Law & Beard

by Lani Lynn Vale

He growled something against my lips, and then he was helping me down between his legs.

  The blanket went with me as I crawled, and the fist in my hair stayed as I settled myself and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his underwear.

  I pulled them down and then realized with dismay that I wanted to see what I was doing. Really, really bad.

  “I want to see,” I breathed.

  I felt him move underneath me, and then a light lit up the room.

  I looked at his cock, suddenly right in front of my face, and my heart dropped.

  “What?”

  He read the devastation on my face.

  “I read about how to give a blow job—but I can’t give you one,” I told his dick.

  His cock jumped.

  “Why?”

  I could hear the strain in his voice, and I knew instantly that I was going to give him one whether I knew how to do it or not. The huskiness that had overtaken him was downright sexy.

  He wanted my mouth on his cock.

  “Because you have an uncut dick…” I told him. “I don’t know what to do with an uncut dick.”

  He laughed, and the laugh caused his cock to jump up, tapping my lips.

  We both groaned.

  “It’s the same as cut dicks, honey,” he explained with a humor laced, husky voice. “Just a little bit of extra skin.”

  “What do I do with the extra skin?” I questioned him, touching the tip of his cock that was covered by the extra skin under question.

  “Pull it back.”

  I pushed it with one finger, revealing the head of his cock—his leaking cock—and let it go.

  The skin pushed back up, but it didn’t go as far this time, stuck right around the crest of his cock head and stayed.

  Now his cock head remained in view, and I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch his cock with my tongue. I had to.

  So I did.

  I bent down and licked the little bead of come off the tip of his cock.

  His entire body stiffened, but he didn’t try to grab me. Didn’t try to rush me.

  “Tell me what else is different about your cock,” I ordered.

  Steel started to chuckle, and I watched, fascinated, as his cock moved each time a burst of laughter poured from his beautiful lips.

  That’s when I lost the battle with my curiosity and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.

  He brought my hand up to his cock and wrapped me around him as I did.

  I looked up at him and watched him watching me.

  “Pull it down like this,” he ordered.

  I did as instructed, wrapping my hand timidly around his cock.

  He tightened his hand and made me fist him like I was holding onto him for dear life.

  “I won’t break.”

  No, with the cock he had, I didn’t think he would.

  It was big, thick and beautiful.

  Honestly, I’d seen pictures of uncircumcised cocks on the internet. They looked like aardvarks…or at least the ones I’d looked at had.

  This one that Steel was wielding, though? Yeah, no aardvark for him.

  His was a pipe. The foreskin had acted like a shield for what lay underneath, but once it was revealed, well…the man wasn’t lacking in the cock department.

  The tip of his cock was ruddy and there was a healthy drop of fluid coming out of the crown. The actual shaft was riddled with veins, and he had a very juicy one on the underside of his cock that ran the entire length of his penis. So juicy, in fact, that I found myself licking up and down, loving the way it pulsed against my wet tongue.

  As a paramedic, veins were my porn.

  Steel had some nice ones on his arms. I’d dreamed about giving him an IV. But this one? The one that I was currently running my tongue up and down? Yeah, I was fairly sure that no other would ever displace it from number one.

  It would be forever dubbed ‘the best vein’ in my personal book of vein porn. It would never have its crown taken away.

  Not ever.

  “Suck me into your mouth already.”

  I glanced up, remembering about the eye contact, and then sucked just the tip into my mouth.

  He about came off the bed.

  That’s when I started noticing his body.

  I’d seen his shirt plastered to his chest, and his pants against his thighs, for days now.

  But, seeing him naked and watching me down the length of his body?

  Yeah, his penis vein wasn’t the only thing that was going to be a reoccurring spankbank memory.

  This image? The one where I was looking up the length of his body? Yeah, I’d remember it forever, too.

  The way his chest hair gathered on his muscular, defined pectorals, then funneled down his chest in a sort of triangle shape to puddle in a skinny pool along the length of his abs.

  Abs.

  Plural.

  Steel was in his fifties, that I’d been able to ascertain.

  I didn’t know his exact age, but I knew for a fact that any man would be lucky to have the body that Steel did at his age.

  He was goddamn gorgeous.

  I also knew that he liked to eat healthy.

  After eating with him over the last couple of days, I knew that he got the best thing on the menu, regardless of where we were.

  For instance, the day before yesterday we stopped at a gas station. They had typical gas station food. What they didn’t have, however, was anything healthy but a basket of fruit in the front of the store, and a turkey sandwich on wheat bread in the cooler next to the fruit.

  While I had always gravitated toward foods that were healthy for me due to my marathon training—which I would get back to—it was a rare sight to see a man gravitate toward it, too.

  And looking at him now in all his glory, it showed.

  “Push the skin back and suck me down.”

  I pulled his skin back with my hand while my mouth went farther down his length.

  His abs clenched, and I gagged slightly when his hips lifted involuntarily, causing his cock to hit the back of my throat.

  “Sorry, girl.” He closed his eyes, likely searching for control.

  I looked back down at his cock since he wasn’t looking at me any longer, and moaned when I felt a drop of pre-come touch the taste buds on the tip of my tongue.

  He tasted good.

  A lot better than I was expecting him to.

  I sucked him up and down, then let his dick fall from my mouth as I took a good look at his balls.

  They were big, but I had faith that I could do this.

  Pushing his dick up and sideways, I dropped my mouth farther between his legs and tentatively licked his balls.

  He cursed, and suddenly I had two hands in my hair instead of one.

  I thought at first that he was going to yank me up, but he held still, the only thing changing was the tighter grip in my hair. Hair that was quickly escaping the hap-hazard bun I’d tied it into before falling asleep.

  I could feel some of the wispy pieces of my hair falling against my face, but I didn’t care. Not then. Maybe later, when it was all said and done, I’d care that he was tangling it beyond redemption, but now? Now I was too engrossed with the way his body was a live wire waiting for the next shoe to drop.

  “Fuckkkk.”

  I almost grinned, but I didn’t want to take my mouth away from the ball that I’d lovingly sucked inside of my mouth.

  Reverently, I swirled it around on my tongue, relishing in the way he tensed and shook each time I jacked his cock off and sucked lightly on his ball.

  It was as I was shifting over to the other neglected member of his anatomy when he struck.

  One second, I was on my knees between his legs, and the next I was on my back with Steel’s hulking form towering over me.

  I gasped and spread my legs in surprise.

  He fell more fully between my hips, and then his cock was pres
sed against my pussy.

  My pussy that was more than ready to take whatever he was willing to give.

  His eyes met mine, and I saw resolve there.

  We were doing this.

  He thought I was too young.

  I wasn’t.

  But he thought I was.

  He didn’t want to get involved with me. I had two kids, an ex-husband that all of a sudden wanted something to do with me and my kids now that Steel had started hanging around, and that was the last thing he needed.

  He had an ex-wife who called every couple of days asking for money. He had an ex-girlfriend who was dead set on getting back together with him. And he had a motorcycle club and a job that demanded the rest of his time.

  He didn’t have time for me and my kids.

  Yet, he’d done okay so far.

  He’d let us take a peek into his life, and he’d taken my daughter under his wing.

  We were already there.

  I was already there.

  And now, so was he.

  “Steel…”

  “Call me Big Papa,” he ordered. “Nobody but you calls me Steel.”

  I grinned and shook my head. “Maybe outside of bed. But I’m definitely not calling you that in bed. And, I’ll call you that when I feel like it, and not a second before.”

  “Steel makes me feel old. No one has called me Steel since my parents were alive twenty years ago,” he growled.

  “You’re older, yes.” I ran my hands up his chest, then circled them around to his pectorals. My fingers flicked over both of his nipples, causing him to jerk. “But you’re sexy.”

  He smirked.

  “I’ve been watching you since we moved in,” I admitted. “I was so freakin’ mad at Matt. There was nothing in this world that would make me consider going for another alpha male…then you came around the first time. You were checking your mail. Some kid was driving too fast down the street, and you stepped out in front of him. Then you proceeded to scare the crap out of him. You had on a pair of worn-out jeans that fit your ass perfectly and a tight black t-shirt. But that kid looked at you, scared to death, and hung on your every word. Just like I did, and have done, since.”

  “Winnie…”

  “I’m broken, or at least I thought I was broken. But over the last couple of months, you’ve shown me exactly what a real man is, and Matt was never one. I know that down to the bottom of my heart. You showed me, and then you helped me get over him. You made me realize that what I had with him wasn’t anything compared to what I could have with you.”

  “I’m not good stock, baby,” he said. “My track record is shit…but I can offer you this.”

  His ‘this’ was followed by a grind of his hips.

  His cock split the lips of my sex, and then he was sliding up and down the length of me in slow, shallow strokes.

  I wanted more with him…but I was hesitant.

  I didn’t want to be disappointed again. I didn’t want to find out that he wasn’t what I’d made him out to be.

  But…the way he was with Conleigh? That was everything to me.

  Everything.

  I’ve never once seen Matt act like that with her. He’d been there physically, taken care of some of her basics needs, but he never treated her like a daughter, building a relationship with her and teaching her the ways of the world. He didn’t offer to take her fishing or do anything with her one-on-one, and he never got her anything that she didn’t actually need.

  When she started to slip into one of those moods that all teenage girls got into, Matt would yell at her and tell her to go to her room. Steel talked her through it. Found out what the core of her problem was.

  It was the sexiest thing in the world to watch.

  He actually cared about my kids.

  He didn’t just tolerate them.

  And that, out of anything he could’ve done to win me over, was enough to make me love him forever.

  “I don’t care,” I told him. “I want you. I want this. I don’t care if you can promise me tomorrow. I don’t care if you can’t give me forever. I want you now, and that’s all I wish to think about.”

  “In that case, we’re doing this.”

  I would’ve laughed had he not pulled away from me at the same time as he spoke.

  “Where are you going?” I gasped, missing his heat almost instantaneously.

  “Condom,” he said as he started to push himself off the bed.

  I reached for his wrist and yanked him back.

  If he hadn’t wanted to come, he wouldn’t have.

  But I could tell his control was nearly gone.

  “No condoms,” I ordered. “Just you and me.”

  “Winnie…”

  “I’m on birth control. I’ve been tested, too. Matt…he…well. He cheated, and I had to make sure that he didn’t give me anything. I had to be sure. And since I was there, I had them put an IUD in.”

  I barely got the words out before he was on me.

  That control gone.

  His cock was at my entrance, and then he was pushing inside of me.

  There was no resistance.

  No waiting.

  No nothing.

  All of a sudden, I was just filled. His big body was up against mine, and his chest hair was tickling my nipples as he planted himself to the root and stilled.

  My eyes were too busy rolling back in my head to notice the look of pure desire and possession on his face. Because, if I had, I would’ve known that he was just as deep in this as I was.

  I would’ve known that he was feeling more than he was saying.

  But I didn’t have any control over my eyes—or the rest of my body—when his cock was inside of me.

  His huge, thick, filling-me-to-the-brim dick.

  I didn’t think I’d ever be the same.

  “Oh God,” I breathed. “You’re so big.”

  “You’re just small.”

  “No,” I shook my head. “You’re big. I’ve had two kids. They sewed me up tighter than tight…but I had you in my mouth. I had your dick against my face. You’re big. Trust me on this.”

  He started to laugh.

  I would have, too, but then he pulled out and then thrust back in.

  My breasts bounced under my shirt, drawing his eyes.

  “Take the shirt off.”

  I did, taking the shirt off and throwing it down onto the bed.

  It landed next to my face, half of it touching my neck.

  I didn’t take the time to remove it, though, because all of a sudden, he was fucking me so hard that I couldn’t breathe.

  He was hitting my cervix with each thrust of his cock inside of me, and I couldn’t quite make my brain work.

  It was as if the pleasure he was pulling from me was short-circuiting my brain.

  Then his mouth was headed downward, and my nipple was pulled between those perfect lips. His beard tickled my chest, and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I came. And came. And came.

  Implosion.

  There were no other words for what happened to me.

  His grunt had me gasping for air, and all of a sudden, I felt him coming inside of me.

  Bursts of his release filled me up, making me a hundred times slicker than I’d been before, and easing the way for his thrusts.

  Then I was holding his heat in my arms.

  I couldn’t breathe with his entire upper body plastered to mine, but I didn’t care.

  Not one single bit.

  Because Steel fucking Cross was in my arms, and I was as happy as I could fucking be.

  ***

  The next morning, we both woke up at once, but it was me that reached forward for my phone.

  I had it in my hand and placed to my ear moments later, thinking the only person that called this early was Conleigh.

  Which made me worried almost from the start of the conversation.

  “Hello?”


  Silence.

  “Hello?” I repeated.

  “Who is this?”

  I pulled the phone away from my face and stared at the screen.

  Lizzibeth.

  I didn’t have a Lizzibeth in my contacts…

  “Shit, sorry,” I said, putting the phone down on Steel’s chest. “That’s your phone, not mine.”

  He started to chuckle. The sound was deep and husky.

  “Not a problem,” came his just as deep and husky reply.

  It was at that instant that everything we’d done the night before came back to me. Everything.

  And I wanted it.

  Again.

  My hand slowly slid down his chest as he picked the phone up to his ear.

  “Yeah?”

  I shivered and hoped that he’d never direct that particular tone towards me. Ever.

  Chapter 11

  Some men dream of being a hero. Others relive it in their nightmares.

  -Steel’s secret thoughts

  Steel

  “Yeah?” I answered.

  I didn’t have to look at the screen to know who it was. Lizzibeth didn’t miss a chance to call and rail me in the morning.

  “Who was that?”

  I looked down at the head that was resting on my chest and grinned.

  “That was Winnie. What do you want?”

  “Winnie?” she sneered. “Just who the hell is Winnie?”

  I didn’t know what exactly Winnie was to me, so I chose not to answer.

  “Is there a reason you’re calling me?”

  “You…you…you’re already seeing someone else?”

  That was about the time that Winnie started to run her hand in circles along the hair on my chest. Her fingers started to graze my nipples with each pass, and, surprisingly, she was making me hard just by that touch alone.

  My nipples weren’t sensitive…at least I hadn’t thought they were.

  Now…with her. Apparently, they were.

  “Lizzibeth, we’ve been over for almost a year. And, to be honest, it was a moment of stupidity on my part for marrying you in the first place. I never loved you…I just loved the idea of you.”

  That’s when Winnie started to silently laugh into my chest, her face against the left side of my chest, her mouth inches away from my nipple.

  I could feel her hot breath brushing against it, and my cock stiffened even further.