by Jessica Ashe
I flip through channels on the television, barely able to keep my attention on anything for longer than five minutes. Am I nervous? Is this what it feels like to be nervous? Maybe anxious is a better word. It sounds a little less cowardly.
I don’t need to be nervous. Elena wants me and this night is going to end with us fucking. The only question is whether it happens at her place or mine?
With just ten minutes to go, I peek through her bedroom window and see her casually throwing on a top before heading back downstairs. She’s calm and relaxed; why am I so tense? I’m the one who should be throwing on my clothes ten minutes beforehand, and she should be dressed three hours early.
This is fucked up, and I don’t like it.
I head over to Elena’s. The twenty-second walk from my front door to hers feels like an eternity. Do guys still give flowers and chocolates on first dates? I had assumed we were too old for that, but now I’m not so sure. Oh well, it’s a bit late to be worrying about that now. Not unless I plan on giving her a handful of weeds from my garden and a half-eaten fun-sized bar of chocolate.
Sadie answers the door. “Elena, Tanner is here.”
“Coming,” I hear from somewhere in the kitchen.
“Listen, Tanner—”
“You’re not going to give me a lecture on treating her with respect and all that stuff are you?”
“God no, nothing of the sort. I was just going to say that if, hypothetically, you were to come back here after your date, I will be going to bed early and sleeping with earplugs in if you get my drift. I’m also a very heavy sleeper.”
“Good to know,” I reply.
“Ignore whatever she’s saying,” Elena says as she slips on her shoes and steps out the door.
Then I commit the cardinal sin. I can’t believe I do it. I’m usually so good, so careful.
I stare at her chest. I can’t help it; her tits look utterly fantastic in a tight top that pushes them up and together. She’s dressed casually in a pair of jeans, but God damn, she pulls it off better than any other woman I’ve ever known.
She catches me looking, which is hardly surprising because I’m incredibly obvious. I’m practically drooling.
“Eyes up, mister,” Elena says gently.
“You two could just cancel the date and spend the evening in Elena’s bedroom,” Sadie suggests from the doorway.
“Goodbye, Sadie,” Elena says sternly.
“Is it too late to say I was just admiring the pattern on your top?” I ask, once we’re in my car.
“Afraid so.”
“I’m not going to be the only one staring at them. Where we’re going, you’re going to get quite a lot of attention.”
“Where are we going? You still haven’t told me.”
“Oh yeah. We’re going somewhere to let off a little steam.”
“That’s incredibly vague.”
“I’m going to teach you how to shoot.”
“Shoot? As in with guns?”
“That’s the plan, although I can try and find an archery place if you prefer a bow and arrow.”
“I’ve learned to shoot at work. Sort of.”
“You told Sadie your instructor was horrid and that he’s been put on leave for sexually assaulting one of the women. Without wanting to brag, I’m willing to bet I’m a much better tutor.”
“So long as you teach me something and don’t spend the entire time looking for ways to grope me, you’ll be a big improvement.”
“Um… sure. No groping. Got it. So you’re up for it?”
“Yeah. I’m not a big fan of guns, but I need to be trained for work. What the hell, it could be fun.”
* * *
I used to come to the range once a week and recognize half the people here. Now I come by so rarely that everyone is a stranger. It’s a decent crowd though; mainly ex-military types like myself, or retired cops who need to discharge their weapon occasionally.
“What type of weapon do you use at work?” I ask.
“It’s… um… one of those small ones. A handgun.”
“Okay, that’s not really narrowing it down much.” I point to some of the weapons on display, until Elena sees one she recognizes. “That’s a Glock 22. It’s a good weapon.”
We rent a Glock 22 and a Beretta M9, which is the gun I keep at home. I could have brought my own gun with me, but something about bringing a gun along on a date seemed a bit inappropriate.
“What have you learned so far?” I ask.
“Very little. I’ve only had two sessions, and I made an excuse to leave early both times. My instructor creeps me out. Basically, I just fire the gun until it runs out of bullets and then he puts more in for me. I hit the target sometimes.”
“But you can’t reload a gun by yourself?”
She shakes her head. I know I shouldn’t stereotype, but I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl who looks less like a detective than Elena. Not just that, she looks like someone who hates the very idea of guns and would be reluctant to use one.
There’s nothing wrong with that. After years in the military, I now hate guns too and I’m reluctant to use them. The difference is I can use them if I have to. Could Elena say the same? She’s working a dangerous job, in a dangerous city. At some point she’s going to need to draw her weapon, and she’ll need to use it, or at least look like she can use it.
If her instructor didn’t teach her that, then I’m damn sure going to. It’s bad enough knowing she might be out there on the streets with criminals; I’m going to make sure she can defend herself in case I’m not there to do it for her.
I watch as Elena unloads an entire magazine towards the target at the end of our row. She’s right, she has a shit instructor. I press the button to bring the target towards us. There are a couple of holes in the right places, but far too many of the shots missed the target completely.
“I told you, I’m not very good at this.”
“You will be by the end of this date,” I promise. “Your mistakes are all easy to fix. First of all, you need to loosen your arms up a bit. You’re way too tense.”
“I was told to keep my arms stiff to prevent recoil.”
“These modern guns don’t have that much recoil. Sure, they move a bit, but you’re not going to go flying back after each shot.”
I reload the gun for Elena, but I do it slowly so she can see how it works. We set up another target and Elena again empties the magazine.
“Better,” I say as I look at the target. It is better, but not by a lot. Elena’s problem is that she’s trying to get it over with. Her first couple of shots are quite accurate, but the rest are all over the place. She’s shooting before she’s had a chance to re-aim the gun because doesn’t she enjoy firing it.
“Reload, and try again.”
Elena catches on quickly and I only need to point her in the right direction a couple of times. She’ll soon get the hang of it and be able to reload with her eyes closed. Whether she can do it under pressure, when bullets are bouncing off the walls around her, is another matter.
“Your turn,” Elena says once she’s emptied another magazine. “Firing these things is surprisingly hard work, I want to see what you can do.”
I reach down for my gun and glance at Elena’s chest again. This time I’m subtle about it. Her breasts glisten with a layer of sweat. I’d forgotten how exhausting it can be firing a gun when you’re not used to it.
I’m a little rusty myself. When was the last time I came here? It might even be six months ago. I fire a couple of practice shots to get my bearings, and then I’m quickly back in the zone. By the time I’m on my second magazine, I could hit the target with my eyes shut. This is a skill that never leaves you; sometimes I wish it would.
“Not bad,” Elena says when she looks at the target. “I reckon you could give some of the guys at work a run for their money.”
“No competition. Sorry, but there aren’t many police officers who can fire as accurately as military guys. Ex
-military guys in my case.”
“Why are you ex-military? You’re not that old.”
“Thanks.”
“I mean, clearly you could still be serving. What happened? Did you get injured?”
I consider lying, but I’m not very good at thinking up convincing lies on the spot. Besides, tonight’s date is going to end up with us fucking, so she’s bound to notice at some point.
“I got shot,” I say dispassionately.
“Holy shit, where?”
“In the thigh. It could’ve been worse. The bullet went clean through, and there were no infections or anything nasty. I got lucky, but it took a long time to heal. I needed loads of physio, and even then I wasn’t back to my best. They offered me an honorable discharge, so I took it.”
“I don’t blame you. I think once you’ve been shot, you’ve more than done what was asked of you.”
“There are plenty of people who would disagree with you, but I’ve made my decision now, and there’s no point dwelling on it.”
“Do you still need physio?”
“No, everything’s fixed now. Everything. There aren’t any problems, if you know what I mean?”
“I gathered that much from when I felt it pressing into my back earlier this week.”
I smile. “Oh yeah. I’d still like to prove to you that everything’s in working order. Maybe we should head home and double check.”
“We still have more bullets.”
“You’re going to drag this out, aren’t you?”
“You’re the one who pulled away on Thursday. Tell you what, I’ll challenge you for it. If you can beat my score with this next magazine, then we go home now. Together.”
“You’re kidding? It almost feels too easy. I could do that blindfolded.”
Elena smiles and I get the distinct impression I’m in trouble. “Blindfolded, eh? You read my mind.”
Chapter Eleven
Elena
“The date’s over, Tanner.”
“You’re not really going to make me leave, are you?”
I can’t make him leave. I don’t even want him to leave. I just know that he should leave, and with any luck he will.
“You failed at the challenge.”
“You blindfolded me and lied about how far back the target was set.”
I smile. I handicapped him as much as possible and he still nearly beat my score.
“I had fun tonight,” I admit. “But—”
“No way. I know you don’t want this to end here.”
“Oh really?”
“Really. I’ve wanted you for nearly three months. I don’t usually wait three months. Not when I want something this much.”
Tanner moves forward and presses me up against the door. His cock throbs gently against me, subtly and silently encouraging me to take him inside with me.
I’ve always hated controlling men, never understanding what women see in them. Now I get it. Tanner’s not threatening me—he’s promising me. Promising me a night of unrestricted passion. A night I won’t forget in a hurry.
I stare directly into his eyes, challenging him and myself. Can I resist this man? It becomes harder with each breath. I can feel him, smell him. My body wants so much more.
“Stop playing games,” he groans in my ear. “I want you, and I’m going to have you.”
“No,” I whimper in response. It sounds as unconvincing as it feels.
“Do you have any idea what I can do to your body?” One of his hands grazes lightly against the top of my thigh. It’s not even close to any intimate areas, but it elicits a reaction between my thighs.
“Give me five minutes,” Tanner continues, “and I’ll have your pussy coming all over my fingers. Give me an hour, and my tongue and cock will absolutely devastate your body. You’ll come so hard, so often, you won’t be able to move.”
I shouldn’t let him speak. It’s like his voice contains the power to manipulate me. Every word has me wetter and more desperate for him. I’m even slowly parting my thighs and encouraging his hand to move between my legs. I can’t control my own body.
“Are you wet already? I bet you are. I bet I could make you come just by telling you what I’m going to do to you. Here’s a taster.”
Tanner gently kisses my neck, slowly working up to my earlobe which he takes between his lips and caresses with his tongue. If he does that to my clit… my God.
He is in complete control, and that’s just what I want.
I reach behind me and open the door. We practically fall through it. Tanner grabs my thighs and carries me into the bedroom. I crash down on the bed and he’s instantly on top of me.
We kiss—or rather, he kisses me. Tanner’s determined and has a look in his eye that tells me he’s about to utterly devour me.
His lips barely leave mine as he strips me down to my underwear.
I’m nearly past the point of no return. I could stop now and quickly cover myself up. It wouldn’t be so bad. Underwear is just like a bikini really. No big deal.
Once I’m naked though… then I’ll be beyond stopping.
I’ll be his to do with as he pleases. If the look on his face is anything to go by, this is going to be the hardest fucking I’ve ever had, or even fantasized about having.
“Tanner, should—”
“Stop talking.”
He kisses me and then bites my lower lip as my punishment.
His hand reaches under my back, and with one smooth flick of the fingers, he has my bra open, peeling it off and throwing it to the floor.
He quickly moves down between my legs and plants delicate kisses on my thoroughly wet panties. I feel his tongue pressing against the fabric that clings to my folds, until he hooks his thumbs under the waistband and peels them off. They slide down my legs and end up discarded on the floor as he dives back between my thighs.
The second his tongue touches my folds, I grab a hold of the sheets and arch my back as an intense warmth spreads through my body. Any hope of staying quiet is over in a matter of seconds when he moves his tongue up to my clit and slides two fingers inside me.
I’m so wet, I can hear my excitement as his fingers slide in and out, pushing on all the right places while his lips enclose my clit and his tongue lashes against it.
I look down and watch as he devours me. I’m usually embarrassed to have a man between my legs, but the second I see the hunger in his eyes I realize I don’t have to be anymore. I push myself into him, forcing his fingers deeper inside as my pussy clenches around them.
My orgasm comes out of nowhere. There’s no slow and steady build up inside me. One second I’m rubbing my sex against Tanner’s face, and the next I’m exploding from within. I fall back on the bed, screaming, and writhing under his touch.
I’m still panting for breath when he pulls away and grabs a condom from his jeans.
My brain’s euphoric—unable to think—when he parts my legs and rubs the tip of his cock against my entrance. I look down between my legs and get a glimpse of the beast that’s about to get squeezed inside me.
Wow.
“Holy shit,” I yell, as he pushes himself into me. I tense up as he goes deeper and deeper. Whenever I think he’s completely inside me, it turns out there’s more still to come. There’s a discomfort mixed in with all the intense pleasure, but it fades away the second he leans down and kisses me.
I greedily taste my excitement on his face, until he disappears down to my chest and takes my right nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicks around it much like it had done to my clit, but then he takes it between his teeth and bites gently.
His fingers squeeze my left nipple just as hard. I moan loudly again, but instead of pushing him away, I dig my fingernails into his back, daring him to go harder.
I scream again as his hips start thrusting, moving his huge cock to unexplored parts of my body. My body takes everything he gives me and keeps craving more.
I’m squirming on the bed, but I have no control over my b
ody. Every movement, every flailing of the arms, or arching of my back, is because of him.
He’s claimed me.
I’m his now.
As if he’s reading my mind—or my body—he leans down and kisses me firmly on the lips. I put all my passion into the kiss, our lips slamming together, and our tongues fighting for territory in each other’s mouths.
I’ve given into him and he knows it.
There’s no going back now. I’m his to do with as he pleases.
For a second that drags on into eternity, he stares into my eyes as he delivers a hard thrust deep into my core, that almost has me coming again. He slows down and I wonder if he’s finished. He’s barely even started.
Tanner pulls out of me and grabs my hips, flipping me onto my front. I lift my ass into the air, but I don’t have the strength to get up on my elbows. My body is weak, and I’ve surrendered it to him.
I scream into the pillow, as our flesh slaps together loudly, making my attempts to keep quiet completely pointless. My body tingles all over as another orgasm blows through my body in a wave of pleasure that leaves me exhausted on the bed.
He leans down to kiss the back of my neck, and buries his cock deep as he comes hard inside me. He rolls off and throws away the condom while I enjoy a few beautiful minutes of satisfaction before the self-doubt comes back hard.
This can’t be the only time we fuck.
I’m going to want him again.
I might have just made a very big mistake.
Chapter Twelve
Tanner
I wake up far too fucking early.
It’s a defense mechanism. My body senses that I had sex last night, and I’m not in my own bed. It wakes me up early giving me a chance to make my escape.
Tanner, wake up, it’s urgent. You need to get out of there before you end up having brunch and going on long walks through the park.
But I’m not going anywhere today.
Elena must’ve gotten hot during the night, because she’s shuffled over to the edge of the bed and kicked most of the covers away from her. Her arm covers my view of her breasts, but there’s plenty more to enjoy. I move over as softly and quietly as I can, and gently run my fingers down the smooth skin of her back. She shivers slightly, but doesn’t wake up.
