Operation: Stripped & Stranded

by E Kay Sims

  Eric had such an air of authority about him, I could imagine him in a position of command in the Army. The way he carried himself, I could tell he was a natural born leader. I let my eyes travel over him, drinking in the pure maleness that was Eric. I suspected a wild animal seethed just below the surface, barely in check. I’d had a glimpse of that over the past two nights. He fairly oozed danger, intelligence, and sex––a deadly combination for some lonely, unsuspecting girl. I let my eyes roam freely over his incredible physique and I couldn’t help but remember him naked above me, below me, behind me–– hell, we’d tried damn near every position ever invented including a few we’d made up in the heat of the moment. Shit! Where was that damn drink! I had begun to fan myself before I realized I was even doing it.

  “You okay, doll?” The endearment slipped from his lips like the most natural thing in the world. He’d caught me staring, and practically drooling, I might add.

  “Yes, just hot.” I felt my face warm with embarrassment and was grateful it was dim out on the patio.

  “Yes, you are,” he drawled with double entendre. His ice blue eyes twinkled as the corner of his mouth curved up in a very sexy smirk. “I’d say I’d like to cool you off, but that’d be a lie.” He chuckled and placed his hand on my thigh under the table.

  I barely stopped a moan from escaping my throat when he caressed the length of my thigh to my knee and back up to the crease of my hip. Then suddenly he stopped, causing me to open my eyes. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. It was then that our waiter had finally returned with our drinks. Thank heavens!

  While Eric paid for our drinks, I grabbed my ice water and took a long slow drink, allowing the coolness to slide down my parched throat, all under Eric’s watchful gaze. When the waiter finally left, he leisurely took a sip of his beer and returned his hand to my thigh.

  “Feeling better?” he asked solicitously.

  “A little,” I breathed.

  I watched him slip his fingers into his water glass to remove an ice cube. “Here,” he said, lifting my hair off the back of my neck. He slipped his hand underneath and slid the ice along my nape and down around the front, over my collarbone, then just over the swell of my exposed cleavage. I sucked in my breath at the coolness as goosebumps rose on my flesh. My eyes widened when he brought the melted cube to his lips, then his tongue quickly swiped the tip before he took the whole thing in his mouth. God! He could make the simplest act look sexy without any effort.

  I grabbed my flute of Prosecco and chugged down two big gulps to steady myself, then finished off the rest with two more swallows. My body had begun to tremble with my need for him. The alcohol rushed to my head, making me feel downright giddy.

  Eric gave me knowing look as he squeezed my knee. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He took a long draught of his beer, almost finishing the bottle, then set it back on the table.

  “I think I’m a bit tipsy,” I admitted. “No more drinks for me tonight. I have a long drive home tomorrow.”

  “You wanna call it a night, then?” he asked, his face was unreadable.

  “I do,” I said, smoothing down my dress, my hand slid down my thigh to clasp his fingers. “At the risk of sounding way too bold,” I paused, “I’d really like you to stay the night with me again….” Shyness suddenly overcame me. “But I want you to know that I’ve never done this before. This is completely out of character for me.”

  “I figured as much. You don’t fit the type.” He squeezed my fingers lightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll still respect you in the morning.” He gave me a lascivious grin.

  “Hmmm, I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”

  “Nope, sure don’t!” He laughed. “You’re the first one.” His face became serious. “I’m usually pretty good at reading people, EZee. And you don’t strike me as a loose woman–– despite your name.” He waggled his eyebrows at me, then gave me that megawatt grin of his.

  I couldn’t help the snort that came out as I laughed at his remark. My eyes widened with surprise and embarrassment at my very unladylike behavior. I clapped a hand over my mouth in a failed attempt to keep from laughing even louder, but it was useless. I had the giggles, which I attributed to lack of sleep and the Prosecco.

  “Oh my gosh! I can’t stop laughing,” I said between giggles.

  Eric eyes crinkled at the corners as he joined me, or perhaps he was laughing at me, not with me. “I love a girl who snorts when she laughs!”

  Suddenly, he pulled me to my feet and I found the back of my head cradled inside his bent elbow, his other arm around my waist. He covered my mouth with his, effectively cutting off my laughter. Right there in front of everyone on the patio, he dipped me back and deepened the kiss.

  He broke the kiss when shouts of ‘get a room’ and ‘get some,’ came from the other patrons nearby. “Come on,” he said, releasing me, only to take my hand when I wobbled for a moment. He literally made me weak in the knees––and that heart-stopping kiss! Holy hell!

  “Let’s get you back to your room, giggle puss.”

  “Giggle puss?!” I nearly shouted. “I haven’t been called a giggle puss since Mrs. Dunn’s fifth grade class!”

  Eric only laughed as he led me across the street to the MGM Grand.

  We found a shuttle to take us the relatively short ride back to The Palazzo. Once we were in the elevator, Eric pulled his phone out of his pocket to check his messages. After a second, he frowned.

  “God dammit, Gil! What the fuck?!” He shoved his phone back in his pocket. “Sorry,” he squeezed my fingers, “sometimes my buddy has a box of rocks for brains. He’s the one I rode down here with.”

  “Oh, your friend, Gil? The Aussie gentleman? I met him in the hall near the ice machine.”

  “Pfft! He’s no gentleman.” Eric smirked. “Goofball prankster, yes” he paused, “wait, you met him in the hallway?”

  “Um, yeah,” I said, remembering what Gil and I had talked about, and I regretted bringing it up. “I was heading to the elevator as he was getting ice the other night. He seemed very nice.”

  “I guess I’m not really being fair. He is a gentleman when it comes to the ladies. He just pisses me the hell off sometimes. He can be, shall we say, inconsiderate––at least to me, anyway.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “Maybe he isn’t aware that he’s being inconsiderate. Some people are oblivious when it comes to how their actions might be perceived by those around them.”

  “You may be right. I’ve been stressed out and on edge. But, still, I think anyone would agree that being left stranded by one of your best friends, on numerous occasions––in Las Vegas, no less–– without a car––the car I rented, by the way—would get damned annoying.” He let out a sigh and leaned back against the far wall. “And now I don’t know if I’m going to have a ride home tomorrow. He took the damn car, again.”

  “Well, you said you were driving back to Corvallis and then to Ft. Lewis, right?”

  “Yeah, that was the plan, but now I don’t know. He’s saying that he may just meet me in Oregon. Fuck! He’s got his head up his ass right now over some woman he just met.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I know what that sounded like the pot calling the kettle black, but this is different between you and me.” He turned to gaze at me.

  I smiled. “I could give you a ride… if you want.”

  “I wouldn’t want to impose––”

  “It’s not an imposition. We are practically going to the same place. I can get you to Corvallis at least. If you need a ride, just let me know. I’m leaving around eight-thirty.”

  “Thank you. I may have to take you up on that.” He leaned back again. “We’ll see after I have a nice long talk with Gil. Damn it, he’s such an asshole sometimes.”

  We watched the indicator light count up the numbers of the floors, two, three, four, five, and finally stopped at six. The elevator doors opened, and Eric guided me into the corridor toward my room.

  “I do see
where you’re coming from. I think I’d probably be annoyed too,” I said.

  I was thinking about how that must have been for Eric, to find himself left without transportation in a strange city––a dangerous city like Vegas. And having just returned from a deployment with PTSD on top of it, I could see why Eric would be pissed off. I really couldn’t blame him.

  We arrived at my room and Eric held his hand out for me to give him my room key. He scanned it, opened the door for me, but wouldn’t let me enter until he went in first. I knew what he was doing—he was ‘clearing’ the room, checking for threats. By this time it was instinctual for him. This was what he was trained to do. I have to admit, a shiver went down my spine, and I wondered how many times he’d done this over in Afghanistan or Iraq. How many people had he killed? I really didn’t want to know that. But, I couldn’t help remembering his hands on my body, so gentle, so perfect. Had he killed people with his bare hands? Oh God! I had to stop this line of thinking.

  “All clear,” he said, then gave me a sheepish grin. “Sorry, force of habit.”

  He stepped farther into the room and then took me into his arms before I knew what he was about to do. His eyes locked with mine, penetrating me. I felt as if he could see clear to my soul. I sucked in my breath as I became aware of his erection pressing into my belly. Slowly, so slowly, he lowered his head to mine, then angled his lips to meet my mouth. His kiss was gentle, sensuous, and unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world to explore.

  A soft moan escaped my throat as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slowly coaxed mine into his mouth. He was an expert at seduction and foreplay. I felt jealous of every woman he’d been with before me, though I had no right to be. Soon, my body went limp in his arms as my knees finally gave out. He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed, never breaking the kiss. He laid me down and settled himself over me, propping his elbows on either side of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he murmured against my lips.

  “Mmmm, me too.” I brought my hands to his shoulders and slid my legs around his waist, wiggling my hips until we fit together comfortably.

  He kissed the tip of my nose, each cheek, and then made a trail down the side of my neck, eliciting a moan from me. My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him into me. His lips trailed across the swell of my breasts, my hands slid up to cup his head, but then he slid down my body ignoring my protests. My legs involuntarily dropped from his waist, he was much stronger than me. He stopped when his shoulders were between my thighs and his chin rested on my pubic bone. His eyes locked with mine as he slowly pulled my dress up my thighs.

  “Oh God,” I sighed, lifting my hips in anticipation.

  “I want to taste you,” he breathed against me causing me to shiver uncontrollably.

  “Yes,” I whispered, “I want you to taste me.” I pulled my dress up to my belly, sitting up slightly, then pulled it over my head.

  I tossed the dress to the floor and laid back, wearing nothing but my favorite black lace bra, matching thong, and my heels. I nearly jerked off the bed when Eric kissed the inside of my bare thigh. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down over my hips, stopping just before he exposed my sex. He was in for a surprise. That morning, I shaved it bare. Honestly, I’d been hoping we would end up together tonight.

  “I want you, Eric.” My voice was barely above a whisper. In truth, I ached for him.

  “What do you want, princess?” he teased, sliding his index finger around the edge of my thong near the inside of my thigh.

  “I want your tongue inside me,” I said boldly.

  He licked his lips at my response, then dipped his head toward my body. I felt his tongue touch me through the thin lace. The heat of his tongue sent a jolt to my core and I couldn’t help my reaction. My hips tilted up to give him better access as he licked me from bottom to top and then top to bottom.

  “Mmmm.” My head dropped back onto the pillows and my hands pressed the back of his head urging him on. “More,” I pleaded, reaching down to slide my thong off so I could feel his hot tongue against my bare flesh.

  “Slow down, sweetheart, I want to savor you.” His voice was deep and rough around the edges as he stopped me from exposing myself.

  His hands caressed my thighs as he rose up onto his knees. He paused for a moment and then he slipped off his suit jacket, tossing it to the floor. His shirt followed, and I marveled at the rippling muscles of his arms and chest. His abs were insane. He looked like he’d been carved out of marble. My eyes devoured every inch of him as he slowly undressed for me. My legs began to shake when his hands went to his belt and for a moment, I imagined him wielding the smooth, black leather against my ass.

  “I want you to spank me,” I blurted as my heart thundered in my chest.

  His eyes widened and then narrowed before he gave me a wicked smile. “Are you a naughty girl?”

  “Yes,” I nodded, “I’ve been very naughty, indeed.”

  He chuckled then with deliberate slowness, he removed his belt and laid it on the bed beside me. He stood and removed his shoes and then unzipped his pants. He was wearing some kind of black, silky boxer looking things. He slid his pants down and I noticed they were too short even for boxers and sexy as sin. I could see the hard ridge of his cock, delineated perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination, which made me lick my lips and wonder about his choice of underwear. Did he wear those for me, or were they his usual undergarments?

  At my questioning gaze he explained, “‘Ranger panties,’ we call them. They’re government issue. It gets fucking hot as hell in the desert,” he slid off his pants and tossed them in a chair, “and they are extremely comfortable. Now, about that spanking…” He adjusted his dick, grabbed my hips, and flipped me over onto my belly making me squawk in surprise.

  He pulled me up onto my hands and knees with my feet wide, just hanging over the edge of the bed. He stepped between my feet, his hips wedged between my thighs, and I felt him press his throbbing erection against the seam of my ass for a long moment. His hands left my hips to grab the belt beside me as he backed slightly away from me and the bed.

  “Jesus! You have a fine ass!” I flinched at the sound of his belt snapping. “Are you sure you want a spanking?” he asked in a half threatening voice just before he leaned down and swiped his hot tongue across one of my exposed cheeks.

  I wiggled on the bed. “Ooooh,” I moaned with pleasure. “Yes, spank me, then lick me again.” My voice sounded as desperate as I felt for him.

  I sensed—rather than felt—him step back, and then, whack! He’d hit me hard enough to sting just a little, but I flinched anyway, mostly in surprise. Whack! This time was a bit harder and I knew I’d have a welt later. His tongue and lips soothed away the sting. I don’t know what had possessed me to ask him to spank me. I’d never actually been spanked as a form of sex play, but I was loving it!

  “Again,” I moaned, my pussy throbbed with excitement.

  He grabbed the straps of my thong and jerked, snapping the flimsy material. He ripped them off my body, none too gently, then tossed them away. “Oh,” he said in surprise. Whack! This time he’d used his bare hand and it hurt, but only enough to fuel my desire. I felt the burn of his palm print all the way to my core. Immediately, his lips and tongue were taking away the sting, but then he changed direction, sliding his tongue down the seam of my ass and lower. He gripped one of my thighs with his giant hand and I felt two fingers glide into my aching pussy.

  “You are so fucking wet,” he nearly growled the words.

  My hips bucked forward at the intense sensations as my walls clenched his fingers in a rapid pulsing rhythm. He began to slide his long, tapered fingers in and out at a tortuously slow pace. Then he pushed all the way into me and his thumb lightly circled my anus just before he slapped my ass harder than before. I nearly lost it as a high-pitched scream tore from my throat. Oh Go
d! I’m going to come! It took every ounce of self-control I had not to. My chest was heaving and I had to remind myself to slow my breath, to relax my pelvic floor muscles, even as they repeatedly clenched then released, of their own accord.

  I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him just as he slid his fingers out of me and into his mouth. “Mmmm, you taste amazing,” he said, licking up every bit of my arousal.

  Then he reached to unhook my bra. I let the straps fall down my arms, exposing my breasts. Eric stood and moved behind me, between my thighs. He bent forward over me, his massive chest covered my back with his heat like a warm blanket surrounding me. He ground his hips into my ass as his hands slid up to cup my breasts. His fingers circled my nipples just as his teeth nipped my shoulder blade. I arched my back and pressed my ass against him, wanting him closer, needing him inside me. Our hips rocked forward and back in a slow, seductive rhythm as old as time. His hands glided over my heated flesh as he kissed his way down the length of my spine.

  Suddenly, I turned in his arms to face him, my ass on the edge of the bed, my heel clad feet braced on the floor as he stood between my thighs, his smoldering gaze was questioning.

  “My turn.” My hands found the waistband of his ridiculously short boxers or ‘Ranger panties’ –––whatever! “I need to taste you,” I said provocatively.

  I pulled the undergarment down over his narrow hips. Cautiously, I maneuvered the waistband down to free his heavy cock without hurting him. He was absolute perfection! I circled my hand around his thickness—which wasn’t easy—then guided his engorged tip, dripping with pre-cum, to my waiting mouth. Tentatively, I licked the sweet tasting wetness from him before circling my tongue around the head, loving the sound of the guttural moan that his escaped his throat. Gripping his shaft tighter, I pumped him firmly up and down a few times as I began to push him deeper, inch-by-inch, into my mouth. I relaxed my tongue and throat muscles as much as possible as I tried to slide his pulsing tip in as far as my throat would allow.