Air Force Hero

by Weston Parker

  Slowly, I allowed her to lower her arms so I could pull the straps of the dress down her shoulders. It fell to gather around her waist. I pinned her wrists again, and she didn’t fight me. I could tell that she was the kind of woman who liked a man who took control—and taking control was what I did best.

  I dedicated the next few minutes to devouring her breasts with kisses and nips. I suckled her nipples and drew them between my lips to run my tongue over them. She flinched, incredibly sensitive, and her body trembled against mine.

  When she was practically writhing in my grasp, I applied more pressure to her wrists. I glanced up at her to make sure she was comfortable. She was watching me with hooded eyes and slightly parted lips. She looked like sin incarnate. The dim lighting of the hallway cast one side of her face into almost total darkness. The other was decorated in long shadows from her eyelashes.

  She smiled at me as I went up the inside of her skirt once more. She spread her legs, her shoes clicking on the hardwood floor as she adjusted her stance to gain her balance. I teased her at first, letting my touch wander along the insides of her thighs. I grazed her clit, and she moaned out of desperation.

  I kissed her throat, jaw, and lips. “Do you want me to touch you, baby?”

  “Please,” she whispered. Her eyes were closed, and her head was pressed against the wall.

  I traced her opening. She was slick with juices, and I could smell the sweetness of her arousal. I ran a finger up and down the length of her. Her pussy was swollen and aching to be filled. I would see to that.

  I pressed two fingers inside her. She moaned toward the ceiling, and her hands tightened into fists. I thrust my fingers slowly at first in come-hither motions, curling up to her G-spot and moving deeper every time.

  “Oh, God yes,” she breathed as her eyes fluttered open. She looked right at me, her green eyes somehow bright in the darkness. “Don’t stop.”

  “Not until you want me to,” I said, and I gave her another finger.

  She stretched to accommodate the thickness. Her moans became louder and less controlled. The sounds of her wetness mingled with the rustling of the fabric of her dress around her waist.

  Soon, she was crying out with euphoric gasps that had my cock twitching in my pants. She was too fucking sexy. She had me aching to be inside her. I wanted to feel her squeezing my cock as her pussy contracted with orgasms. I wanted her to scream my name like she did the last time. I wanted to fuck her until she was nothing but the sex.

  And I would.

  She came all over my hand. Her sighs turned into whimpers of pleasure as I rolled my thumb over her clit. She relaxed in my grip and settled against the wall.

  “You have a moment to catch your breath,” I told her. “And then I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.” I kissed her deeply, and she kissed me back, even though she was short of breath.

  “I don’t need a moment,” she whispered when we broke apart. “But I want to return the favor.” She wriggled her wrists, and I let her go.

  Jo was still pinned between me and the wall. She slid down it, her back still pressed up tight against it until she was in a crouched position in front of me. She ran her hands down my thighs and then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my slacks. She tugged them down around my knees, and then my boxers joined them.

  My cock sprang free in front of her face. She leaned in and ran her tongue up and down the length of it. She looked up at me as she did so with wide and eager eyes. I rested my hands on the wall and braced myself as she took me in her mouth.

  Jo used her tongue along the base of my shaft and only gagged once when she held my cock at the back of her throat. She held herself there with her hands on my ass.

  “Fuck,” I growled as she began bobbing up and down.

  It was only seconds before her mouth was sloppy wet, and each lick and caress of her tongue brought me closer and closer to blowing my load. I tried to tell her that I was going to come, but every time I tried to speak, she took me deep into her throat again and looked up at me. She knew the power she had over me. She was going to have her way with me before I had a chance to get her on her back, screaming my name.

  That, in itself, was a turn on. She was my equal in every way.

  She sucked me off, hard and fast, until my hands were balled into fists against the wall. I bucked against her, and she held her mouth open as I thrust in and out until I came in the back of her throat.

  She took all of it and swallowed, and then leaned back, wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingers. “Do you need to catch your breath, baby?” she asked, one eyebrow arched as she grinned at me.

  “Woman,” I chuckled, “you are playing a dangerous game.”

  “I like a little danger.”

  26

  Josephine

  The waiting was almost unbearable. Zach took my hands in his and pulled me to my feet, where he once again pinned me between his body and the wall. The warmth radiating off of him made me want to wrap myself around him; made me want to be as connected to him as possible. His palms were calloused and rough, and his grip was strong, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips as he kissed me with an insatiable need.

  My dress was still gathered messily around my waist. The crinoline was itchy, and I wanted it off. I wanted it all off. As Zach kissed me, I shimmied it down my hips. It fell in a heap around my ankles. The wall was cool against my bare ass.

  Zach’s hands slipped between my ass and the wall. He lifted me up like I weighed nothing, and I hooked my legs around his waist. His cock rested between my legs, and the sensation of him rubbing against my pussy had me squirming in his arms to take him inside me. He chuckled deeply as I lifted up. I lowered myself back down on his dick, and he slipped inside me.

  It was pure bliss. My body screamed sweet hallelujahs as he bounced me slowly, up and down, up and down. I clung to his shoulders and pulled myself to him, crushing my breasts against his chest as we once more gave in to our desire to kiss one another. I’d never been so turned on in my life. I’d never felt so sexy before, either. Zach made me feel like a goddess. The way he made me feel so safe made the pleasure even more intense. I wasn’t worrying about a damn thing, which was probably the most refreshing part of the whole thing.

  With Brett, I was always concerned about how I looked. I was worried about the loose skin around my midsection from my pregnancy. I hoped he would never look at the silver stretch marks on my hips or lower belly. I worried that my breasts weren’t perky enough, that I wasn’t thin enough, that my legs were too thick, too soft, too—

  Zach crushed me against the wall and buried himself deep inside me. I let out a euphoric cry and buried my fingers in his hair as I came. He smiled and nibbled at my neck. Then, when I had recovered, he lifted me off the wall and carried me down the hall to the bedroom.

  I squeezed his waist tightly with my legs and kissed him the whole way there. We bumped into the doorframe, giggled like idiots over how clumsy and horny we were, and then proceeded deeper into the bedroom, where Zach slowly lowered me to the bed. I kept my legs around him the whole time. At this point, there was literally nothing that could have separated me from him. We were one.

  He began thrusting slowly, and I pressed my heels into the backs of his thighs to urge him on. He stroked my hair off my face as he hovered over me and then lowered his face to rest his forehead against mine. Our breathing synced, and I grabbed his wrists, my grip tight as each thrust plunged deeper and deeper inside me.

  After another body-shaking, heart-pounding climax, he pulled himself off of me and straightened. He grabbed me by the hips and tugged me to the edge of the bed, where he lifted my legs up and dropped to his knees.

  I let my head fall back as he licked me. His hot breath between my legs and his tongue swirling around my clit were wondrous. Every lick had me moaning, and when he eased two fingers inside me and began flicking my G-spot, I came undone. I heard him chuckle between my legs when I came.
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  Soon, I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this. I was incredibly sensitive. Zach got to his feet between my legs and stroked himself. “You have any of those condoms still?”

  I nodded. I couldn’t speak. My brain was mush.

  He grinned at me and walked around the bed to my nightstand. He pulled open the drawer, found a condom, and came back to stand between my thighs. He tore it open, threw the wrapper playfully at me, and then rolled the condom on as I tossed the wrapper over the side of the bed.

  He was sliding inside me again. I gripped the sheets as he gave me all of his length. His thumb pressed down on my clit, and he began thrusting. He was slow at first and then worked his way up to a faster pace that made it impossible for me to do anything besides sigh and moan in ecstasy.

  When he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs together, the pleasure intensified. As my fists tightened in the sheets, he pushed my legs back. His thumb still played with my clit as he buried himself deep inside me over and over.

  I screamed his name like I knew I would, and it seemed to shatter his need to hold in his own orgasm. He came when I did, and both of us rode out our climax together.

  When we were done, Zach patted the back of my thigh, and I shimmied up higher on the bed, where I collapsed to stare up at the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath. Zach didn’t lay down. Instead, he went to my bathroom where I listened to him clean himself up after taking the condom off. When he came back, he stood by the side of the bed, and I rolled to face him, propping my head up in one hand.

  He was smiling at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “Nothing.”

  I sat up and raked my fingers through my hair. It was damp with sweat at the roots. “You want a glass of wine?” I asked. “I have a nice bottle of red I was saving for a special occasion. A Merlot, I believe.”

  “I won’t say no to that,” Zach said, and he offered me his hand. I took it and rolled off the bed, then skipped ahead of him to grab my robe off the back of my bedroom door. Zach clicked his tongue. “Don’t cover up.”

  I paused with my hand just inches from the robe, from my security blanket. I looked back at him over my shoulder and let my hand fall. He wanted to look at me longer. I smiled and slipped out of the bedroom.

  He followed me to the kitchen where I grabbed us each a glass and set to opening the bottle of wine. He offered to help me get the cork out, and I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m a pro. Bartender, remember?”

  “I know. Just trying to be a gentleman.”

  I smiled as I poured us each a glass and handed him his. I swirled mine around in my glass for a minute, and he followed suit. Then we both took a sip. I nodded appreciatively. “Not bad.”

  “Not bad at all.”

  “Want to sit in the living room for a little while?” I asked.

  Zach nodded. We left the kitchen to make ourselves comfortable on the sofa in my living room. I made sure the blinds were closed on the big window that looked out on the dark street out front. We left the lights off, but the darkness wasn’t thick. It was easy to see one another. Zach got comfortable in his corner and lifted his arm for me to get cozy against his side.

  It was so nice to sit like this with him, naked and sipping wine in my living room.

  Was this the kind of thing I’d been missing out on for five years, or was this just the beginning phases of a new relationship? Was he always like this?

  Brett had been sweet too in the beginning.

  “What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” Zach asked, tracing a thumb along my cheek as he looked down at me.

  I didn’t want another relationship like the one I had with Brett. Even though he was an ass, I knew there were things I could have done differently to make sure I didn’t end up too deep in a relationship that was bad for me. So I opened up fearlessly to Zach. “I’m thinking about us.”

  “Us?” He sipped his wine and pulled me to him tighter. “I like the sound of that. What about us?”

  “Everything,” I said. “What I want. How good this feels. How scared I am.”

  “Scared?” he asked. He seemed genuinely surprised by this confession. “What are you scared of?”

  “That this is too good to be true,” I admitted. He didn’t answer me right away. He considered my words, digesting them, and I appreciated that. I let him sit and think and continued. “It’s been so long since I felt this good and since I cared about someone the way I care about you. I don’t want anything to ruin it.”

  “The only thing that can ruin it is us,” he said.

  The statement was so simple that it surprised me. “I know.”

  “And I don’t plan on ruining it. Do you?”

  I shook my head. “Of course not.”

  “Then you are afraid for no reason. I’ve wanted this for a long time, Jo. A really long fucking time. Now that I have you—and a son—I won’t jeopardize it. I won’t take you for granted. I won’t forget what it was like before you.”

  “Where did you come from, Zachary Flynn?”

  He blinked at me.

  I laughed, and it felt damn good to laugh with him after being so vulnerable. He had completely put my mind at ease with just a few words, all because I had been honest with him. I made the commitment to myself right then and there that I would always tell him how I was feeling. I would not keep things inside to let them build and fester and grow. I would share openly. “Thank you,” I said.

  He didn’t seem to know what I was thanking him for, but he smiled anyway and rubbed my shoulder. “So,” he said slowly. “Thursday nights are always like this?”

  I glanced up at him and grinned brightly. “Yep, unless Ryan has a scheduled session with a client who can’t make his normal office hours. But that only ever happens once every few months. Thursdays are my lonely nights.”

  “Not anymore,” Zach mused as he sipped his wine.

  “Oh? You had a good time, did you?”

  “Thursdays are date nights now, woman, whether you like it or not. Maybe next week we’ll go to a movie.”

  I giggled and twisted around so I could rest my legs in his lap. He placed a hand on my knee and watched me as I took a few mouthfuls of my wine. “I don’t know. Sitting beside you in a movie theatre sounds dangerous.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  “Would you keep your hands to yourself the whole time? I’m not doing any funny business in the middle of a show, surrounded by people.”

  Zach chuckled. “Come on, that’s half the fun of it. Just wear a skirt. Then I can reach up there any time I—”

  “No!” I said, and the two of us burst out laughing.

  “A drive-in theatre, then?” Zach suggested when he had his laughter under control.

  I paused. I hadn’t considered that as an option.

  “I’d take my truck, and we could park in the back where no one can see us. Watch a movie. Eat some shitty concession stand food. And then fool around like teenagers.”

  I rolled my eyes and shoved him in the chest. “You’re such a horn dog.”

  “You like it.”

  He was right. I did.

  27

  Zach

  I stepped up into the front seat of my truck and closed the door. I’d just finished my first full week on my Humanitarian Assignment, and I was looking forward to kicking off the weekend with Jo tonight. I was meeting her at the pub, along with Ryan and Rosie, to celebrate my new job and all the new beginnings taking place.

  I was excited about everything, but I still missed the sky. This humanitarian position wasn’t exactly my pace, but it was more than enough to pay the bills, and it would afford me the luxury of being able to spend my life with Jo and my son, which still sounded really strange in my head. My son.

  As I slid the key into the ignition, my phone vibrated. I took a look at it and smiled when I saw that I had a message from Grady. I hadn’t spoken to the guy in weeks. The message made me chuckle:

  “S
o I hear you’re a paper pusher now. Better be careful or those muscles of yours will go to shit.”

  I typed out a response of my own, knowing I’d get a reaction. “I’ll be just like you. I have to get started on my dad bod.”

  My phone was ringing seconds after I hit send. Laughing, I answered the phone. “Hey man. Long time no talk.”

  “Dad bod?” Grady practically yelled into the phone. “What the fuck does that mean? You keeping something from me, Flynn?”

  “Things have been a bit crazy. I should have called and told you.”

  “Told me what? Stop being a little bitch and just tell me, you bastard.”

  “You remember that girl from the bar like, five years ago? The redhead?”

  “The really pretty one that Ghoul hit on? Sure do. Mostly I remember you coming back hungover as balls.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said. “Well, turns out she has a son. He’s almost five. And he’s mine.”

  “Dude,” Grady said, blowing his breath out in a low whistle. “The Great Zachary Flynn is a father now. Poor little tyke.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “Oh come on. I’m not that bad.”

  “I’m just messing with you, brother. What’s he like? Does he look like you?”

  “Actually,” I said, scratching the back of my neck. “I haven’t met him yet. I just found out about him a little over two weeks ago. His mom was in a long-term relationship at the time, which has ended since then.”

  “Of course it did. You’re back in town.”

  I ignored Grady’s joke and kept going. “We both thought it would be best to give the kid time to adjust to the guy being out of the picture. Then she’ll let me know when the time is right and I’ll get to meet him. So far, I know he’s a bit of a Brainiac. Loves science and math and that kind of stuff.”

  “Must have got his smarts from his momma.”