She didn’t have to go far before fingertips found the firm, exquisitely soft flesh. Too impatient to wait, she pushed the cotton down to free the hard staff within. He helped her out by lifting his hips so she could slide the briefs off completely. Loosed, his cock straightened to a nice length and pointed toward her as though begging for more attention.
Jen wrapped the fingers of one hand around the shaft and brushed them up and down. It felt incredibly good, the skin so silky smooth and soft. When he gasped again, she shivered from the thrill of knowing she could give him that gift of almost unbearable pleasure, just as he’d offered it to her.
As she caressed his cock with one hand, she slid the other under his balls and cupped them. His breath huffed in and out on a series of harsh pants.
She leaned over and put her lips against the head of his shaft and licked gently. He flinched and muttered, “Oh my God.” He tasted a bit salty but wholly masculine. His reaction as her tongue explored encouraged her to keep going.
The clamps on her nipples rubbed against his thighs with her movement. The twinges that caused were making her tight and hot and needy for him. But she wanted to show her submission so she made no complaints or demands.
His legs held her in place between them as his muscles tensed and his breathing grew rapid and harsh. She kneaded his balls with one hand while her tongue ran up and down the length of him. His whole frame shook convulsively several times while she continued until he couldn’t bear it anymore.
He shifted suddenly and drew her up onto his lap, positioning her so that she knelt on the couch with her knees on either side of his hips. Her bottom crushed his cock until he lifted and positioned her so that it slid into her, going deeper as he lowered her onto him.
Jen gasped this time. He filled her in such an amazing and thrilling way. She almost came right then, but held it back, giving him time to lift and lower his hips to move in and out. The hard shaft rubbed over the ultra-sensitive place inside each time he went in and out. Her gasps mingled not only with his, but with the groans and squeals of the sofa as they bounced up and down, faster and faster, caught up in driving need.
He pulled off the clamps with a sudden jerk. Lightning bolts raged through her, making her gasp and tighten around him.
Blake groaned as well and pushed up higher and harder as he came. Jen gave in to the orgasm that had been threatening for the last few minutes, letting it rip through her at the same time.
* * * * *
Later that evening, they lay together in bed, relaxed, but not quite sleepy yet.
“Our dorm does a Halloween party for a bunch of the area kids,” she told him. “We all dress up in costumes and have food and games and stuff. Would you come?”
Blake froze for a moment. Was this some kind of test? “I’m not really a party sort of guy. I don’t do costumes and games. At least not those kind of games.”
“I know, but don’t you think it’s time you started moving out of the funk and into life again?”
“I’m trying. I think I’ve smiled twice already today.”
She snorted. “Yeah, but I haven’t heard a real, carefree laugh from you, ever.”
“Is it a requirement?”
Jen thought about it. “I think it is. I don’t think I can live with someone who doesn’t know how to be happy.”
She knew about his past and surely she knew… “The past few weeks have been the best of my life,” he said. “Can’t you tell? I am happy. You make me happy.”
“But not enough to come to a party. You may be happy, but it’s still mixed with guilt.”
She had him there.
“It’s just hard to forget that there are guys—and women—out in the desert fighting for us all the time.”
“And they’re fighting so that the rest of us can be free to do…whatever. To preserve our rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” She gave him a look that combined compassion and understanding with a hint of impatience. “If you’re not entitled to pursue happiness, what’s the point of the fighting?”
He sighed. “God, I don’t know. All right, I’ll come to your party. But no stupid costumes. No clowns, no animals, no movie characters.”
“I’ve been thinking about the costume thing. I’ve got an idea. How about a cowboy? And I’ll be a cowgirl? You can wear jeans and boots. We’ll just have to get you a fake gun and holster and a hat.”
He breathed out a sigh of relief. “That would work. What about the games? I’m not doing a dunking booth.”
“No dunking booth. We’re talking more simple games for the kids, though I think there will be bobbing for apples. That’s kind of traditional for Halloween parties. Otherwise it’s mostly things like ring toss and stuff where the kids can win candy and prizes.”
“Okay, I should be able to handle that. Haven’t done much with kids.”
“You’ll be fine with them,” she said.
Chapter Five
As it turned out, she was right. The cowboy costume didn’t feel over the top, especially compared with the outfits some of the other people wore. There were a couple of clowns, a number of figures from science fiction movies and TV shows, a couple of generic fairies, a pair of oversized teddy bears and a few that were just unidentifiable and weird.
About fifty adults had gathered in the courtyard outside Jen’s dorm and twice as many kids. Fortunately the weather had remained nice enough to let them use the outdoors area, which offered plenty of space. Jen introduced him to a number of people, but the only ones he made an effort to remember were her suite-mates. The children had been brought from one of the local public schools, one that served a mostly less affluent population.
Since Jen was in charge of the drinks table, he spent the first hour of the time helping her set up and distribute glasses of fruit juice and punch. A few of the kids grumbled about the lack of sodas, but most were grateful for the refreshment and thanked them. After the initial rush wore down, though, he noticed that one of the girls running a game for the kids was having trouble controlling the group that had gathered around her. The kids were arguing and even pushing each other to get to the front of the line.
He wandered over that way, ostensibly just to watch, but the next time he saw one of the boys trying to cut into the line, he stepped into the kid’s path. “Sorry, but the end of the line’s back there,” he said, trying to keep his words as low-key as he could. Most of these kids were in the ten and eleven age range, which meant only a few even approached his height and none were close to his weight class. Plus he could look tough and mean without much effort. He’d learned that lesson the hard way, manning checkpoints in two different warzones for the army.
For a moment the boy considered challenging him, but then he backed off and sauntered away. Blake hung around the area a while longer, settling the group waiting into a clearer line and keeping order without being obvious about it, until another young woman joined the one already operating the booth. Together they could handle the crowd.
He drifted away, looking for Jennifer again, but instead he spotted the boy he’d blocked from cutting into the line earlier. The kid lounged against a tree at the side of the area, by himself, appearing uncomfortable and restless. Blake went over to stand near him but the boy didn’t say or do anything, just stood, watching the crowd of kids and adults as the party began to wind down. At the beginning of the party, each child had been given a bag to hold their treats. This boy’s held very little if anything.
After a couple of minutes, Blake said, “I’m not much of a party person. Too hard to take this stuff seriously after you’ve seen the ugly side of life.”
It was a shot in the dark and the silence that followed went on so long, he figured it had missed. Before he could follow it up, the boy said, in a tone that suggested it was just an idle remark, “Yeah. This is just silly kids’ stuff.”
“Yeah, the kind of thing we older guys only do to impress the ladies and make the little kids happy,” he agr
eed.
“That why you’re here?” the kid asked. “Which one’s your lady?”
Blake looked around until he spotted Jennifer talking to one of her suite-mates by one of the food tables. “Over there,” he said, pointing to her. “Blonde in the cowgirl costume.”
“Yeah, she’s hot.”
Blake nodded and didn’t say anything more for a minute. He watched a game where the children were rolling balls and trying to get them to skip into various circles. One small boy was struggling to make any score at all, even though the attendant gave him extra turns. It sparked an idea. “Hey, want to help me score some points with my girl?”
The kid turned a disbelieving look on him. “Why should I?”
“‘Cause it’s always a good thing to learn new ways to impress the ladies,” he answered. “It’s what we guys do. And anyway… I know the girls here are a bit young for you, but I see a few that are looking pretty good.”
He looked around and shrugged. “How we do it?”
“See that game over there and that little kid who can’t get the ball in the circles?”
“You’re playing me, dude,” the kid said.
“Nope, we’re playing the ladies with this,” Blake answered. “Gotta do it carefully though. That’s why I need your help.”
“Right.”
“Listen. I go over there and help that kid, it’s just gonna be too obvious. He’ll probably run away and hide anyway. We both go over there and work him in between us, it’ll look more like two guys messing around.”
The kid hesitated another minute, shrugged and said, “What the hell. It’s boring here anyway.”
“Good man. Let’s go. What’s your name?”
“Damien. What’s yours, dude?”
“Blake.”
They made their way over to the game. By then the line for it had dwindled down to just a couple of kids. Blake made it a point to engage the small boy they’d targeted in conversation and kept him around until they got to the front of the line. From there, it wasn’t hard to work up a three-way contest that ended with Damien helping the smaller kid to beat Blake. They got to divide the winnings, including a share that Blake kicked in on his own.
Blake turned at one point and saw Jennifer watching him with the kids. He nudged Damien. “Hey, she’s noticing. Let’s really pour it on now.”
Damien had finally gotten into the spirit of it, though Blake wasn’t sure whether it was the spirit of competition with him or the alliance to impress the females in the room. Not that it mattered. It worked. The two boys worked together to beat him in various forms of the games. They bet against each other when one played him directly. Blake refused to lose deliberately, but Damien legitimately beat him several times and finally forgot his cool persona long enough to jump up and down and cheer. The smaller boy cheered just as jubilantly and Damien did a couple of high-fives with him.
In the end, it was a win for all three of them. They all had a good time and each of the two boys went home with a bag of candy, though the older boy handed off a fair amount of his to the younger one. Damien also went home with Blake’s cell phone number and a warning that Blake couldn’t solve most problems for him but would always be willing to talk.
And he really had impressed his lady.
“You were amazing,” Jennifer told him later, once the kids had all departed and most of the mess was gathered and disposed of. “The way you got that one kid involved and used him to help another one. I had no idea you were so good with kids.”
“Neither did I,” he admitted. “I’m not sure I am, really. This was maybe just a lucky situation.”
“More than that, I think. You really handled them well.”
He smiled at her. “I told them I was trying to impress a lady. My lady.”
“Consider her impressed. And by the way, this cowgirl thinks the cowboy is pretty hot. All the girls on her floor are impressed too.”
“This cowboy is pretty hungry. Shall we get some food and let me show you a bit of ropework?” he asked.
“Sounds good to me.”
And later, he did show her some interesting uses for rope. He ordered her to strip and get onto the bed. She didn’t challenge it, but took off her clothes and lay down. He pulled some soft cords from the nightstand drawer and tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts. Once he had her helpless and immobilized, he took another short piece of rope and unraveled eight or so inches of strands. He used those to tickle her, starting at her breasts and working down her belly to her thighs. Her sexy squirming set something inside him glowing. She groaned as he ran the loose ends higher and higher on the insides of her thighs until they played along her slit. Her soft moans were the most arousing sound ever. His cock was already hard, but it got so full he couldn’t bear the containment of his jeans and briefs.
She watched and grinned at him as he yanked off his clothes. That made him even harder, though he wasn’t sure how it was possible. The dominant part of his nature delighted in seeing her at his mercy, offering herself freely to his command and control. Pride sent a thrill rushing through him. This gorgeous, complex, delightful woman was his, completely and totally. He sure as hell didn’t deserve her, but he planned to do his best to keep her and take care of her. Maybe for the rest of their lives. He sort of liked that idea. Would she?
A sheen of moisture glowed on the skin of her thighs between her legs, and thought fled in a flood of desire so strong he barely restrained himself from jumping on her right then.
Instead he held the rope above her thighs and whipped it down lightly on the skin. She sucked in a breath and wriggled a bit. He lashed her a few more times, making each one harder, though it still barely snapped on her skin and left just a trace of pink in its wake. He waited for her to object, but instead she groaned a bit and panted, the sheen of arousal on her thighs spreading.
He whipped the ends of the rope down on her breasts several times, going from side to side. A pink blush spread over the luscious mounds. Jen’s breathing grew faster and louder. The next time he struck he aimed for the nipples. She yelped but didn’t ask him to stop. He played the ends of the rope gently over her breasts, circling the areola and brushing across the nipples.
“God in heaven,” she moaned.
He lashed her thighs some more until she finally said, “Take me, please. I need you inside now. Sooner. Before I explode.”
“Not yet,” he said, but he did toss the rope aside. Instead he knelt on the bed next to her and leaned down to bring his mouth to her pussy. With his fingers he spread the outer lips and then plunged his tongue into the slit. She shrieked and jolted when he swiped over the hard bud of her clit. He pressed a finger into the opening, stopping shortly to let her adjust, then going deeper while he continued to work her pussy with his mouth. Muscles tensed and her squeal lengthened into a yell when his mouth closed down on her clit, sucking gently at first, but getting harder. It wasn’t long before she bucked and screamed as the tension released in orgasm.
He scrambled up and got between her legs, pushing himself in before her spasms had subsided. She gasped as he entered and began to move with him. The rhythm launched her quickly into another orgasm and had him firing off moments later. He collapsed over her long enough to get his breathing back under control, then he moved to free her from the ropes binding her.
“You’re a man of many talents,” she murmured as they lay together, exhausted and peaceful. “Thanks for everything today. For going to the party, for the kids and for the amazing display of rope talent.”
“It was my pleasure. All of it. Jen…I love you.”
“And I love you,” she said.
“I know you plan to go to grad school next year and it’s a pretty tough program,” he said. “Do you think there might be room in your life for a relationship? Even a relationship as…different as ours?”
She leaned over to kiss him. “I don’t think our relationship is as different as you think. Yeah, it’s a bit kinky. Maybe more than a
bit. And not politically correct or fashionable. But basically it’s still two people loving each other. And, yes, I’m pretty sure there will always be room in my life for a relationship. Especially with someone really special. Like you.”
He breathed out a sigh. Someone as beautiful as Jen could have any man she wanted. It made him feel another foot taller to know she wanted him and wanted the kinky variety of sex he liked. Could she handle it for the long term? Permanently?
He hadn’t expected to think about marriage for several years yet, but a possessive urge rose, wanting to wrap her up and stake a forever sort of claim on her. He needed to think about that more before he said anything about it, though.
The next month only confirmed for him that he wanted Jen and wanted her permanently. They went bowling again, bicycled and went to a local fair, where he won a stuffed beaver for her and discovered she hated roller coasters. She helped him get through the math class to the point where he could keep up mostly on his own, with just the occasional suggestion from her when solving a homework problem. Otherwise he insisted on doing them mostly on his own.
He found another answer when Damien, the kid he’d befriended at the Halloween party, called him a few days later to ask a question about his social studies homework. Blake helped him find the answer to the question and ended up talking to the kid a lot longer than he expected to, discussing home situation, school, stretching allowances and even a bit about dealing with peer pressures.
Blake wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised when he invited the kid to go with them to a home football game the coming weekend and Damian’s mother agreed to it. He hoped Jen wouldn’t mind.
She didn’t. The weekend was a great success. The three of them had pizza after the game and lots of lively conversation before they dropped Damien back at his home.
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