“Cum catchers?”
“Yes ma’am. I guess you didn’t know that’s the sole purpose of women’s panties.”
“No. I didn’t know that.” I grin, as I inform him. “I’m not wearing your briefs.”
He smiles, as he kneels down. “You are if you don’t want everyone to see my cum running down your leg.” Then he holds one leg of his briefs open for my foot.
Looking down at him, I know he’s right. He did shoot a big wad of cum deep inside me and it’ll just drip down my leg if I don’t have something between them to catch it. I sigh as I slip one stiletto, then the other, into his briefs.
As he pulls them up, I remove his shirt from between my legs. “Just toss it on the floor.” He instructs, and when it lands, a big, wet, white spot confirms the size of load he dumped into me.
As he stands, he pops the waist band.
As I bend over and put my pants back on, I smile at her, “You are beautiful, Lizzy.”
She cuts her eyes at me as she adjusts her clothes, “You don’t have to say that.” Her tone is stern as she looks away and I sense she thinks I’m just saying it because we fucked.
“Hey. Look at me.” I walk over in my bare feet and wait for her to comply. She stops fidgeting with her hair and looks up at me. “I mean it, Lizzy. I think you are beautiful.”
She blinks, stunned by the truth in my eyes and the sincerity in my voice. I leave her staring, walk back to my shoes, and slip my feet into them. Then I pick my shirt up off the floor, roll it up so the wet spot is hidden, and hold my hand out for hers. She walks over and slips it inside. I interlace our fingers, liking the way it bonds her to me, and I push the “L” for lobby on the panel. The elevator starts down and we ride in silence.
When the doors slide open, we are greeted by members of the staff. They have obviously been waiting on the elevator and no doubt, heard me banging Lizzy up against the wall and her screams of ecstasy from the knowing smirks on their faces.
I glance down at her as we walk past them. Her eyes are locked on the floor.
I don’t give a shit that everyone who sees us in this state, me half naked and Lizzy with messy hair, will know we’ve had wild spontaneous sex, but she’s embarrassed, and that I care about.
Before we enter the public lobby, I stop, smile down at her and tell her. “You look radiant right now, but ….” I begin to smooth her stray strands. She stares at me as I work. Her eyes show her appreciation and a tenderness for her wells up inside.
I tip her face up to mine, “Close your eyes, babe.” Then I wipe the smudges of mascara from under her eyes. When I’m finished, I can’t resist her pouty lips. I place a peck on them.
She whispers, “Thank you.”
God, this woman! I swear she does it for me!
We walk silently to my room, arm in arm and I know the next few minutes will be pivotal in my life. Now that we’ve fucked, will he say goodbye at the door, or will he want to come inside for more?
We round the corner and when I see my hotel room, my heart reacts. It starts to race at the thought that this could be goodbye. This could be the last few moments I get to spend with B.A. I sigh. At least the man of my dreams has a face now. At least when I dream about finding a man, I could love for a lifetime; I can close my eyes and remember him. Rather than closing my eyes and having to pretend. I take a deep breath to steady my racing heart.
When we arrive, I stare at the door and decide.
I will be the one who ends it.
Maybe that will make it easier to endure.
My hand reaches into my cleavage for my room key.
“Need some help?” He leans down with a smirk on his face and gets an eyeful.
“No, I got it.” I pull the card out and show him. Then I swipe it over the scanner and the green light on the door handle illuminates. I swallow hard as I push the handle down and step inside. Turning to face B.A., I block his access. “Thanks again for coming to my rescue. I had a great time.”
His face freezes, shocked by my words. He wasn’t expecting me to give him a way out. I’m sure he’s always the one who has to end it. No woman in her right mind would do what I just did. No woman is that crazy.
As I back into my room, my heart reacts to my decision by sending tears to my eyes and I close them before he can see them. Pushing the door closed, wanting to end it on my terms, I tell him. “Goodbye, B.A.”
Dammit! I frown. My voice quivered with emotion.
The door stops.
My eyes open.
B.A.’s outstretched arm, bulging with his beautiful muscles, is blocking the door. I don’t want to look into his face, but my heart makes my eyes find his. It wants to know why he is blocking the door. What I see, snatches my breath and halts the pounding in my chest.
His face holds nothing but desire for me. Well, desire and confusion. “Lizzy, may I come in?”
“Why?” Falls out of my mouth as my mind fights to protect my heart.
His stunned face steps through the threshold to tower over me. He pinches my chin and forces me to look into his eyes. His intense gaze burns into mine. It feels like he’s searching my soul for my secrets. The words on the tip of my tongue, “I’m nothing special,” vanishes with my breath. “Don’t shut me out.” He whispers.
And my heart opens up, and tears spill down my face, as it shares all the damage done to it by other callous men.
His scowl rips my soul open, then he wraps his arms around me and holds me while I free myself of their scars. Then his lips recapture my mouth, but his kiss is not gentle. His kiss is crushing. Then without asking, he lifts my dress and snatches it off my body. His impatient hands rip my bra off, and my tits bounce free. He drives my body across the room with his as he unzips his pants. When the back of my legs hit the bed, I fall onto it and he strips naked in a flash. His incredible body hovers for a moment, then his hands grasp his briefs at my waist, and he pulls them down to my ankles. Gently, he removes my stiletto’s, then eases his briefs off. All the while, his eyes have dominated mine.
He places his knee between my legs, and I spread them for him, as he climbs on the mattress and hovers over me. The feeling of being owned surges through my being and is followed immediately by the feeling of being home.
He leans down and says, “Grab hold.”
I wrap my arms and legs around him, and he crawls to the center of the bed. He leans back down, and I let go. He places his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushes them open. Then he positions his big, beautiful cock, and tells me, “No talking. Just feeling. Tonight, we make love. Tomorrow, we figure it out.”
When he goes down on me, he holds nothing back. He drives himself deep inside with his rhythm, taking what he wants, when he wants it. Instead of feeling like a whore being fucked, I feel like a woman being worshipped.
I stop counting my orgasms at fifteen, losing track of time. When he finally finishes and pulls me to spoon with him, I am happier than I have ever been before. His steady breathing in my ear, assures me that this was not a dream. This was very real!
Listening to Lizzy’s breath blow softly in her sleep, gives me a sense of wholeness. I can’t explain how it happened, or why it happened, but I’m thankful it did happen. I’m thankful I didn’t meet her at John’s house. I’m thankful we met as unattached strangers at the dinner show. I’m thankful there was a crisis to rescue her from. And I’m especially thankful she opened up and let me see her vulnerability, so I could wipe her slate clean last night.
I kiss her shoulder and she stirs, then I nibble her ear, and she rolls over onto her back. I whisper, “Good morning.”
She smiles at me, and I peck her lips. She slips her arms around my neck and holds my lips against hers. My cock hardens as she opens her mouth, inviting another deep kiss.
When I mount her, she purrs, making me laugh. She’s completely submissive and I take my time between teasing her tits, and her clit, until she’s moaning for more.
When I slip inside, sh
e groans, “Yes, yes, my God, yes!”
I push away from her embrace and let the length of my cock stroke her. She lifts her face so she can watch my cock going in and out. I focus on her face and her expressions tell me exactly what to do. I bring her up, then let her control it, before I push her over the edge. When her eyes roll back in her head, I let my own orgasm go. Pounding her perfection, I fill her full. Then fall on top of her.
The sound of a growling bear wakes me, and I open my eyes. I’m in a hotel room. How can there be a hungry bear?
I sit up and look around. B.A. is laying next me, asleep. His stomach growls and I giggle. He’s the hungry bear!
I roll off the bed, grab my phone, and tiptoe to the bathroom. Before I turn the shower on, I place an online order for pizza. Then I submerge under the warm water. I’m just starting to wash my hair, when B.A. enters the bathroom. Without asking, he pulls the curtain back and steps inside. I move out from under the water and he steps under it. We don’t talk the entire time we shower, and we don’t get aroused. We simply take our time bathing, getting to know each other’s body.
As my soapy hands move over his muscles, I can’t believe how big and strong he is. Questions begin to form in my mind, and I can’t wait to learn all about him.
We are drying off, when the pizza man knocks. I grin at B.A. “The Pizza man is here.” Then I wrap my towel around myself.
B.A. blocks the door with a look on his face that says, I’m nuts. “YOU are not opening the door!”
I burst out into giggles as he snatches my towel off and wraps it around his waist. Closing the bathroom door behind him, I take his towel and wrap my hair up in it. When the room door closes, I open the bathroom door and sniff the air, following the smell of pizza.
He sets it down on the little table, pulls out my chair, then sits down and opens the box. We scarf down the first piece without talking, then I ask the first question. “What do you do?”
He smirks. “A little bit of everything.”
I tilt my head and raise my eyebrows. “If you don’t help me out here, this is going to turn into an interrogation real fast.”
He chuckles and takes another bite of pizza. “You first, while I eat.”
“Deal.” I lean back and pretend I’m at a speed dating table. “My name is Lizzy, short for Liza, but not really. Liza has four letters, Lizzy has five.” He laughs as I twitch playfully in my chair. “I’m 26. Single. No kids. I live with my best friend and I work as a graphic designer at a local sign company.”
He nods and continues eating.
“Your turn.” I encourage him, but he just grins at me. So, I roll my eyes, and ask, “What’s your name?”
“B.A.”
I roll my eyes. “What does B.A. stand for?”
He smirks. “Guess.”
I shrug, “I don’t know.”
He laughs as he takes a huge bite and chews it up, making me wait for his answer. Then he grins that cute boyish grin, and says, “B.A. is short for the call name my bros gave me way back when. It stands for Badass."
"Oh, damn!" I twinkle at him. "You are definitely that!"
He chuckles. "Yup." Then he motions with his pizza. “I have the perfect call name for you too.”
‘Really? You don’t like Lizzy?”
“Lizzy’s ok for everyone else, but I want to have my own special nickname for you.”
“What would that be?” I flirt back.
He raises an eyebrow, then gives me a head nod. "I’m going to call you, Lizard."
“Lizard?” The Geico lizard pops into my brain. “Lizards are skinny. My curves deserve better than Lizard.”
He smirks and looks me up and down. “True that, but your tongue trumps your curves” His eyebrows twitch with his sexy half smile.
I lick my lips for him, knowing I give excellent head, and he hasn’t enjoyed that yet. “Ok.” I smirk. “I’ll agree to be your Lizard, but I want to give you a special name too."
"I’m digging the name you’ve already given me." He grabs the legs of my chair and drags me to him as he mimics my orgasmic chant. "Yes, Yes, OH. MY. GOD! Yes!” His voice inflection is spot on and I blush.
He pulls my body out of the chair and into his lap. He leans back as I straddle him. I poke his chest as his hands slide up my back. “Fair enough. You do fuck like a God, but you also make noises like a Gorilla.”
He stops and laughs. “Hell no! I do not!”
“Oh yes sir, you do.” I giggle as I slide off his lap and kneel in front of him. Then proceed to prove my tongue is like a lizard’s and he does make Gorilla noises when he comes.
Lying in bed with Lizzy is about as good as it gets. Her soft body is snuggled up against me. I’m amazed at how comfortable we are together. It’s like we’ve always known each other.
She asks, “With a body like yours, you have to be or have been in the military.”
“Affirmative, but I can’t share that with you.”
She bites her lip thinking. “Do you love what you do?”
“I do.”
“Can you see yourself doing anything else?”
I think about that for a moment. Until Jeff mentioned his new company, I hadn’t, but now, I know I should give it real consideration. If I become an officer, I’m committing long term to a military career. Which means my family would be committed to it too. I look down at Lizzy, she’s so sweet. I can’t image leaving her for years when I have to deploy for six months at a time. But if I join Jeff’s group, then I can work as a civilian contractor, have a family, make more money, and still get to do what I love. I smirk. No brainer. I kiss the top of her head. “I can. Jeff offered me a job. I think I’m going to take it.”
She squeezes me tight and looks up at me. I smile down at her. “Will you tell me your real name then? “
I flip her over and pull her ass up as I kneel behind her. “Soon, but right now, I’m digging this one.” I tell her as I make her chant it for me again.
When B.A. walks me out to the car Sunday morning, I feel so incredibly sad. He tosses my backpack in the back, then opens his arms to me. When I step inside, I can’t believe how clingy I am. My arms wrap around his waist and I hug him tight, trying not to lose my shit. The last thing I want is for him to see me crying over him, but it’s damn hard to breathe.
He kisses the top of my head. “Lizard, what’s wrong?”
“I’m being stupid again.”
He chuckles. “You are not stupid! If I am ever given the opportunity to beat the man’s ass that made you believe that about yourself, then please let me know. I will relish giving him an ass whooping for you.”
I laugh. “I believe you.”
“Now, what’s wrong?” He asks again.
“I’m afraid I won’t see you again.” I confess.
“Babe, I’m sorry. I was wrong. You are being stupid.”
I laugh out loud, comforted by his joke. “See, I told you so.”
He hugs me tight. “You have my digits. I don’t give those out to people I won’t see again."
I lean back and look up into his face. "Promise?"
"I have some business to take care of. I’m not sure how long it will take, but you will see me again. I promise. “
He pinches my chin and tilts my face up. Then leans down for a farewell kiss. I savor the moment, trying to memorize the look of his face. His eyes, his lips, his scruff because he didn’t shave the entire weekend, his smile. The way his tongue feels, the taste of him, the smell of him, the way he makes me feel, safe, happy, cherished, appreciated, respected.
When he lets me go, I tell him, “You’re my hero, you know.”
He chuckles. “Now that special nickname, I’ll accept.”
I grin at him and know I have completely fallen for his badass.
I open Lizzy’s car door, and she slides in behind the wheel. Then I lean in for a butterfly kiss. She pecks me with duck lips, and I laugh. Ever since I told her how perfect her pouty lips are for pecking; sh
e makes sure I get all she’s got.
"Drive careful. Don’t speed."
"Yes, sir," she winks at me, then cranks the car. I take a step back, and watch my woman drive away. I give her a couple of minutes, then send her a text.
*This is so you believe me. I did give you my digits. I will see you again. Don’t text and drive!*
I spin around and trot back to the hotel. My phone dings with a text message. Lizzy has sent a screen full of kiss icons.
I rush up to my room, change clothes, and throw my gear into my rucksack. Then I rush back out and climb into my corvette. I know Lizzy will take the interstate back to John’s so I will have to beat her there by taking the scenic route. It’s shorter, and I know on Sunday morning, traffic is nonexistent, plus the red lights will be blinking. My GPS calculates I’ll beat her there by 7 minutes.
As soon as I’m outside the city limits, I call Jeff. When he answers I tell him the news, “I’m in.”
“That’s fucking fantastic news!” He says. “How soon can you start?”
“I’m on 30 days leave right now. I’m going to call my commander as soon as we hang up and start the paperwork. I should be out before my leave is over.”
“Man, timing is everything. I’m going to need your expertise immediately.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“Grab a flight down to Alabama. I need you to work up a profile for me.”
“That’s what I do.” I grin, “And I’m damn good at it too.”
“I’m counting on that.” He tells me. “When you arrive, call me, but I want you to begin immediately interviewing Aurelius Moore’s inner circle. I don’t have all the facts just yet, but it looks bad.”
I disconnect the call, then dial my commander. He doesn’t answer, so I leave him a message.
While the countryside flies by, I think about being a profiler, and what differences I will discover between the behaviors of enemy combatants and civilian bad guys. I am really good at what I do, and I’m excited to prove it to Jeff.
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