by KaLyn Cooper
“I’m sorry.” She should know better than to touch a man there. They didn’t like to be caressed like a woman. It was his dick. His balls. His junk. His. It was meant to plant a child within a woman and God had made the act gratifying so he would try often. If a man wanted pleasure from it, he would stick it into a woman or take care of it with his own hand.
She knew some men liked oral sex, but she’d never really done that. Once, she’d crawled under the covers and licked Kevin’s morning erection while he was still sleeping. He had jolted awake and dragged her head above the covers, flipped her onto her back and made fast love to her. Afterward he told her she didn’t have to do that to him. He’d left out ever again. She’d clearly understood the unspoken words and never put her mouth on him there again.
Staring at the size of Griffin’s cock, she wouldn’t know where to begin to…she had to hold in the giggle…give him a…another internal giggle tried to escape…a blow job. And, see, even the name confused her. Was she supposed to blow down on it or suck it? She didn’t know and was far too embarrassed to ask her best friends. Maybe she should research it on the internet. There might even be a video somewhere.
She couldn’t tear her eyes from Griffin’s…thing.
He lay down on the bed and stretched out beside her. “You don’t have to worry, sweetheart. We’ll fit together just fine.”
She wasn’t worried about that.
Until now.
She knew she’d stretch around him. If a baby could come out of her vagina—and she’d held her newborn niece—Griffin could go in there.
He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. “Okay, I’ve got it under control now. You can touch me.” His smile was understanding.
What? She could really touch his penis? Kevin had never wanted her to touch his. He’d always told her she didn’t need to prime the pump, that from the moment he slid inside her he was ready to explode and that wasn’t fair to her. Maybe she hadn’t turned Griffin on enough, or he just had better control.
“I know you want to. It’s okay.” He took her hand and wrapped it around the shaft. “You have no idea how wonderful that feels, your soft little hand around my dick.”
“You like this?” Her eyes were wide as they met his.
“Christ, yes. This has been a fantasy of mine for about a year,” he confessed.
Understanding her control of the situation, over him, bolstered her nerve. “Fantasy, huh. Tell me about this fantasy of yours.”
The outer layer of his skin was so soft yet underneath was hard, almost like the polyester knit sleeve she slipped over her gun barrel to protect it. But he was twice as large. She gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Do that again,” he ordered on a shaky breath.
She gripped him tighter that time and he lifted his hips, startling her at first. Testing whether he’d do it again, she squeezed and released several times repeating the process. Each time he pushed into her hand. She moved her hand the length of his shaft and when she came to the mushroom head it was almost purple, she noticed how damp it was. She’d never noticed Kevin getting wet like she did.
With the tip of her index finger she touched the warm translucent film that covered his tip.
Griffin dragged in a breath. “You act like you’ve never seen a cock before.”
Without lifting her eyes, she admitted, “I haven’t. Not like this.”
He leaned up on his elbows. “Grace, sweetheart, you were married.”
She nodded. “Yes, but…” She trailed off. She didn’t want to bring Kevin into the bed with her and Griffin. “It was different with us. We never played while…doing it.”
He tilted his head to one side. “Are you telling me you never saw each other naked?”
“Well, sure we did,” she retorted defensively. But then she thought about it a moment and couldn’t remember one instance when they were both naked in the light. She shook her head. “We must have.”
Griffin couldn’t imagine sleeping with the same woman night after night and not knowing every square inch of her body. He loved the female form. He thoroughly enjoyed finding those sensitive spots that lit the fires within each woman. Not all women liked the same things.
Grace’s breasts were sensitive, but they were also real. He’d once dated an actress who had her breasts enhanced so many times she had practically no feeling in them. He didn’t care for the way they felt in his hands either.
He wanted to kiss every inch of Grace’s body, but that would have to wait. The way she so innocently touched his cock almost made him come. He needed to slake this need before he’d allow himself to explore every curve.
He pulled her to him. “We’ll play Touch Me If You Dare next time, but right now I want to be deep inside you.” He ran a finger through her wet folds then circled her clit, teasing her.
He was shocked when she reached down and stroked his cock. “That’s where I want you, now.” More comfortable with the action, she gave him another squeeze then coated the tip with the drop he couldn’t hold in.
Her light touch was more than he could stand. He rolled away and grabbed his pants, quickly finding his wallet and the three condoms he’d placed there earlier that day. Ripping one open, he sheathed himself with fumbling hands. That was new. So was his need to claim a woman. This woman.
He rolled onto his back then pulled Grace on top of him, forcing her to straddle his hips. Her sex glistened, open and ready for him. He ran his fingertip up and down each fold, flicking the underside of her clit on each pass.
“Take as much of me or as little as you want.” Understanding her need to control whatever happened next, he lifted her hips.
Poised above him, Grace stared into his eyes for several rapid heartbeats. Then he watched determination take over. She confidently grabbed his erection and guided it to her opening. She slowly lowered, taking in his tip.
Heaven. This is what heaven must feel like. Her heat alone was enough to tempt his orgasm. He gritted his teeth knowing it was going to get even better so he had to hold on longer.
She slid down a couple inches and held there. “You’re bigger than I thought.”
He wasn’t about to apologize, but before he could reassure her, she leaned forward and placed her palms on his chest.
“Just give me a second.”
Griffin ran his thumb over her clit and her internal muscles grabbed on tight. When they released, she sank down another several inches.
“That was tricky.” She lifted up then came back down again gaining another inch.
“That’s good, sweetheart.” Unsure if she knew what to do, he grabbed her hips and lifted up and down. She immediately got the idea.
Her breasts swayed inches from his face. He couldn’t resist. Closing the distance he took one in his mouth. When he sucked hard she smiled and a rush of damp heat gripped his cock as she rode him, taking him deeper with each stroke.
He massaged her other breast with his hand then pulled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he gently nipped on the other side.
Every muscle in Grace’s body drew taut as she bounced up and down.
“Let yourself go, sweetheart,” he encouraged. “Take us both.”
“No. This is too good. I want to make it last forever,” she managed between pants.
With Grace Hall riding him, her gorgeous breasts bouncing in his face, he knew exactly what she meant. He, too, wanted this to last forever. But he was too damn close.
Reaching down to where they were joined in the most intimate way possible, Griffin pressed his thumb on her swollen clit.
Grace arched and shortened her strokes.
Griffin wanted in the worst way to flip her over to her back, pull her knees up and pound into her. But she needed this control and what she needed was more important than what he needed. And wasn’t that a switch.
When her internal muscles grabbed on tight, then pulsed, Grace cried out on a shattered breath. Griffin pushed up into her twice more then unleas
hed his own release.
She collapsed onto his chest, and he enveloped her in his arms as they both fell into mindless bliss.
Griffin returned to his senses to find Grace sprawled over his body. He had to dispose of the condom so he gently rolled her off and tucked her into the blankets. Quietly padding to the bathroom, he checked to see she was still asleep before he closed the door.
Washing his hands after taking care of everything, he noticed her clothes neatly stacked in the corner of the counter. Watching her walk out of this very bathroom and into his arms, into his bed, was one of the best moments of his life. He’d been so afraid she was going to leave that he had an entire seduction scene planned in his mind. To say he’d been surprised at how innocent, yet open-minded she had been was an understatement.
Not for the first time, Griffin wondered about Grace’s marriage.
He splashed water on his face and dried it off with the towel.
Ready for round two, he slowly opened the door.
To his surprise, Grace was refilling a champagne flute. “This is really good.” She held it up as though in toast. She took a sip and grabbed another strawberry, layering it in chocolate and whipped cream.
“Glad to see you’re eating. You’re gonna need the calories for the next round,” he warned.
She dipped her whole finger into the chocolate then started at the base and licked up one side then down the other before sticking it into her mouth. When she pulled it out it was completely clean. “Promises, promises.”
This Grace was not the same woman he’d taken to his favorite ice cream parlor in Miami. But yet she was. Griffin found he liked both women. Demure in public and a tiger in bed really worked for him.
He stepped up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his ready cock into her belly. “I always keep my promises.”
She swirled her finger in the chocolate then painted a line from the middle of his chest to his belly button before stepping out of his arms and licking it off. Returning to the bowl, she glanced down at his erection, standing proud and ready. She hesitantly touched it with the tip of her finger leaving a dab of chocolate on top.
She bit her lower lip showing him bright white teeth. “I’ve never done this before.”
Part of him was flabbergasted, but the other part wasn’t surprised at all. Grace was a complex puzzle to him. She could be bold and innocent at the same time.
Green eyes filled with anxiety back at him. “Could you teach me what you like?”
“Christ, yes.” There were lots of things Griffin could, and would, teach her.
At the hesitant look on her pretty face that was still flushed from her last orgasm, he added, “You don’t have to do this you know.”
“Yes, I do,” she said with determination as she kneeled in front of him.
Chapter 10
“Is he good?” Nita asked as she stretched her hamstrings beside Grace in the early dawn. “I’ve always thought of Griffin as a bad boy and those are the best kind in bed.”
Jealousy shot through Grace as her tired mind pictured Nita and Griffin in bed together.
No. Nita has never slept with Griffin. None of my friends have. Holy crow, I’m tired.
Shaking off the image, Grace admitted, “Yes, very good.” The best I’ve ever had. Three times. Or was it four?
“Where did you go?” Tori asked.
“To the Willard.” Grace marched in place, lifting her knees high then realized her four friends were staring at her. “What?”
“The man didn’t even have the courtesy to take you out to dinner?” Incredulity laced Lei Lu’s voice.
“The bastard just took you straight to a hotel?” Tori chastised. “Wait till I get my hands on him. How dare he treat you that way?”
At Katlin’s disappointed glance, Grace shook her head. “No. No. We had a lovely dinner then walked through the monuments on the National Mall.”
“Sounds like you had a very nice night. I’m glad for you.” Katlin ended the inquisition. “Ladies, let’s get this run over with. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
They took off in a slow jog toward Rock Creek Park trails, one of their favorite routes. With nearly eighteen hundred acres of hundred-year-old trees next to a babbling creek, it was a relaxing place for Grace to run. She could forget that she was in the middle of one of the busiest cities in America and be completely surrounded by the best nature could offer.
Tori, with the long legs of the model she once was, stretched out her pace. She jogged ahead a few hundred feet then turned around to return to the group. Lei Lu screwed in one earbud, cautious of her surroundings. The woman was crazy about heavy metal bands and preferred to run to the strong base beat. Grace often ran with Katlin since their stride was almost the exact same. Nita was a talker. Today, she dropped in beside Grace.
That was perfect. Maybe it would keep Grace’s mind off the previous night. Normally, her friend extolled stories about her days as a medical intern at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center or her conquest the night before. As Nita started talking about the scene at one of their favorite clubs she, Lei Lu, and Tori had visited, Grace tuned her out. Her own evening, and night, had been epic.
She’d never been that forward with a man in her life. The things she had done with Griffin, to him, and allowed him to do to her, were so far beyond her realm and knowledge of sex, she was embarrassed. But loved every single second of it. And wanted more.
Slipping out as he slept made her feel slutty. She’d wanted to thank him and beg him to ask her out again for a repeat of everything. She’d never known sex to be so exciting. How could something that feels so good be bad?
And was it bad? Was it a sin to share her body with this magnificent man who brought her more pleasure in one night than she had experienced in three years of marriage?
She had loved Kevin. Thoroughly enjoyed the way they had made love. He’d been a considerate lover, making sure she’d orgasmed every time. But last night, with Griffin, had opened her eyes to a whole new world of pleasure. She was positive he could introduce her to even more. And God forgive her, that’s exactly what she wanted.
“Let’s pick up the pace,” Katlin ordered.
Grace looked around and realized the three of them had fallen far behind Tori and Lei Lu. “I’m sorry, I’m really dragging this morning.”
“So the big guy wore you out last night?” Nita probed.
“I didn’t sleep well after I got home.” Grace had tossed and turned for hours. At times, she’d regretted leaving Griffin’s bed, then had just wanted to bury her head in her own sheets, ashamed by what they had done.
Nita glanced over to Katlin. “Not all of us made it home last night,” she noted accusingly.
“Jealous?” Katlin had shown up that morning, bright and refreshed. “I didn’t have to leave my man’s bed in the middle of the night to avoid that awkward morning after. Matter of fact, Alex and I grabbed a little breakfast before he brought me home.”
Grace wanted to keep the focus on her best friend, and away from herself. “Things seem to be good with you and Alex.”
Katlin’s smile said more than her words. “They are. He wants me to take off a week and go on a real vacation, just the two of us. We’re debating between a Caribbean island and Napa Valley.”
“Definitely Napa,” Nita interjected. “When I was stationed in San Diego, an emergency room physician and I spent four glorious days up in wine country. But take a sweater. Who would’ve thought it was chilly in the evenings?”
“I’m surprised he didn’t keep you warm,” Grace commented.
The side of Nita’s mouth kicked up. “Trust me, the nights were hot. Before becoming an ER doc, he had seriously thought about OB/GYN. The man knew his way around a woman’s body.”
“Why did you let that one go?” Katlin slowed as they came up behind Lei Lu and Tori.
“His new wife didn’t like the idea of him still dating.” Nita chuckled.
“Nope.” Nita took several more steps before she went on to explain. “It seems he’d been TDY for several months in San Diego, Army physicians filling temporary vacancies at the big Navy hospital, and then command made the position a permanent change of station. When his wife moved out to join him, he broke it off with me over pillow talk.”
Katlin burst out laughing. “I’m surprised you didn’t break off his dick for that move.”
“Trust me, I wanted to.” Nita glanced away, scanning the thick foliage along the tree line. Returning her gaze to the path in front of them, she announced, “I don’t do married men. I was so pissed at him I wanted to turn him in to the Inspector General, but I was equally at fault. Besides, I was about ready to ship back to D.C. to finish out my internship.”
Everyone on the team knew that was a touchy subject with Nita. She had been excelling at the Uniformed Services University School of Medicine, on a fast path to becoming a doctor. Then suddenly she stopped her education, accepted a degree as a physician’s assistant and entered the pilot program for the top secret Joint All Female Special Operations School where they had all met. Nita was a lot of things, especially darn good with emergency medicine. Her talent had come in handy several times for the team.
Nita blatantly changed the subject. “If you get the chance, Katlin, go on a balloon ride. It’s fucking awesome. They usually start early in the morning and you drift over the valley for miles. I thought it would be like skydiving, but it’s so much better. Someone else is at the controls, and you can actually climb. It’s fucking cool.”
“That sounds like fun.” A mile into their morning jog, no one was even breathing hard. On the other hand, they also weren’t carrying seventy-five pounds of gear plus twenty pounds of uniform. Katlin called out so everyone could hear, “Ladies, let’s kick it up.”
As they rounded the trail just outside the Smithsonian National Zoo, they heard heavy footsteps speed up from behind them.