FieldofPlay

by Frances Stockton

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  Grace woke to the pale light of dawn streaming into Dallas’ bedroom. He had her wrapped up against him, her head on his broad, muscled chest, and her left leg was slung over his, her pussy snug against his hip.

  They’d both been so tired, they’d done nothing more than sleep after he’d untied her. Oh god, he’d tied her up! And she’d never felt so desired or beautiful in her life. She hoped he’d do it again, maybe in a different way, but she sure did plan to handcuff him to the bed when she had the chance.

  She imagined his surprise when she did, finding herself turned-on in an instant. Seeing Max sound asleep on her side of the bed, she carefully woke him and nudged him to his own bed.

  “Sorry, sweet boy, I’ll make it up to you with some breakfast,” she whispered when he looked at her with puppy-dog eyes. No wonder Dallas gave in to Max, he was so darned adorable at a hundred-plus pounds, it was difficult not to spoil him rotten.

  As soon as Max laid down on his dog bed, Grace shifted, going beneath the covers. It was so warm. Dallas smelled like sandalwood and musk, reminding her of his strength and sex. Knowing he’d wake as soon as she took matters into her hands, or in this case, her mouth, she began kissing his eight-pack abs.

  The definition continued to astound her. The man was certainly ripped, his muscle inviting the touch of her tongue and teeth. Dallas shifted beneath her, his lungs filling with a deep drawn breath as he spread his legs wide.

  Damn, he knew what she was about to do. But Grace wasn’t about to stop. Diving further under the covers, she couldn’t see much other than the silhouette of his morning erection. That’s exactly what she wanted to see anyway.

  Letting the scent of his masculinity draw her like a magnet, she nuzzled his groin with her nose, teasing his cock with her breath. “Morning, Gracie,” he whispered huskily, that Sam Elliot voice returning.

  “Morning, Dallas,” she murmured, rubbing her face all over him. His cock was hard and veined along the shaft, soft and vulnerable around the head. Carefully smoothing his foreskin to ring his glans, she kept caressing the skin with her thumb as she touched her tongue to the tip.

  “Hmm,” she hummed, licking only the satiny head. Dipping her tongue into the pre-cum soaked hole, she tasted him. Grace loved his flavor, the salty essence that made him Dallas McKay made her want to swallow him whole.

  Licking his glans and foreskin, she teased him the way she knew he liked. She thought about what it’d feel like to be fucked without a condom. Would she feel the soft foreskin deep inside her vagina? She really wanted to know. For now, she concentrated on licking his glans, treating him like an ice-cream cone and trying to catch every drop of fluid that dripped down the tip.

  “Open up for me, baby,” he murmured.

  Grace parted her lips over his cock head, letting him arch his hips to push his cock through the ring she’d made with her lips. Sucking first his broad tip, she drew on him, flattening her tongue along the underside where his nerve endings were concentrated.

  Dallas thrust up again, pushing his penis further into her mouth. Grace breathed in, relaxing her jaw, taking half of his big cock to the back of her throat. Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving her whimpering when she couldn’t finish what she’d started. He growled, tossed the covers back and dragged her into position on top of him, her ass aimed toward his face.

  Then she understood his intent. Grace let Dallas lead them into the woman on top version of sixty-nine. Again she blew on his awesome cock, admiring the length and thickness, marveling at how many times he’d fucked her already.

  Warm breath bathed her swollen, wet pussy lips and pulsing clit a moment before his clever, silken tongue devoured her ultrasensitive flesh. Following his lead, she licked his cock head, trying to copy the way he flicked his tongue over her clit rapidly. He shifted, penetrating her intimately with his tongue, brushing and licking her inner walls. Grace took him back into her mouth.

  While she relished his male scent and taste, she bobbed her head in time with the thrust of his tongue inside her body. Heavenly pleasure trickled over her nerve endings in indescribable bliss, making her want to scream, but she couldn’t. Not with his cock filling her mouth, pushing and withdrawing as she sucked him.

  But this wasn’t enough. As much as she wanted to keep pleasuring him and as much as she wanted him to keep spearing her center with his tongue, she needed his cock buried inside of her. Pulling off and kissing him in apology, she hoped he wouldn’t mind if she climbed on top of him and rode him hard.

  Dallas must have gotten the message. He’d let her sit up, though she still faced away from him. She wanted to see him when she fucked him. Moving fast, she readjusted herself, straddling his thighs.

  His saliva-and-pre-cum-soaked cock was so heavy and big, it fell back against his abs. “I want to fuck you,” she said.

  “Fuck me, baby, I’m yours.” Dallas stretched out his arm, grabbing for a condom from the table. “Here.”

  She took it from him, ripped open the package and sheathed him. With his cock in her hand, she scooted forward and rose up on her knees until she felt his cock head push into the well of her vagina.

  “Oh Dallas,” she uttered, constantly amazed at how it felt to be taken by him.

  Even though she was on top, she used her leg muscles to stay still, forcing Dallas to lift his hips to completely penetrate her. His broad cock filled her, stretching her, but she felt her creamy walls close around him and purposefully squeezed her kegels.

  “Fuck, Gracie,” he murmured. “You feel so fucking good.”

  “Dallas McKay, who taught you to speak like that?” she teased.

  “You did,” he answered. “Now fuck me.”

  Grace lifted and fell, lifted and fell, taking him as deeply as possible. The tip of his cock knocked against her cervix, inducing a sharp pleasure that she welcomed. Wanting more, she rode him harder, angling and rocking her hips in search of an orgasm that was only a few strokes away.

  Dallas placed his hands at her waist, holding on to her, but not controlling her. Grace loved him for it. Wanting to pleasure him, she squeezed him hard, trying desperately to hold him inside her pussy. He grunted low in his chest, making her feel like a queen conquering her slave.

  Sooner than she expected, the glide and push of his cock drove her up, propelling her toward climax. Her inner muscles began to spasm, compelling her to chase that elusive imaginary string that pulled taut deep inside her pussy and against her clit. Sure she was about to snap in half, Grace almost got scared by the intensity of her need to come.

  It was like she hadn’t had sex for weeks, but she knew that she had. Dallas ran his fingers up the bumps of her spine, catching her shoulders and bringing her to lie beside him, face to face.

  His cock slid out. She groaned. “I need to come,” she said.

  “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” Readjusting himself, he aligned their sexes and thrust back inside of her. Fully seated, he put her leg up over his hip, creating a better fit.

  Slowly he pushed in and pulled out, purposefully withdrawing all the way and penetrating her just as slowly. She felt every inch, the thickness of his cock and the slickness of his condom.

  Grace loved Dallas. She’d known since she saw the photo of him and his family. Letting her heart guide her, Grace thrust back, joining him in rhythm. He ran his fingers over her hip to her center, finding her throbbing clit. Rubbing the bundle of nerves, he thrust deep into her, throwing her back to heaven as orgasm spiraled so deep, it ricocheted outward from her vagina. Everything in her went taut, then eased as tiny tremors whispered over her skin and her cum slicked his cock.

  As soon as she came, Dallas withdrew, turned her until she was prone to the bed and moved on top of her. “Lift your hips, Gracie.” Grace complied and Dallas took her again.

  Pushing herself up to her knees, she let Dallas fuck her from behind. He felt amazingly huge in this position. Having already come, she didn’t think she would again. Not
until he curved his hand around her midriff and once again found her clit. With the flat of his hand, he gently pressed her clit with each thrust of his hips, driving her crazy, driving her hard.

  Slamming into her from behind, he rode her hard, taking her with all of his strength, all of his length. Grace rocked back, pushing against him as hard as he thrust. She loved being fucked without mercy, loved the ramming length of his wonderfully thick cock. Unwilling to let go of the sensation, she felt her center fill again with spiraling, aching need.

  Tension grew, mounted, being propelled further and higher than the first time. Dallas tapped her clitoris, over and over, finally pinching her nub between his fingers and scissoring them. Grace exploded, hearing herself scream as she came, her grasping pussy making him grunt and groan. For a second, he lost rhythm, which warned her he was coming. Purposefully clamping down on him with her kegels, she let her inner spasms milk him as she felt him swell and pulse inside her pussy.

  “Fuck,” he cursed, doing it again as he thrust through his orgasm.

  Finally he withdrew and took her down to the mattress, lying half on her, half off.

  “Gracie,” he muttered, his face buried in a pillow. “You drain me every time we fuck and I still want to fuck you more.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, having to smooth some of her hair out of her face. She was sure it was a tangled mess. She didn’t care. Recognizing the changes in her body that drove her to want sex like a mad woman, she knew her hormones were about to explode. By tomorrow, she wouldn’t be able to have sex for at least five days.

  In the past, she’d always used toys to ease her through the day before. Some women got PMS. Grace got horny. Today, she had Dallas and she wanted nothing more than to stay in bed and make love with him.

  “Want a shower?” he suggested.

  “Yes, but maybe we should take Max out first.”

  Dallas sat back, looking down at her with his chin propped on his hand. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

  “Keep saying things like that and you might get fucked again,” she said.

  “That a promise?”

  “Uh-huh,” she said, nodding. “Take care of Max. I’ll be in the shower waiting.”

  Dallas crawled from the bed, tossed his condom and grabbed a pair of boxers from the floor. He called for Max to follow him and Grace made a dash for the bathroom.

  Quickly, she brushed her teeth, flossed and rinsed. Before Dallas returned, she was in the shower, scrubbing. He came back as she was lathering her hair, joining her and helping to remove the shampoo from her hair.

  Always taking care of her, he conditioned her hair, helped her rinse out the cream and took care of himself second. He was a good man and she was lucky to have him.

  “So what’s the verdict, Grace?” he asked.

  “Verdict?”

  “About staying with me until Wednesday?” he said.

  “If I’m not going to be in the way, I’d like to stay,” she answered. However, there was a small detail he should know. After today, no sex unless her schedule was off, which rarely happened.

  “I’m sensing a ‘but’ here,” he commented, soaping up his chest.

  Grace took the bar of soap and began scrubbing him clean. “It’s not that I don’t want to. You should know that after today, I may not be able to, uh, you know, when a woman can’t…” Okay, how embarrassing was it to not be able to talk about Mother Nature with her boyfriend?

  “Gracie?”

  “Hmm,” she said, glancing up at him.

  “I get it,” he said. “It’s okay, baby.”

  “Even if we can’t have sex?”

  “Having sex with you is amazing. But I’m aware there are times when we can’t. Rule change, baby. If you can’t come without me, I can’t come without you.”

  Grace felt her mouth drop open. “You mean you won’t jack off or ask for a hand job or blowjob or anything?”

  “Not unless you’re with me and can have fun too,” he said. “With me can mean a lot of things, especially when either of us is away.”

  “Uh-huh, are you suggesting phone sex?”

  “Phone sex, cyber sex and anything we can think of when we’re not in the same room.”

  “Somehow, I think we’re going to figure out a lot of ways to be together,” she said.

  “I fucking hope so. Let’s get rinsed off.”

  They finished up in the shower and got out to dry. Grace needed a few minutes to dry her hair and watched Dallas brush his teeth and shave as she ran the dryer. A thin five o’clock stubble had been on his jaw when they’d woken up. He’d looked virile and handsome. But she so loved his smooth skin when he shaved.

  “You ever think about shaving your groin?” she asked after shutting off the hair dryer. She wondered what he’d look like, although the shadow of hair that covered his ball sac was silky soft and she liked the feel of it.

  He groaned. “Can’t say I have,” he answered.

  “Would you, for me?”

  Dallas set his razor on the countertop and grabbed a face towel. “If it’s something you really wanted, yeah. Are you aiming to shave me now?”

  “Um, no, no,” she denied, shaking her head. She was far from ready to use a razor on his balls. She’d heard guys liked the sensation once they were smooth and hairless, maybe they’d try it sometime. “In the future, maybe I will.”

  “Fair enough,” he said. “Tell me, since your quim is almost nude, how did it feel?”

  Grace grinned, unable to fight a pleasurable tingle that sent goose bumps down her arms. “Amazing, more sensitive, but I’m glad you didn’t remove all the hair.”

  “I am too. We’ll negotiate the rest and mine another time, okay?”

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  “Listen, baby, before we go have some breakfast, there’s something we should talk about.”

  Oh no, this couldn’t be good. But then, Dallas was looking at her with the same caring expression he always had when they talked. “What is it?” she asked.

  “I’m really close to ditching the rubbers, Grace.”

  “Oh, oh!” she gasped. “I am too.”

  “I’ve told you I’m clean. I can show you any medical test record you may need,” he told her.

  “You know about all my partners,” she said. “And I’ve never had sex without the guy using a condom. I got tested after what happened with Brant.”

  “Do you think you’ll be ready soon?” he asked, lifting his gaze to look right into her eyes, refusing to let her look away.

  “Possibly,” she said. “I’m going to need an hour or so to recover from the way we woke up though.”

  He nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I need that too. How about we go make breakfast and see whether we have that after-snow get together I mentioned yesterday?”

  “Sounds good,” she decided.

  “One thing you should know, Gracie,” he said, coming up close to wrap his arms around her, his hands cupping her butt. “I’m not going to cheat on you. I wouldn’t even if we decide to use condoms for the next year. When you’re ready, say the word and I’ll fuck you bare. But there’s no going back after that.”

  “I won’t want to go back, on anything,” she said.

  Dallas smiled and leaned in to give her a kiss. His lips were soft, slightly moist, his tongue was warm and slick as it slid into her mouth. A minute or so later, he pulled back, giving her a soft gentle kiss. “Ready?”

  “Yes,” she agreed, letting him take her hand to lead her to the bedroom.

  Her clothes weren’t that dirty, she’d only worn them for a little bit yesterday. So she asked Dallas for a clean pair of boxers, pulled on her bra and jeans and he gave her a sweatshirt with Texas Longhorns on it. If they visited his teammates today, she’d definitely want to go home to her apartment and change, but she could make it through the morning.

  Dallas wore a clean pair of worn blue jeans. He had a Griffins t-shirt on and he’d put on som
e warm socks. He gave her a pair and then the two of them headed to the kitchen.

  Poor Max was whining at the back door. “I’ve got him,” Dallas said. “He tends to go out twice first thing in the morning.”

  He went to help the dog. Grace scoured the refrigerator in search of ingredients for breakfast burritos. By the time Dallas returned with a relieved Max, she had everything set out on the counter. He fed Max, then made coffee.

  The aroma of fresh ground coffee beans filled the air as the coffee maker kicked in. It smelled wonderful. Grace was happy to have Dallas help in the kitchen. They paired up to scramble eggs with cheese, bits of frozen pre-cooked sausage and a little of his hot sauce and wrapped the fluffy eggs in tortillas. It was so nice and pleasant, she lost track of time.

  Just before they set a plate of burritos on the table, the kitchen phone rang. Dallas went to get it. Grace pulled out some plates and silverware to set the table.

  “Hey, Kyran,” Dallas greeted. “Yeah, she’s right here. She’s fine. Tell Anna not to worry.”

  “Uh oh,” Grace muttered. She’d forgotten to check in with Anna.

  Dallas lowered his voice, watching Grace pouring coffee into two mugs. “Yes, we’ll be there. At your place, chili, I got it.”

  So the after-snow gathering was at the Blacks’ house, Grace deduced, and Kyran was making his infamous chili. “Ask what we should bring,” she said.

  “Gracie wants to know what we should bring,” he repeated. “Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.”

  Whatever Kyran said to that, Grace didn’t know. But it made Dallas grin like a devil. “Okay, we’ll bring sweet tea and some munchies. See you all about two o’clock.”

  He hung up the phone and came over to the table, bringing cream and sugar. He took a mug of coffee and sipped it, looking at her in surprise. “You remembered I drink it black.”

  “Hey, that was easy. I didn’t have the cream and sugar yet,” Grace said. “Ready to eat?”

  “I’m starving.”

  They sat across from one another. It was really nice waking up with him again.

  “So I’m your girlfriend?”