FieldofPlay

by Frances Stockton

  “How do you intend to do that?” he asked, resting his hand over hers to hold her back.

  “You know what I want, McKay.” He had to know. Looking right at him, she licked her lips, hoping she looked sexy doing it.

  He moved away from the wall, keeping control of her hand. He tightened his fingers, wrapping hers around his shaft. “You’ve pleased me from the moment we met. If you want to use your hand, tell me. If you want to suck me, say it.”

  Lifting her chin, she said, “I want to suck you dry.”

  Dallas freed her hand. “Knees, Gracie.”

  Grace knelt before him. She was glad she was tall. Kneeling brought her face to face with his erection. Dallas had very long legs, contributing to his great height and speed. He was proportioned exactly right. His arms were long. In another life, he might have been a swimmer. Even his feet were big.

  “My cock is yours now,” he murmured hoarsely. “Suck me dry.”

  His hands settled on either side of her head, guiding her closer to what she craved. He used just enough pressure to move her, but it wouldn’t take much to exert force. He wasn’t a bully.

  Grace ringed the root of his cock with her long fingers, tightening to hold him steady. Leaning closer, she breathed in, smelling warm skin and soap. Touching his cock head with the tip of her tongue, she tasted the saltiness of pre-cum. She used her tongue to sweep the foreskin below the rim of his glans. His foreskin felt so delicate and soft, she worried she might hurt him. Dallas made a deep humming sound, telling her he liked it, and she playfully licked it back up.

  Over and over, she repeated the moves, rolling the skin up and down until Dallas’ fingers tightened at her scalp. “Yeah, lick me all over,” he whispered, letting her set the pace this time.

  Relishing in her ability to please him, Grace rolled the skin back so she could hone in on the soft, soft skin of his helmet. Knowing the ridge on the underside of a man’s glans was usually the most sensitive spot due to a concentration of nerves, she licked and suckled him there. He did like when she honed in on it. But when she toyed with his whole foreskin, he jolted and hummed low in his throat. That was what he preferred.

  Cherishing the earthy taste of his cock, Grace kissed the little slit at the tip, flicking her tongue wildly in and out. Dallas growled. She did it again.

  “Open your mouth, baby, suck me.”

  Grace parted her lips. Dallas guided her head. His hips surged forward, slowly. The bulbous head of his penis filled her mouth, brushing her tongue. She tightened her hand at his base, pumping him. Adding her left hand, she ever so gently scratched his hair-roughened balls. Loving the way he felt in her mouth, she tightened her lips to keep him from drawing back.

  “Beautiful,” he praised. His hands at her head were trembling. He withdrew, then penetrated again, equally slow, stopping when the first few inches filled her mouth. “Take it slow. You’re so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth. I could come from looking at you.”

  Impossibly, his cock swelled even bigger. Dallas thrust into her mouth another inch. Grace sucked, bobbing her head up and down his glans and part of his shaft that he’d given her. But she longed for more. She relaxed her jaw, shifted her tongue and sucked him deeper.

  “Fuck!” he cursed as she took him to the back of her throat, drew on him, then eased back to suck and lick his glans.

  Dallas’ hands grasped a little tighter. His hips thrust faster, harder, fucking her mouth. Grace took it. She refused to gag or displease him. Using her fist, she pumped him hard while softly scratching his sac.

  His balls were so incredibly soft and vulnerable, she wanted to protect him. Drawing off his cock, she leaned in to whisper gentle kisses all over his groin. Carefully drawing his tender flesh into her mouth, she suckled. His strong fingers jerked, pulling her hair a little.

  She didn’t mind. She welcomed the little sting. It turned her on to know that she could make Dallas shake. Masculine groans and praise echoed about the shower stall.

  Releasing his testicles, she planted kisses up the root of his shaft, returning to tease his foreskin with her tongue before taking him back into her mouth. Fully aroused, she relaxed her jaw and let him thrust into her mouth as she sucked him.

  Dallas growled and grunted like an untamed beast, taking one hand from her head to slap it against the shower wall. His ball sac drew taut against his body.

  “Gracie, gonna come, take it all.” His cock head swelled, pulsed. Hot cum splashed her tongue. Grace swallowed and sucked him down her throat, taking in the flow of his seed until it ceased.

  Only after she licked away every drop with her tongue did she release his semi-hard cock.

  * * * * *

  Dallas could barely move. His legs damn near gave out on him when Grace sucked his cock and his cum down her throat.

  Somehow, he managed to haul her up and sagged into her arms. His sweet, sweet Gracie held him tight, made him feel strong. Holy fuck, his woman had a mouth on her that drove him crazy. She hadn’t only given him the best blowjob in his life. She’d made love to him.

  Grace Daniels was an amazing woman. He was pretty sure she had no clue how incredible she was or how beautiful. He’d show her the truth when he stopped shaking like a damn teenager.

  He wasn’t the only one shaking. Grace was trembling from head to toe.

  The water from overhead was still flowing. Releasing one arm from around her, he turned off the shower. “Let’s get out of here and into bed before we shrivel into a couple of prunes,” he murmured against her downturned head.

  She nodded and moved back. By sheer will, he was able to stand normally and helped her out of the stall. He grabbed some towels from a rack and wrapped her up before taking care of himself.

  He found a smaller towel and scrubbed her hair. “Do you have a brush and a blow dryer I could use? I don’t want to go outside with wet hair.”

  “It’s in the cabinet below the sink,” he answered, draping the smaller towel over her head. “Why do you want to go outside now?”

  “I don’t, not yet at least,” she said, moving it off.

  Something was wrong. She’d wrapped her towel around her like a shield. She kept looking at everything except him.

  “What’s going on in that pretty head, baby?” he asked, going up to her. She stepped back before he reached her, but didn’t retreat far.

  “Nothing,” she answered.

  He didn’t give her a chance to retreat again. He backed her up against the sink.

  “Talk to me.” Dallas tilted her chin up with his finger.

  “We’re still having fun, right? This has been the best night of my life. I’m not ready to let it end.”

  What the hell? She’d just blown his mind with that sexy mouth and she thought the night was done. What kind of bastards had she dated before him? Fuck it, he knew, the kind that caused her to avoid sex for four years.

  “We’re just starting,” he whispered, leaning in to her. “How can you think we’d be done when it’s taking everything in me to keep you from seeing how much my legs are shaking?”

  “So you, ah, you liked…what I did?” A vibrant red flush swept from her face to her throat.

  “Maybe this will tell you,” he said, jerking the towel out of her hold and flinging it away. Having already dropped his towel after he’d dried off, he brought her up against him. “Grace Daniels, you blew my mind.” Kissing her, he told her with his mouth exactly how much he’d loved what she’d done for him.

  Grace’s arms went around his neck. Dallas held her close, showering her face with thank-you kisses. To his surprise, he heard her giggle. “I think you mean I blew your cock.”

  Leaning back, he looked at her. Her bee-stung lips were fuller than before. She was so fucking pretty right then! He couldn’t help but be drawn into her siren’s smile.

  “That you did,” he agreed, smoothing his hand through her wet, blonde hair. “No one’s ever done that for me.”

  “No way,” she
denied. “No way you’re a blowjob virgin.”

  “I’ve never given one. Don’t intend to.”

  “Careful with the teasing, McKay,” she warned, putting up a brave front, when in reality, she was grinning from ear to ear.

  “Or you’ll what? Kick my scrawny ass?”

  “Hardly scrawny, you have the finest ass this side of Texas. Not to mention the finest legs and eight-pack abs ever. Thank goodness you don’t endorse underwear. If you did, everyone would know you have a huge, beautiful cock.”

  “After all that praise, I owe you a confession,” he said, feeling himself blush a little.

  Grace arched her left brow. It was so cute, he damn near kissed it. “Which is?”

  “You, sweet Gracie, are the first woman to make me come with her mouth.”

  She flushed even brighter and he kissed her. Her scent had changed since they’d showered. She smelled like him. Dallas wanted to howl at the moon in triumph. Deepening their kiss, he tasted the lingering saltiness of his cum. Grace hadn’t complained. In fact, given that her hands began wandering up and down his back, he felt certain she was hungry for more of his cock. Lifting her up, he set her on the antique sink. Instinctively, her long legs slid up around his thighs, locking behind him. His cock stirred. But it would be a little while before he could fuck her properly.

  Rocking her back, he brought her arms from around him and locked her hands at the edge of the countertop. Kissing a path from her mouth to her throat, he found the mark he’d left earlier. He loved that mark. When it came to Grace Daniels, he felt possessive and protective. And he’d gotten hard more times in the last few hours than he had when he first got laid at sixteen.

  Deciding to show her how much he wanted her, Dallas flicked his tongue over her marked skin. She arched her neck, trusting him. Working his way from her throat to her collarbone, he nipped and played. She bucked when he bit, but he was careful not to make it hurt. That wasn’t what he wanted with her. No pain, only pleasure.

  With that in mind, Dallas cupped her gorgeous tits, lifting them for his mouth. Her back bowed gracefully, presenting her breasts. For a second he thought he saw scars on her skin. She shifted and he thought it must have been a trick of the lights. Instead of worrying about it, he smothered his nose between her breasts. Soft skin rubbed against his cheeks. Nice, but he needed more. Pulling back, he pressed both breasts close together and twirled his tongue around each plump nipple.

  Grace held on to the counter and little mews escaped her mouth. He reluctantly let go of her breasts to smooth his hands over her ribs and to her thighs. He shifted, having her part her legs a little more. Right now, he wanted complete access to her sweet-tasting pussy. As she’d done for him a few minutes ago, he went to his knees before her. Next time he went down on her, he’d lay her back on the bed, maybe flip her over and tongue her from behind.

  Leaning in, he discovered she was already dripping wet. She smelled like a goddess. Fighting off the temptation to stand up and plunge into her now, he knew he couldn’t. A new pack of condoms was in the bedside table. No way could he leave Grace now. Not like this, when her quim was so close to his face.

  Brushing kisses all along her thighs, he felt her tense in anticipation. Dallas heard her whisper, “Please.” Unable to deny her, he shifted close, swiping his tongue over her swollen clit. She jolted, revealing how sensitive she remained after they’d last fucked.

  Hell, he’d be like one of the bastards that disappointed her if he pushed too hard and made her go numb. Easing back enough to keep things real gentle, he stroked his tongue gently over her clit, making love to her with the tenderness he’d only begun to feel for her.

  His gentleness worked. Grace let him have his way. Her breathing quickened. She let go of the cabinet and her long, soft fingers speared into his damp hair, combing through the length. Lovingly, he worked from her clit to her labia, sucking gently before pushing his tongue into her slippery hole.

  Warm vaginal walls tightened around his tongue, holding him as deep as his tongue could go. Licking her intimately, he tasted a woman’s hot cream. Nothing was sweeter or tastier than Grace’s pussy. Lapping her up, he swallowed, but felt her tense, suddenly fighting her need to come.

  Withdrawing his tongue from the clench of her vaginal muscles, he kissed his way to her clit. “Come, baby,” he granted, thinking she was waiting for permission.

  “Not in your face,” she whispered, tightening up.

  “Yes, drench me. I want it, Grace.” Using his shoulders to press her all the way back against the mirror behind the sink, he brought her legs up over his biceps. Tipping her back gave him a better view of her pussy and asshole.

  “Dallas,” she murmured. “Please do something.”

  “I will.” Returning his attention to her quim, he licked her clit, centering there, keeping his strokes soft and easy. The second she relaxed again, he swiped his tongue through her folds and along her perineum, aiming for her puckered hole.

  She squirmed, squeezing her thighs to hold him back. “No, no, you can’t.”

  “Let me, Grace. If I don’t make you come, I’ll leave your ass alone for a while.”

  Grace released him. Dallas flicked his tongue back up to her quim, then headed south. Blowing air over her hole, he waited until she stopped pulling his hair. As soon as she let go, he used only the tip of his tongue to rim her. He didn’t push deep inside. He only teased the first ring of muscle, where she’d be supersensitive.

  “Oh god, Dallas, oh fuck.” She arched right off the counter, totally opening herself to whatever he wanted.

  Having promised her an orgasm, Dallas eased back far enough to wedge his right hand between her thighs. With a little pressure against her clitoris, he felt it pulse. He tapped her and she bucked, uttering his name.

  Then he moved back in for more of her ass. He blew on her entire pussy, making certain she felt warm air from clit to asshole.

  “Come. Now,” he said, blowing on her quim as he swiped his index finger through her cream and pressed it into her ass just enough to stretch her a bit more. She came in a liquid rush, her whole body shaking as she cried out, her fists hammering the countertop.

  Dallas lapped up her cum dripping down her soft thighs, taking every drop as she’d done for him. After having his fill, he stood and gathered her into his arms until she stopped shaking.

  “I’m a pervert,” she whispered with her face pressed into his neck.

  “What the fuck?”

  One of her fists slammed against his shoulder. “I liked it, damn it.”

  “I wanted you to like it.” Stepping back, he caught her chin with his thumb and index finger.

  “You’re going to want to fuck me there, right?” she asked, surprising him by not looking away.

  “Yes, eventually.”

  “And if I say no?” she tested, frowning up at him.

  “You can always say no, baby.”

  “I’ve never let anyone even touch me there before. You made me crazy, like it was safe to be wild.”

  Grace had no idea how much he wanted her virgin ass. But he wouldn’t hurt her if she didn’t really want anal sex. “It’s okay to be wild with me. I’ll be damn proud to be your first, Gracie.”

  “Well, I almost did, once. One of my exes, Brant, said he’d like to spice up our sex life with something kinky and showed me a porn flick to see how it’s done. But it looked staged and awkward. I wasn’t turned-on at all and couldn’t do it. He got so mad at me for refusing that he left.”

  A shadow of pain passed through her eyes. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she shook her head.

  “Brant was a dick to show you that kind of porn. I’m glad you didn’t give in. He would have hurt you.”

  “You can make it good?”

  “I can make it great for you,” he promised. “You’ll need to learn to trust me first, baby. That’ll take some time and preparation.”

  “Hmm, you let me think you’re a big bad
alpha male. When you’re really a big softie,” she said, smiling a little.

  “I’m big and bad and your alpha male,” he pronounced. “And I’ve been hard most of the night.”

  She looked down, noticed his cock had lengthened again and grinned like she wanted a piece of him. He’d be glad to give it to her, but she’d started shaking. She needed to get warmed up in his bed. Gently helping her down, he scooped up her towel and re-wrapped it around her.

  “Hey, I’ll get you some things to finish up in here, okay?” he offered.

  “I’d like that. Thank you.”

  Dallas nodded, keeping an eye on her as he moved away. He located his rarely used hair dryer and set it on the counter, pulled his brush out of a drawer and found a new toothbrush for Grace. He gave her everything and moved to the side of the antique cabinet and sink.

  Grabbing his toothbrush, Dallas squeezed out some toothpaste and brushed his teeth. Grace used the mirror to watch him while she brushed her hair. She smiled sweetly. She looked at him as if she couldn’t get enough of what she saw.

  After rinsing his mouth and washing his face, he cleaned up the slight mess he’d made in the sink with the small hand towel he’d used. “I’ll be in bed waiting for you.”

  “Make sure Max is okay,” she said. “He’s such a sweetheart.”

  “He’ll be fine,” he replied, heading to the door. “Listen, if it bothers you that he’s sleeping near us, let me know. There are other places he can go.”

  “Don’t even think about making him leave. This is as much his house as it is yours.” Grace picked up the dryer, aiming it at him. “He gets to sleep wherever he wants.”

  “Whoa, easy there, Maximillion can stay. But I should warn you, he likes to sneak onto my bed whenever he can get away with it.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I like dogs, especially Max.” She turned on the hair dryer before Dallas could say anything else. He decided to let Grace have some privacy.

  He was at the bathroom door when the dryer went off and she called out to him. “You installed the motion-sensor lighting for Max, didn’t you? There are dog toys all over the place and a bunch of giant dog beds. You have a housekeeper to look after him, not just to clean and cook for you. He’s more than a dog to you.”