I unbutton my pants and step out of the uncomfortable jeans. The splashing of water forces my attention to the bathroom door. No one else has been in here before. I wonder what products she’s using. The assortment of gels and facial products is pretty extensive. The shelving in my shower is larger than average, customized for all of the shit I use. She’s singing now. It’s not the screeching warble of the customary shower singer. It sounds…nice. I don’t recognize the melody or the words. Teala’s voice echoing my space sends a pit of dread directly to my mid-section. This won’t end well. How can this possibly end any other way except with destruction?
Dropping to the floor, I do more push-ups, not even counting as I brush my chest against the cool wooden floor. This helps check my dick and it burns out the thoughts I’m not ready to face. Sweat beads at my hairline and I know I need to stop before I go from sweet, muscular pump to a stinky, inconsiderate fucker. I’m not showering. The water turns off, and with that action, her singing halts as well. I imagine what she looks like as she steps out of the shower onto my white bathmat.
Does she dry off before she gets out or does she step out sopping wet and get water all over the floor? There are two kinds of people in the world and they fall into either of those categories.
“Can you bring me my bag?” she asks.
I confirm I can, because I’d do anything she asks right now. Craving distraction, I pick up the leather bag sitting on a console table in my living room and walk back to my room, holding it by the straps at the end of my pointer finger. How does one carry a woman’s purse? I sling it over my shoulder, but that feels odd, so I hold it by the top handles before I knock on the door.
Teala peeks out, hair wet. “Thanks. I’ll just be another minute or so.” She smiles, my dick twitches, and she closes the door. “I feel like we need to establish some ground rules before we begin.”
She’s mad. Absolutely raving mad if she thinks I’m going to let anything dictate what I’m going to do with her and to her.
“What does that mean, exactly?” I raise my voice so she can hear through the door.
Instead of responding right away, she pushes the bathroom door open, naked but for the smile on her face. Hissing a breath, I clench my jaw as I let my gaze flick from one perfect body part to the next. Her workout clothes leave little to the imagination, yet I’m still a bit shell-shocked with her nakedness so close. Bringing a fist to my mouth, I bite down on my knuckles. Teala laughs.
“I’m clean. Want to get dirty?” she asks.
I suck in a breath. Her confident gaze doesn’t waiver. There’s no hiding the desire I see reflecting in her eyes. Her lips slide together, and her tongue flicks out to wet her bottom lip. Every move we make, the other notices. It’s obvious our chemistry is off the charts, but we’re not just synched. We’re on the same page.
“I can’t fuck you and that’s the dirtiest,” I reply, sliding my hand down the front of my underwear to shift my dick.
Her body is smooth all over and lithe, her pert breasts standing up unnaturally, with pink nipples hardened. If I were to take pieces and parts of other women—my favorite parts—and mash them together to form my ideal woman, Teala would be it. She wins the prize.
She walks up to me slowly, the steam from the bathroom pushing the scent of my bodywash into my awareness. I groan. She smells like me. I never would have understood what a turn on having my scent on a woman is, unless this happened. My mouth waters a bit. When she’s close enough to touch, the heat clinging to her body rushes to my chest. She’s on fire and she smells delectable. Fists clenched by my sides, I wait for her to make the first move.
She tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes. “Rules,” she says, holding up one finger.
I shake my head.
Pointing at my dick, she says, “You can’t put that inside my vagina or ass.”
I grin. Her mouth is deliciously filthy. “But you can put it inside yourself?” I think about what that would look like and my cock throbs in agreement as it looks pretty awesome. “I’m joking. I know.” Seeing her bare body lets me know I’m in for a real nice challenge. “But looking at you makes me realize how wonderful we’ll fuck. Just so you know. Fucking is going to be amazing.”
She nods. “It will be masterful. The most awesome fucking two individuals ever encountered.” She’s joking, but I’m buying it. There’s this buzzing in my body I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt so much…want. “With that said, let the games begin.”
I grab her by the waist and pull her against me. “I don’t play games, Tay-la,” I whisper into her ear. Goosebumps prickle her skin on her neck and shoulder blade.
Her hands immediately go to my cock and I have to close my eyes and find some sort of inner strength to pull her delicate little cum usurpers away.
She raises her brow in question.
“I have a head start, remember? Your dick sucking skills about made me blow my top in record time. I want to touch you first. Taste you. Fuck you with my fingers,” I growl, leaning into the crook of her neck. I take the soft skin between my teeth and gently bite her. “You’ll beg for my cock. Beg me to fill you, fuck you, stretch you until you think you’ll break.”
“I’ll beg for it now,” she says, voice meek.
I’ve won her over already. Her hands are tracing my abs, my biceps, the hollow of my neck, my pecs. She’s everywhere except the one place I want her to be.
“Where do you want me?”
I can’t bring myself to tell her to get into my bed. She’s already in my room. Fuck, she’s showered in my bathroom. The most OCD zone in my world, but the words don’t come and I won’t force them. I kiss her, fisting her tight ass in my palms as she writhes against me. My fucking underwear will be my saving grace, the only thing keeping me from falling into her pussy on semi-accident. These bitches have to stay on for as long as possible. I repeat that a few more times in my head while I lose the rest of my brain, focusing on her kiss.
“Your lips are so sweet,” I say, caressing the side of her face. Taking her bottom lip in between my teeth, I bite down. “I want to eat you.”
We both smile at my double entendre.
I lean back to see her face better. “Close your eyes and don’t move,” I rasp.
Closing her eyes, she lets out a breath. Her face, free of makeup, looks like she fell out of my personal wet dream.
I hit my knees in front of her. Like a good girl she keeps her eyes closed and lets me do as I please. I lift her left leg over my shoulder. It’s not a cumbersome move. It’s fluid and graceful, like a yoga pose. I’d considered the benefits of having a flexible bedmate, but never took foreplay into consideration. With my left hand I grab her ass cheek and push her pussy into my mouth.
Sweet. Wet. Ready. I lap at her using my tongue, while moving her exactly where I want by steering her ass. She’s pliant, going with whatever I desire. Flicking my gaze up, I watch her face as I dip my tongue in and out. She’s moaning, her fingers laced through my hair, and her perfect, fucking pink lips forming a subtle O shape. Her body is sturdy, but she’s still a lightweight. Lifting her weight, even with one hand is easy. She’s riding the waves of pleasure, and I don’t stop until I see her base leg buckle a little bit. There’s not another option. I ease her gently up into my arms and bring her over to my bed.
“You’re not finished,” she squeals, her legs splayed wide, knees bent up into a W shape. Teala moves her hips up and down to show me exactly what she wants. “Hurry,” she whimpers.
I’m trying to, but the sight of her on my bed, hair fanning around her head like a halo, is enough to cause more than a pause in both my libido and my brain. What am I doing?
“Macs,” Teala whispers. Her voice draws me from my thoughts. She’s slid her hand in between her legs and she’s working her clit with both her middle and her pointer finger—small, fast circles. “Come finish me off.” Her voice is pleading now.
I lick my lips and taste her. That’s
what I’m doing.
“I’d say let’s sixty-nine, but I really want your undivided attention,” I say, crawling up between her thighs, kissing the inside of one and then the other before setting back to work. I halt her hand, and she gets the message straight away. “You taste so fucking good,” I growl. I need a straw. I suck her clit and slip a finger in to feel her tightness. I’m light-headed. All of the blood in my body has traveled to my dick.
“Another finger. Fuck me with two fingers,” Teala orders.
Her back is arching off the bed as I bring her closer to the brink. It’s a turn on being with a woman who knows exactly what she needs to come. It makes my job easier. Gets us to the good stuff quicker. Except I want more time with her. I could stretch this on all night long if I had my way.
“Please,” she begs.
Her eyes are focused like lasers on me and I give her what she wants. I fuck her with two of my fingers while sucking her clit at the same tempo. It doesn’t take her long once I’m double teaming her tight pussy. She comes and it’s loud and powerful. Curse words mixed with praise and incoherent sentences escape from tired lips connected to a limp, well pleasured body. Leaving one finger inside her, I release my mouth.
“You’re beautiful, Teala Smart.” And captivating, stunning, and mine. “How was that for you?” I ask, smiling at her through her legs.
Finally she tilts her head up to see me, grabs the pillow next to her, and puts it under her head. Through labored breaths she says, “I’ve been waiting for that for weeks. Mmmm, that felt so good.”
I quirk a brow and slide my finger inside her a few times. She squirms, a happy, sated grin on her face.
“Weeks? You haven’t been with anyone else either?” My hard-on is waiting and ready, and even more excited at this revelation. While I was skydiving I came to the realization that part of the reason I was so upset with my behavior was that we didn’t really set any rules. We’ve let this thing breathe on its own. There’s no one controlling it.
“You knew that,” she says, twirling the long parts of my hair in her fingers.
I like the way it feels. I swallow hard, remove my finger reluctantly, and kiss up her hard stomach, over her perfect tits, her neck, behind her ear, and finally, with the scent of her filling my senses, I kiss her lips. She squeaks out a sigh, and my heart leaps.
I can’t breathe for a second or two. I want to fuck her. My God, I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more. She sits up on her knees, but is able to keep our lips connected.
“I’m going to finish what I started in the car now.”
A proclamation I won’t argue with. Taking a mental step back from the edge, I exhale.
Yes. This will work. I can deal with this crazed feeling if she’s making me come with one wet hole on her body. It may not be the one I crave, but it will do. For tonight. “Suck. My. Dick,” I command, flashing my dimples her way.
“Like I have a choice when you ask me so nicely,” she replies, mock irritation lacing her words.
In response, I brush some of her hair back and twist the long, wet strands around my hand. She knows what comes next because she wets her lips. Good girl. I pull her head down and push her face onto my dick.
It won’t take long. Not that it would have taken that long earlier in the car, but now I have the taste of her pussy on my tongue and her ass in the air as she works those pretty fucking lips and tongue like a Jedi Master. I’d usually try to hold myself back, try to impress a woman with my ability to hang on awhile and to convince my stamina is the best of them.
“Fuck!” I hiss when she starts pumping her hand. It’s wet and warm and her mouth is nirvana. I don’t care about holding out. I let myself think about everything that’s happening. I don’t mute the moment. I turn the volume up. I live in it so fully I can’t tell where I stop and her mouth begins.
She’s humming now, her hands cupping my balls gently. It’s a well-oiled process and she stays steady, because that’s the one thing men need to come. It’s pace. And hers is slamming. Teala has showmanship while she’s sucking cock. She doesn’t hate it.
I don’t even have to push the back of her head. She swallows me all the way down in her furious pursuit of taking my pleasure. She wants it for herself, and fuck, do I want to give it to her. The sloshing noise of spit and fury surround me as her hand pumps and I lose it. With her hands on my balls, she pulls my length all the way to the back of her throat, and I let go, exploding down her throat in several hard, hot thrusts.
Eyes watering, she lets her gaze flick up to meet mine. I don’t say anything. I just breathe, or rather try to catch my breath. Slurping, Teala slides my dick out of her mouth. It feels cold and bereft. She doesn’t take her eyes off mine as she licks her lips, swallows hard, and wipes the spit off her lips with her wet hand. It’s an intimate moment that some could construe as awkward, but nothing about watching her is odd. It’s something else entirely. I want to see more of her like this. Vulnerable.
“I don’t even know what to say after that.” My voice breaks. I swallow to correct it.
She shrugs, doesn’t smile, and heads to the bathroom, saying she needs to wash her hands. When she returns, I’m still kneeling in the same fucking spot, trying to figure out my next move. Our next move.
“You don’t have to look at me like that. There’s nothing wrong with you. My blow jobs are always the crowd pleaser.” She walks to her bag, still naked. She tries not to meet my eyes.
I frown. “I don’t want to think about you sucking some other dude’s dick right now,” I reply, grimacing. “You only suck my dick now.”
“Oh,” she says, turning her head to look at me. Her pretty face looks startled. “I guess I didn’t think about it that way.”
She wouldn’t. I wouldn’t either, if I wasn’t going through some weird fucking hang-up over here. She obviously has her head on straight. For the first time since she entered, I catch her looking around, her gaze landing on certain things in my room. I approach her because I want her lips on mine. She has other ideas because she walks up to one of my bags packed for our next trip.
“It’s huge,” she says. “Where are you going next?”
“It’s a dead hooker,” I reply.
Teala scrunches up her nose.
“That’s what the bag is called because you can fit a person in there.”
She laughs, but I can tell she’s waiting for an answer to her other question. “Why a hooker?”
I shrug. “We love sex?”
“Ah. I see.” She runs her hand over the dusty bag in the corner of my room and makes her way to the window.
“I deploy shortly to somewhere in the Middle East. These bags are for CQB,” I say and then decide to amend for the military newbie. “It’s where we practice clearing rooms using our guns and gear and stuff.”
She nods.
“It’s one of our longer, more important trips. Usually it’s two to three weeks.”
She asks another question about training and deployment, and I answer her honestly. We’re both naked, uninhibited by bare skin. It feels personal and while I’m giving her all of these details about my real life, it almost feels like a violation.
She gets in my bed and pulls back the covers. “At least I don’t have to worry about your sheets being vagina juiced.” She laughs.
“They’re probably covered in more come than the Playboy I had under my mattress as a teenager,” I retort.
She sighs in a contented whisper, calls me a liar, and lies down. I can’t help it. I get in next to her and prop my head on my hand while staring at her. She is this weird, new prop in my fucking bed.
“I hope you realize our date isn’t over yet. I need to assess your finger fucking skills. No mouth,” she quips.
I’d almost say she was joking, but for the carnal appetite shining in her eyes.
“Ah, we’re just getting started,” I say. Just to make sure she knows I’m good on my word, I slip my hand in between her thighs and find h
er clit.
She opens for me, grinning.
With a quiet moan, she closes her eyes. “This has to be the best no sex date I’ve ever had.”
It is the best date I’ve ever been on. I make her come again while watching her face. She likes when I stroke her G-spot and pinch her nipples. I like her hands and mouth more than I’ve ever liked anything else. I excuse myself from my own bedroom to grab a couple of bottles of water from the fridge in the kitchen. I drink another beer instead, taking a moment to myself.
The newly painted walls seem to close in on me a touch. I’m rattled, terrified by whatever the fuck is happening between us. She calls my name in her sweet sing-song voice, and then asks if I can eat her out again—her nasty, perfect words ricocheting down the hallway.
And I forget to be scared about anything except the fact that I may not be able to come a third time in one afternoon.
Oh, the fucking horror.
Chapter Thirteen
Teala
I’ve never felt as well fucked as I did when Macs dropped me off at my apartment that night. He offered to let me spend the night, but I had to get home to my mom. I knew she wouldn’t care if I left her alone for a night, but I’d have to answer more questions than I’m ready to. Questions I’m not even sure I know how to answer. Macs was a different person today.
I’m lying in my bed, staring at the black ceiling, wondering what in the ever-loving fuck I’m going to do about the problem at hand. He asked me to spend the night. I’m in deep water, or deep something.
I’m falling for him, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s definitely warming up to me. Or at least the idea of a relationship with me. He asked me to accompany him to visit his parents. We leave this weekend. It’s a little bit of a drive and I’m already giddy at the prospect of being trapped in his car with him for any length of time. The unfortunate part is that this is officially a date we can mess around again, and we’ll be at his parents’ house. The date after that, Charlotte and Jasmine said is officially deemed the sex date.
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