by Harper James
“You look lost in thought,” Heath says, and I realize he’s caught me staring at his crotch. I start and look up at him, flushing. He tilts his head to the side. “Thinking about something specific, Karli?”
“I…” I sigh, swallow. “Maybe.”
“Ask for what you want, Karli.”
I steel myself, then meet his eyes, still flushing, still nervous, but unable to risk missing this chance. “I want to suck your cock now, Heath.”
Chapter 17
Heath gives me a curious look, then says in that cool, calm voice, “I can’t let you suck my cock without the chance to make you come, Karli. That’s hardly fair. You’ll have to let me rub your clit while you suck me.”
I lick my lips but smile, breathless. “Alright.”
Heath gives me a sly look, then gets out of the car, a blast of cold air rocketing over me as he does so. He walks around to my side, opens the door for me, and then once I’m out opens the door to the back seat. I climb in, and he’s fast behind me, pulling the door closed behind him. Without the arm rests between us, my nerves are suddenly on edge again, especially when Heath looks over at me with that cautious, appraising way, like he’s working out just how to begin.
“You’ve never sucked a cock before, you said,” Heath says, voice smoky.
I shake my head. “So I…I might not be any good at it.”
He smiles, my trepidation pleasing him as it always seems to. “That sweet little mouth? You’ll be excellent, Karli. Take your clothes off so I can touch you while I’m in your mouth.”
There’s just something about the way he says things that makes me crumble for him. I wiggle free from my sweatpants, with my t-shirt close behind, abandoning both on the floorboards of the SUV. Heath watches me, eyes always appraising, always hungry, and he reaches over to rub at my nipple lightly with thumb and forefinger. I close my eyes as my pussy clenches at the sensation.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, then releases me. I open my eyes to see him unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, then removing his enormous cock from the fabric. My eyes widen at seeing it again, and I wonder if this is all a bad idea. I’ve got no idea how to give a blowjob, and now I’m supposed to do a good job on something this big? “Come here, baby,” he says, and puts a hand on my shoulder, pulling me down to my elbows. I half expect him to force my lips to his cock, and I’m terrified at being rushed like that, but instead Heath situates me so I’m lying on my stomach on the car seat, elbows at his thighs and knees bent up, feet kicked up so my toes are against the window. He strokes my hair with his right hand, and with his left, he reaches down to my ass, rubbing it, pinching at me gently. His cock, already hard, grows even more so as he touches me.
“Go on. Put your mouth on me,” he says, and strokes my hair back with his free hand. He doesn’t push me to him, though; rather, he runs his thumb along my head, almost reassuringly, as I lower my mouth to his monster cock. I press my lips to the tip, then exhale as I let him slide past my lips, against my tongue.
Heath moans, and it nearly startles me into releasing him— but his hand against my head tells me I’m doing the right thing. I let my tongue press against the underside of his cock, exploring his shaft, taking him, and then I begin to pump up and down on him, my lips widening to allow more of him into my mouth each time I push my head downward.
“Good, baby. Good,” he says through a light groan. “Here—“ he lifts my head a bit, encouraging me to suck only on the tip of his cock. “Look up at me,” he orders. I do, and the look in his eyes causes a flood of wetness between my legs— he looks like he’s worshipping me, and it makes me want him like never before.
I swirl my tongue around the top of his cock, meeting his eyes the whole time, loving the way I can feel him shudder in my mouth each time I strike a particularly sensitive spot. I lick the length of his shaft, kiss up and down his cock, wrapping my lips around his girth and tonguing him that way. Heath watches all of this with a look of raw pleasure on his face, and when his fingers suddenly find my pussy, I know my expression matches his. I whimper against his cock as he rubs my clit gently, massaging small circles against me.
“Suck my cock again, Karli— but this time relax your throat, baby. Relax your throat and let me into your pretty mouth.”
I nod, almost too distracted by the feel of his hand against my pussy to focus on what he’s saying. I lift my mouth, part my lips and take him in, the tip of his cock running along the back of my throat. I worry I might gag, but force myself to relax, closing my eyes as I do so. As his cock slides farther into my throat than it’s been before, Heath slides his fingers, wet from my pussy, farther back, and suddenly his fingers are massaging my ass, lightly threatening to enter me there.
My eyes shoot open in surprise, in shock— no one has ever touched me there before. Heath, however, just gives me a confident look, and unapologetically presses down against my ass with his thumb. The pressure sends spirals of pleasure through me, and I moan loud and long, the sound nearly choked out by the presence of his cock in my mouth. He smiles down at me, presses a bit harder, and I feel his thumb enter my ass, gentle and careful.
I slide farther down on his cock, letting him fill my mouth entirely, and I moan on him as he touches me, thumbing at my ass and sliding his pointer finger into my pussy. I’ve never felt like this before, felt so full, and I feel dreamlike and dizzy as I begin to pump my mouth up and down on him, loving his taste, loving the way he groans when the head of his cock strikes the back of my throat. I can fit slightly more than half of him in my mouth, but that doesn’t stop me from trying for more.
Heath’s fingers work harder on my clit, and I arch my back to give him more access to…well. To wherever he wants. Electricity ripples through me, and I feel an orgasm begin to rise from my chest. I try to fight it off, because I can feel Heath’s cock getting ever-harder and I know that he’ll come before too long. Heath is relentless, though, and when he hears my moans become shorter and more desperate, he pushes his cock deeper into my throat and begins to rub my clit quicker than before. I cry out, or try to, but he’s filled my throat so completely that when the orgasm rockets through me, all I can do is give a muffled, desperate moan of perfect pleasure.
I pant against his cock as my orgasm fades. I’m sweating now, the wispy hairs around my face clinging to my forehead.
He pulls his fingers from me and raps on my ass lightly, then watches as I carefully lift my mouth off his cock. I drop my head down to his lap and kiss his shaft between heavy, exhausted breaths.
“I wanted you to come too,” I say, nearly pouting.
“You wanted me to come in your mouth?”
I nod at him and he reaches down, brushing hair from my face. “You’ve never swallowed before, have you?”
“No. But I want to. I want to with you,” I say, feeling dangerous.
He growls, deep in his throat. “You make it so hard to go slow, Karli. If I listened to you I’d have already fucked your ass by now.” My eyes widen a bit, and my surprise isn’t lost on him. “This is the first time you’ve had a cock in your mouth, Karli, so I’m not going to come in your mouth. But…” He looks down at my body appraisingly, and I realize he’s deciding just where he wants to come— and I also realize that I’m willing to let him do so wherever he wants. I’m willing to let him do whatever he wants, fuck me wherever he wants, take me however he wants—
“I’m all yours, Heath,” I say softly.
He looks at me, curious, then daring. “What did you say?”
“You told me to tell you when I decided,” I say, sitting up, my eyes hard on his. “I’m all yours.”
Heath looks so hungry, so wild that it makes me the most wonderful kind of scared— like being on a roller coaster, the fear before the inherent pleasure. “Oh, baby,” he says with a groan from the back of his throat. “I told you that you were perfect.”
He pulls me up and kisses me on the mouth, licking at my lips, biting at my tongue, and I swing a leg ove
r to straddle him. My hands find his cock, hard and thick between us, and I pump up and down on him as we kiss, as his hands roam my back and finally come to rest on my ass cheeks, squeezing them apart, his fingertips threatening at both my entrances. His cock goes suddenly rock hard in my hands, and he moans into my mouth, then pulls me tight to his chest. I whimper with satisfaction as his cock presses against my stomach and I feel him come against my skin, hot and strong and powerful. I smile when I look down at the mess he’s made of my bare chest, and when I look up, Heath is watching me with that admiring, worshipping gaze, like he can’t believe I’m really here with him.
Which, to be totally fair? That makes two of us.
Chapter 18
So, that’s basically all that happened,” I tell Bella at the coffee shop the following day. She’s sat, listening, eyes wide and mouth pressed together not out of irritation, but to keep her from whooping over the scandal of it all.
“Can I be excited now?” she asks in a squeaky voice.
“Feel free,” I say.
“Oh my god this is so hot!” she shouts, so loud that literally everyone in the coffee shop turns a confused head toward her. “Sorry!” she says, waving her hands. “My friend just has a crazy hot boyfriend and it’s really romantic.”
The people of the coffee shop clearly aren’t as impressed as Bella is, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. She leans over the table to me. “So are you like…a real official couple now?”
“Yes. I mean, I think— but it’s impossible to feel like we’re real and official when I know he’s leaving in ten days. All I can think about is things that are going to last longer than my time with him. I looked at the creamer when I got my coffee, and it expires two days after Heath is leaving town. Caramel non-dairy creamer is going to last longer than my relationship,” I lament, slumping back in my chair.
“No, no— it’s going to last longer than your current physical relationship. But he can write you, can’t he? And Skype?”
“Sure, yeah. I’m just scared that he won’t. It’s like I know this whole thing is real because I can see it, but it’s still so new that I worry once he’s gone, it’ll all crumble.”
Bella nods and closes her computer, and I’m fairly certain she hasn’t done an iota of work on since I sat down. “I know it seems impossible, Karli, but you’ve got to remember that people do this all the time. There are loads of military girlfriends and boyfriends and wives and husbands and children and everything in between. They get through it.”
“They didn’t meet two weeks before the deployment, usually,” I point out.
“Then just make sure it’s one hell of a two weeks,” she says with a sly look.
“Well, it’s ten days now—“
“You’re totally missing the point, Karli,” she says, shaking her head. “You’ve had sex what, three times now?”
“Say that a little louder, maybe?”
“Everyone’s got headphones on,” she says, waving her hand at the coffee shop. “So you’ve had sex three times. You haven’t gone on a romantic date yet, right?”
“No,” I say, blushing.
“And you haven’t gone on a trip.”
“No, of course not,” I say, frowning.
“And he doesn’t have a key to your house or vice versa—“
“What are you getting at?” I ask.
“You’ve got ten days to streamline a ten-month relationship. I’m just thinking of how you can get it done,” she says with a shrug.
I laugh. “I don’t know if you can streamline romance,” I say.
“Psh,” she says, waving a hand at me. “Besides, it can’t hurt to try, can it?”
She’s got a point.
“So,” Karli goes on, “go on a romantic date tonight. Somewhere downtown, one of those little restaurants that only tourists go to. The kind with string lights over the patio.”
“I’ll suggest it to him,” I say.
She shakes her head. “Nope— do it. Come on, Karli. He saved your mom’s life! You can at least buy him a romantic dinner.”
“He didn’t save her life,” I say, sticking my tongue out at Bella, but I like her style. I lift my phone and send a text.
Karli: Are you free tonight?
Heath: For you, of course.
I smile at how quickly he texted back— he really did listen to me last night, I guess.
Karli: Can I pick you up this time? Seven o’clock?
Heath: Sure? What’s going on?
Karli: We’re streamlining.
I muddle through the rest of the workday, then hurry to the nail salon to get a manicure for the first time in ages. I know exactly what I’m going to wear— it’s a tiny black dress that I got in college, when I thought I might be moving somewhere that warranted more cleavage on a regular basis than my tiny hometown. I don’t even know for sure that I still fit in it; to my relief, it zips up, though it’s certainly tighter than I remember. It’s not as if Heath hasn’t seen what’s under it, though, so I suppose it doesn’t matter.
I drive my still-front-crumpled car to his house, smiling a little as we pass landmarks that remind me of when I undressed in his passenger seat, of my legs up on the dashboard, of his hands between my thighs—
I bite my lip. I need to think of something else, and fast, because this train of thought is making my wet and I didn’t wear panties tonight.
Heath is waiting for me outside the house, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s so I don’t have to see his father. I assume Vic is home— there’s an old beater car parked on one side of the house, and a number of lights appear to still be on when Heath walks away from the front door. He’s wearing a tie, though no amount of formalwear can lessen the rugged vibe he puts out.
When he opens the door, the interior lights show him what I’m wearing, and he smiles in a somewhat wicked way. “Karli, baby. Look at you.”
“Thanks,” I say, smiling back at him. He has to practically fold himself into my tiny car, and for a moment I wonder if I should offer to let him drive. But no, no, this is my thing— I want to see it through.
“So where are we going?” he asks.
“To Monterey,” I answer. “It’s a fancy restaurant in town. I’ve never been, but supposedly it’s amazing. I just thought we ought to go on a really proper date once.”
“I like that,” he says, looking amused at my plans. “And where are we going afterward? Because you know that there’s no way I’m ending tonight without watching you take that off.”
I bite my lip in excitement as we turn onto the main road. “And after that, we’re going on a trip.”
“A trip?”
“Not much of a trip,” I say hurriedly. “But I have a friend from college with a mountain cabin about an hour and a half away, and she didn’t have any renters in it tonight. She gave it to me for a steal.”
Heath reaches over and runs a hand up my leg. “You’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” I say, smiling at him. His hand continues to creep up, and then he groans when he realizes I’m not wearing panties.
“Why not go straight to this cabin?” he asks hungrily.
“We’ll get there,” I say, grinning and swatting his hand away— even though I really like the way it feels, brushing between my legs.
“You’re killing me,” he says, but he still looks genuinely happy as we cruise into town. I parallel park near the restaurant. It’s in a part of town I never visit, simply because it’s all pricey boutiques and expensive food. Monterey is the town’s stock Valentine’s Day restaurant; it’s where everyone in a relationship goes on February fourteenth. It’s not crowded, but there are a decent number of tables full tonight, all with white tablecloths draped over them and candles flickering at their center.
Despite the fact that I drove, Heath jets around to my side of the car and, as always, swiftly opens my door for me before helping me out. As we walk toward the restaurant, he lets his hand drift down my back to rest on my ass che
ek, which he squeezes lightly just before we step through Monterey’s front doors.
“We’ve got a reservation,” I say to the hostess, a girl whose brow piercings are totally detectable despite the clear rings that management has undoubtedly made her wear. “It’s under Karli Ackerman.”
“Got it,” she says, smiling cheerfully. “Could you follow me?”
We cut through the restaurant— or I do, at least. Heath has to carefully pick his way around chairs and tables, all of which he dwarfs. I see eyes flick toward him. Some people I suspect recognize him from the news— the war hero, the SEAL member, the guy who killed a terrorist and saved countless lives. Others, I suspect, just know he’s crazy hot.
We take our seats at a table by the window, and a waiter comes by to run down the specials, a list of complicated words that he recites seamlessly, almost like he speaks a very delicious foreign language.
“What sort of wine do you have?” Heath asks. I’m surprised— he doesn’t look like a wine drinker.
“That’ll be on this menu here,” the waiter says, leaning forward to take a smaller menu from beneath the larger dinner menu. I lean forward and nearly gasp at the prices. Heath’s eyes jump to mine, and I see humor flickering in his irises.
“This one,” he says, pointing, though the menu blocks me from seeing which one. “It’s our anniversary.”
“Well, happy anniversary!” the waiter says, smiling as I turn a happy shade of red. “We’ll get that right out to you.”
He vanishes and Heath reaches across the table, beckoning for my hand. When I place my fingers in his, he speaks gruffly. “It’s on me.”
“Heath, those were insane—“
“I haven’t had an actual living expense in years, you know. Besides, there’s no one else I’d rather spend money on. And it’s our anniversary, no less!”
“Oh yeah? How long have we been together?” I ask, playing along.
