Just Like a Hero

by Patricia Pellicane

  Propped on his elbows, he framed her face with his hands and pushed her hair back from her face. “I can’t believe I’m kissing you, really kissing you. I’ve been dreaming about this forever.”

  “You haven’t known me forever.”

  He made a soft sound of amusement. “Since the first day I saw you then.”

  He kissed her. She couldn’t get enough and moaned with pleasure as their mouths opened wider.

  He pulled quickly away and sucked in a lungful of air.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped breathlessly. “This is so…so…”

  “I know.”

  Breathing heavily, he pulled away her panties and leaned back, kneeling between her legs, obviously eager to enjoy watching and touching her again. “I love the way you look.” His hands slid gently up her thighs, ever closer to her heat. And the closer he came the harder it grew for her to draw a breath. She moaned a long delicious sound of aching pleasure and groaned in something like relief the moment his fingers finally reached her.

  She shivered with want and wondered if anything had ever been this good. Her hips rose from the couch, urging him on, silently, eagerly telling him her wants. He played with her clit, moved away, only to return to torment again. It dragged over her down her to circle her opening of dark, moist heat. His touch was feather soft, and she found it impossible to control her trembling.

  “Like this,” he asked.

  She couldn’t respond except for a soft, “Oh God, please.” There was no way to form a rational thought. Not when his hands touched her like this, not when her body only hungered for more, craved everything he could give her. Her hips rose higher, and he buried his face where his fingers had been. He held her hips in place as he sucked at her juices. She jerked forward and cried out. The heat of his mouth was a shock she hadn’t expected.

  The phone rang. It stopped, only to ring again. Slowly, the incessant ringing pulled both of them from the fog of desire. He frowned and reached behind him.

  “What the hell?” He clicked on the phone’s speaker. “Hello?”

  “Are you all right, dear?”

  Jim allowed the softest moan as he sat and dropped his head into his hands.

  “I am, Mrs. Morgan. What’s the problem?”

  “I thought I heard someone banging on your door.”

  “Thanks for watching out for me, Mrs. Morgan, but no one is banging on my door.”

  Lexie snorted a nearly silent laugh. “Banging perhaps, but not on a door,” she whispered.

  He shot her a stern look of warning, which only earned him another giggle. He sighed in despair as Mrs. Morgan asked, “Is Lexie there? Tell her UPS delivered another package. I’ll bring it right over.”

  “Wait!” he said none too gently, but it was too late. He was talking into a dead phone.

  “Shit,” he turned to see Lexie grinning at him. “She’s got a package for you. She’s bringing it right over,” he said unnecessarily since the phone was on speaker and she’d heard all of it.

  Lexie jumped from the couch and ran for the bedroom. She called over her shoulder, “Get dressed. She’ll be here before you get off the couch.”

  “Where are my pants?”

  “By your door.”

  Lexie heard his muttered curses as he moved to retrieve his trousers and answer the knocking at his door.

  From the bedroom, Lexie heard the low murmur of voices. Moments later, he sighed as he leaned against the doorframe to his bedroom. “What’s in the package? Mrs. Morgan says you get one a week.”

  “My mother sends a care package. She thinks I can’t afford to live in the city. It’s always the same. Peanut butter, jelly, bread, shampoo, conditioner, tissues and cereal.

  “You don’t live in the city. You live in Brooklyn.”

  She shrugged. “It’s one and the same to her.”

  “Jesus,” he groaned, obviously studying her form under his sheet. “We’re going to have to work something out. If I’m interrupted one more time, it just might damage me for life.”

  Lexie grinned. “What did she say?”

  “She asked where you were?”

  “What did you tell her?”

  “I didn’t. What I said was, ‘It’s like this, Mrs. Morgan. Lexie and I are sort of in the middle of something. Something that might grow really serious. So if you and your friends could leave us to ourselves for a bit, I’d be grateful’.”

  “What you meant was we’re having sex and you want her to stop bothering us. What did she say?”

  “She winked at me and said, ‘Don’t let this one slip away, dear. She’s a keeper’.”

  Lexie smiled. “Oh, they’re so sweet. Didn’t I tell you they were sweet?”

  “Yeah, sweet,” he repeated glumly then smiled as she threw aside the sheet and came naked from his bed.

  “You have to admit, I warned you.”

  He couldn’t take his gaze from her. “I’m never going to doubt you again, and I can’t remember ever seeing someone as beautiful as you.”

  She shot him a look. “You’ve seen me naked before.”

  “Yeah, but not like this. Not all of you at once. Not standing in front of me all soft and round and perfect, while your breasts shiver because you’re taking off my shirt. Damn, this is either a nightmare or a wet dream. I can’t decide which. Here you are naked, in my apartment, warm from my bed and I’m thinking about our neighbors.”

  “Are you? Why?” She parted his shirt and trailed a finger down his chest to his navel then his trousers. She smiled noticing his belt was opened, his zipper only halfway up, his shirt covering it all. She watched his stomach muscles quiver and tighten as she reached inside and smiled at what she found there.

  He didn’t answer her question. “Just so I’m not disappointed again, are you going to worry about what they’re thinking?”

  “What do you mean?” She pushed his shirt down his arms and flipped it behind her. Next his trousers fell again to his feet. Once more she reached into his shorts.

  “Last night, you couldn’t…”

  “Oh, yes,” she said. “I know I complained about them knowing what we’re about tonight, but I think you’re right about me being paranoid. I’m giving them way too much power. I love them, but I have to draw the line. I don’t let my mother have that much control.”

  “Thank God,” he said “That’s a relief.” Then asked, “So, what you mean is you’re ready to sleep with me?”

  Obviously taking her low, soft laughter for agreement, he said, “Thank God.”

  “Probably, you shouldn’t be thanking God for that.”

  His shorts were on the floor. He stepped out of them and with an unexpected motion steered her toward the wall rather than his bed. “Put your arms over your head.”

  She did as he asked. “What are you doing?”

  “Touching you. I need to touch you everywhere and if you’re lying down…” He shook his head. “This is better. Turn away from me.”

  She obeyed with a smile. Arms up, she leaned forward, her forearms against the wall.

  His fingers brushed her arms and down to her shoulders.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m frisking you.”

  She chuckled softly. “Are you looking for something in particular? I promise you I have no weapons.”

  “Oh, you have weapons. I’ve no doubt about that.”

  “Don’t you have to read me my rights?” She gasped as his fingers reached around her, jiggled her breasts and teased her nipples just before they moved down over her smooth belly and slipped into her pussy. They left her trembling as they moved from her warmth and continued down her thighs.

  “You have the right to remain silent,” he said on a grunt, and she couldn’t hold back a soft giggle.

  “Am I under arrest? Is an Assistant District Attorney allowed to arrest people?”

  “I am, but only when it’s a troublemaker named Lexie who looks like you.”

  His hands slip
ped down her body once more then reversed the route taken. She couldn’t stop moaning. He turned her to face him and without warning slipped two fingers into her pussy and finger-fucked her to instant madness. The ecstasy crashed mindlessly upon her, leaving her lost in a state of lust, weak and defenseless, craving more. Her knees had the strength of jam, and she found it necessary to hold onto him or fall to the floor. She sighed in relief as his body pressed hers to the wall again.

  “Are you all right?”

  She nodded. “Good,” she said. Her mouth sought out the taste of his neck, his shoulder. “You might even say excellent.”

  He smiled. “Let’s go to bed.”

  A second later, she moaned at a wave of dizziness as he took her in his arms, walked quickly to his bed then placed her upon it. He climbed over her and with one motion slipped his dick into her warmth. They groaned in unison as he pushed gently but deeply into her heat.

  “I like this,” she said, somewhat dazed. “It’s wonderful.”

  “You’re throbbing around me.” He shuddered. “Damn, that feels outstanding.”

  “Mmm,” she murmured in agreement.

  He pulled away. “Wait. I need to do this.” Barely an instant later, and to her delight, he sank his face into the warmth of her pussy.

  Blindly his hand reached for his nightstand drawer, rummaged a bit and pulled out a condom. He placed it on the bed beside them.

  He licked her from the entrance to her dark tunnel to her clit, sucking at her juices, seemingly unable to get enough of her. “I can’t tell you how this tastes.”

  He grunted at her soft cry of pleasure as he centered all further attention on her clit. “You need to come.” He said it as a fact, not a question, while his tongue set about the task.

  “Yes, oh God, yes,” she gasped in return, her hips rising to meet his mouth. Mere seconds passed and she felt the heavy, deep ache of yearning begin. The soft near pain inside grew hard then harder still. She strained into it, hungry to feel more, to feel it all. It grew to a dull pain that somehow separated itself from the rest if her. It caused her to strain toward the coming pleasure. Need… God, she couldn’t remember ever needing this more.

  “It’s good,” she muttered. “Make it last.”

  “Yes,” he promised. “I’ll make it last, babe.”

  Only he couldn’t. No matter how much she longed to hold on, to stretch out this delicious moment, no matter how he gentled his movements, it couldn’t be stopped. Helpless against her body’s insistence, it roared forward, and she was mindlessly whisked into the fray of coming madness. She strained into the throbbing pleasure, while half-crazed, broken words of yearning escaped her lips, words and sounds she’d never remember.

  A flicker of pain mingled into the bliss as her body tensed and her pussy convulsed. Wantonly, her legs parted farther, and her hips rose still higher. She pulsed, her muscles tightening, easing, only to tighten again.

  “God, I love watching you come,” he said as the involuntary shudders, pushed her cum from her body. He licked and sucked the essence of her into his mouth, his eyes closing as he groaned his obvious delight. “You taste so good.”

  She smiled. Far from finished, she moaned as his cock, thick with want, came to fill her to overflowing. There was no control. Even if she’d wanted it, her body couldn’t stop its pulsing.

  He choked. “God, you’re squeezing my dick; it’s driving me crazy.” His body trembled as he obviously fought to control his need. “I want this so much.”

  “I know,” she managed. She shook her head, watching the hunger in his gaze. “I know.”

  “Are you ready? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “I’m good, Jim. I need this, now.”

  At her words, his body surged forward, far deeper than before, and she gasped at the pleasure.

  “Hurt?”

  “No.” She shook her head and struggled to keep her mind on his question. God, I love the way this feels.”

  There was no way to stop. She wouldn’t have thought herself capable of this depth of desire, not after how he’d controlled her body and brought on a staggering need. None of that mattered now. Now, she couldn’t think but to have more. The force of his thrusts rocked her to her core. The taste of his kisses, the smell of his skin, his hair, the feel of muscles forced determinedly under control…all of it was more than enough to push her beyond any limit. She grunted with each thrust, but groaned her delight as the building tension grew to mammoth proportions, her pleasure almost beyond her ability to cope.

  Wildly, she met every thrust, desperately hungry for each kiss. Her hands, her mouth, her mind insisted she know this man’s body.

  No sooner had the need come upon her than it was forgotten as her body greedily took what it needed. Surging into the bliss, it sucked at him, milking him, holding him closer, tighter into her. Vaguely, she wondered if she could ever let him go. She frowned at the strange thought and instantly dismissed it, lost for a long moment in the euphoria he’d instilled.

  She heard his low groan as her body surged up and shuddered wildly against his. Her muscles involuntarily stroked his cock. For long moments, they watched each other as her body continued to pulse.

  Finally, they rolled together to their sides. His dick was still inside her body. Unwilling as yet to break the connection, her leg slipped over his hip, keeping him close.

  “God,” he muttered, “That was wonderful.”

  She grunted a low sound of agreement. “I need a nap. I’m exhausted.”

  “Go ahead,” he said with a warm smile.

  “Don’t let me sleep too long. I don’t want to stay over. I don’t have clean clothes here.”

  He cuddled her tighter against him and sighed. “Okay. I’ll wake you up in a little while.”

  * * * *

  He did. It was late—or early depending on one’s point of view. In the dark, beneath the warmth of his sheet, his fingers played with her pussy and brought her slowly from an exhausted sleep.

  “I’m tired,” she murmured softly, against his throat.

  “I know, sweetheart. Just let me do this, Lexie. You won’t be sorry.”

  She was wet and able to accept him. A low moan of desire brought her fully awake. “You beast, I needed to sleep,” she said as she snuggled closer, her arms belying her words as they held him tighter against her.

  It was dark, but the smile in his voice was unmistakable. “Just a few minutes, sweetheart.”

  She sighed as her desire awakened and slowly grew, overtaking all reason, all common sense and any need to sleep. She couldn’t resist the depth of desire he brought her as he moved into her with smooth but determinedly hungry strokes.

  His hand moved between their bodies and caressed her clit as he continued his movements. Mere seconds went by and she joined him in this need, eager to feel all he could give her.

  There was no finesse, no teasing of the senses, just hard, deep yearning, and she loved it more than she could say. She throbbed with release and whimpered a deep sense of satisfaction as his body stiffened, jerked and he cried out.

  “Lexie, God, Lexie,” he choked into the warmth of her neck as his body surged forward, emptying itself into her heat.

  Chapter Four

  It was barely light when Lexie stood at his sink, wrapped in a thick towel. Jim was in the shower. Both had slept soundly after their early morning romp. Lexie was tired still and promised herself a long, soothing bath and restoring nap before beginning dinner. She’d just finished blow-drying her hair, when her phone rang.

  She reached into her purse, brought the phone to her ear and said, “Hi, mom.”

  “So I heard about last night. Very nice, Lexie. I have to hear from your neighbors that you spent the night in a strange man’s apartment. I take it you slept there.”

  Lexie thought it was kind of obvious if she’d spent the night in a man’s apartment, she’d probably slept there.

  She didn’t remark upon her mother’s need to state
the obvious, except to say, “Mother, he’s not a strange man. He’s a very nice man, and I’m a grown woman, answerable only to me.” She sighed. “I left home for privacy. If I wanted you to know about my sex life, I’d tell you.”

  “Oh my God, your sex life? My unmarried daughter has a sex life.” Her mother murmured just loud enough for Lexie to hear. “Don’t tell you father.”

  “I wouldn’t tell you except you’re butting into my life. Again. We’re not in the fifties, remember?”

  Lexie heard her take a deep breath. “You don’t have to tell me a thing. Your neighbors do an excellent job of keeping me informed. Are you coming for dinner Sunday? After church?”

  Lexie almost moaned into the phone. The after church remark was her mother’s not so subtle way of telling her, since she was living in sin, she just might need church more than ever. “Next Sunday. I’ll be there.”

  “Will you be bringing your new friend?”

  “He’s not new, mom,” Lexie reasoned. After all, she had known him for more than a month. “And no, I’m not bringing a friend.” Her mother was about to say more on the subject, when Lexie cut her off. “Got to go, mom,” she said with false cheer. “I’ll see you Sunday.”

  She hung up.

  “Oh my God,” she said as she pushed her phone into her purse. “I didn’t even get home yet, and my mother calls to tell me she knows what I did last night. This is beyond ridiculous.”

  “Why aren’t you bringing me next Sunday?” Jim asked as he stepped from the shower, with a towel barely holding to his hips. “What am I supposed to do alone on a Sunday afternoon?”

  She blinked. “Do what you usually do. Take a walk or a nap or do crossword—”

  “I’ve known you for more than a month,” he said, interrupting her. “We’ve finally started sleeping together, and so far, I haven’t gotten one decent home-cooked meal.”

  “Poor baby,” she replied in supposed commiseration. “I brought you a huge dish of spaghetti when you moved in. It’s not my fault you have greedy friends. And we only started sleeping together last night,” she reminded. “Besides, my mother only makes pasta or chicken.”