by HotShots
That’s when it struck him. She was too good to have a first experience like this. He wanted to teach her, but he didn’t want her schooled for submission without at least some sort of first experience.
Fuck. He backed away from the bed and loosened the ties binding her arms to the bedposts.
So much for the hard-ass gone wild and the fantasies about punishing her until she earned her rewards. Annie Boyd had already earned her rewards, a lifetime of them. And all he wanted to do was lay her down and show her how much he appreciated her gift. She’d saved herself for him.
Chapter Six
The removal of the nipple clamps hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. She bit back the need to tell him off, but forgave him instantly when he devoured her breasts, stroking her sore nipples with a reverent tongue until she was arching in his arms, wanting more yet feeling like she’d somehow disappointed him.
He slid down her body like a prowler on the hunt, nuzzling her skin as he kissed her chest, belly, curve of her waist, and finally her bare mound. He sniffed her pussy like he was scenting her arousal, reveling in it.
Once he was between her legs, he used his elbows to push her thighs apart. And that’s when the sweetest form of some mighty fine loving began.
Mic lapped at her pussy lips, drawing one between his lips and sucking before doing the same to the other. He kept his gaze pinned to hers as he slipped his tongue between her folds and rapidly lapped at her, turning his head right to left and left to right as his tongue sank deeper and his face moved closer to her mound.
Shards of pleasure raced through her body as he ate her out, a phrase she was somewhat familiar with thanks to the movies, but the movies she’d watched had never been enough to give this act the recognition it deserved.
She clutched the blanket, balling her hands in the comforter as Mic made pleasure into an art to savor, a luxury to behold. Goodness gracious, if she’d known what she’d been missing…A powerful surge of pleasure washed over her before she could finish her thought. Her pussy turned into a liquid inferno, dripping with desire, clenching around his tongue.
She shot straight up, rising to a seated position as pleasure like she’d never known grabbed hold of her and shook through her with an explosive and magnificent end. Her breaths came in spurts. Her legs trembled. Her toes curled. Her pussy vibrated continually until she wasn’t just crying out or whimpering, but she was chanting, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
This was rapture. Pure and exquisite spellbinding rapture!
“Are you good?” Mic lifted his head a minute or so after she settled down. Evidence of her orgasm glistened on his damp chin.
She blinked. Good? Was he serious? “I’m good.” She didn’t know what she was supposed to say exactly. All the movies she’d watched typically went to the next act after a good fuck scene.
He licked his lips and dragged his thumb around the shape. “This night is about you. I want to make sure you’re good before we go any further.”
She nodded and he stretched out over her, bracing himself on his elbows. The thickness in his jeans was more noticeable than before. She reached between their bodies and grabbed hold of the shape, willing him to strip. She longed to see him, feel and stroke him.
“Not yet,” he whispered, rolling to his side. He steadied her wandering fingers and kissed her firmly on the mouth.
She pulled away at first, thinking it was so unnatural to kiss him after he’d gone down on her, but he held her firmly by the chin. “No, Annie. Kiss me. See how good you taste.”
That wicked tongue of his toured her mouth and this time when they kissed, it was hotter and more sensual than before. He made love to her mouth, nipping at her lips in between deepened kisses. Thrust after thrust, he screwed his tongue between her lips and moaned as if he were getting off on the kiss alone.
Soon she was clawing at his jeans, trying desperately to free him. He rubbed his denim-clad cock against her thigh as he became more aroused, harder and thicker. She wedged her fingers between his erection and her leg. He pushed the weight of his cock against her hand, making her crazy, driving her mad.
Annie yanked his zipper down, slightly concerned she might have ruined the blasted thing given the ripping sound. While he shucked his jeans, she sat on her heels, admiring the whole male anatomy, the engorged wedge of flesh practically purple at the tip due to the unnecessary strain.
And it was unnecessary, she thought, watching as he rolled a condom over his cock. Once he fucked her, maybe he’d realize there were some things worth waiting for and other things a smarter man and woman simply wouldn’t postpone. The end results were far too gratifying.
Chapter Seven
How and why came to mind as soon as her hot cunt wrapped around his length and fit him like a brand new glove. How had he managed to keep himself away from her? Why had he waited so long to claim her?
Her eyes watered. “Give me a minute?”
“Take all the time you need, baby. We’re not on a schedule here,” he whispered, bathing her breasts with his kisses, lapping at her nipple as he cupped the fullness.
He then massaged the fullness of her breasts and kissed her lips, stroking them with his tongue, seeking entry and indulging in a sweet kiss. Her pussy muscles relaxed and the wetness became more obvious.
He thrust inside her with one full stroke, waiting for her to become accustomed to him, longing for her in a way he wasn’t sure he could call normal. He wanted to fill her with his semen, without protection, without any barriers. He wanted her to one day mother his children, so why put up barriers when they were pointless?
His thoughts were crazy, obsessive even, but he’d known from the moment he’d fallen in love with her that it would be like this. He had known he’d be one possessive fuck if he ever held her in his arms and claimed her for his own.
Once more, he slowly inched his cock inside her tight walls, loving the way she squeezed him, the way her pussy milked his cock with natural vibrations. She was becoming used to him, stretching for him.
“I’m good,” she whispered, her legs parting a little more.
“How good are you?” he asked, loving her precious smile, her tender touch.
She placed her hands on his chest and forced him to roll onto his back. Once he was stretched out next to her, she wasted no time in topping him, but given the way she winced when she mounted him, he was pretty certain she hadn’t realized being on top would cause him to go deeper and fill her completely.
She flattened her hands on his belly and worked her hips right to left, throwing her head back at various points and riding him in a slow and leisurely gait. “More, Mic. Show me, more.”
“I’m not sure how much more I’ve got, sweetheart,” he said, his balls feeling the pressure as she rode atop him, sliding up and down on his shaft.
Her brow furrowed as he dragged her forward and took an upright seated position. He locked her legs around his waist. He never released her, never pulled out. Instead, he flattened his feet on the bed and pushed up, driving his cock high inside her until he was certain he’d tapped her more sensitive spot.
She cried out in pleasure, moaning as he fucked her. He bit down on his lip, fighting for a smidgen of control, needing just a little more time, a few more seconds.
“Ah God!” he screamed out as his release shot through his slit and filled the condom he wore. His prick twitched inside her as he pushed higher, thrust deeper.
She jerked again too. Her mouth fell open in silent pleasure and she wrapped her arms over his head and held him to her chest, her pussy squeezing and releasing as she drained him of every last drop of his release.
Then the little vixen whispered at his ear, “That was better than good, Mic.”
“You’re right,” he said, stroking her hair. “Making love to you is way better than anything I ever expected.”
****
The next morning, Mic crept downstairs, thinking he might make it home before Danny
came in from a night out. He’d paid Kevin to keep Danny out all night and Danny’s buddy hadn’t let him down.
Then again, Kevin was a friend of Mic’s, too. They’d enlisted in the Navy at the same time and even went through boot camp in Chicago together.
As he unlocked the door, he heard at his back, “Keep a man up all night and you don’t even have the decency to put on the coffee.”
Mic blew out a hard breath and turned to acknowledge Danny trotting down the stairs with a smile on his face. So much for Kevin helping out a friend in need.
“Oh my God, Danny!” Annie appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down on them like she was scared to death punches would be thrown after a series of threats were exchanged. As she hurried down the stairs, she tied the sash on her robe. “I can explain.”
Danny rolled his eyes as he passed Mic. “Little sister, this is one time that I don’t need an explanation. Trust me.”
Her cute little mouth fell open but she didn’t say a word. Mic sniffed, trying deliberately to ward off a smile.
“So I take it you’re planning to marry her?” Danny stopped midway down the hall and arched a brow.
A year-old conversation rolled to the fore. Danny had bumped into Mic at a club and had made a snide remark. In his typical drunken stupor, Danny had said, “If you fuck my sister, you’d better be hell bent on marrying her. She won’t be another plaything for you to exploit in the club scene.”
“Well?” Danny’s face turned red. He was serious then and he was serious now.
“Danny, for God’s sake, leave Mic—”
“I have every intention of marrying her,” Mic said, smiling up at the most beautiful woman in the world. “In fact, after last night, I’m pretty sure we’ve already enjoyed the first night of our honeymoon.”
“Mic!”
“He ain’t tellin’ me anything I don’t already know, Annie.” Danny turned toward the kitchen again. “But I’d like to recommend a nice hotel nearby. One night of hearing, ‘Oh Mic!’ was enough to haunt me the rest of my life.”
Mic stalked the woman he loved, the woman he’d always adored. Once he reached her, he gathered her in his arms and whispered at her ear, “For as long as I live, I’ll never tire of hearing my name on your lips or watching your face when you scream it.”
“Mic, shh!”
“What do you say we take your brother’s advice and get out of here for a few days?”
“I’d say twenty years was long enough to wait on you to offer.”
“After last night, I couldn’t agree more.”
Pulling Rank
Tavish Lee
“Only two more days until Tyler gets here. I can hardly wait! I’ve been buying all his favorite foods so he can eat like a king while he’s here. I’m sure that military food is terrible. He’s probably going to come back skin and bones.”
“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to have some home-cooked meals,” I said, smiling at my middle-aged neighbor, Millie. For the past three weeks, I’d been nodding and murmuring indulgently whenever she would hang over the fence in our condo complex and tell me that her son, Tyler, was due home soon on an extended leave from the Marines. Normally, visualizing a beefy guy in dress blues would have gotten my juices flowing. In this case, however, I remembered the gangly, underdeveloped 18-year-old Tyler had been when he’d enlisted two summers earlier. I was a little surprised that he’d made it through boot camp. No doubt the higher-ups had taken one look at his pasty skin and limp blond hair and sent him straight to the computer center to write codes with the other geeks. Either that, they’d put him on permanent latrine duty.
I’d been 25 then, just out on my own and close enough to his age that we could have been friends. A few times he’d looked like he’d wanted to strike up a conversation with me, but I was too impressed with my own buff body to give a twerp like Tyler the time of day. Age had mellowed me since, and I was a little ashamed of the way I’d brushed him off. After all this time, though, I doubted he’d even remember my name.
“I can’t wait to see him,” Millie rambled on. “He says he’s changed a lot and I might not even recognize him. That made me laugh! Like I wouldn’t recognize my boy anywhere! I don’t care what they’ve done to him. They could never fool a mother!”
“I’m sure we’ll all know who he is the minute he shows up,” I said, smirking at my own somewhat unkind joke. Still, I was glad she’d have his company for a while. No matter what he said, I doubted he was much different than when he’d left, except that they’d probably shaved those wispy baby curls off his scalp.
After Millie went back inside that afternoon, I put both her and Tyler out of my mind and carried on with business as usual. Luckily, my job as a salesman allowed me to work from home when I wanted to, so I took advantage of the mild June weather by sitting out at the complex pool with my cell phone and tablet at my side. I’d work a little, sip a wine cooler, and sunbathe until I felt up to doing anything productive again. I didn’t accomplish a lot, but I was definitely enjoying myself.
As it happened, I was lounging next to the pool the day a shiny black rental car pulled into the driveway. I guess I don’t even need to describe the thrill I felt when the humpiest guy I’d ever seen slid out from behind the wheel. His uniform could barely contain his broad shoulders, and his legs and arms rippled with muscle under the crisply pressed fabric. At first, I figured Tyler must have brought a hunky buddy home with him. Then he looked over the fence at me, and those familiar blue eyes sparkled beneath the brim of his cap.
“Hey, Nick,” he called, giving me a mock salute. “Good to see you.”
For a few moments, I was too stunned even to answer. It was a struggle just to keep my tongue from rolling out of my mouth. Finally I managed to give him a lame wave and say something stupid about the hot weather. Tyler swept off his hat and ran a hand over his scalp. His closely-clipped hair was already moist with sweat. Even those spiky blond strands seemed to have grown muscles. I was nothing less than speechless.
“Uh…hey, Tyler,” I finally managed to stutter. “It’s really good to see you. Your…uh…your mom’s been telling everyone you were on your way home.”
My eyes must have traveled fairly obviously over his uniform then, because he looked down at himself and laughed.
“I think you’ve got the right idea,” he said, grinning. “I feel like I’m in a freakin’ sauna. Maybe I’ll join you out there after I’ve seen my mother. A swim would just about hit the spot right now.”
Needless to say, those few words of encouragement would have kept me glued to the chaise longue all day, but luckily I didn’t have to wait that long. After only a half an hour or so, Tyler soon emerged from Millie’s condo wearing only a tight, thong-style swimsuit. His bare thighs looked like they’d been carved from smooth white marble, and the scrap of black nylon between them looked like it had been stuffed with ripe grapefruits. His nipples gleamed like bronze shell casings in his scallop-shaped pecs. Hastily, I pulled my towel over my crotch to conceal the aching boner I’d sprung in my own trunks.
He plunged into the water, swam a few effortless laps, then hoisted himself out with the grace of an Olympic gymnast and flung himself into the lounge chair next to mine. He looked even better wet, if that were possible. I work out regularly, but I still felt like a limp cocktail wienie compared to the massive, throbbing hard-on his whole body had become.
I shifted under my towel. In spite of my efforts, or perhaps because of them, a terrycloth pup tent rose steadily between Tyler and me.
“I...I can’t get over how you’ve changed, Tyler,” I stammered.
He shrugged, then skimmed his eyes up and down my body. My groin tensed when I saw his gaze settle on my pulsating middle. “Yeah, everyone’s been saying that. It’s kind of funny, really. Under all these new muscles, I’m still the same guy I’ve always been. They just didn’t notice before.”
His eyes met mine and darkened sudd
enly, and realization washed over me like a flash flood. All those times he’d hung around the yard, meeting my eyes and then nervously turning away, came back to haunt me.
“I’m ashamed to say I didn’t notice, either, Tyler. But I was younger then, and I admit I was kind of an asshole. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay,” Tyler said with a laugh. He seemed genuinely at ease now. The military had given him confidence, that was for sure. “I’m a different person now in a lot of ways. Heck, if I’d been in your shoes back then I wouldn’t have given me the time of day either.”
“Maybe we can kind of start over,” I suggested.
“I’d like that.” Tyler offered me a fist to bump. I rapped my knuckles against his and felt an electric current shoot through my body. I wondered if he felt it, too. “Well, I guess I should go in and hang around with my mom for a while. I’m lucky she let me out of her sight for even a few minutes.”
“If you want to swim again tomorrow, I’ll be here,” I said, feeling an ache in my crotch when he got up and walked away. I watched his tight ass until he disappeared behind the fence.
“I guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens,” he said as he went through the gate. My stomach did a little flip when he paused and winked at me. It was going to be a long wait until tomorrow.
****
The next day proved even warmer, so I pulled on my bathing suit and headed out as soon as I could. This time, I didn’t bother with the cell phone and tablet.
I could hardly believe my good fortune when Tyler followed me out a few minutes later. He had the tiny black bathing suit on again.
“Hey, Nick,” he said when he dropped into the lawn chair beside me with a serious look on his face. At first I thought maybe he’d had some kind of argument with Millie and was going to unload on me about his mother issues. To my surprise, he launched into an entirely different kind of speech altogether.
