A Force of Nature

by Kara Liane

  Everly

  Brent rolled the condom down his long, thick, delicious shaft, and I licked my lips at the sight. I wasn’t big on dirty talk, but he brought out a side of me that was even new to my ears.

  For fuck’s sake, we all know I’m no prude or saint by any means, but this man made me want to be a filthy, even more foul-speaking, slutty girl.

  I wanted him to push so hard and deep into me that I could taste him in my mouth. I wanted to be backdoored and worked over. I wanted to be his cum dumpster. I wanted his rigid digit to keep sliding in and out of me and make me scream and cream until my bed was ruined.

  Who am I?

  I was fucking Everly Reynolds, that’s who. And I was Brent’s bitch. Okay, I realize I may have taken the language a little too far, but the feelings were indescribable. He was with me in body, mind, and spirit. I had already had one orgasm, and I was poised for another. This multiple-orgasm thing was going to be addictive; I could see that happening for sure. I definitely regretted not sleeping with Brent all those months ago; tonight there would be no room for regrets, apologies, or dwelling on the past. I wanted to move forward. And we would. Together.

  Once he had sheathed himself, he moved from the side of the bed to position himself on top of me once more. I could feel the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. It was the most sinful feeling, knowing I would be completely and fully taken by him. He lined his long, thick rod up with my entrance, and I gasped before he even pushed in. I was eager and impatient. I never knew I could feel like that about someone. After all those years of being lonely, I didn’t even know I wanted something like him. He made me want everything.

  Just the tip pushed into me, and my slick opening greedily held him there as I shuddered and quivered from his hardness. He was steel. He was perfect.

  He closed his eyes, and I couldn’t help but stare at him. I knew he was trying to go slow. I didn’t want slow, though. I knew this was something more than just a fuck, but I needed it hard and fast, to feel him lodged within my body. I spread my legs wide in welcome so he could get in as far as possible as soon as he felt ready to push on through. I wanted him to ram into me with the force I knew he could bring.

  His eyelids opened, and the smokiest, most smoldering look greeted me. I gave him what I’d like to think of as a signature sultry smile, to let him know to proceed. It was like we were both in tune. He knew what I needed, because the next thing he did was shove his cock forward through my tight passage—he did it so hard, in fact, that it would have hurt if I weren’t already prepared. I cried out in pleasure. He held himself there for a moment so I could adjust to the thickness and length of him. He was by far the biggest man I’d ever been with. I know some girls say size doesn’t matter . . . but my God, it does matter! Now that I knew what heaven was like, how would I ever move on from those Pearly Gates? I realized I had been kidding myself all these years. Everything else was just a lay, a fuck. This was transcendent.

  I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and held on as he slowly moved in and out of me. He had his face buried in my neck, so I moved my mouth to his ears and went to town. Nibbling the lobes produced the sexiest sounds from his lips. He was breathing hard into my neck, and I’m sure my hair was in wild tangles. His breath was frantic. I loved that mussed look, though, that I knew we’d both be wearing afterward. And even though his hair was short, he’d have that “just fucked” appearance when I got through with him. Our bodies were already slick with sweat—another reminder of what we were doing. I caressed his back with my hands. He was moving so slowly, it was almost unnerving. I knew he could be gentle and sweet, but I had expected raunchy, dirty, and fast this first time. Mostly because I knew we were both deprived, desperate, and starved.

  The way he moved me, literally and metaphorically, made it all the more apparent to me that I was falling harder and deeper for him. Tears came to my eyes knowing he was touching me in every way possible—deep, so very deep. The way we were joined told me everything I needed to know. I didn’t want to be one of those chicks who depended on another person, but I felt like I needed him as much as he needed me.

  It was utterly clear that I was faced with the unknown. My future had a big question mark hanging over it. That’s probably why I never let anyone truly “in.” Once they’re in, that means they become a part of you. But too late in this case. Brent was a part of me already. Question mark be damned and cursed to the pits of hell.

  I loved him.

  That realization was an eye-opener that was both freeing and terrifying.

  I locked my legs around his midsection and dug my heels into his buttocks so I could draw him deeper into me. I was getting good leverage, and I could kind of set the pace too. I arched my back as he sucked on my neck. I licked and sucked his ear again, and this time, I could taste the saltiness of his skin. The perspiration from our lovemaking and the soap from the shower were intoxicating. Pheromones were definitely swirling all around us. It was delicious to experience this. It spoke volumes about the lust I had developed for him.

  He started to move a little faster, and I was becoming more and more wet. My pussy was hugging his cock more and more firmly too. As he moved in and out, it was getting harder and harder to let go. I wanted him to stay in me—permanently. Together, in this position, we were safe. No one could touch us!

  I loved his taste, his smell, his sounds, his beauty. Brent was a beautiful man. I know he had a beautiful body and mind, but the biggest, most beautiful heart accompanied all that. I was so glad I had never married. I was so glad I went through all those losers to get to the prize at the end. I kept reaffirming to myself and the world that he had been worth the wait.

  I think his self-control had considerably waned, because he began moving like a piston in and out of me, at a rapid speed. I could not keep up. My heels were even getting sweaty from his skin, and they were slipping off his scrumptious cheeks. The overwhelming jackhammering of his dick jolted my senses, and brought me back to the moment. I was in complete and total ecstasy.

  “Sweetheart, how do you want me to come? Or really I should be asking, which position do you want to be in when I come?” he asked with barely contained urgency.

  I wanted to tell him to stay just where he was. But I suddenly felt like trying another position too, because it wasn’t one I normally tried. Doggy-style wasn’t usually my thing. With most of the guys I’d been with, it wasn’t an option; I didn’t like them feeling like they had the upper hand. I knew with Brent, it wouldn’t be that way. We’d also have plenty of time to do cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, sixty-nine, and every other conceivable position again and again after tonight—or whenever we both recovered from this round.

  “Brent. Oh God! I want you to take me from behind. I want you to ram into me and slap my ass. Make it red, Brent,” I begged.

  He groaned almost as if he were in pain. I knew the statement I had just delivered hit him right between the eyes; well, the fly’s eyes, that is. The time had long since passed for any sweet, gentle lovemaking. This was the ride I needed and wanted so desperately. I wanted to feel wild, vibrant, on fire, and like a live wire. I knew he could give that to me. He could do anything.

  We could do anything. We could be everything to each other. He brought out the side of me that made me want to be his dirty girl. He pulled out quickly from my cunt, and we both groaned and agonized over the loss of our connection. I knew it was only temporary, but it was still torture not to have him in me.

  I sat up, then turned over so I was on all fours. I took a deep breath. I was in such a vulnerable position. I knew full well Brent would be kind—and that I was the one who wanted him to take me that way. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth. I could feel his big, strong hands on my hips. He moved them down to rub the globes of my ass. I was on full display for him, and I enjoyed that he was admiring his view. I knew this had to be an erotic scene for him; most guys loved a spread pussy on display.

  “Mmm, m
mm, mmm. You have the prettiest and tightest little ass—to match your pretty pussy. Fuck, Ev, I’m going to lose my mind here,” he groaned out in that sex-dripped voice.

  I continued to breathe. I let him continue to take in the view and rub me back there while he got ready to finish the round. I expected him to ram into me any second, but instead he delivered a smack on my left side that had to have left his palm stinging. I felt it everywhere. I yelped, and my pussy clenched along with my cheeks. Oh my God, it was glorious! I was sure a nice red handprint was evident already, but I moaned knowing he had done what I asked.

  “Fuck yeah, I’m your dirty girl. Smack me again,” I moaned out.

  I didn’t even know what the hell I was saying. I dropped my head to the bed and bit the comforter when he smacked my cheek again, but on the right side. I know it was unintelligible, garbled verbiage I kept repeating as he caressed the globes and gave me two more smacks on each side. My ass was on fire, but in a good way. I knew it would be smarting the next day, but I would deal with it then. All I knew now was that I felt alive, just like I wanted to be. He could make me feel a million different things—no one else had ever come close.

  My cunt was probably glistening and overflowing with honey. I had never been so turned on in my life. I cannot believe I managed to hold myself off, but I know it’s because I wanted to come around Brent’s cock the next time. He ran his fingers up my slit and kept going all the way to my back door. He continued his exploration right up the seam of my ass, lightly touching the forbidden rosette. I had never had anal sex. I was game, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew it wouldn’t be tonight. I’d have a lot of preparation to do before that experience could happen, otherwise he’d rip me apart. I think he was just trying to give me pleasure and test me in the moment. I heard him growl as he rubbed the tight ring of muscle around my asshole.

  “Have you ever been fucked back here, Ev?” he questioned.

  I was shaking and quaking because of the intensity of how and where he was touching me.

  “I asked you a question, Ev,” he stated.

  Wow. This was the side of him I knew was there, just simmering below the surface: the true alpha male. I didn’t by any means think he was a dom, but I could tell if he ever ventured down that path, he would skip the rudimentary beginner’s class and go straight to advanced placement. I didn’t know if it was because he was a military man, or if it just came naturally to him, but he was so hot when he talked that way!

  Why hadn’t I ever want to be taken like that before? I already knew my answer. Because it was never Brent before.

  “I’m waiting, Ev. And I’m getting impatient back here—on all counts,” he spit out.

  I knew he wasn’t mad; it was more that he was impatient, like he said.

  Why am I in such a stupor?

  I breathed in shakily and finally replied, “No, I haven’t. I’ve never wanted to before. Well . . . I never wanted to before with anyone else, that is. I do want to, though. With you.”

  He didn’t say anything for a few moments. We were both paralyzed in place. I assumed he was thinking.

  Finally, I felt him lean down to my ass. He kissed me on my left buttock. I jumped a bit because I was so confused by what he was doing.

  “God, you’re so fucking perfect. I don’t think I can tell you in words how lucky I feel to be with you. You’re everything, Ev. I want to take your ass. But it won’t be tonight. I can tell you, though, when we work up to it and finally get to do it, it will be one of the most pleasurable sensations of your life. And I can’t wait to share that with you. But for now, I need that pretty pussy so badly. I need to come in you and have you spray your juices all over my cock. If I don’t have you soon, I may fucking go postal. Oh no! I didn’t mean to make a bad joke!” He laughed.

  I felt some more liquid flow out of my channel. His words were wicked, naughty, and lethal. He had made me come with his tongue—without ever actually touching me because of that incredible mouth. He was a talented son of a bitch, and all mine! I moaned in response to him. He placed his hands back on my hips in order to effectively position me. I tossed my head from side to side in anticipation. This was going to be the wildest ride yet. He inhaled deeply, probably to center himself before he plowed forward—and probably because he could smell my arousal permeating the room.

  I put my face to the mattress to brace for him. He once again lined up our sexes and, without a warm-up of any sort, just shoved his full length right into my pussy. He was ramming in and out so hard, I figured I’d have to go on a search-and-rescue mission for my nose ring in the morning from my face mashed into the bed. But the beast was unleashed, and I lost it. I screamed and orgasmed more intensely than I thought was humanly possible. I wanted to tear down the walls. It was completely overwhelming. He had claimed my body.

  I didn’t feel powerless in that position; I felt invigorated and on top of the world. I screamed and cried out for so long, I didn’t realize he had come too until he slumped over my body and started kissing my back. I definitely felt the weight of him, given the way our bodies were pressed together, but I couldn’t even voice a complaint. Somewhere in the barely conscious state I was hovering in, I was taking in everything. On a conscious level, well, this girl still needed recovery time.

  We both literally fell over sideways onto the bed.

  Goddamn, this man is a machine!

  He had to be some kind of military experiment. There was no way a man like him could exist and just be walking the earth freely, able to fuck like that.

  How the hell has he not been kidnapped and held prisoner by some obsessed woman?

  I would consider turning to a life of crime if it meant I got to be with his cock each and every day. My DSLs—ahem, dick-sucking lips—would never leave his cock to even come up for air. He could beast-mode it and make me a wet mess of ecstasy anytime I needed it.

  Okay, I blame him completely for my current lack of rational thought.

  I finally turned over to face him. We kissed softly on the lips. It was the sweetest of gestures, and confirmed that I had met my perfect match. The last thing I remember before dozing off was that I was warm, safe, and happy. I couldn’t imagine not feeling the same way with him whenever we were together. As I said, I couldn’t survive being apart now that he was in my heart. There, with him, I found my happy place: the home I had been searching for and didn’t even know it.

  I had found him—and he had given me the royal treatment.

  Chapter 16: Concoction

  Brenneth

  During our first encounter, Ev and I collectively orgasmed more times than I could count. We finally passed out from our lovemaking. It was the most magnificent feeling to be sated, happy, and content. I woke up the next morning—well, hell, after glancing at my watch, I realized it was the afternoon, actually. Anyway, I woke up the next afternoon with Ev still wrapped around my body. Our legs were tangled together, and it was the most amazing feeling to recognize that she was pressed to me in a possessive way. The air smelled like pussy and dick, and I breathed in the cucumber-melon fragrance on her sweet skin. I moved my lips back and forth across the crown of her head, enjoying the feeling of having her snuggled up to me.

  I didn’t want to move. I was quite comfortable. Her bed had the softest sheets and comforter I ever slept between.

  Damn, I have to get a set of this shit for my own bed.

  I don’t think I’d ever slept so well in my life. No nightmares, no restless sleeping, just absolute fucking peace for once. I don’t think it was just the bed, though. I think it was Ev. She calmed me. Well, shit, of course she could rile me up easier than a rattlesnake being shaken in a bag, but she could also soothe me on a level I couldn’t comprehend. I needed her, plain and simple.

  I really did want to talk to her about important things, but so far I hadn’t been able to see past my lust. Of course she was the most important, precious thing to me. But when you’ve been on a deployment and deprived of basic things like
sex for months on end, well, your mind teeters on a dangerous tightrope—you’re literally on the verge of madness. In the end, lust will always win out—for me, there was no hope so long as I was around that particular woman.

  There were so many questions on the table, I didn’t even know where to begin with her. She hadn’t stirred yet, so I was left thinking about all that needed to be addressed. I was trying to figure out how to casually bring up the text message she had received, since she seemed distressed about it. It may have been nothing, but nevertheless, I was going to be a protective bastard now that she was mine. I also wanted to get to know her better. If we were ever going to do that, then we’d have to talk about actually having a relationship, one that hinged on us working things out and coming clean with each other about our faults.

  I didn’t need—or want—every damn detail about her past, but I needed enough to get an idea of what she had been through. In return, she deserved to know why I was so fucked up; I owed her that. After we’d shown our respective hands and played our cards strategically, I would certainly tell her that I wanted her to get on birth control, if she wasn’t already. I would also tell her that we wouldn’t use condoms going forward. I had vowed last night that we would never let them come between us again; the box was practically empty anyway—and riding bareback was a must. Additionally, I had to find out how bad her panic attacks were. I was afraid I’d send her into one if I brought up painful subjects, but I also wanted to be there to catch her if she fell. I had never forgotten the one she had the night before I left. But she couldn’t hide from me forever. It was quite evident we both had shit going on in our heads, and I was more than willing to navigate through it together—if she was.

  We needed to figure out how our relationship could be ops-normal. I didn’t know anything outside of the military, and she had mentioned her overall history with the military was brief. So, we would both have a lot to work on in terms of adjusting to each other’s lives. I was a newbie, or FNG—fucking new guy—at relationships. I suspected Everly wasn’t much more advanced in that department than myself. There was other shit to talk about too. Just thinking about contemplating all the topics I knew we should discuss made my head pound.