Full Body Check

by S. E. Hall

  It’s quite a fucking show.

  And while a very big part of me is dying to chase her down and pounce, stare at that delectable ass jiggling as I pound into her from behind, I manage to resist, blinding remarkable patience from somewhere unknown; giving her plenty of time to get settled, calm and comfortable, before pursuing her. But a man can only take so damn much, and soon, I’m on the prowl… stopped cold, mid-step and speechless, when I see her.

  I am so fucked.

  I don’t know all the specifics yet — why, how fucked, or how long it’ll take to recover — but I know I am. This time, this woman… she’s gonna leave a mark.

  This time, this woman… I could stand here and stare at her all night. She’s heaven and hell, depravity and beauty, sexiest damn angel I’ve ever seen in my life. Gracelyn, stretched naked across my bed, legs bent up and back, on display for me.

  I move closer, shins bumping against the bedrail, to drink her in until I drown. “You’re unbelievable, Gracelyn. So fucking sexy. Beautiful. Both. I mean it, baby. You’re,” I gulp, “you’re a goddamn game changer.”

  And there you have it, the sappiest thoughts, to ever emasculate my brain… put right out in the open.

  Out loud.

  Where she could fucking hear them.

  So, she now knows it too — I’m so fucked.

  Not shit I can do about it now, though, and… couldn’t be helped. Something about the sweetly corrupt Gracelyn Bolton has me fumbling through new territory, completely off my game. And when I finally let my eyes drift to hers, the warm affection therein, and the small, flattered smile on her angelic face makes my spontaneous, somewhat embarrassing, outburst worth it… and then some.

  But I’m not done yet. Nope. Before I even realize, I’m spouting off again. “Just so we’re clear, you’re mine now, Gracie. I’m keeping you.”

  “Wh, what?” she whispers and snickers at the same time.

  “You heard me. Mine. For as long as you’re here, in town, you’re here with me.”

  She’ll probably fight me on this later, any sane person would, but for right now, she’s only worried with perching herself up on her elbows and slowing her breathing. Enough to say, in the cutest little whimper, “Brewer, please…”

  The corner of my mouth twitches with primal pride, and as smokin’ fucking hot as it is to hear her beg, the patience I somehow conjured up before is gone. And so is hers.

  “I’ll…”

  “Not move another inch,” I grunt, cutting off her pant and freezing her in place. “Stay right where you are, just like you are; I’ll come to you.” I start to — never fucking mind — no dicking around with buttons if you just rip your shirt open and fling it across the room. Everything else not a problem, I’m down to nothing within seconds, and climb on the bed, moving up and over her.

  “Finally.” Her sigh’s warm on my lips, hovering over hers. “Hi there.”

  “Hi yourself.” I chuckle through a kiss. “Don’t be nervous, Gracie. I promise to take very, very good care of you, baby girl.”

  “I know.”

  My eyes search hers. “Do you?”

  She nods, biting her lower lip. “Is that weird?”

  “Very.” I laugh and shake my head. “I’d say ‘weird’ sums us up perfectly.”

  “Yeah.” She breathes.

  “Yeah.”

  I get it now — why I’ve never gotten it — the whole one night stand thing. No matter what happens next, or doesn’t happen or that… Brewer Hayes is gonna stay with me far, far longer than one night.

  It’s just the way it is.

  The way I’m wired.

  And the way he’s looking at me right now… as if he might just understand exactly what I’m thinking.

  But I’ll be damned if I’m going to lie here and think myself out of this. I want this. Him. No regrets. And no flowery feelings to taint the memory with wishes of “what if.”

  “My turn to taste you,” I shift gears in a sultry purr, his dick jerking against me in response.

  “Too keyed up for that, babe,” he groans.

  “I wasn’t asking.” I grin, in what I hope is frisky flirtation and push at his chest.

  “You’re killing me,” he grumbles as he rises up on his knees, but forgets to be frustrated the second I start to follow him up, eyes wide, wild, and tracking my moves as I brace myself on one elbow.

  Wow. It felt good-sized through his jeans, looked big when he stripped and joined me on the bed, but now… now he’s on his knees, straddling my chest, and I’m propped up, so it’s right in front of me, bird’s eye view… and it’s an eyeful. Brewer Hayes is hung.

  Thick, long, and, again, right in front of me.

  I will my hand to please stop trembling as I reach for him, the grip a stretch, and start a slow stroke. “Um, I,” — swallow down some of my nerves — “I haven’t given, uh, fellatio, since…”

  “Gracie.”

  “Hmm?”

  “Gracie. Up here,” his voice holds a hint of humor, “look at me.” Embarrassed, intimidated, and caught at both, I’d rather look anywhere else, yet, for some reason, lock eyes with him anyway. “You don’t have to do this. I’m more than willing, ready, to love on you.”

  “Hmph,” I huff with newfound gusto, made up entirely of stubbornness, and my lower head, the tip of my tongue just long enough to sample his milky pearl of pre-cum.

  “Gracelyn,” he groans, a deep, manly, erotic sound that tickles my insides. “Let me help you, baby, if you really want it?” His hand’s in gradual motion, giving me time to change my mind before he finds hold on the back of my head… to prop it up for me.

  “I…” I poke my tongue out again, straining to make it reach, “can’t.” I wince at the whiny pitch to my plea and give up, shaking off his hand and letting my head flop back into the pillow. “You’re too big, or I’m too small. And I wasn’t any closer to being a double-jointed contortionist the last time I did do this, whenever that was, than I am now, so, work with me? Please?”

  I’m surprised to startle at his full-blown, from-the-gut laughter, his enormous body visibly shaking from it as he climbs off me and lies down beside me. “Ah, Gracie,” it’s still a faint chuckle, “God, you’re something. Something… extraordinary.”

  I smile up at him, and with new zest, rearrange myself onto my hands and knees, motioning for him to stand at the side of the bed. “Much better.” The authentic excitement is matched by a little shimmy of my perched-in-the-air ass.

  Brewer grabs his dick, and uses his other hand to tilt my chin. “Hey, Gracie?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I don’t want to hear about your past… experiences, with anyone who wasn’t me ever again. Got it?”

  “Got it,” I murmur, my lips around the head of his dick.

  And just like that… I’m doing this. Really doing this. Sucking off an almost stranger, revving up to the big moment and the beautiful ache I know he’ll leave between my legs.

  Me.

  Gracie “Always- Prim-and-Proper, Color-in-the-Lines” Bolton.

  Damn, shouldn’t have thought about it — now I’m nervous all over again — which is why I slide my mouth off him and call out for the help I still highly suspect does, indeed, exist. “Alexa, play the song with the words ‘fuck you like an animal.’” The dirty beat to the filthiest, “mood” song I could think of starts booming through the room, and I peer up at him, my smirk clever. “I knew it, you do have Alexa streaming. ‘Only woman in this house is me,’ my ass. If you were wearing pants, they’d be on fire right now.”

  His eyes taper, an unexpected anger glowing through the slits. “Alexa,” he snarls, “stop. Playing.”

  “I’m just kidding around with you, High-Def Hayes. No need to turn off the animal-sex-we’re-about-to-have-soundtrack.”

  He doesn’t reply immediately, silent as he manhandles me to his liking, as if I’m a weightless rag doll, making room to rejoin me on the bed… and settle under the covers. Me
aning, of course, he’s now covered. “Come here,” he grunts, flopping a giant, muscular arm out to the side, which I assume is for me to lay my head on… so I do. He turns his head and stares at me to growl, “Closer? Nine Inch Nails? That’s your song choice?”

  “If that’s the name of it, then… yes?” I hitch a shoulder and use my expression as a question. “What? I was trying to, um, set the mood.”

  “Whose mood? Damn sure not mine, and not yours either, Gracelyn. Have you ever even heard that song?” My face must betray me, because he sighs a laugh. “That’s what I thought. So why pick it? Why even think of it? The one line you know of it anyway.”

  I try to sit up, in vain, his arm curling tight around me. “Why’s it matter? I’ve heard of it, and anytime ‘nasty sex songs’ are the topic that’s everyone’s answer, so… I picked it. Why are you making this a thing?”

  “Because, I have heard it, all of it, and I’m not okay with ‘the mood you’re setting’ being that of me violating or desecrating you. And those are just the two specific words I can remember. Fuck only knows what else it says!”

  I snicker, to his extreme disliking, his glare definite confirmation. “Brewer, you’re reading way too much into this, this, non-issue. And I just have to ask; I admit, I’m no expert or anything, but, is this normal one-night-stand behavior? All this talking? Contemplation? Putting your dick away, over a song choice?”

  Shocked breath whooshes out of me as he once again handles me to his will, his will being, apparently, for me to sit on top of him, legs straddling his hips. “I don’t give the first shit about the song itself, Gracelyn. I do, however, very much care what it says, about where your head’s at.”

  “And where is that? Where, exactly, is my head, Brewer? Enlighten me, please, because right before your, whatever this is, my head was bobbing up and down… while I was sucking your dick.”

  “No, it wasn’t. You’d stopped to make your song choice, remember?” He bows one flippant brow. “And your little plan? Not gonna work,” he deems, the solemn intensity therein eliciting goose bumps to light all over my body.

  “Well, alrighty then,” my disbelieving jeer’s loud and bitter, “your call, weirdo. Thanks, for your blunt honesty; saves time I guess. So, if you’d be so kind as to unhand me…” I aim my own glare at his hands, the big, greedy ones suddenly firming their grip at my hips, “I’ll just grab my clothes… and an Uber.”

  Or not.

  I’m starting to resent his size, almost as much as his still unexplained mood swing — having just been steamrolled onto my back, forced to now be looking up at the scowling mammoth hovering over me.

  “I not make myself clear earlier, about keeping you, or did you think I was joking? I wasn’t.” His snarl’s hot on my lips, his forehead pressed to mine.

  Merely for the sake of show — a show of protest — well aware by now that the act’s futile, I use both hands to shove at his chest. “You seemed so normal, dammit! I should’ve known it was too good to be true.” My laugh’s brittle with disappointment. “As if, Gracie! A safe, steamy, rendezvous with an unbelievably gorgeous, charming, mountain of a man? Who the hell was I kidding?”

  “Yourself, but in an entirely different way. Reason the song pissed me off. I know what you’re doing, well, trying to do, and like I said, it’s not gonna work.”

  “And like I said, get off me and I’ll be leaving!” I bite with deadly venom. “You no longer wish to uh, be with me; got it. Likewise. Now move!”

  He shakes his heads and tsks. “Which one of us is talking crazy now? ‘No longer wish to be with you?’ Who said that shit? Wasn’t me. And your ‘likewise?’” He grins, skimming his nose the length of mine. “You’re kidding yourself again, sweet Gracelyn. You can’t wait for me to take you, make you come, over and over. And, you know I’m safe, you’re safe, and that it’ll be more than steamy.”

  “I… I have absolutely no idea what is happening, or what you’re talking about anymore. Absolutely none.”

  “You settle the hell down, I’ll be happy to explain. If I move, are you gonna stay put and listen to what I have to say?”

  “Yes,” I heave, “but only because I know you’d have me recaptured before my feet even hit the floor.”

  “See, you’re already starting to get things right again.” He leans in and kisses the end of my nose before resituating himself beside me. “Look at me, Gracelyn.” When I do, slow and stubbornly, he hits me with a smile so kind and tender, that no matter what he says next, the beautiful image will forever remain burned into my memory. As a fond one. “You chose the raunchiest song you could think of for one very specific reason— to try and trick yourself into believing you’ll make it through this unscathed. And you were right; no, this isn’t ‘normal.’ Normally, I don’t even come close to analyzing the inner-workings of the women I fuck. But, I also don’t normally fuck women like you.”

  “What does that mean? What kind of woman am I, Brewer?” It’s purposefully snippy — he knows next to nothing about me — presumptuous ass.

  “You, Gracelyn, prefers-to-be-called-Gracie-but-I-can’t-help-myself, Bolton,” he traces my jawline with a roughened fingertip, “are the kind of woman who will never be able to have anything physical without at least some emotional in it too. I already knew that, but when you started subconsciously safeguarding yourself against the inevitable… well, it worried me.”

  “Oh. My. God.” My voice thin as ice, like the glare pinning him, I snort my dismissive laugh. “Worried you? That what, I’m gonna fall madly, instantly, in love with you? Doodle your name on every piece of paper I can find? Run to the store, in between stalking you and forgetting to take my birth control pills of course, to buy a baby name book? Geez, Brewer, ego much? And stop that!” I swat his hand off my cheek, his touch no longer welcome.

  “Can’t.” He reaches right back up again, cupping my entire cheek in his warm palm, and wordlessly demanding I look at him. “Not one of the silly things you just listed, or anything close, ever crossed my mind. I also know, you’re a woman of great pride, Gracelyn. So great, you’d politely resign before ever risking what you consider to be humiliation, desperation, or self-degradation. You’re getting all fired-up, which is adorable, but unnecessary; misunderstanding what I’m trying to say, so let me try this again. All I meant was, if we don’t get a few things cleared up, right now, you will end up getting hurt, in ways I’m not willing to risk.”

  She’s gawking at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind, and honestly, she might be on to something.

  We’re in my bed, together, both naked… and I pumped the brakes on her hand pumping my cock, while the tip was in her mouth, because…

  Yeah, she’s definitely on to something. I’ve more than obviously lost my damn mind. The whole thing. Gone.

  But the longer she looks at me, really looks at me, she must see what I’m failing to say with words, because the fire in her eyes dims and a small smile appears. “I may have picked a crude song, but I’m still so much better at setting the mood than you,” she snickers. “Here I thought men were incapable of thought in these types of situations, but no. You think more than an entire cheerleading squad combined, and continue to surprise me, Brewer Hayes. Congratulations, big boy.”

  I scrub both hands over my face and give my head a hard, fast jerk, in desperate need of a fucking reset button. “I got your ‘cheerleading squad,’” I growl, rolling over and tucking her hot little body underneath mine all in one move. “What I meant was, This. Is. Happening, Gracelyn. All damn night. Weekend. Week. However long you’re here. I haven’t changed my mind about that, and neither have you. But, you are gonna put away your preconceived notions and just go with the flow. Let things happen, see where they go, without worrying ahead and sabotaging them. You hear me?”

  “Uh huh, yep, whatever you say,” she idly dismisses me, “now, why don’t you run that mouth of yours… in other places?”

  Good plan. She’s not hearing me, so showing her it is
. Hoisting her arms over her head and pinning them there, I lean down to kiss up her smooth throat, and try one last time. “Quit worrying, baby girl. Your brain, and all those thoughts rolling around it, will shut off the second I’m inside you.”

  “Promise?” Her exhale shakes with hope.

  “Promise.” Trapping both wrists with one hand, I slide my other over her stomach and down between her legs. “Please tell me you’re covered, ‘cause I’ll give every last dime I have to any charity you want if I don’t have to be.”

  Her eyes double in size and fly to mine, a bewitching battle of fear and desire there, as she mulls over my words… and tilts her pelvis up to invite my fingers further inside.

  “I am,” little moan, “and you,” another, “athlete, physical, ahhh, Brewer…”

  “Right there, huh? Answer me, Gracelyn, about being covered, and I’ll make it even better,” I grunt in her ear, nipping the lobe.

  “Yeah, yes, okay, but-”

  “I’ve got you, baby. No more thinking.”

  “Okay,” she surrenders in a drawled mewl, her head lolling to the side, allowing me free access to her neck. Fingers working below, on, around, in and out of her, I free my other hand, by freeing hers, and fill it with big, beautiful breast. She likes that, purring louder for me, bowing into my touch as her legs fall further open. “Brewer…”

  “What is it, beautiful?” I goad against her neck, where my mouth and tongue freely roam, squeezing her tit and circling its hard hot nipple with my thumb.

  “I, I want you, now,” she whimpers and reaches for me, nails digging into the back of my shoulders.

  “I’ll hurt you, sweet girl. Need you to come for me again first, get you nice and ready. Can you do that? Hmm?” I bury my fingers inside her, grazing the sweet spot, and tease both nipples with one more long suck before kissing my way down her beautiful body. “I want another taste.” My groan’s growing darker, my self-control thread-thin, every sense engaged to bursting. Easing her thighs further apart, I then find her hands and guide them down to replace mine. “Hold them there, up and out. I want you open for me, baby. Wide open.” She hums in agreement and does what I say, exposing herself fully. Trustingly. And though her sweet scent has my nostrils flared, mouthwatering, and dick painfully engorged, a tiny trademark catches my eye. Another unique Gracelyn nuance I can’t not admire. “Birthmark?” I grin and ask, eyes on hers, but finger tracing my discovered treasure on the inside of her thigh.