He looked over at the empty chair beside him. What he wouldn’t give for her to be sitting there, beside him, enjoying this breeze.
Chapter XI
The days were idyllic. They slept late, walked on the beach, had picnic lunches they fed to each other, and lazed in the afternoon sun, disappearing to the seclusion beyond a dune with a blanket when the urge to mate was overwhelming.
And each night they experimented with something new and titillating from Rand’s bag of sex toys, discovering she liked nipple clamps as long as they dangled like jewelry when she was a good girl, and spreader bars and paddles when she was naughty. Rand had talked her into wearing an anal plug to stretch her so she could accommodate his size more readily. And he was counting the days until he could claim her ass.
After they had been at the beach for three weeks, Rand promised her a shopping trip to Coastal Grand Mall, provided she wear the next largest size, one only slightly smaller than his dick, while they shopped. He secured it with a crisscross of elastic straps that overlapped the flange that held it in. It was a day of secret looks and embarrassing cringes whenever she had to sit, stand or climb steps. His knowing look and wicked smile made her hot all over—hot and wet. While she had been dreading this before, she was now eager for his possession of her in such a base and totally male way.
She got her wish as soon as they arrived back to their room. She had no sooner dropped her packages on the bed than he came alongside her and swept them to the floor. Her skirt was lifted, her panties pulled to the tops of her thighs and with a hand on her back he bent her over the bed and removed the self-fashioned harness and plug. He wadded it up in a tissue on the nightstand, his hand coming back with a tube of lube from the drawer.
“Unless you relax, the first time isn’t going to be all that great, so try to work with me here. Bear down when I say to and try not to let your sphincter go tight. We’re going to take it slow and easy, by half-inch increments if we have to. Just remember one thing.”
“What’s that?” Her voice had a slight tremor to it and it made him smile.
“Don’t be embarrassed, because I’m going to be having the time of my life. Loving every single stroke between these beautiful globes.” He caressed them both then pulled them apart and used his thumbs to anoint her small bud with the lube.
He shifted her so they were long ways on the bed and she could watch him penetrate her in the mirror. Then he reached under her and unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra letting them both fall forward and open, grazing the arms that propped her up.
He kissed the back of her neck, whispering about all the naughty things he was going to do to her while his fingers tugged on her nipples, stretching them and pinching them until she cried for release. One hand alternately cupped and squeezed her swaying breasts as the other found her cleft and slicked her juices from front to back. More of the cool lubricant was added to both her opening and to his thick penis that had already been burrowing between her ass cheeks.
“Ready, baby?”
“Mmmm humm,” she moaned, delirious with the friction he was causing both with her breasts and with the anxious battering ram sliding in and out of her crease.
He kissed the side of her neck and down her spine, moving back on the bed until he was standing on the floor. He gripped her hips and dragged her back to him, bringing her splayed feet to the edge of the bed. The fingers of one hand held her cheeks apart while he placed the lubed tip of his cock at her bud opening. Gentle nudges placed it up against the tight ring and with one quick jab he shoved it past the tight band of the puckered rim.
They both moaned, albeit for two different reasons, she because she finally realized what was happening, what this was really going to mean, and he, because he was on his way to paradise. Slowly over many minutes, he gently rocked against her, incrementally working his way inside, agonizing with each inch disappearing inside her as he was fighting to hold back from his greatest desire—to fuck the hell out of this sweet, tight ass that was wagging back and forth in front of him.
Sweat was pouring from his temples and popping like tiny beads from her pores when he had finally seated himself, his balls snug up against her.
“Dear God, this feels incredible. I never want to leave; I want to fuck you like this forever. Are you okay?” he asked as he bent forward to turn her face back. “Am I hurting you . . . badly I mean. I know I’m hurting you.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. “I’ve never felt anything like this. I feel . . . I feel . . . like you own me.”
The words, combined with her devastating beauty, and the needy look on her face, spiked his passion making him pull out and thrust back into her. They both groaned and when he saw her face in the mirror, this time it was undeniably rapturous with pleasure. “Damn straight!”
He smacked her ass cheeks. Hard. Making them crimson and heightening her pleasure as he told her what a bad girl she was, his bad girl. With his fingers digging into her ass cheeks and using his thumbs to hold her cleft wide he watched his prick entering and retreating. He began to take long, slow strokes. Watching his long, thick cock disappearing between her crack and then into her hole was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. His whole body shook with the pleasure.
She groaned and his fingers moved to caress her needy clit. He felt it plump as her pleasure built and then with one loud sob, she shook with delicious abandon and screamed, “I’m coming! Oh good God, I’m coming!” He watched her face contort in the mirror as she climbed to her peak. While his fingers milked her clit, he jabbed into her hard and fast, fucking her ass and sending her over the edge to oblivion. Her pussy spasmed against his hand and he let loose the last vestige of his sanity. He groaned as his release tightened every muscle in his body. Clenching his jaw and closing his eyes tight, he threw back his head and bellowed. Every nerve shuddered as his semen spurted deep in her ass, causing the tight hole gripping him to flutter in response. Her strained muscles clamped around him and pulled him back inside as he shoved against her and flattened them both on the bed. His cheek rested on her back and he actually dozed for a scant few moments before turning his head to kiss her shoulder blade.
He had never experienced a climax like that. With his ejaculation had come a sense of happiness, elation he had never even imagined possible. He was completely satisfied with everything in his world; relaxed in a way he didn’t know he could be. It was almost spiritual the way his orgasm was so cleansing—which was ironic, he thought, as he lifted off of her and pulled his flaccid member from her, because he was anything but clean right now.
Coming back from washing up, he smacked her on her tender bottom. “Hey Angel, don’t go to sleep on me. It’s only five o’clock.”
She mumbled something that sounded like, “gars sleep do, g’way.”
He laughed, “If you’re saying you want to sleep, go away, nothing doing. I’m starving.” Good sex always did that; great sex like this gave him the shakes as he was so depleted.
She lifted herself up on her arms, turned her head to look at him and then collapsed again. “Room service,” was all she could manage to say.
“Well, I’ll tell you what little lady, since you were so accommodating, I will get dressed and like the big game hunter I am, I will go out into the world and bring back food. What would you like?”
“Pizza,” she said into the pillow she had dragged down from the top of the bed.
“Pizza is not big game food, but if that’s your fondest wish, I will bring it forthwith.” With that he shoved his long legs into the jeans he picked up from the floor and pulled on a tank top he found in the chair. A few moments later she heard the door click behind him.
Leveraging herself she tried twice to get up but finally just ended up rolling until she fell off the bed. She squeaked in protest as she fell, her butt hitting the
floor with a loud thwack. Her bottom was on fire; places that had never made themselves known before now felt raw and abused. Nerve endings that had been quietly dormant were not just screaming, they were sending heat throughout her system. Pulling up on the bedspread to get to her feet, she managed to get to the bathroom where she turned the taps on full over the tub. She felt like she had to go to the bathroom, but ten minutes on the toilet convinced her that she didn’t know that part of her body anymore, at least not right now.
Sliding down into the tub was both soothing and irritating. She was, after all, sitting on her sore bottom. Rand had been a bit overzealous with his spanking. She smiled at the memory. She loved it when he lost control like that, it made her feel powerful to be able to run his lust up so high. To get him so far gone he’d do anything for the pleasure, including spank her and drive into her like a mindless madman. She loved it when she could turn him into the male animal he was, despite his desire to temper the beast seeking so hungrily to mate.
Ten minutes later she almost felt normal again. She had mixed feelings about Rand’s possession of her there and wondered how women managed with men the size of Clint and Rand shoving their dicks into that fragile cavity on a regular basis. By the time she got out of the tub and dried herself off, she had to admit, she didn’t hurt anymore, and she actually felt a bit hollow—empty in a way she’d never felt before. Maybe with time, you got used to it, she thought as she heard Rand open the outside door. She heard it close a few minutes later, then the bathroom door opened and he walked in.
She was holding a towel to her breasts, drying them, and it was high enough that her shaven pussy was clearly visible. Watching his eyes, she realized that he could also see her red bottom reflected off the mirror. He was taking it all in, front and back. “You must have been a pretty bad girl, looks like somebody spanked you, but good.”
“Uh huh, and I plan on being bad again, but not until somebody feeds me.”
He gathered her into his arms and pulled her close. “No problem.” Gazing down into her smiling face he realized that he was happier than he’d been in his entire life. Even his best day to-date, graduating from West Point, couldn’t touch this one. He bent his head and brushed his lips over hers then inserted his tongue and busied it with hers so he wouldn’t blurt out that he was in love with her.
He poured his heart into that kiss, and when they finally broke away she stared up at him, a questioning look in her bright eyes. He had finally kissed her. Something had changed between them and she wasn’t sure if it was in a good way. She caressed his cheek then ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “About that pizza . . . my body needs fuel for the next . . . uh, combat situation. Maybe it’s your turn to be punished for insubordination this time.” As she separated from him she brushed her hand along the length of his zipper and squeezed.
He groaned and stepped back to release her, watching her sweet fanny in the mirror as she stooped to retrieve her towel.
They ate at the tiny dinette with her dressed in one of his oxford shirts, the sleeves rolled to her elbows. Unconsciously, she toyed with the buttons on the placket and it positively drove him insane. They had ice cream for dessert and he managed to convince her to eat it topless for him.
After dinner they walked hand-in-hand on the beach, looking at the turtle nests tucked up against the dunes and helping several older gentlemen fill in a huge crater some kids had left. Then they settled in the sand a few feet from the encroaching tide to watch the sunset and play chicken with the tide, scooting up and back and laughing like children as the waves lapped at their feet. They talked about life, memories of their childhood vacations to the beach, and the man they both loved, who was still so far away.
When darkness settled over the island, they raced each other to the room, stripped off their soggy jogging togs, and jumped in the shower to wash the sand off their bodies.
Callie began teasing Rand by stroking her breasts, plucking at her nipples and running her hands up and down her soapy body. When she slid a finger inside herself, he bent and knelt on one knee to open her legs wider so he could watch.
She made him so hot he couldn’t stand it. His cock, perpetually at full mast around her, was jumping in its eagerness to be inside her. When she shoved two fingers into her sheath, he leaned forward, uncovered her clit with his thumbs and sucked it between his lips. When she came mere seconds later, flooding his mouth with taste sensations that drove him wild, and pulsing contractions beckoning him deeper, he groaned more from her pleasure than from his. Still, he reached between his legs and jerked roughly on his penis. Her hand covered his and then took over. Soon she was kneeling and taking him into her mouth and sucking the corona with long tugs, then keeping him between her lips and sliding up and down the length of his erection, sucking even harder, letting the loud slurping noises that were echoing over the tiles arouse him even more.
Suddenly he gripped her head with both hands, forced her away and in a swift motion that was only accomplished because of his superb muscle tone and innate power, he lifted her against the wall, kicked her feet apart, and shoved his cock home. He fucked her hard and fast, pummeling her and sending her inching up the slick wall with each forceful thrust. Finally, he gripped her shoulders from the back to hold her in place and piston fucked her, he was so far into his lust that he didn’t even realize moments later that he’d taken her completely into his arms and was holding her independent of the wall, supporting her solely in his arms, yet still keeping up his frantic pace. She cried out his name as she came—joining it with long, plangent wails that brought jolts of pleasure to him as she screamed his name over and over again. With one final thrust that he buried deep in her core, he gave a choked cry of his own as his body jerked and shuddered, expelling his seed. This mating had been primal and he felt it to his toes as every muscle in his body quivered with weakness. He staggered the few steps necessary to lean her back against the tile wall. He was kissing her neck and moaning her name when he heard the bathroom door click open. Despite his sensual fog, all senses came alert and he caged her body with his.
Clint opened the door and stepped into the steamy room. He was in camo fatigues; his posture rigid as he kept his hand on the doorknob as if that alone could keep him in check. From his initial assessing glance, Rand could tell that he was livid. Rand felt stupid standing there with his cock in his friend’s wife’s pussy. Water was running down every surface so it was pretty obvious that they’d been at this for quite a while. He reached down and with one hand he hit the faux crystal knob that turned the water off.
Callie, her head tucked down and facing the opposite direction knew something was up by the sudden tensing of Rand’s body. Every muscle was hard, except the one that now slithered out of her. She lethargically turned her head to the door and over Rand’s shoulder she saw the hat of a man in uniform. She moved so that she could see around Rand’s shoulder to the man who stood there watching them.
“Clint,” she breathed. Rand almost chuckled, how she managed to throw so many emotions into that one word, he’d never know. But it was apparent that she was pleased, scared, awed, on guard, and feeling a bit guilty.
“I came to take you home, Callie,” he said in a soft, quiet whisper. To Rand he said, “Soldier, you’re relieved of duty. I’m here for my wife. Stand aside and return her to me.”
Rand stepped away, no longer feeling the protective need to block Callie’s body from view. He helped Callie out of the shower enclosure. And then, not just in a figurative sense, he handed her off to her husband.
Clint took Callie’s hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it tenderly. Then he pulled her close, mindless of her wet state, and his eyes took in every aspect of her face before he kissed her in a most demanding and possessive way. Using both hands cupped over her jaw he plundered her mouth and fed on her lips. He’d dreamed of nothing but this moment for days, his mou
th was desperate for the taste of her.
Rand grabbed a towel from the rack and inched his way around them to the bedroom.
After a few moments he heard Clint’s gruff voice coming from the other side of the door, raised so that Rand could hear it, “Who’s the bastard whose been manhandling my wife?”
Rand, the towel wrapped around his hips, leaned in and peaked through the opening. He saw his best friend running his fingers over the red handprints on his wife’s otherwise lovely ass. He watched as Clint’s hand switched to the front and cupped her mound. When she jerked upright, he saw from her expression that Clint had just shoved a finger into the vagina he had just vacated. He looked at the face of the woman he had just made incredible love to and felt his heart being torn from his chest. It was time to leave her now, but no way did he want to.
Before he could walk out the door he needed to know how she was handling this impromptu reunion with her husband. He knew his presence was keeping her from being herself right now, keeping her reaction to the returning soldier subdued when she probably wanted to devour him whole. But damn! What about him? What now? Was he supposed to just get dressed and leave? Like a ship going out of commission, a weapon being outdated, he was being discarded as useless fluff. He was lost. Should he leave? Should
he go?
Clint answered the question for him. “Help me take off my clothes, sweetheart. I haven’t had a shower in three days. I was lucky to have found a toothbrush and some mouthwash.” With his boot, Clint kicked the door shut behind them, in Rand’s face.
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