by Blythe Reid
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?
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.
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 went to use the bathro
om 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.
She knew what to say and do until it came to a proposition, something that she handled well. Harper made up a boyfriend a lot of the time, which usually worked.
“How are you?” Harper asked as she wiped down the bar after the lunch crowd, looking curiously at me. “You look different, Em.”
“I’m good,” I replied as I looked around, checking to see if we had a private moment to talk.
I noted that Gramps was sitting at a table with a few other older men. I smiled as I watched his happy expression. He was grumpy more than happy, but I could see through it and know just how much he loved me.
“How are you?” I asked her.
“What’s this I hear about our favorite SEAL dropping a guy for manhandling you?” she asked.
I blushed and bit my lip. I knew that word would get around. “Trace,” I confirmed and nodded as I looked at the bar for a moment. “Some guy grabbed my ass, and Trace did not like that. Not one bit.” I laughed and looked back at her. “You should’ve seen the guy challenging Gramps! I almost wanted him to give it a shot.”
“I’ll bet.” Harper smiled. “Is something different with you and Trace now?” She gave me a serious look, reminding me of her low opinion about SEALs and the military in general.
“We’ll talk later,” I promised her as a crowd walked through the door to get some beers.
They wanted a lot more as all the guys did, but I didn’t feel like being sarcastic or bitchy about it anymore. I knew that my willpower was gone, but only for one man. I just went about my business, and even Gramps gave me an odd look when he passed by the bar.
“Are you feeling okay, Em? You’re being too calm today.” He paused and looked at Harper. “Did she tell you anything?”
“No, Sir. Maybe she’s just tired of wasting her energy.” Harper winked and laughed as I shook my head. “Maybe she has someone special in mind.” Her voice was low as he walked away, one eyebrow raised at me as I pressed my lips together.
She had no idea.
11
Trace
I woke up late the next morning to glance at the clock and see that it was ten. It was unusual for me to sleep this late, but I’d been up late with Embry before taking her home. I wanted to make sure that she got home safely so I went the extra mile and followed her home from the bar.
I think she appreciated it, but I sensed that it surprised her, as did the long kiss I gave her at her door. It was full of promise, and I saw the way she blinked at me before walking to her door.
I heard the television downstairs and smiled at the thought of Ben’s game later today. I missed seeing him play, and I pushed myself up to shower before getting some coffee. I planned to go see his game and then take Ben to dinner for some one-on-one time. I kind of blew that last night with Embry being over for dinner, but they got along well. Ben didn’t seem to mind.
Once I was in some clean sweats and a shirt, I walked down to see him on the couch, sending a message on his phone.
“Morning,” I greeted him.
Ben looked over at me, his smile so much like mine. “Hey, Dad.”
I poured a cup of coffee and sat down on the chair near Ben, glancing at the television to see an old movie on.
“Are you ready to kick some ass today?” I asked Ben.
He smirked at me. I knew my kid was talented. He was one of the fastest players out there and could shoot baskets from practically anywhere on the court. I’d seen him play in person when I could. When I couldn’t, his grandmother kept me current with videos of all his games. He was improving all the time.
“I can’t wait to watch you again,” I said. “Want to grab a bite to eat afterward?”
“Sounds good,” Ben agreed.
I smiled and let my thoughts drift to Embry. She was so damn sexy last night, taking that thick vibrator in her tight pussy. I knew that she was ready for me, and I fought the tingling in my groin as I tried to calm my racing fantasies. I sipped my coffee and took a slow breath.
“Embry isn’t going to be there?” he asked.
I looked at him, shaking my head carefully. “She’s at work.”
“She’s nice and everything but, like, she’s young. She’s ten years older than I am, Dad. Isn’t that kind of creepy?”
I saw the worry flashing through his eyes and leaned back as I prepared myself for this. Ben never met any women I’d been with since his mom left, and while it wasn’t planned yesterday, it just happened. I couldn’t change anything about that.
“I’m not that old, buddy. Look, I know that she’s young, but Embry is mature, much more so than most women her age. She’s what your grandma would call an old soul in a young body.”
Ben wrinkled his nose. “Are you going to let her meet Grandma, too?” Ben asked, his eyes wide.
I laughed. I hadn’t considered it yet, but I knew that Embry was mine forever. I just needed to inform her of the fact.
“Probably so. Right now, I just have this weekend with you, Grandma, and Embry, and I am making the best of it. I know that I like her a lot, and I always have. I just didn’t know it until recently, but she’s for real. She’s the one, Ben. Are you cool with that?”
His eyes seemed serious as he gazed at me, taking in my words. “I guess.”
I knew that he was worried about Embry cutting into the already limited time that we had together, but I’d make it work. I loved Ben, and he came first, but I was ready to start a new life for myself. I was ready for a family, and the idea of Embry carrying my child sent a thrill through me.
“I still think it’s a little strange,” he said.
“I’m just going to see what happens, Ben. Don’t worry about it.”
We made a quick, late breakfast and headed to the game, where I focused on Ben. He was amazing, and I was up cheering for him several times with Mom beside me. Ben invited her to dinner with us, choosing to blurt out that I had a girlfriend as we sat down at the steakhouse. I’d intended on spending time with Ben alone, but if he wanted Mom there, then I was cool with it.
I saw the look in her eyes and explained the situation as quickly as possible. I saw the smile i
n her eyes. She dropped it for the moment, but I knew there would be a private discussion later. Once Ben and I were home and I knew that he was headed to a friend’s house, I sent Embry a text telling her to come over and to pack a small bag.
I got a ‘Yes’ in response, and I grinned as I set my phone down on the counter. This was going to be our night.
12
Embry
I drove over to Trace’s house and parked in the driveway as another car pulled up. A kid Ben’s age went to the door, looking over at me with interest as he rang the doorbell. I laughed, remembering how boys were at that age. I hung back to let them do their thing. Ben came to the door, calling goodbye to his dad as he left the house with his friend. Ben saw me and his friend nudged him, asking him something in a low voice.
“Night, Embry,” he called out before ducking into the silver SUV in the driveway. Then he was gone.
Well, all right then.
I rang the doorbell and heard footsteps before Trace opened the front door.
“Hi, Embry,” he greeted me, pulling me inside before he kicked the door closed.
His lips claimed mine in a hungry kiss. I slipped my arms around his neck and met his tongue with mine, feeling the desire hit me like a freight train. After last night, it was safe to assume that Trace and I weren’t going to wait too much longer, and my heart jumped in my throat.
“We have the house to ourselves tonight,” Trace whispered as he locked the door and dropped my backpack to the ground.
“Ben doesn’t want to be here with you?” I asked.
He chuckled into another long kiss. “He’s twelve. He wants to hang out with his friends, but we’ve spent some time together.” Trace reached down to take my hand. “Come upstairs with me.”
Trace stared at me as I turned to face him, his face hungry and eyes dark.
