleasure Kane was giving her.

  Just when she thought he was going to let her come down, he groaned and started fucking her. Hard. Her tits bounced up and down with every one of his thrusts—and just like that, Aspen was coming again.

  “God, that feels so good! You have no idea,” Kane ground out as he thrust forcefully in and out of her.

  “I…think…I…do,” Aspen said in time with his thrusts.

  “I can’t hold out—I’m coming,” Kane growled between clenched teeth. Then he put a hand on Aspen’s butt and pulled her against him, holding himself as far inside her as he could get, and came.

  The groan that left his lips was porn worthy, giving Aspen shivers as she watched. The sight of him orgasming was hot. His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back, and she could feel him flexing deep inside her body. The condom prevented her from feeling his release, and she was almost glad. Their lovemaking was intense enough as it was; she wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle more at that moment.

  Without warning, Kane’s eyes opened and he looked at her. He seemed almost pissed, but Aspen knew he wasn’t. “Fuck,” he muttered, then in one fluid movement, he rolled onto his side, keeping her hips flush against his own. He ended up on his back with Aspen draped over him. She curled her legs up and sat astride him.

  Smiling, she rolled her hips, and he groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?” he asked.

  Aspen knew she probably looked like a loon. A huge smile on her face, her hair likely in disarray, her chest blotchy from her orgasm, her boobs practically in his face…but she didn’t care.

  “What a way to go,” she quipped.

  Then Kane smiled, and Aspen’s heart almost stopped. She’d never seen him so…content. She loved that she’d been the one to put that look on his face. “You called me darling,” she said inanely.

  “I did,” he agreed. “Told you, when we’re in bed, you’re my darling. Outside it, you’re my chérie, liebling, dorogoy, or gráinne. Now, as much as I want you to stay exactly where you are, I need to deal with this condom.”

  Aspen wrinkled her nose. She didn’t want to move.

  Kane brought a hand up to her face and smoothed a piece of unruly hair back over her ear. “I know. I don’t want to move either. I like where I am more than you know.”

  Sighing, Aspen lifted off his lap, and they both hissed when he slipped out of her body. His cock landed on his stomach with a soft plop. She couldn’t help but giggle.

  “You laughing at my manhood?” Kane mock growled.

  “No, never,” she hurried to reassure him.

  Kane chuckled. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

  Then he climbed out of the bed and walked toward the bathroom. Aspen didn’t look away. She devoured him with her eyes. His ass was a work of art. She wasn’t sure there was an ounce of fat on him. He was walking back toward her within fifteen seconds, and she didn’t bother to hide the fact she was ogling his front side as he returned to the bed.

  His cock was long; no wonder she’d felt him so deeply inside her. He wasn’t overly thick, but it was almost hard to believe she’d taken him so easily, considering how lon
g it had been since she’d slept with a man.

  Instead of climbing back into the bed next to her, Kane leaned over, grabbed her hips, and physically dragged her ass to the side of the bed. He kneeled on the floor and spread her legs as far as he could get them.

  “Kane!” Aspen protested.

  “Yeah?” he asked distractedly. He ran a thumb down her slit, spreading the evidence of her orgasms between her folds.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Having a snack,” he said with a grin, then his head dropped—and Aspen couldn’t do anything but hang on for dear life as he ate her out as if he’d never get enough.

  Brain had no idea what time it was, and he didn’t care either. He held Aspen against him and smiled when she snored slightly. They hadn’t left the bed since they’d arrived home from the carnival. Making love that first time had taken the edge off his desire, but he hadn’t been nearly done with her.

  With Aspen, he didn’t feel like the outcast he’d been for most of his life. He’d never felt as deep a connection with anyone as he felt with her. Neither had Brain ever felt like he needed sex. He’d remained a virgin well past the age most boys experimented with sex. Because he’d never been around girls his own age until he was in his twenties, he hadn’t felt the urge to fuck just for the sake of fucking.

  But with Aspen, he found he couldn’t get enough. Before today, he hadn’t been confident in his abilities to make sex good for her, but once he had her in his arms, instinct took over. Feeling her orgasm when he was buried deep inside her hot, wet pussy had been an experience he knew he’d never forget. Watching her writhe under him, lost in the pleasure he’d given her, and then to feel her lose it again when he’d fucked her had made him feel more like a man than ever before.

  Then he’d had to taste her, to examine her up close and personal. He’d eaten her to another orgasm, using his fingers to stimulate her, and once again, feeling her internal muscles flutter against his fingers was fascinating…a gift. He’d let her rest for a while, but when he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he’d feasted on her tits until she’d woken up, and then he’d taken her again.