Conflicted

by Heather Dahlgren

  “Alright, I’ve got it. I’m in control.” I lean forward and press my lips to hers. I nip them a few times before our tongues collide. I run my hands up into her hair, deepening the kiss, and she moans. My cock is so aware of what it happening, painfully so, especially when she hikes her leg up and hooks it onto my hip. I kiss my way down her neck toward her tits. Once I reach them, much like the first time I kissed her, I kiss and lick the swells. I kiss between them and travel to her stomach. I want to make sure I explore every inch of this creamy skin, pay it the homage it deserves. The further down I get, the more I start to smell her arousal. I get to the top of her panties, and it takes everything in me to move to the right and down her leg. She lets out a soft whimper, and I know she wants me there as much as I want to be there. I continue down her right leg and back up the left. I kiss my way back up to her tits. I begin caressing them and feel her hardened nipples. I nip one through her bra, and she bucks her hips upward.

  “Oh damn.” I stop and look up at her. She has her eyes closed, her face flushed with desire, and her arms above her head.

  “Mel, did I hurt you?” Her eyes fly open.

  “No, not at all. It all feels so good.” I grin and give her the wink I know she finds sexy. I go back to my assault on her tits, but I need to feel them, so I reach around her back and unclasp her bra. She brings her arms down, and I slowly slide her bra off. Once it is off, I am rewarded with perfectly round breasts with nipples that are begging for attention. I grab one in each hand and tweak both nipples. “Shit, yes.”

  “I’ve never seen tits so beautiful. They are exquisite, just like you.” I kiss, suck, and lick both of them before moving to suck her nipple in my mouth. Once I do, she begins to grind that pussy on my cock, and even through my boxers, I can feel that she is dripping with desire. I become more frantic now because I can only think about tasting her. After paying equal attention to both her amazing tits, I move between her legs. I can see her panties are wet and holy shit, what a fucking turn-on. I did that to her. I softly rub her wet pussy through her panties and love the way my fingers are getting coated in her essence already.

  “Mmmmm. Please, Keith.” Fuck, hearing her beg is almost as hot as her wet panties.

  “Please what, Mel? You want me to touch you? To take off these panties, lick every inch of this sweet pussy, and make you come in my mouth? Is that what you’re begging for?” She reaches for her tits and begins massaging them. Holy shit, that is fucking hot.

  “Oh fuck, yes.” She is fucking unbelievable. I can see how badly she wants it, but I am enjoying exploring her beautiful body. I take my time rubbing her through her wet panties, kissing her thighs, and inhaling her scent.

  “Please,” she moans, and I finally allow the torture to be over, but not before taking my time removing her panties and tossing them aside. I watch her rub her breasts and pinch her nipples while I drag my fingers in-between her folds. She is so incredibly wet I can’t believe it. I break away from watching her touch herself and look down at her soft pink pussy, glistening with desire. I watch myself rub her, careful to avoid her clit. I don’t want her coming just yet. She lifts her hips against my hand trying to get me to fuck her with my fingers. I need to taste her before that, so I lick from her entrance to right before her clit. “Oh, my God.” I do it again, and again, completely consumed in her taste and smell. I pull back just a bit and look at her rubbing her nipples. Fuck.

  “Sweetheart, you taste delicious. As a matter of fact, before I do anything else, I think you need to taste yourself.” I quickly make my way to her mouth and kiss her. She moans over and over. I know she enjoys tasting herself as much as I do. After a minute, I break away. “You like that, don’t you? Tasting yourself on me.” She actually licks her lips and looks right into my eyes.

  “Yes.” Fuck, I want to get back to that mouthwatering pussy, but I want to push my limits here first. I reach down and drag two fingers through her folds, getting them good and wet. I put one finger in my mouth and lick it clean. Once I’m done, I place the other by her mouth, questioning if she’ll lick it as well. She opens her mouth and licks my finger until there is nothing left. Holy fuck. I’ve never had a girl do that shit before, and it’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I crash my mouth to hers tasting her on her own tongue. I can’t wait any longer. I move back to that soft pussy and hike her legs over my shoulders. I shove my tongue inside her and taste that sweet essence. “Oh fuck. I need to come, Keith, please.” I replace my tongue with two fingers, and holy fuck, I could come from the feeling of her tight heat wrapped around my fingers. “Fuck yes.” I slowly move my fingers in and out of her before I pick up the pace. Once I do, I begin my assault on her sensitive nub. I feel her tighten on my fingers every time I lick or suck on her clit. I know it won’t be long, especially when she grabs a hold of my hair and starts fucking my fingers. This girl likes it rough, and fuck, so do I. I start to really finger-fuck her, causing her to moan over and over, getting louder and louder.

  “Mel, you like it rough, don’t you sweetheart?” She whimpers, and I bend down and nip her clit.

  “Fuck!” She arches her back off the bed, nearly coming.

  “I’m glad you do because so do I.” She moans, and I know I need to let her come. I curl my fingers forward, hitting her spot, and franticly lick her clit. It takes all of a minute before she explodes around me. I let her ride out her orgasm and aftershocks before I remove my fingers and lick them clean. I climb back up her now completely sated body and gently kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck and scratches her fingernails lightly up and down my back. It is making my already painfully hard cock hurt that much more. I rest my forehead against hers.

  “You’re going to need to stop that.” She gives me a smirk, and I chuckle. “I’m serious.” I thrust my hips forward, hitting her overly sensitive pussy, and she whimpers. I want her to know what she’s done to me, but also know she needs to stop making it worse. “You can feel how turned on I am, but I’m going to need you to stop because it’s become painful at this point.” She pushes my shoulders back and smiles at me.

  “I can help with that. Your turn to get on your back, Mr. Dickson.” As much as one part of me is saying ‘tell her no she doesn’t need to,’ an even bigger part is saying ‘Oh fuck, yes,’ so I do as she says and lie on my back. She straddles me, and fuck, seeing her above me with her hair curtaining her face while she looks down at me is every guy’s wet dream. I grab her ass and pull her against my cock. “Since you didn’t leave me in pain too long, I won’t do it to you either.” She makes her way between my legs and pulls my boxers off. I look at her eyes widen when she sees my cock, and I chuckle. I know damn well she wasn’t expecting to see my piercing.

  “Sweetheart, don’t be scared. Wait until you see what I can do with it. Have you ever felt one before?” She looks at me and bites down on her bottom lip before looking back at my cock. She shakes her head ‘no,’ but licks her lips. “You like that idea though, don’t you. Having my massive cock inside you, seeing what it feels like with this piercing rubbing on you, making you scream my name while you come.” She doesn’t say anything, and she simply licks the tip of my cock. “Fuck, Mel.” Every part of me wants to grab her hair and fuck her mouth, but she’s intimidated enough with my size and piercing. I don’t want to gag her. I’ll let her pace herself. She doesn’t disappoint. She takes as much of my cock in her hot mouth as she can and runs her tongue along my piercing, making me moan. She does this a few times before she adds a hand to help with what she can’t fit. She gets the perfect rhythm, and it feels fucking incredible. I don’t stand a chance of lasting much longer. I’m fisting the comforter to keep from bucking my hips forward. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come soon. Pull away if you don’t want it, sweetheart.” She doesn’t pull away. She actually picks up her pace and uses her other hand to fondle my balls. That is all it takes; even if I wanted to pull away, my orgasm hits me so hard and so fast, I couldn’t. “Fuck. Oh fuck, Mel,
that’s it. Suck me, sweetheart.” She does until I’ve ridden out the last wave of my orgasm, and then she climbs up me, licking her lips.

  “You taste fucking amazing as well.” She slams her mouth to mine, and I taste myself on her. It is definitely a turn-on. I flip her onto her back and pin her arms above her head, breaking the kiss.

  “That was fucking incredible. Everything about this last hour and a half has been incredible. What do you say to getting dressed and going to eat that dinner I made for you? We can always come back for dessert.” She giggles, and I kiss her lips. “I take that as a yes?”

  “Yes.”

  We both get dressed and make our way out to the kitchen. I made spaghetti, chicken parm, and garlic bread. Thankfully, I had it warming so nothing got burnt. I go to the fridge and pull out the bottle of red wine I got. I had already set out two glasses, so I fill them both and hand one to Mel. “Here’s to the beginning of something wonderful.”

  “I’ll drink to that.” We both take a sip, and she moans. I look at her with a raised eyebrow. She laughs. “It tastes good.” I kiss her lips and smile at her.

  “Good. Well, how about you go sit down, and I’ll bring in your food.” She doesn’t argue with me, and I like that. I make our plates and bring it into the small dining room. We begin eating, and she looks at me with wide eyes. “What? No good?” I thought it tasted great.

  “No, it’s delicious. I am just blown away that you know how to cook this good.” I smile and take a sip of wine.

  “Well, when you have a piece of shit father and a mother who is forced to work so her children can survive, you learn early on how to cook. I’ve just gotten better over the years.” She looks down at her food.

  “Keith, I’m so sorry for everything you and Connie and Karen have been through. I can’t imagine.” I reach over and lift her chin.

  “Hey, don’t feel sorry for me. I am who I am today because of everything that happened in my life. Of course, I would change it all in a heartbeat to keep my mom and the girls safe, but I can now. So please don’t give me any pity, I don’t want or need it.” She smiles and shakes her head.

  “I’ve never met anyone in my life like you before. I am humbled by you and what you’ve been through to come out with such a positive attitude.”

  We spend the next half hour eating before we clean it all up and take our wine into the living room. We sit down on the couch and face each other. “What time do you have work tomorrow?” Just as I ask, my cell phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket and see it is Campbell. Shit, it would be rude to answer it, so I ignore it and look back at Mel. “Sorry. What time—” It starts ringing again, and this time it’s Kenz. “I’m so sorry. I just need to grab this.” She smiles and sips her wine.

  “It’s fine.” I answer it and don’t even get to say hello. All I can hear is crying. I jump up and start pacing.

  “Kenz? Is everything alright? Why are you crying?” My heart starts racing and my stomach is turning.

  “Dick? Oh, my God. I’m so sorry to scare you. I just wanted you to be a part of this. Campbell just asked me to marry him.” My mood flips from nervous to happy as hell. I can’t get the smile off my face.

  “Congratulations, Kenz. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know Campbell is the man to give that to you.” She laughs through her tears.

  “You’re right, he is. We miss you so much. I wish you were here for this.” I frown because I want to be there more than anything in the world, but then I look over at this beautiful girl I feel this unexplainable connection with, and I’m happy to be here. It’s so confusing.

  “Me too, Kenz. When I get back, we will all celebrate, alright?” She is quiet for a minute, and I think I’ve lost her.

  “Alright, Dick. Will it be much longer?” I will be here until the final seconds of my leave to help my family and be with Mel, but I won’t tell her that.

  “Probably. Listen, go enjoy your fiancé, and tell him to call me tomorrow. Congratulations again, love you guys.” I hear her sniffle back tears.

  “Love you too.” We hang up, and I look at Mel.

  “I’m sorry. That was Kenz.” She smiles.

  “I figured as much. And I take it that Campbell asked her to marry him.” I laugh and sit back down.

  “Yes, he did. I’m so happy for them. They had such a rough beginning to their relationship.” She pulls her legs under herself and smiles.

  “Tell me.” For the next hour, I tell her all about Campbell and Kenz. I wipe her eyes when I tell her about the attack, we laugh about truth or dare stunts, and she smiles while she listens to everything else.

  “I’m sorry. I’ve just talked for over an hour about my friends.” She squeezes my leg, still smiling.

  “Don’t be sorry. That is a remarkable love story. I don’t know them, but even I’m happy for them on their engagement.” I kiss her lips and run my thumb down her cheek. “Tell me about Young and Maddie.” I smile and kiss her again.

  “I think that’s enough about my friends for tonight. I’ll tell you about Young and Maddie another night.” She gives me a pouty lip, and I suck it into my mouth. I pull her to me and kiss her. She moans, runs her hands up my chest, and grabs a hold of my shirt. We both break away, trying to catch our breaths. “Mel, how about we go have some dessert?” I stand up and hold my hand out to her.

  “Yes, please.”

  My alarm goes off, and I reach over to turn it off. I am momentarily startled when I realize there is an arm wrapped around my waist. Then like a flipbook, everything that happened last night plays through my mind. I smile and move closer to Keith.

  I lie there and think about what an amazing night we had. It was the hottest foreplay I’ve ever had in my life. He definitely knows what he is doing. From the simple soft kiss to making me come with his mouth. I can’t even begin to imagine how it will be when we actually have sex. And the pierhcing, holy fuck, I was not expecting this straitlaced cop to have it. It’s fucking hot. All that aside, sitting with him last night during that delicious dinner, then listening to him tell me all about Campbell and Kenz, I felt so close to him. Like he was letting me in on this whole other life that he has.

  My alarm goes off again, and I know I need to get up if I’m going to make it to work on time. I sigh because this is the most comfortable I’ve been in, shit, as long as I can remember. I love being in his arms. I feel safe. It’s not that I fear anything, but that’s how he makes me feel. I roll over and see his eyes are open, and he smiles at me. “Good morning.” His smile gets bigger, and he kisses my lips.

  “Good morning is right. Waking up to this beautiful face is one hell of a way to start the day.” I feel my cheeks heating up, and he chuckles. He brushes my hair off my face and kisses my cheek. “Sweetheart, I didn’t think after last night I would still be able to get you to blush. Good to know.” I giggle, and he pulls me to him. I lay my head on his bare chest, which by the way, holy fucking shit, is amazing. He has the body of a damn male model. I run my hand up and down his six-pack while he rubs my back. It is so relaxing I could fall back to sleep.

  “I hate that I need to get up. I want to stay here all day.” He runs his hand down to my ass and squeezes.

  “Mmmm, me too, but we both have things to do today, so you will have to take a rain check.” He slaps my ass, making me squeal. He rubs softly over the spot he just slapped, and damn, I feel my pussy clenching. Unconsciously, I begin to rub my now wet pussy against him. He grabs onto my hip and stops me. “Sweetheart, that’s not a good idea. I guarantee you will miss work if you keep that up.” I let out a soft sigh, but damnit, he’s right. We hold on to one another for a few more minutes until I realize I really need to get up. I kiss his chest and look up at him.

  “It’s Friday. Do you have any plans tonight?” He kisses my nose and grins.

  “I’d like to have plans. What do you have in mind?” I think for a minute and figure no way is Connie going to disappear again. Maybe we can all go out, and
then I can have him in my bed again later tonight.

  “How about I talk it over with Connie and see what she wants to do. I can’t ask her to leave again.” He flips me over and lies on top of me.

  “How about I figure it out and let you know?” Before I can even respond, he kisses me, and it is so sweet, slow, and romantic. We break away and stare at each other. I feel like there is this overwhelming connection happening between us. It’s as if we are sharing words without saying anything, searching the others soul, becoming connected. It’s incredible.

  After finally getting out of bed, I shower and get ready for work. I don’t have time to do my hair, so it’s in a bun, and my makeup is minimal. I throw on my navy suit with a white blouse and head to the kitchen to make coffee before I rush out the door. I can’t help but smile at the sight before me. Keith is pouring coffee into my travel mug, whistling, and in nothing but a pair of sexy black boxer briefs. Fuck, if I could see this every morning. I walk into the kitchen and kiss his back. He turns and pulls me in for a hug. “I know you need to leave, but damn, I don’t want to let you go.” My heart pounds in my chest at his confession.

  “I wish I could stay, believe me, I’d much rather be here with you.” He kisses my head and pulls back.

  “I know. I made you coffee, but didn’t know what you like in it.” He turns and starts to pour himself a cup.

  “Sugar and milk.” He nods, grabs the milk out of the fridge, and puts it on the counter. I rush to put it all in my coffee and turn to look at him. “Thank you. I really do hate to leave, but the captain will have my ass if I’m late, and I’m pushing it at this point.” He places his hands on either side of my face and kisses my lips.

  “Go. I’ll see you tonight.” My heart actually aches now that I need to leave, and I am thrown off by it. I’ve never had my heart ache for anything in my life, never mind someone I’m just getting to know. I’m all over the place with my emotions.