Lieutenant Commander Stud

by Chance Carter

  At some point, I must have handed the key to Mona, and when we arrived outside the room, she unlocked the door. I stayed behind her, and my eyes drifted down at her ass in that dress as it swayed back and forth in front of me.

  God, she was sexy.

  The room was built for sex. The bed was enormous, and I could see the corner of a hot tub through the open door of the bathroom. The lights, when she flicked them on, were dimmed, and the room had a regal but insular feel with its deep, red walls and dark, wooden trim.

  I placed the bag down at the side of the bed, and she continued walking through the room toward the enormous picture window that looked out over London’s impressive buildings below. She peered out, cupping her hands around her face to block out the light, and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

  “It’s gorgeous,” she said and shot a look at me over her shoulder.

  “So are you,” I replied before I could stop myself, and her eyes widened and she opened her mouth in surprise.

  But she didn’t scold me or ask me to leave. Instead, she slowly stepped out of her shoes and started toward me, moving across the room, closing the space between us, her hips swaying seductively as she walked.

  Her bare feet padded on the carpet and my eyes traveled from the tip of her bright red toenails all the way up to the hem of her skirt. Was she wearing panties?

  I swallowed heavily, my head spinning. I couldn’t do this. I wanted to. I needed to. But I couldn’t…

  Before I knew it, she was standing in front of me, and there was no doubt in my mind about what her eyes were telling me. I reached down and tucked a strand of her silky hair behind her ear, and she let out the smallest sigh, closing her eyes. I cupped her face in my hands, and she tilted her head down to press her face closer into my touch. My heart was pounding.

  Suddenly, all the logic that had been keeping me from kissing her vanished. None of the excuses made sense anymore. None of the reasoning was solid. I just wanted her, and she wanted me, and I refused to deprive myself any longer.

  I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, and all at once, it was like a dam had burst inside me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I leaned down to scoop her up, lifting her off the floor and kissing her hard and deliberately. Our tongues were quick and hungry as I carried her quickly toward the bed. I placed her carefully on the mattress below us and climbed on top of her.

  She was delicious, her soft lips a mixture of red wine and sweet, lip balm, and her scent was intoxicating as her hands ran up and down my back almost frantically.

  I tore off my jacket and tossed it aside. We had waited long enough for this, and even the time spent getting undressed felt like a waste of our precious time.

  “Turn over,” I groaned into her ear, and she did as she was told, flipping over beneath me.

  I caught the zip of her dress and pulled it down before sliding the sleeves off her arms. She wriggled loose, and I tossed it aside. She lay there now, in nothing but a pair of black, lacy panties, looking up at me with her eyes bright with anticipation and her mouth slightly parted, as though there was something she needed to say but couldn’t verbalize. I leaned down to kiss her neck, her soft skin pressed against mine.

  “Fuck,” she gasped as I moved down her throat, toward her perfect breasts.

  I cupped them in my greedy hands, and I had to fight the urge not to squeeze them too tight. I wanted to consume her, to claim her, to secure this deal that I had waited so long to land. But I knew I had to take my time. I didn’t know if we’d ever get the chance again, and I wasn’t going to rush a moment of it.

  I lowered my head to one of her nipples and drew it mercilessly into my mouth, baring my teeth and letting them graze against her sensitive flesh.

  She grabbed my head, raking her fingers through my hair, her hips lifting off the bed slightly and grinding with desire. I moved down, kissing her stomach, her hips, that sensitive spot between her belly button and the top of her panties, and looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, her lips pressed together as though trying to hold back a cry of pleasure.

  I was between her legs all at once, and I planted a gentle kiss on the outside of her panties, inhaling deeply. God, she smelled incredible. I couldn’t wait to taste her.

  She let out a helpless moan and opened her eyes, finally making eye contact, and there was a darkness to her gaze I hadn’t seen before, not in her or in anyone else.

  I hooked my fingers around the lace fabric and pulled her panties down in one swift motion, shifting myself so she could kick them off. She parted her legs , allowing me a clear view of her pussy, and I had to close my eyes to steady myself from the sight of her, all spread out for me like that.

  She had a small triangle of pubic hair above her pussy, like an arrow pointing down, and I leaned forward to kiss it lightly. She moaned and lifted her hips off the bed, pressing herself into my face, reminding me just how badly she wanted this.

  I tucked my hands beneath her ass, pulled her up toward me, and pressed my mouth against her pussy. She tasted incredible – sweet and musky beneath my tongue. I started at her clit, kissing lightly, teasing out her sensitive nub until I could feel it beneath my tongue.

  She wriggled back and forth, as though my touch was too much for her, and I eased up a little, sealing my lips around her and sucking just a little.

  Shifting my hand, I slipped a finger inside her, her pussy clenching tightly as I slowly pushed it in and out of her in a corkscrew motion. She was soaked, and I lifted my eyes to see her mouth opening and closing in unspoken pleasure as she squirmed on the bed above me.

  I felt a surge of desire. I had to have her. I couldn’t wait any longer. I climbed back on top of her and kissed her again, the taste of her mouth and her pussy making my cock even stiffer.

  She slid her hand between my legs and gripped me through my pants, and I bit her lip lightly to let her know just how crazy this was making me.

  “I want to fuck you,” I growled into her ear, my voice dropping lower than before. “I need to fuck you.”

  She kissed me hard, pushing her tongue aggressively into my mouth. I could feel her heart pounding against mine, and wondered how in the hell we’d managed to hold out for so long.

  “Fuck me,” she breathed into my ear, desperately. “Please. I want you.”

  I tucked my hand into the pocket of my pants and pulled out a condom before I sat myself up on top of her and quickly stripped myself down.

  Her eyes traveled down my body hungrily as I took off my clothes, tossing aside my shirt and kicking off my pants until there was nothing between us at all. I leaned down to kiss her as I sheathed myself, unable to resist the taste of her.

  “I’ve wanted this from the first time I saw you,” I whispered as I leaned back, grabbed her leg, and draped her ankle over my shoulder.

  She ran her hands across her body, and let out a moan as I positioned myself at her slit. I admired her for a moment more, how beautiful she looked underneath me, the way her hair splayed out on the pillow like a sunset in negative, and then, finally, I pushed myself deep inside her.

  She gasped and let out a groan. I couldn’t make any noise at all, every bit of my energy focused on how her pussy felt around my cock. God, did it feel good. She was so soft and wet and warm. I gripped the leg that was on my shoulder with one hand, the headboard with the other, and slowly began to fuck her.

  We continued in that position for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling even close to as good as this did. Every thrust inside her seemed to go a little deeper than before, and I was obsessed with the expressions on her face as I moved in and out of her. The way her teeth grazed her lip, the way she twisted her head back and forth on the pillow, and the way her hands strayed down to her breasts to play with her nipples every once in a while.

  She was a vision, – responsive, sultry, playful, and sexy, all wrapped up in this one, perfect package. I could have watched her all day, wa
tched the way she reacted when I went deep and slow and when I went hard and fast. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, and I knew she couldn’t be far away from cumming.

  “Touch yourself,” I murmured, and without hesitation, she slipped a hand between her legs and found her clit.

  I looked down, and the sight of my cock buried to the hilt in her pussy just inches away from where she was playing with her clit was almost enough to push me over the edge. I took a deep breath and slowed, matching the pace of my thrusts to that of her fingers.

  Her breath became short, sharp gasps, each one laced with a moan. I leaned down to kiss her, and she grabbed my head with her other hand, pulling my hair, feeling me, touching me, tasting me.

  When she came, I felt it. I felt it with every fiber of my being. It ricocheted through me, her pussy clenching tight around my cock and her body shivering and shaking as it finally gave out beneath me.

  I held myself inside her, letting her pussy massage my erection, and moments later, my own climax rocked through my body. I was filled with waves of sheer pleasure, and we continued kissing, even as our breaths returned to normal and our orgasms subsided.

  Reluctantly, and after a long while, I pulled myself from her and disposed of the condom. I lay back down in bed next to her, and she propped herself up on one elbow and looked into my eyes. She was still totally naked and in no hurry to cover up her body like so many of the women I’d been with before. Was there anything this girl did that wasn’t totally hot?

  “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she admitted, softly, her eyes searching my face for a reaction.

  “Me too,” I replied, leaning forward to brush my lips against her temple.

  “What now?” she asked, eyes wide, as though she was worried I might climb out of bed and walk out of there, now that we had hooked up.

  “We sleep,” I answered, pulling her against my chest.

  Truthfully, I didn’t know where to go from here, but it felt so good lying next to her that I wanted to stay as long as possible.

  Chapter 19

  Mona

  Talk about getting swept off my feet. I remembered thinking that as Oliver spoke to the woman behind the counter of the coffee shop we’d stopped in to.

  This was no ordinary coffee shop. It was beautiful, set on the ground floor of an old-school shopping mall. It delivered creamy, rich coffee I could have sipped all day, especially if that had meant I got to spend time with Oliver.

  We only had a few hours left in London, but the last couple of days had been beyond incredible. After we’d hooked up in the honeymoon suite of the hotel, any time he wasn’t working on the Masterson deal was spent making sure I knew just how much he wanted me.

  He took me out to dinner, for drinks, even dancing. He bought me a dress for the occasion and put his hands on my hips and pulled me close so that I could feel his breath on my skin. I loved every second of it.

  He was putting so much time and effort into what was happening between us, and I couldn’t help but fall a little harder with every gesture he made. I had never dated like this before, never had someone pour this much time, energy, and effort into making sure I felt wanted, needed, and romanced. I had no idea how I would ever go back to dating like a normal person again.

  But, as I watched him paying at the cafe, I couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that something was wrong. Maybe it was because he had been avoiding the subject of what was going to happen when we got back to the US.

  This was amazing. It really was. I couldn’t have asked for anything more. Being treated like this was like a dream, and knowing after all this time that Oliver felt the same attraction and adoration as I had been feeling all this time was one of the most validating things that had ever happened to me. The thought of all this being over and behaving like it never happened the minute we stepped off the jet, made my stomach crumple up and my heart sink.

  But there was no way this level of romance could keep going back at the office, right? This was special, over-the-top, and removed from reality.

  It was easy for him to be with me now in London. He could take me out and show me off with out worrying about the wrong people spotting us. There was no way it could get back to Neil or anyone else in the company. But once we got back to America, at the very least, things would have to be kept on the down-low. We couldn’t keep up this level of public dating and affection. Someone would figure it out eventually, and given Oliver’s past, it may not go over well.

  So what options did that leave us, realistically? We would have to keep things strictly under the radar when we returned to the office, at least until we were ready to come out and admit we were seeing each other. Goodness knew how long it would be before the both of us were actually confident enough to do that. Or we would call things off before going home and chalk this whole experience up to a good time.

  That option made my heart sink. I was falling for Oliver as hard as it was possible to fall for anyone, and the thought of him bringing an end to things before they even had a chance to get started was eating me up inside.

  He returned from the counter, sat down opposite me, and drained the last of his delicious coffee from his mug.

  “Mmm, that’s so good,” he sighed. “Think we can convince them to open a branch down the street from the office?”

  “I don’t see why not.” I shrugged. “I mean, if you can get the Masterson account, I’d say you can do anything.”

  “Hey, don’t jinx it.”

  He held up his hand, stopping me from going on. “I haven’t signed the contracts yet, and I don’t want to count our chickens before they’re hatched.”

  “Okay, I take it back.” I held my hands up. “I’m sure it’s all going to go terribly wrong. Is that better? Are you un-jinxed now?”

  “I hope so.”

  He flashed me one of his famously charming smiles. “I guess we’ll have to see how things go tonight.”

  “I can’t believe you actually got this far with them.” I shook my head. “I mean, only six weeks ago, they seemed like an impossible dream.”

  “Yeah, well, that’s what hard work will bring you,” he replied proudly. “And an amazing secretary to play the part of your fiancée, of course.”

  “Yeah, you really couldn’t have done any of this without me,” I teased with faux-smugness. “What’s my cut of the deal?”

  “Uh, why don’t we head back to the hotel, and I’ll show you?” he suggested, leaning forward, lowering his voice, and making it very clear exactly what he was talking about.

  “Do we have time?”

  My heart fluttered at the thought of another encounter with him before we left. There was no doubt the sex had been the best of my life, and I found myself craving it if we went too long between sessions.

  “We’ve got to pick up our bags, anyway.” He glanced at his watch. “If we leave now?”

  “Yes, I think it’s important we do.”

  I tried to keep up a veneer of professionalism, but there was a grin playing at the corner of my lips that I couldn’t suppress.

  He offered me a hand, pulled me to my feet, and before I knew it, the two of us were power-walking back to the hotel, shooting each other those playful, knowing looks every now and then to confirm what we were about to do.

  Maybe it was the caffeine we’d just consumed, or maybe it was the knowledge we’d have to return to our real lives soon enough, but my heart was pounding in my chest with anticipation.

  Before we even got to the room, as soon as the door of the elevator closed, he was on me. He lifted me up off my feet and I threw my legs around his waist, gripping him tightly. He pressed me against the back wall of the elevator and kissed me passionately, madly, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.

  I felt him reach down and start opening the zipper on his pants and I was afraid someone might join us in the elevator.

  “Oliver! What if someone comes in?”

  “I can’t wait another
second, Mona. I’m desperate for you, baby.”

  Thankfully, the elevator dinged and came to a halt on our floor before anyone else could join us, and he put me on the ground. We practically ran to our door, making out passionately as he tried to unlock our room. There was an older couple at the far end of the corridor but they quickly looked away when they saw how naughty we were being.

  Eventually, after what felt like forever, he managed to get the door unlocked, and still kissing me furiously, he pushed open the door.

  We stumbled into the room and knocked over a lamp on our way to the bed.

  “They’ll have to add that to the bill,” Oliver laughed.

  I barely even noticed it fall. I tore off my clothes and hopped on the bed, laying on my back, looking up at him.

  He pulled off his own clothes and climbed down over me. Having his huge, muscular body hang so powerfully over mine, just a few inches above me, took my breath away. It was heaven to be there beneath him, waiting to see what he’d do with me.

  I was his for the taking. Completely and utterly his. Whatever he wanted to do with me, he could.

  He started by leaning down and kissing my mouth. Then he broke off our kiss as his lips moved down over my neck and over each of my rock hard nipples. The sensation as he kissed my breasts and sucked on my nipples, taking no care not to be rough, was overwhelming. I squirmed under his power and he ran his tongue from my nipples, down over my navel, and then to the very top of my clit. He paused there and looked up at me mischievously.

  “Do it,” I whispered.

  He began passionately making out with my clit, and then with the mouth of my pussy, stretching his tongue deep inside me and swallowing my juices like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever put his mouth on.

  He continued to tease and pleasure my pussy with his mouth until I couldn’t take it another second. As I felt the orgasm building up inside me, he reached up and slid two fingers into my pussy as he continued to suck on my clit powerfully. The sensation was too much and a wave of orgasms rushed through my body like a hurricane. It was heaven! It was ecstasy!