by Cara North
“Maybe we could just order a pizza. What else can I do to help?” He faced her again.
She had him order the pizza first. That gave her time to come up with some things for him to do for her. He had washed the three dishes in her sink, and taken the trash with eight things in it out. The pizza arrived, he insisted on paying for it and they settled down at her kitchen table to eat.
“So why aren’t you playing football anymore?” she asked.
“Busted my ankle. It has pins in it and I had to decide if it was worth taking a chance with it again,” he said and took another bite of the cheese pizza.
“How long did you play?” She was enraptured by this man. He was sweet, a little bit shy, and smokin’ hot.
“I’ve played pro-football since I graduated from college. I’ve been smart with my decisions and there are other kids a little younger, a lot more eager to get their bodies damaged. I’ve had a concussion, sprains, strains, and I’m just ready for something else.” He looked at her. “I got a part, a small part in a movie. I’m actually talking to some people next week about some local sports broadcasting. I don’t know. I wanted to come out to California so I could finally spend time with my little sister and she is finally moving on with her life.” He let out a frustrated breath. “I’m sorry. I’ve been in LA less than a day and I’m already wishing I were anywhere else.”
“You broke my arm.” She lifted it for emphasis. He closed his eyes and nodded. “You’re here. And…I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.”
He grinned just a little bit.
“I’m not promiscuous,” she clarified. “I just can’t deny the fact that I am attracted to you. I was in a bad relationship for three years. He’s in the military, was in and out of my life because of it. He told me on Valentine’s Day last year that he was not coming back. He was getting married to a girl he met on active duty. I haven’t been interested in anyone, including him in over a year. So, I’m not apologizing for that kiss.”
He grinned a lot. His cheeks tinted with just a hint of blush. “I like a forward woman.”
“Even if she’s a little broken?” She held up her arm.
“I don’t mind being gentle.” He winked.
“I do have condoms in my bedroom.” She breathed. “Just in case.”
“I have some in my wallet.” He looked at her and she knew they were going to get it on and it was going to be great. “Just in case.”
Chapter 1
Bruce followed her back to her bedroom. As far as the end of a terrible day could go, this wasn’t what he expected. She turned to look at him as she turned on the light and said, “Little help here.”
She tugged at the t-shirt she was wearing with her left hand.
“I got it.” He stepped forward and pulled the soft cotton t-shirt up and over her head being very careful with her right arm and the purple cast. “Interesting color choice.”
“Purple is my favorite color.” She looked up at him with those pretty hazel eyes and he settled his resolve to make sure if he did nothing else tonight he would at least make this woman feel something other than pain from him.
“I see that.” He looked at the voluptuous breasts covered by the deep purple bra. “These are nice.”
“I’ve grown into them.” She touched the top button on his shirt with her left hand.
“I’ll take off my clothes, too. I don’t want you to do anything but relax.” He leaned down and kissed her lips. She opened her mouth to him immediately and he slipped his tongue in to caress hers. She had the softest lips he had known and he had kissed a few lips. It had been a while, longer than he cared to remember.
He pulled back from her mouth. He pushed his hands into the fitted grey sweatpants she was wearing and pushed them down. She stepped out of them and he noticed the purple toe nail polish with white dots. He wasn’t exactly sure what came over him, but he bent down farther and placed a kiss on the top of her foot.
He felt something soft hit the top of his head and as he looked up he noticed it was the bra. She was a little eager to get the move on things. He figured the first time could always be quick. The second was always better because the anticipation was over and the fun could commence.
“Hint taken.” He reached up and pulled the purple panties down revealing nothing but smooth, soft flesh. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt as she moved to sit on the bed. He noticed she had a generous ass to match the boobs. Her hourglass figure was trim through the abdomen and waist. He had pulled the shirt off, the t-shirt underneath, and pushed his pants down. Some things came with a body his size. A decent dick was one of them.
He pushed the briefs down a bit and watched her tongue sweep out and over her lips. He was dripping. It seemed like an eternity since he had his dick sucked. She said, “Take them off.”
He pushed his underwear down to his knees and then let them drop as he stepped out of them. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide. “I’m not a small man.”
“I’m not a petite woman.” Her eyelashes fluttered as he stepped closer.
“Thank God.” He breathed. She looked at him wide eyed and a bit offended. “You have no idea what it’s like to be afraid you might…break someone.”
“You already broke me.” She bit into her lower lip. “I imagine you don’t know what it’s like to be the same size as most people interested in you. Or bigger.”
“Not unless they were trying to take my head off on a field.” He reached down and pulled her foot upwards. She giggled as he nipped the polka dotted toe. “What’s with the dots?”
“It’s feminine. I don’t get a lot of feminine opportunities in my regular job.” She sighed as he rubbed his hand along the sole of her foot. “Oh, God, or massages.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He slid her legs apart as he moved to the edge of the bed. He kneeled down and pulled her forward spreading her legs to either side of his shoulders as he pulled. “Now this, this is a gorgeous pussy.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” She touched his hair with the fingers on her right hand. The casted one. He leaned his head back so her fingers moved down his forehead, over the tip of his nose, and across his lips.
“Not really. I haven’t had this view in a while. Probably since college,” he admitted. It was true. He just never cared for eating pussy. If he didn’t break her arm, he wouldn’t be between her legs right now. “Lay back. I don’t want you putting any pressure on that arm.”
“You sure you don’t need me to give directions? If you haven’t done this…oh, oh wow. Must be like riding a…oh my…bike.” She was lying back on her bed and shifting her hips wider apart to allow him more access. He didn’t like doing it. That didn’t mean he didn’t know how to do it.
“I haven’t even licked you yet.” He slid his middle finger into her and she arched her back.
He liked the way she reacted to his touch, he liked the way she smelled. He leaned in and admitted to himself, he even liked the way she tasted. He pulled his finger out of her and held the tender flesh open so he could lick up the left, down the right, dip into her with his tongue.
He pushed his finger into her again, explored her depths, the smooth surface, and crooked his finger to touch the not so smooth surface. Her hips began rocking back and forth in what he could only describe as a continuous wave. His tongue flicked out over the erect blade of her clitoris and the sounds she started making drove him to new heights. He was down right enjoying this for the first time.
He pushed a second finger into her as her left hand pushed through the hair on the top of his head. She didn’t pull or push him. She stroked. Her hand was so gentle compared to the reaction of her hips. Her fingers slipped to his ear and she stroked the top of the shell.
“You’re so good at this,” she whispered through labored breaths.
“Not good enough to make you come, though.” He looked up at her, those lush breasts rose like mountains off of a bronzed valley.
“You. Were. Right. Ther
e.” She spoke with labored breaths. “Then stopped to tell me that.”
He smiled against her thigh. He opened his mouth and licked her flesh there. The soft, smooth feel of her thigh made him eager to feel it around his hips.
“Please, I’m so close.” She put her left hand between her legs and used her fingers, two on one side, and three on the other to push the swollen, slick, flesh open for him. He leaned in and licked both her pussy and her fingers and something about her touching herself just turned him on even more.
He doubled his efforts for making her come this way. He wasn’t going to last a second at this rate once he got inside of her. He pushed two fingers in and she sucked in a hard breath, her hips began the rocking motion. “So good, Bruce.”
A shiver of delight slipped down his spine at the sound of his name on her lips. Feeling bold and knowing she would need to accommodate more than two fingers worth of width in a few moments, he began to work a third finger into her. The woman he had been talking to, the woman he was sure had some Latin heritage, but who had no trace of an accent whatsoever, started saying things he didn’t understand and a few things he did.
“Bruce. Bruce. Aye, Papi!”
Her body jerked with the force of the orgasm. Her walls clamped down on his fingers hard enough he actually felt the grip and pull. He removed his fingers as she removed hers from the position of holding herself open. He wiped his face on her thighs. Licked her navel.
“Put your right arm over your head so I don’t do any more damage to it. Good. You’re breathing really hard. You need a break?”
“No.” She gripped her left breast with the free hand, teased her nipple.
“I’m glad, because I wasn’t really planning to give you one.” He closed his mouth over her left breast, licking the nipple and her fingers as he did. She switched, he switched. His hips settled between her legs and he reminded himself that he absolutely had to wear a condom.
“I want to taste you,” she said. They were sideways on the bed. Both of them were too tall for the current position, much less him climbing to hover over her face with his dick. He kissed her neck, then her lips. Her leg came up and her foot slid to his lower back as she arched up to rub against him. “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”
He moved off of her and crawled towards the side her head was on. “Scoot up a little, put that arm forward now. Let your head drop back.”
“You want me to do this upside down?” she asked.
“According to the women’s magazine left in the seatback on my plane this will help you take it deeper.” He watched as she moved into the awkward position. “And it is supposed to be easier to take a man of my size.”
Her left hand came up to wrap fingers around the base of his cock. Her tongue swept out to taste the fluid already leaking. “Do that again.”
She did. She opened her mouth and guided him in. He was glad she had a tall bed. He didn’t have to bend as much. He leaned forward and touched her breasts, both of them as she slipped the head of his dick into her mouth.
Damned if they weren’t right. She was able to get more of his cock in her mouth than anyone had before. It made his knees weak. She let go of his dick, allowing him the control of the depth. He was careful not to probe too far. He did like the way her long neck looked. He watched her left hand slide between her legs again and he slid deeper into her mouth and felt the back of her throat.
She moaned and swallowed. He watched her throat work. He watched as he felt her nipples, hard beneath his palms as he caressed them, and he watched her hips lift against her own hand. It was so fucking hot he could barely control himself.
He let his dick slide out of her mouth and said, “Your mouth is so sweet.”
“Bruce,” she whispered his name. He watched her hand continue to work between her legs. Her tongue slipped up the underside of his dick. “I want to feel you in my mouth when I come.”
She groaned, called his name quietly again, and he couldn’t help but oblige her. He slipped his dick into her mouth and watched her masturbate herself to orgasm again. He was damn near at risk of falling in love with this woman.
He caressed her throat as she moaned, swallowed. He watched her hips buck with the release. It wasn’t as intense as the first one. He knew that by the way her body reacted. He pulled out of her mouth and told her, “I’ll be lucky if I survive entry at this point.”
“If I suck you off can you get hard again?” She reached up to touch the head of his penis.
“It might take a minute, but yeah. I can.”
***
“Then get up here so I can do this right.” Harmony was well and beyond caring if she was exposed by the light. She simply stayed focused on him and it allowed her to just do what she felt rather than think about what he would think. Her last boyfriend judged her for being uninhibited. Bruce wasn’t her boyfriend. He was the guy whose elbow hit just right on an old volleyball injury and broke her forearm.
She watched as his big body moved into her bed. He was solid. The muscles in his body weren’t body builder bulky and layered. They were just like one would expect of a quarterback. The thought made her ask, “What position did you play?”
“Position?’
The right side of her lips lifted in a smile. “Football. I know what position I want you to play in now. Come here.”
She was on her knees, aggravated with the right arm that wanted to touch but couldn’t.
“Wide receiver.” He practically gasped as her left hand cupped his balls and her tongue slid over the top of his dick.
She looked up at him and noticed the flush of color on his chest. She bit her lower lip and said, “That’s my position in this game.”
He laughed and his hands moved into her hair. He didn’t try to push her head down onto his cock. He lifted the hair from both sides and held it up and off of her face.
She leaned forward and pushed him into her mouth, letting her tongue move along the way to tease. His hips moved forward and then he tried to stop them by clenching his thighs. She pulled off and looked up at him. “It’s okay. I’ll put my hand in play if it gets to be too much for me, but I like how you feel in my mouth, Bruce. You’re big. My jaws have to stretch; I like how you feel at the back of my throat. I don’t have a strong gag reflex, so unless you push too hard against me I’m determined to get you all the way down.”
For a moment the look in his eyes made her think he might ask her to marry him. It was that sincere, that tender. It startled her. She looked immediately back to his dick and put her head back in the game. She opened her mouth and took him deep. His hips moved slowly at first. He picked up the pace with shorter thrusts and then slowly pushed deep. It was a telling move. She knew this was the way he would move in her pussy too.
She hummed around his cock and his hands tightened in her hair, it pulled a little, but not too much. Her left hand moved around to cup his muscular ass cheek and pulled him in deeper. He moaned and his muscles tightened under her grip. He breathed out quickly. In short gasping breaths he told her, “I’m going to come, Harmony.”
He remembered her name. He said it again, repeatedly. He probably meant it as a warning, but she liked the sound of it breathlessly on his lips. She firmed her grip on his ass and by sheer determination didn’t stop pushing until her lips touched the base of his penis. He groaned out a sound as his cock emptied into her throat. She held him there as he pumped in short jerks and she swallowed down every last drop.
He would remember that blow job for a long time to come, she was sure of it. Feeling a bit high on ability she just kept sucking. He resisted a moment then said, “Let me catch my breath. Let me taste you some more.”
That had her unlatching and adjusting in the bed. He moved next to her. He was taller than her. The toes of her feet stretched down to touch the top of his. He was looking at her with those gorgeous eyes. They had to be the size of quarters. She had never seen such big blue eyes before. Her right hand moved up and with
the tips of the fingers sticking out of the cast, she touched the eyelashes as he closed his eyes. “It’s not fair for a man to have such luxurious eyelashes.”
His lips curved into a smile. She asked, “Did I wear you out?”
“Just basking in the glow a moment.” He reached up and stroked the side of her face. “You are so beautiful. You must be crazy.”
“What?” She laughed.
“You can’t be this pretty, this good in bed, and still be single unless you have something wrong with you.” He leaned in and kissed her lips briefly. “You work too much don’t you? I can tell you are determined to be good at anything you do.”
“I am committed to my job, yes. I have perfect attendance for three years straight.” She stroked his temple, his ear. He closed his eyes again. She stroked her fingers over his lips and he kissed each one in turn. She pushed the hand into his hair. That opened his eyes since the cast kinda cracked him in the head as she did. “Damn it! This thing.”
“It’s okay. I’ve been hit by a lot harder.” He winked at her.
“Can I tell you something?” She bit into her lower lip. She was amazed how easy it was to talk to him, to lay there next to him and enjoy these moments.
“You’re hungry?” he said playfully. She knew then he was hungry.
“I can eat. But that’s not what I was going to say.” She let her hand stroke his shoulder, down his arm. “I’ve never done this before.”
“You sure could have fooled me.” His eyebrows made the cutest expression.
“I meant leave the lights on, touch myself, get a bit…freaky. I just didn’t want you to think I was…”
“Well.” He pursed his lips. “If we’re disclosing unusual bedroom habits, I suppose I can admit that I don’t eat pussy.”
“Yeah you do.” She couldn’t believe that. Sure it took him a few minutes to get going, but once he did he was rolling.