Fighting Perfection (The Perfection Series Book 2)

by Guimond, Heather

  With that, he lowered his head to my aching heat and proceeded to do exactly as he promised. He had me squirming beneath his tongue in seconds, wild whimpers and whispers of “Please, please, please, don’t stop,” falling from my lips in a breathy whoosh. I clutched at the cushions, my nails digging into the fabric. He reached under me and grasped my buttocks, raising my hips up to meet his eager mouth. He ravaged my pussy with his tongue, lips, and teeth leaving no part untouched. When he breached my entrance with that talented tongue and slowly pumped it in and out, I nearly lost my mind. I became an insatiable beast whose only thought was to devour him as completely as he did me.

  I slid out from beneath him and grabbed his hands. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted as he sat up and gripped his steely shaft in his hand and angled it toward me. I dropped down onto my knees and quickly took him into my mouth. I licked, sucked, and bobbed over him as if he were my last meal. I set up a furious pace on him, working that stiff, thick cock with my mouth and both hands. I pumped him as I sucked hard on the head of his cock which caused his hips to move with the rhythm of my touch. It only fueled my desire, and I resolved to suck on him until I emptied him into my hungry mouth.

  He leaned way back into the sofa for a moment before fisting his hands into my long, blonde hair. He pulled and pushed on my head hard urging me to go faster and faster. He had me locked to him as his hips thrust up of their own accord causing his cock to hit the back of my throat and me to gag ever so slightly. When I did, he groaned loudly and pulled me off of him. Setting me back, he laid back onto the cushions and guided me over his face. I lay on top of him and immediately dived back onto his throbbing dick just as his tongue speared me all over again.

  We were twisting and thrashing against each other, our passion soaring out of control. In one way, things were moving quickly but in another, we were in no hurry to move on from enjoying the scent and flavor of each other. We licked, sucked, and fucked each other with our mouths endlessly. I had lost any conscious awareness of time. All I knew was I desperately needed to have all of him. Finally, he moved me off of him and turned me around, then brought me back down to his chest. I straddled his hips as he whispered to me, “Ride me, Mimi. I want to feel what it’s like when you fuck me this time. I want to feel those plump pussy lips of yours gripping my cock as you bounce up and down on me. I want to watch your face and body as you use me. Show me how you take what you want.”

  I groaned and immediately slid down over him. I paused for a moment, savoring that initial feeling of him filling me. I could feel the head of his cock pressed against my cervix, and I could swear I would come if I just sat there and concentrated on the feeling. A surge of desire ripped through me, and suddenly I couldn’t imagine anything but working myself fast and furious on his cock. As I ground my hips down against him making sure that swollen head brushed over my secret spot again and again, I dragged my fingernails hard down his chest, leaving little red lines all over it. I arched my back and rode him wildly as if I were on a bronco that needed to be tamed. He was no passive partner, either. He gripped my flesh, kneading it hard. He reached up and pinched each nipple in turn, causing a zip of pleasure mixed with pain to shoot through my chest in the most delicious way. He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled me down to his mouth as he thrust his hips up into me, punching hard between my legs. He had officially taken over and was now determined to fuck me until I was limp over him and begging for release, which is exactly what happened. Rather than give into my pleas, he guided me off of him and bent me over the sofa. He thrust into me and worked me tirelessly, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I’d have fingertip bruises on them. Each time he rammed into me, I was thrown forward, but he just pulled me back onto his cock to repeat the cycle once more.

  It was carnal, so animal and brutal in its own way. Shivers rippled down my body as I felt that tight coiling in my lower abdomen. It was building and building, tighter and tighter. When it finally let go, I was screaming James’ name and bucking wildly against him. I couldn’t drive him deep enough, couldn’t move fast enough, I just wanted it to last and last. I came harder than I could ever remember coming before. The spasms wracking my body lasted minutes, I swear. James slapped me on the ass as I was coming down, saying, “More. Give me more, Mimi. I want to feel you gushing on me again. I want your pussy so wet when I’m ready to come that it drips down your thighs.”

  He slapped my behind again and again until I was hit with another round of convulsions. I moaned over and over, spreading my thighs wider. James suddenly pushed my head down to the cushions, raising my ass higher and gave it to me harder than I believed I could have taken. I knew this was leading to a big explosion between us, and all I could do was hang on for dear life.

  Finally, he let loose with a shout, which hearing him come so loudly set off another wave through me, and I furiously bumped my hips back on him as he stilled. I came with my own scream as he collapsed on my back. We sat there for a few minutes just trying to catch our breath and piece our minds back together again.

  When I finally came to, I noticed it had grown very dark outside even though the sun had just started to set when he arrived. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already past 9 p.m. We’d fucked non-stop for three hours. I chuckled hoarsely to myself. It didn’t look like we would make it out of the house. My stomach picked that moment to grumble loudly. James just laughed as he pulled out of me.

  “Sounds like someone worked up an appetite,” he said, as I flopped down to lay on the sofa. He followed me down, laying on top of me and giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. “Perhaps we should see about some food. I intended to take you out for a nice dinner, but ended up devouring you instead.”

  “Since you followed through on your promise and have messed me up all to hell, maybe we should order some take-out? I have a stack of menus in one of the drawers in my kitchen,” I replied, stroking my hands up and down his back.

  “Naked take-out?” he suggested.

  “Well, one of us needs to get at least semi-dressed to answer the door when it arrives, but that doesn’t mean we have to stay that way.” I winked.

  “Woot! Then take-out it is!” he exclaimed as he raised up off me to sit on the sofa. I went to retrieve the menus from the kitchen.

  “There’s everything from pizza to Thai food here,” I mentioned, as I walked back into the living room. “Take your pick.”

  We ultimately chose from the menu of a new Indian restaurant I had yet to try. The menu had come in the mail, and I’d just tossed it in the drawer. I chose Lamb Saag, which was a dish prepared with spinach and spices. He picked Chicken Vindaloo, an extremely spicy dish served with potatoes and a tangy tasting sauce.

  “Are you a fan of spicy foods?” I asked after he placed the order on his mobile phone.

  “I like my food like I like my women,” he teased, as he scooped me into his lap. “Hot and spicy.”

  “My God, can you get any cheesier?” I teased back.

  “You are the biggest brat I have ever met. It’s a good thing I don’t suffer from an inferiority complex. If I did, your smart mouth would drive me straight into a deep depression. Do you know what I do with brats like you?” he asked as he tweaked my nose. Before I could reply, he tossed me over his lap and spanked me softly.

  “You call this a spanking?” I said, feeling even more obnoxious. “Put some effort into it, man!”

  He raised his eyebrows at me, and said, “Oh, you want me to do this with some feeling? Hold on, Kitten. I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

  The next thing I knew fire was shooting across my bare ass from the wallop he gave me. It hurt like hell, but was replaced with a warm, delicious sensation when he caressed the sting, soothing the skin. I wriggled against him in response.

  “Ah, now I see what I’m dealing with,” he remarked. “You like a little bit of pain, don’t you?” He punctuated his question with another resounding slap.

  “I…I d
on’t know. No one has ever spanked me before.” I replied honestly. My own mother had never spanked me, although I was sure if she had it would have been nothing like this.

  His hand traveled leisurely over my backside, caressing and sometimes cupping it. “Hmmm,” he hummed. “Sounds like someone has been a little sheltered. I’ll fix that.”

  I wondered what sort of thing he had in mind. It was true that the sex I’d had up to this point wasn’t all that adventurous even though most of it had been satisfying. I have to admit, I may have squirmed a little in response.

  “You like that idea, do you? Mimi, I’m going to make it my mission to show you everything you’ve ever fantasized about and then some.”

  I may have whimpered as he said this. He pulled me up from his lap and laid me back over the sofa. He caressed the length of my torso while looking earnestly into my eyes. “Seriously, I’m going to leave such an impression on you that you’ll never forget me as long as you live. You’ll wear my mark on your brain.”

  Once again, a delicious shiver ran through me. I was completely willing to follow his lead. I leaned up and kissed him thoroughly, my sign that he could do what he pleased, and I’d be his attentive pupil. He took control of the kiss and we lay there like that, kissing and caressing each other until he pulled back grinning at me.

  “As much as I’d love to spend the next several hours buried deep inside you again, I should probably put some pants on for when the delivery guy gets here.” He smirked as he started getting dressed. Just as he was zipping up his pants, the doorbell rang.

  Once James had paid for the food and brought it inside, he declared we were going eat picnic style. He promised that since I had been so ‘sheltered,’ he was going to put me on a training program to expand my horizons. Insisting we start small, we were going to enjoy an indoor naked picnic promising that someday we’d have an outdoor one. I was skeptical, but he just winked at me and said, “You’ll see.”

  So, we laid out a well-worn quilt I’d had since my college days and set the food out on it. We spent the next hour laughing and eating often feeding our food to each other. It was romantic in a way being so intimate with each other as we shared the meal. I realized that when you are completely naked with someone else not engaged in some kind of sexual activity, you’re very vulnerable, emotionally as well as physically. Once you’ve dropped all your exterior guards, it’s surprisingly easy to let your emotional guards follow. Our conversation flowed deeper into the ‘getting to know you’ topics we had skimmed during our trip to Lake Havasu.

  “Did you go into the Navy right out of high school?” I asked before topping a chunk of naan with my lamb and stuffing it into my mouth.

  James finished chewing the bite he had just put into his mouth while shaking his head. “No, not right away. I tried the traditional college thing, but after two years, I still had an undeclared major and no idea what I wanted to do. I’d always been fascinated by airplanes so I started taking flight lessons while I was in school. I loved it. I suddenly felt a freedom I’d never known before and such a sense of control. I thought about continuing my education and working for an airline, but to me that seemed to be the equivalent of a glorified bus driver. Not that I have anything against bus drivers, of course, I just wanted something a bit more challenging as well. It was my Dad who suggested I talk with a recruiter. After speaking with him, I got involved with the ROTC at my university and began preparing for life in the military. I found it suited me. So that’s what got me through university. After I graduated, I went to Officer Candidate School to get my commission, and well, let’s just say the rest is history because I see your eyes glazing over.” He chuckled as he reached over to wipe a bit of sauce at the corner of my mouth.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, no! I’m very interested!” I said as I pushed our empty plates to the side and crawled toward him.

  He opened his arms wide to receive me, and I crawled across his lap. We kissed a little, talked a little bit more about our histories, but nothing too deep. I suggested we watch a movie but it was starting to get late, and he had to get up early in the morning. He also had a long drive back to Lemoore. We each put on our clothes, and I walked him to the door. He gave me a lingering kiss and promised to call me soon. Once the door was shut behind him, I leaned against it and sighed. I had no idea where this ‘relationship’ was going to lead and while my natural instinct was to dissect it and label it somehow, I decided once again I was just going to go with the flow.

  I took a shower and got ready for bed. I thought about watching a movie On Demand, but it was already just before midnight. I thought I might as well turn in since I was meeting the girls for brunch in the morning.

  I ended up sleeping later than I wanted to but was still on time to meet the girls at Farmers Market. We went to The French Crepe Company where I ordered La Sorbonne which is a fantastic indulgence of crepe, bananas, and chocolate syrup and a very large Caffe Mocha. Once we had our orders, we wandered over to the seating area and sat down for our weekly ‘Gossip and Grub’.

  “Okay, it’s Liz’ turn to update us first on the goings on in her life,” Grace declared with a slap of her palm on the table top.

  Intensely private Liz just gave her a look that said, ‘Yeah, right.’

  “Oh come on, Liz. We come here every week and listen to the rest of us, but you never share! You’d better start or we’re going to excommunicate you from the group.”

  “Please,” she droned sarcastically. “One of us has to be the stable voice of reason among you three. Besides, my life is very sedate. You know I spend my weekends with a good book. I doubt you want a play by play of my reading list.”

  I spoke up, being a book lover myself. “I’d like to hear what you’ve been reading. What was the last book you finished?”

  Liz suddenly blushed a very deep red. We all looked at each other and instantly became much, much more interested. We all leaned forward, waiting to hear about whatever embarrassed her so.

  “Um… well it was a book by a new author, but it was extremely well written. Very vivid.” She cleared her throat and looked around at the people milling about the market.

  Grace prodded, “It was dirty, wasn’t it? You can tell us.”

  “Well, it had its graphic scenes, this is true, but it was actually a very suspenseful and gripping read as well.”

  “Gripping…sheet gripping, you mean,” Jessica offered devilishly.

  Liz nodded bashfully. “There might have been a little of that, yes.”

  “Let Mimi borrow it now that you’re done. She also needs a little sheet gripping in her life.” Grace chuckled.

  I cleared my own throat and looked around wide-eyed doing my best to look innocent. I considered whistling. Seeing the look on my face, and very likely eager to have the spotlight taken off her, Liz looked at me closely. “I think maybe Mimi is holding out on us, ladies.”

  They all stared at me intently waiting for me to spill my guts. I still wasn’t in a hurry to share with my three very nosy friends. They’d all dissect everything and analyze it. I didn’t want to do that, especially with the Justin thing, since I had no idea what was up with that. I just wanted to let things come as they would for once in my life, but after my reaction, I had to give them something.

  “Well, I have some stuff going on, but nothing to report, yet,” I hedged.

  “I know it’s got to do with that Jammer guy. You were tight lipped when you first met him, and then you two seemed to get pretty cozy once we were on the boat,” Grace prodded pointing at me with the rim of her coffee cup.

  “I did have a date with him last night. We had a very nice time.” Wasn’t that the understatement of the year?

  “So tell us, what did you do? What happened? Did you do the nasty?” Grace asked, pushing for details as I had known she would.

  “We just had dinner at my house. Nothing exciting,” I lied. I needed to get off this subject as fast as I could. I was never very good at co
ncealing the truth and these girls would ferret out the story if they were given enough of a chance. “If anything comes of it, I’ll let you know. Now let’s move on to Grace, she always has some juicy morsel.”

  Grace, eager to turn the conversation to something more titillating, launched into a long story about how she’d met this wealthy man the night before who was apparently hung like a horse and killer in the sack. No, really killer. She kept referring to him as Meester Beeg. She complained that she didn’t think her nether parts would be serviceable in the near future after spending the night with him. She kept us entertained in her bawdy way, and we spent the next hour discussing whether or not she should go for round two.

  The conversation eventually got back around to me and my job prospects. I shared my plans to go back to school and mentioned the fundraising program. Everyone thought that with my history it was a great idea. We moved on to other mundane discussions about work at my old firm, and finally decided to call ‘Gossip and Grub’ adjourned for another week.

  The rest of the day proceeded in a leisurely fashion as did the following week. On Wednesday, I got a call from Justin who wanted to go out the next day. He had finished up his most recent project and had nothing going on for the next few days. Since I had another week and a half before my new classes began, we agreed it would be a good time to get out of town for a while.

  Justin picked me up early the next morning around 6:00 am. We caught breakfast at a nearby family restaurant and then set out for the Port of Long Beach. We arrived just in time to catch our eight o’clock trip to Catalina Island. We planned to spend the day taking some of the island tours and doing some parasailing. It was a nice ride lasting only about an hour. We were stunned when a large pod of dolphins surrounded our boat. The captain stopped for about fifteen minutes so we could watch them swim and jump around us. I quickly snapped off several pictures using my phone. It was a magical beginning to the day, and for me only foretold of a great trip ahead.