by Terry Towers
She could feel her cheeks grow warm again. There was a little hint of shyness, but it was mostly due to the need that was still raging within her. Feeling him come in her mouth, unloading everything he had, had made her hornier than she’d been in a long time, and she needed release. Her pussy was aching, screaming out for him to fill her and give her release.
Picking her up, he plunked her back down on the bed. She began to crab crawl backwards, but he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her back down the end of the bed. Slipping her legs over his shoulders, he lowered himself to his knees before her until his mouth was level with her pussy.
Taking his time, he began a string of kisses that began at her ankle and gradually made their way upwards, to her knee and then inner thigh. The closer he got to the apex between her legs, the harder she’d squirm.
“Grant…” She closed her eyes and flopped back against the bed. There was no point trying to struggle. But fuck, the pleasure he could bring with his fingers and tongue was legendary. Truth was, she wanted him between her legs worshipping her pussy and making her come over and over again. She wanted it more than she wanted her next breath.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he murmured against the ivory flesh of her thigh. His mouth was getting so close that she could feel his warm breath on her moist core.
She had no answer. Couldn’t think of one if she tried as his lips reached their destination and he brushed his lips against her labia. “Ohhh.”
He chuckled as he moved back and his mouth was replaced by his fingers. He parted her wet folds, exposing her clit. A finger slipped between her folds, making several passes that had her jerking and moaning, before stopping at her clit and beginning the divine torture.
His fingers were like magic, pinching and rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger with the perfect amount of pressure to make her scream out and claw at his back attempting to have him release the building pressure within her.
But he wasn’t to be deterred. Instead, he began to alternate stroking her clit with sinking his magical digits deep within her. Arching her back, she savoured the waves of pleasure that were travelling down her spine to explode between her legs.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take another moment, his fingers were gone leaving her dazed and confused. Her eyes fluttered open and she was about to lift her head to see what was the matter when his fingers were replaced with his tongue. She cried out loud as his tongue travelled the length of her slit, while clutching at the blanket under her and closing her eyes once more.
Grant’s tongue ran the length of her again, taking a moment to circle her swollen nub before going back to it’s chore. The need within her continued to build, but this time it was coming faster to the peak then before. He stopped lapping her juices and spread her wide seconds before his tongue thrust into her.
“You taste so good baby.”
She couldn’t answer; she barely registered he’d said anything. All she could do was buck against his tongue as he began to thrust in and out, while his fingers went back to working her clit. Higher and higher she climbed the summit of her desire at a dizzying, rapid pace.
“I don’t think…” What she meant to say was that she couldn’t take the pleasure another minute. But she didn’t need to. Suddenly, the relief she’d been needing so badly came and she screamed out as a gush of her juices greeted his greedy tongue. He lapped up her juices before as she quivered on the mattress. Her mind was muddy and head spinning.
It wasn’t until he removed himself from between her legs that she was able to open her eyes and through a haze look up at him.
“I hope you’re not tired yet, otherwise it’s going to be a long night,” he stated with the cocky grin on his lips that she both loved and hated as he leaned over and kissed her. His lips tasted of her, driving her mad with need all over again.
Dear God, she’d never be able to get enough of this. Of him.
~*~ TT ~*~
Grant
This was the hardest part of leaving. It never used to be hard, but now that he had Nikki and Jasmine in his life, leaving them behind for an undisclosed amount of time was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. At least it felt that was as he placed Jasmine back in her crib and gave her one final kiss on the forehead before turning and heading into the bedroom to wake Nikki, a trace of a tear formed at the corner of his eyes. Jesus, he was getting soft.
He wiped the wetness away with the back of his hand. He needed to be strong; if he wasn’t, then Nikki would be a damned mess. She needed strength and assurance that it was no big deal. And it wasn’t. He was coming home. It was just like every other mission.
He paused at the entranceway of their bedroom and watched Nikki sleep for a couple of minutes. It had taken a long time for her to finally go to sleep the previous night. As he crossed the room to her, he felt guilty for waking her from what appeared to be a sound sleep. Even though she pretended she was fine, he’d felt the wetness as her tears fall onto his bare shoulder despite her assurances that she was fine and that he was mistaking sweat for tears.
Fat chance in that.
As he sat down on the bed next to her, his hand hesitated before reaching out and giving her shoulder a gentle shake. If he didn’t wake her and just left without saying a final goodbye, she’d never let him live it down. Of course, if she spent the time while he was away hating him rather than missing him, would that be such a bad thing? The latter would guarantee less tears, wouldn’t it?
“Nikki, wake up, honey.” He gave her a gentle shake.
She failed to respond, but instead started to softly snore. Laughing, he gave her shoulder a harder shake. “Nikki, I’ve got to go soon.”
“Grant?” Slowly, she opened her eyes and stared up at him. As she recognized her husband, a smile began to form, but as quickly as the smile appeared it disappeared again.
“I’ve got to go soon,” he said, no doubt confirming her fears.
“Oh.” Her gaze fell, and she avoided eye contact as she sat up and stretched. “How much longer?”
“The car will be here in about fifteen minutes.” He stood and offered her a hand.
“I see.” Taking his hand, she slipped from the bed. “You’re all ready then?”
“I am.” Keeping her hand in his, he led her downstairs and into the living room. The window of the living room gave him a great view of the driveway. She knew he was ready, she’d watched him pack. “I’ll call you as much as possible, but I’m honestly not sure how frequently it’ll be.”
She nodded. She understood. This wasn’t her first rodeo. “I know you’ll do your best.”
Sitting on the sofa, she curled up against his side and snuggled in tight.
“Is there anything you need to discuss with me before I go? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” He chuckled trying to lighten the mood, but the best he could get out of her was a weak smile.
“I think we have it all covered.”
“All but the waiting.”
She nodded again.
He didn’t bother saying anything more. There was nothing to say except for the final goodbye and I love you. She was so soft against him, and despite their night of lovemaking there was still a faint smell from the apple shampoo she liked to use. He brushed his cheek against her soft hair and tightened his grip on her, attempting to burn the feeling of her next to him into his memory. He had to. The memory needed to last him until he came back home to her.
The sound of tires rolling down the driveway came to quickly for his liking. Looking down at his watch, he confirmed that they were right on time. Of course they were; he’d expect nothing less.
“It’s them, isn’t it,” she asked not opening her eyes or bothering to look out the widow.
“It is.” He released a loud sigh and reluctantly pulled himself from her embrace. “Which means it’s time for me to go.”
“Yeah.” She stood with him and walked him to the front door where his suitcase was already sitting awa
iting him. The expression on her face was breaking his heart. Fuck, he hated leaving.
Standing before her, he lowered his mouth and brushed his lips across hers. It took a moment for her to respond, but eventually she did parting her lips and welcoming him in. Accepting her invitation, his tongue slipped past her lips and took a few moments to duel with hers.
Her hands fisted the front of his black t-shirt pulling him closer. Slipping his hands around her waist he kissed her as though he’d never kiss her again. Savouring the taste of her as he had the feel of her next to him minutes prior.
A knock at the door brought them both back to reality and he pulled away. “I’ll be home soon.”
Tears formed in her eyes and she didn’t even attempt to hide them as she sniffed and swiped at her eyes. “I know.”
Cupping her face in his hands, he tilted her head up so they were eye to eye. “I love you Nikki. You and Jasmine mean everything to me and it’s never been this hard to leave you. Leave you both.”
“I know. I love you too, Grant. Just come back to me. Promise me.” Her blue eyes begged him for the reassurance.
“I promise.”
Another round of knocks came at the door, followed by a male voice calling out. “Agent Rivers, we need to leave immediately.”
“One moment,” he called back through the closed door.
Stealing one final kiss, he gave her a final smile of reassurance and prayed she’d believe him. “Until later, babes.”
Reluctant to let her go, he had to. Stepping away from her, he grabbed the handle of his suitcase with one hand while opening the door with the other. Walking out the door, he didn’t look back. He couldn’t, otherwise he feared he’d never be able to leave. Leaving them – even if just for a short time – was tearing him apart, more than he could have ever anticipated.
Maybe this’ll be my last mission, he mused getting into the back seat of the car and driving away. Just maybe.
To Be Continued…
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Excerpt from
Seeking Prince Charming
By
Terry Towers
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Chapter 1
“I’m going to assume you’ve lost your mind. Are you really this desperate?” Abagail Carpenter asked her best friend, Chloe, who was showing her the dating profile of a man she was planning on meeting.
Chloe Bennett’s green eyes looked up from the profile and shrugged, pushing a lock of her black hair out of her eyes. “People go out on dates with people they meet on online dating sites all the time, Abby.”
“Yeah, but you don’t know anything about this guy.” She motioned to the profile, which was devoid of a picture or any type of physical description. “You don’t know his name, there’s no photo, you don’t even know what he looks like.”
“Looks aren’t the most important thing. We’ve talked…”
“You’ve texted back and forth and sent some emails,” Abby corrected. “You’ve heard of the term catfish, haven’t you? This guy or girl or whatever could be some pedophile. Or he could be looking to hook some foolish woman and rob her of all her money.”
“I’m 19 so I think I might be a little bit old for a pedophile to be interested. And I’m a to-be college student so how much money could he really rob me of?”
“Or a rapist!” Abagail continued, not fazed by my rebuttal. “You could be setting yourself up to be raped!”
“Oh for the love of God, Abby, stop being so melodramatic.” Chloe motioned toward the computer screen. “I feel like I know him, ya know? Besides, I’m meeting him at the coffee shop at the park.” A wide grin spread across her glossed lips. “We have it planned. We’re both going to wear red scarves. His idea. Isn’t that romantic?”
Abagail shook her head, her blonde ponytail whipping back and forth behind her head. “No, I don’t know what you mean. And no, it’s weird. I meet men the normal way and so could you if you’d just come out of your shell a little bit.”
I cocked a brow up at Abagail. “So you suggest I sneak into bars with you hoping to snag some jackass who’s only looking for a night of fun instead?” It was something Abagail was notorious for.
Abagail’s cheeks turned rosy. “That’s not the only way. Besides, in a couple of months we’ll be college girls! Think of all the hot college men we can have our pick of.”
Chloe huffed. Abagail might be able to pick up guys face to face, but she wasn’t plagued with chronic shyness. While Abagail would go from guy to guy, dating the majority of the hot guys from their high school, Chloe played sidekick, sometimes dating the friend of the guy she was into. Usually that friend was also chronically shy and one thing Chloe had learned over the years was that two shy and introverted, teenaged strangers did not a fun night make.
Turning off the computer, Chloe pushed her chair back, nearly running over her friend’s bare toes in the process. “How about instead of being negative you help me pick out an outfit?” Standing, Chloe made her way over to her room with her roommate in tow and went directly to her small walk-in closet and opened it wide. “I have to look perfect.”
~*~*~*~
“She’s going to be a complete dogface, you realize that, man?” Corey Harrington stated from the sofa of their fraternity’s living room, before taking a drink from his can of beer. Normally their fraternity house would be buzzing with people; for some reason tonight was an exception. “Every person I’ve talked to who has gone on an Internet date has said the same thing. They don’t look like their picture.”
Reed flopped himself into an armchair adjacent to his friend Corey, grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on the large-screen television mounted on the wall, flipping through the channels until he came to the football game. Satisfied with his channel selection he tossed the remote back onto the coffee table and grabbed a beer.
“That’s where I have you beat. There was no picture.” He sat back, taking a drink, waiting for his friend’s reaction. This oughtta to be good, he thought, amused, as his friend’s expression took on one of disbelief.
“Are you fucking with me? Out of all the girls who would love to go out with you, you’re going on a date with some chick you don’t even have a remote idea what she looks like? She’s going to be either some wrinkled-up cougar looking for a young piece of ass or a really, really big girl… Not that there’s anything wrong with that. They just aren’t my thing.”
Reed laughed. Corey was such a vain son-of-a-bitch.
“Come on man. We’re good looking guys on the lacrosse team. Ask out one of the cheerleaders. That redhead is fucking wild in the sack from what I hear. And I noticed her eyeing you during the last game.”
“Maybe I’m looking for something a little more substantial than a quick lay. This chick seems to get me. And she’s going to be attending our college for the winter semester. If this works out it’ll be great. She and her roommate just moved here a couple of months ago and, get this, she’s from my hometown.” He shrugged. “Maybe I knew her. That would be cool. Even if it didn’t work out, we could at least catch up.”
“Well, if she was from your hometown then why didn’t you get her name? You could have at least Googled her.”
“Because it’s against the rules of the site. The whole site is based around the fact that you are to get to know the person for who they are before you know what they look like. You know, see what’s inside before judging the outside.”
“Yeah, but what if what’s inside is 300 pounds of fat?”
“You’re impossible, man.”
Corey looked at him, his expression grim. “No, you’re insane. Don’t come complaining to me when Dogface starts stalking you.” He downed the remainder of his beer and grabbed a second from the coffee table, pulling open the tab.
Reed laughed. “You’re suc
h a dick. No wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend.”
Corey snorted. “I don’t want a girlfriend. I’m not tying myself down until I’m old and flaccid.”
“No woman will want you once you’re old and flaccid.”
Corey shrugged. Losing interest in the conversation, he redirected his attention to the football game.
~*~*~*~
Oh my god, what if Abagail is right? What if this guy is some sort of perv or… Okay, no. I’m not going to think like this. It’s going to be all right. Chloe looked at the coffee shop from the driver’s seat of her car. She was supposed to meet her mystery man at 1pm. She’d been sitting there for over half an hour watching for a single man to enter wearing a red scarf. With each minute that grew closer to the time they were to meet her nervousness increased.
What if he’s standing me up? Maybe he’s doing the same thing as I am, waiting to see the girl with the red scarf. If he doesn’t like what he sees he’ll just stand me up. The thought didn’t help her nervousness, not one iota.
She looked down at her watch. It was currently 12:55pm. Chloe looked back up in time to see the back of a tall, lean, blonde-haired man entering the coffee shop, the tail end of the red scarf he was wearing flying behind him. The coffee shop had tinted windows so the patrons could see out, but you couldn’t see in. It wouldn’t be until she actually walked into the coffee shop that she’d get a full view of her date for the day.
With a sigh, Chloe slumped back into the car seat. She wasn’t stood up. But a new terror struck her; now that he was in the coffee shop he’d be able to watch every step she took until she got into the shop, scrutinizing every inch of her in her dark blue jeans and black turtleneck, and of course the red scarf.
You’re overthinking this. Just fucking do it, she coached herself, grabbing open the car door and stepping out. It’s a date. No big deal. Not even a date really, more like a meet and greet.
