My Ranger Weekend

by Lowrance, J. D.

  “Where are the towels?” he asked, looking down at me.

  “Over on the table,” I said as I pointed to my left, his right. “You can set me down.”

  “When I’m ready,” was all Flint said as made his way over to the table. He grabbed both towels and walked back over to the double chaise. Once he was seated with me straddling him, his stiff cock sandwiched between us, he took one towel and started drying me off. Inch-by-inch he ran his hands with the towel over my body starting with my hair, then my neck, shoulders and arms.

  “So you graduate in what, seven months?” Flint questioned as he continued to dry me off.

  “Yep,” I sighed, his touch felt heavenly. “May 17th to be exact.”

  “Any big plans?”

  “My parents want me to go to law school. I took the LSATs and put my application in a few places. My dad graduated from USC’s law school and wants me to go there, just like his father before him. Hence the new car that you got to drive today.”

  “They bribed you with a new car . . . a fucking Porsche . . . so that you would go to law school?”

  “Pretty much. I want to go to design school. Right now I am double majoring in prelaw and design, which makes for a killer course load, but I love design and don’t want to give it up. I also put in a few applications for design school as well.”

  “Hence the sexy fashion designer by night.”

  “Exactly,” I laughed as he recalled my earlier description of myself.

  “I love that sound,” he said as he leaned in placing a soft kiss on my lips.

  “Which one?” I murmured as I chased his lips as he pulled back.

  “Your laugh. It’s music to my ears,” he said as my heart soared. My lips crushed his as his hands moved to my back unhooking my bra. Flint guided the bra off my shoulders as I instinctively covered my breasts as the lacy material fell away from my skin leaving me feeling more exposed than just my bare breasts. “No hiding,” Flint whispered as he removed my hands and continued to dry me off; my breasts, my stomach, and then the parts of my legs that he could reach. My breathing was harsh and erratic as he continued his slow torture. Each touch, each caress made my body burn with need. His erection still seated against my core shot lust and desire through my body, craving his attention, his touch, him.

  My body was on fire so when a cool breeze came off the water I breathed a sigh of relief as it caressed my skin sending goose bumps in its wake. Flint draped the towel over my shoulders. “You are so beautiful.” I leaned forward kissing his perfect lips as his hands made their way to my breasts. His touch was intoxicating. I was riding a high so high I was afraid I would crash and burn at any moment. He started kneading my breasts then circled my nipples with his thumbs. My core rocked against him as I sat up thrusting my breasts forward giving him more access. The towel slid from my shoulders and I increased the pace and pressure. Flint’s hands went to my hips pushing me harder against him.

  “Ryan,” he paused, trying to catch his breath, “you keep that up and there won’t be much left for tonight.”

  “But it feels so good,” I whined but slowed my pace and eased my pressure.

  “I know lovely,” he laughed “I know.” He did a quick scan and said, “Let’s take this inside where we have more privacy.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I said as I climbed off of him and brought the towel around my shoulders. I turned to see him with a smile so devilish and handsome that for the second time tonight my panties melted. “Up and at-‘em, Ranger,” was all I said as I turned, swaying my hips while leading us to a spare bedroom.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Flint

  My heart was a going off like a jackhammer in my chest. My breath rushed in and out like I just finished a marathon. Who the hell was Ryan Wethers? She was turning out to be quite the little vixen. Maybe the lace should have given it away but I was never as pleasantly surprised as I was with her perfect body pressed to mine as she came apart in my arms from the pleasure I was giving her body. It was unbelievable; the best sexual experience I ever had and I did not even get off.

  “Up and at-‘em, Ranger,” was all she said as she went into the house swaying those sexy hips; her lacy thong peeking out from underneath the towel wrapped around her banging body.

  What the hell am I waiting for? I jumped up adjusting myself as I ran, YES RAN, after her. There was nothing that was going to stop me from finishing what we started. The house was pitch black when I walked through the door. I turned to close it and felt two arms wrap around my waist. Ryan planted a kiss in the middle of my back. As I locked up she slid one of her hands down the front of my boxer briefs running the palm of it over my cock. It twitched in response as I bit my bottom lip to swallow my moan. I have never been this hard for a woman before.

  “Tell me about your tattoos,” she said. My hands engulfed her bony wrists and I turned in her arms.

  “What do you want to know?” I asked.

  “Why did you get them?” She answered my question with a question.

  “We were in the middle of nowhere doing something that would make your toes curl when one of my closest buddies took one for the team and died. Our team honored his memory with this American flag tattoo. If you look closely you can see his initials in the flag,” I answered as I released her wrists and tried to step around her.

  “And what about this one?” I watched her fingers as they ran along my rib cage outlining my second tattoo. She knew there was more to the first one but did not push.

  “So,” I paused, “I came home on my first long leave after I enlisted. My dad was so proud. He took me to get my first tattoo. I was a pretty decent artist back then and had put together some designs. My mother threw a fit but my dad insisted. She threatened to go but we both knew she was too sick at that point.” My voice cracked like it always did when I talked about my mother. My gaze stayed focused on her moving fingers over the pair of angel wings I had gotten. The silence said more than I could at that moment.

  “I’m so sorry Flint about your mom.” Her voice was small in the dark and I ran a hand back and forth over my head.

  “It was a while ago,” I responded too quickly. “Let’s just get back to you and me.” I gestured for her to lead the way.

  “Ok,” was all she said as she stepped around me giving me space as she led the way through the house. We went back towards the front door and up a staircase to the second floor. It was an open staircase with a landing so you could see every door from the top of it. There were two doors on the right which faced the ocean and three on the left. I followed her to the last door on the left. Ryan opened the door and stepped into the room but stayed right by the door.

  “Here you go,” she said as I passed her. She flipped the switch and the overhead light came on as I did a quick walk-through of the room. “The bathroom is through that door.” I walked over and opened the door as I turned on the light seeing a fairly large bathroom. “The fan can be turned on by this switch here,” she said pointing to the light panel by the door.

  “What are you doing?” I asked as I looked at her.

  “Just making sure you are comfortable.” She shrugged her shoulders pulling the towel tighter around her as she looked down at her toes. Neither of us said anything. Even as the silence stretched on she would not look up. I made my over to stand directly in front of her. I held out my hand for her to take. She stared at it for one, two, three heartbeats before her gaze lifted to mine.

  “I’m sorry if I messed up downstairs.” Her eyes pleaded for me to explain. “I’ve never done this before and . . .”

  “Oh lovely, you didn’t mess up,” I cut her off as I pulled her into a hug. “I did,” I said, taking her away from the door as I closed and locked it, letting her know she was staying with me tonight. She was at the foot of the bed as I turned off the overhead light so that the bathroom light cast a soft glow in the room. As I got closer I could see her eyes shining with want.

  “Ryan,” I said as I walk
ed towards her.

  “Yes,” she whispered as I slid the towel off her shoulders. I drew her into me. Her bare chest pressed into mine awaking my desire for her.

  “So where were we?” I murmured as I licked the seam of her lips.

  “Right here,” she answered as her tongue touched mine. Our kiss only deepened as I lifted her up and laid her down on the bed. I hovered over her as I kissed everywhere I could reach; her lips, neck, shoulders, and chest. I sucked one nipple into my mouth as I massaged her other breast with my hand. She arched her back in response as she moaned my name. Her fingers ran over my head as she pulled it down pressing her nipple deeper into my mouth. I sucked harder as she twisted beneath me from the pleasure and pain I was giving her. My hand left her breast and skimmed down her stomach to the top of her panties, back and forth, back and forth.

  “Please,” she begged as she loosened her grip on my head. I trailed both hands down her body taking her panties with them until they were completely off. Her breathing hitched in response as I slowly traced my fingertips up to her inner thigh. I cupped her sex, feeling her need for me as she whimpered.

  “So wet,” I whispered as I kissed across her chest taking her other nipple in my mouth. I pushed one finger through her folds into her wet heat. Her hips bucked as I added a second finger. My pace was slow as I went deeper into her; opening her up to me. My kisses trailed back up her chest to her mouth as my tongue tasted her once again. I could feel her pussy clamping down on my fingers and knew she was close. “Flint,” she called, “I’m going to cum.” Her hips picked up pace as my thumb made contact with her clit, once, twice, before pushing her over the edge. Her pussy milked my fingers as wetness flooded her channel. “Oh God. Oh God,” she cried out as my fingers worked in and out of her prolonging her orgasm. Her eyes never left mine as she rode out her pleasure. Ryan’s hands brought my face even with hers to kiss me. She wrapped her legs around my body connecting every inch of her with me.

  “Amazing,” I whispered as she moved her kisses along my jaw and neck. She emitted a small growl of her own before she bit where my neck and shoulder met as she pushed me onto my back. Her hips straddled mine as she licked and kissed down my chest, spending extra time on each of my nipples. No women had ever paid any attention to them before and it turned me on. “Ryan,” I growled I as pumped my cock against her core. “My turn,” she purred as she continued her slow descent down my body. A butterfly kiss here, a nibble there until she was kneeling between my legs. I lifted my hips as she pulled my boxer briefs over my hips and off my legs.

  She came back to rest between my legs as she kissed down my stomach following my happy trail. She took my balls in her hand at the same time she licked my cock from base to tip. “Baby,” I crooned as I tried to hold still underneath her manipulation. Ryan licked my dick like a lollipop several times before taking me completely into her warm, wet mouth. My hips pistoled off the bed as she took me deeper and deeper into her throat. When she took me as far as she could she started to hum when I was that deep causing vibrations to run up my cock. I felt the tingles in the base of my spine as I threaded my fingers through her hair. She knew I was close as I started to pump my hips matching her rhythm. She squeezed the base of my cock as her other hand continued to play with my balls. “I’m close,” I warned her so she could move if she wanted. My balls started to constrict as the suction of her mouth tightened, her cheeks hollowing out. “Ryan,” I cried out, “I’m cuming.” My orgasm overtook all coherent thought as I grunted out my release. My hips still pumping into her mouth as the pleasure slowly abated.

  When my hips finally rested back on the bed, she placed a kiss on each of my hip bones as she started making her way back up my body. I could not believe she swallowed every last drop I gave her. The thought alone had my cock twitching to life. A small laugh from Ryan told me she saw the movement.

  I pulled her up my body placing a chaste kiss on her lips before I rolled over on top of her. I could not wait any longer to feel her body under mine, to take and take until she had nothing left to give. Just the thought of her pink walls wrapped tightly around my cock as she called out my name had me ready to go again. I used my knee to separate her legs as I pressed my hardening cock against her core. She met each of my thrusts with one of her own as her wet entrance slowly soaked my cock adding to the friction and our pleasure. I kissed her swollen lips once again as a whimper escaped her.

  “How did I end up here?” I asked as I looked into her beautiful solar flared eyes. Her irises so dark with want and lust that it looked like the moon engulfed the sun and its rays only leaving darkened skies.

  “Just lucky I guess,” she giggled as her nose Eskimo kissed mine.

  “Very lucky,” I replied as I ground my hips against her. “I can’t believe all of this is mine for the rest of the night.” Mine? That felt right to say but I assured myself that I only meant it for the night.

  “Maybe the rest of the weekend if you play your cards right,” she teased as she lifted up placing a soft kiss on my lips. Her offer took me by surprise and she must have seen it on my face because she tried to backpedal as her hips stopped their slow torture.

  “I mean if you are around,” she stammered, “Or don’t have any plans, or like whatever.” Although it was dark I knew she was blushing as she covered her face with her hands. “So lame,” I heard her mutter. I chuckled in response as I decided to show her that I wanted her as many times as she would give me until I had to go on Sunday.

  Ryan

  I am an I.D.I.O.T! Idiot.

  I cannot believe I just invited Flint to spend the weekend with me. Really! This was why I did not do one night stands. I was an idiot. I mean, did all one night stands turn into weekend affairs or just my first one? This was crazy. A weekend was more than one night, as this was only supposed to be one night. He was a one night kind-of-guy. I was so embarrassed from saying the first thing that came to mind, and from his non-response I knew I just killed the mood. This just showed how naïve I was with this whole nonchalant thing that I thought I could handle but was failing miserably at. I hid my face under my hands as I muttered, “So lame.”

  He chuckled in response. YES CHUCKLED. I was so embarrassed. I took my hands from my face and started to push on his chest so that I could get out from under him. Space was what I needed. My brain did not work when he was constantly touching me, making me feel wanted and so damn horny. I was so wet and wanted him inside of me so bad but instead my mouth ran away from me and now he was laughing at me. Wonderful.

  “Hey now,” he said as he grabbed both my wrists placing them above my head. “None of that Ms. Wethers.”

  “I just need a minute.” I buried my head into the crook of his neck trying to hide.

  “I don’t think so,” he said, nudging my forehead with his nose as a way to coax me out of hiding. “I am so not done with you yet,” he whispered as I looked up at him. The soft light and his lust for me made his blue eyes blaze, giving them a predatory glint.

  Flint rolled his hips against me. I could feel his cock thickening as he repeated the motion, sending pleasure swirling through my core. “That feels good.” My voice muffled as I kissed along his neck to his lips, moving my hips with his. His tongue met mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him tighter against me.

  “Tell me you want this as much as I do,” he groused as he broke our kiss. I did not hesitate as I said, “I want this . . . more.” My honesty earned me a grunt of approval as his lips found mine once again. This kiss was primal as we tore at each other, each trying to get deeper into the other. I could feel the pleasure building in my core as he continued to pump his hips. “Please,” I begged, wanting to feel him inside of me.

  “Shit,” he rumbled as he released my hands. “My condoms are in my wallet outside.”

  “Flint, please,” I pleaded as I loosened my legs from around his waist. I never saw a man move so fast in my life. One second he was between my legs, the next I saw a na
ked flash of skin as he sprinted out the bedroom door. I heard him thunder down the steps and a quick “Shit” as I heard his feet slip on the marble foyer. Next came the sliding glass door being opened and, within a few seconds, it being closed again. The pounding of feet back up the steps and then Flint reappeared in the doorway breathing heavy but with a huge grin on his face.

  “Problem solved,” he panted as he walked back in the room closing the door. When he turned to face me he was palming his cock with one hand as he was lifting the condom wrapper to his mouth. My eyes were glued to his cock as my hands found my breasts. “That’s it lovely,” he groaned as he tore open the condom. “Keep touching yourself,” he rumbled as the bed dipped where he placed his knee. Flint expertly sheathed himself as he kneeled between my legs. “Where were we?” he asked as he ran a finger through my folds pushing into me. “So wet and so ready baby,” he cooed, adding a second finger.

  “Please,” I begged. I lifted my hips allowing his fingers deeper into me.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said as his thumb brushed my clit.

  “You,” I cried out. My desire for this man climbed higher. As I teetered on the edge he pulled his fingers out and grabbed my raised hips as he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance.

  “Then you got me,” he growled as he pushed all the way into me in with one thrust. His size breeched my walls as I cried out in pain and pleasure from his invasion. I felt myself stretching to accommodate him, my velvet channel molding to his hardness. My eyes traveled from where we were joined up his six-pack, no eight-pack, abs as he continued to thrust into me. I drank in the sight of his sweat glistened skin in the soft light until my eyes finally found his. The look of utter possession and desire stared back at me. His arms still held my waist captive as he controlled my body with each heart-pounding thrust.