by Sierra Rose
“I know. We’ve both been busy,” I replied.
“So what are you majoring in?” he asked.
I smiled slightly in anticipation of the response I always get when I answer this question. “Criminal Justice.”
Chris gave the standard surprise-then-smile response, then said, “Wow. Do you have any handcuffs?”
I licked my lips and looked him straight in the eye. “Not yet.”
He grinned. “I do.”
The rest of the dinner went by pretty quickly, as I could barely concentrate on the rest of the conversation. He was so damn sexy it was distracting, and my mind kept flitting back to the first night we’d met – the first night we’d been together. I’d never expected to see him again. A guy like Chris didn’t seem like the type who would want more than a one-night-stand, but perhaps I had misjudged him. Then I briefly wondered if he was interested in a two-night-stand, as I could see that that was where the night was headed. Just being around him made me want to do very bad things to him.
“So, where to now, beautiful?” he asked, sliding a sideways look at me from the driver’s seat.
I could hear the double meaning in his question and the hopeful look in his glance and I lifted my chin. “Your choice, Chris.”
He smirked to himself and steered toward his house.
***
I breathed a sigh of relief when we reached the bachelor pad and his two roomies weren’t home.
“Would you like something to drink?”
There was an awkward air suddenly swirling around the apartment, and he must have felt it, too, realizing how very inebriated we had both been the last time we were alone here.
I rubbed my hands together nervously as if I were cold. “Sure. Whatever you have is fine.”
He had his head in the fridge, the sickly yellow light illuminating his face. “Do you like red wine?”
Yuck. “Sure.”
He brought me over a glass tumbler almost full with the dark red liquid and I giggled at both its presentation and its temperature. I doubt he knew red wine was to be served at room temperature – something I learned from my parents and their wine parties – but of course I wasn’t going to say anything about it. And if I’m honest, drinking it cold was better than warm since it was gross anyway.
I took a cautionary sip as Chris watched me curiously. I glanced at his glass tumbler and saw a clear liquid. My eyebrows went up. “You’re drinking water?”
He smirked around the lip of the glass. “It’s coconut rum, but I have no pineapple juice left.”
I laughed and shook my head. I took a heartier sip of the wine, trying hard not to wince at its bitterness but needing badly to relax. Chris was still watching me.
“So… where are your roommates?” I asked to banish the silence.
He set his now-empty glass down. “Jesse’s TDY for four weeks in Arizona, and I think Nate is on a date.”
I laughed nervously at his impromptu rhyme and he joined me. Sliding closer to me on the sofa, he grabbed the wine from me and set it on the coffee table. I watched his fingers linger on the glass before they made their way to my bare thigh and began to slowly slide up higher. My eyes flicked up to his and saw they were swimming with desire.
Very slowly, his face moved closer to mine and I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do. I wanted so badly to lean in and take the reins on his move but something told me to just wait. His eyes slid down to my lips and I felt his thumb brush my bottom lip. He then pulled it away and stuck it in his mouth. “Mmm strawberry,” he said with a smile.
“Yes, my favorite lip gloss,” I replied lamely.
God, really?
As I was contemplating my stupid response, I felt his warm lips on mine. I closed my eyes and relished in the feel of them, as a hot rush of pleasure coursed through me at his kiss. It was sweet and tantalizing and I wanted more. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I brushed my palm up and down the soft sheen of hair on the back of his head and lightly raked my manicured fingernails along his scalp. I felt him shudder, and suddenly the hand that had been on my thigh moved up higher until I felt his fingers brush the outside of my panties, and I gasped.
Pushing my insecurities out the door with help from the wine, I unbuttoned his black dress shirt and threw it to the floor. I straddled his lap while kissing him and he began to fumble with the straps on my dress. His fingers slid the straps down slowly and with them came my bra straps. He lowered the dress to my waist and licked a trail from my collarbone down to my nipples and I leaned my head back and groaned as his hot tongue assaulted my tender buds, which were as hard as pencil erasers.
I grinded down on his bulging erection, nothing but his jeans and my lacy boy-short panties between us. He was as hard as could be and I was fairly sure the moisture pooling between my legs would leave a mark on his jeans.
Chris’s tongue licked more strawberry off my bottom lip and then snaked its way into my mouth and mingled with mine. He tasted every part of my mouth, and his right hand was doing unspeakable things to my breast that made me want to crawl out of my skin… or at least these annoying panties.
I slid my hand down his perfect bare chest and teased my finger between his waistband, sliding it across the skin on his lower stomach, and I felt goose bumps pop up at my touch. This thrilled me, and as he continued to plunder my mouth, I unsnapped his jeans and lowered his zipper, reaching inside without abandon and massaging him. He let out a groan, and when I couldn’t take any more, I slowly rose from his lap and let my dress and bra fall to the floor. I yanked his jeans down and slid them off his legs, and when I stood up, both of Chris’s hands were gripping my hip bones and he began kissing me between them. I sucked in a breath at the sensation. His hands slid lower and lower, and with them came my panties until they, too, were on the floor.
I lifted one long leg over his lap and slowly impaled myself on him, the two of us moaning and grinding until a rush of pleasure swept over me, causing me to see stars. “Chris. Oh, Chris…” I breathed.
I felt him stop his thrusts. “Oh, God, Miranda…” he groaned.
He kissed me roughly, picked me up, and carried me into his bedroom, closing and locking the door, and I briefly hoped Nate didn’t come back and find our clothes on the living room floor. Then when Chris laid me down and began kissing me again, I didn’t really care.
We hadn’t even broken contact as he continued his delicious assault of my neck and breasts with his mouth. He slowly moved in and out of me and I could no longer hold back the burst of pleasure that exploded between my legs as he continued to stroke himself in and out of me. I squeaked out his name as my nails dug into his back. With one shuddering thrust, he too was groaning into my neck, and then he leaned up and kissed me once more.
***
I’m surprised I passed any of my classes that quarter. When I wasn’t ridiculously distracted by my thoughts of Chris and his hands and lips all over me, I was actually with him, having those fantasies fulfilled. I missed him when he’d have to leave for his weekend operations, but he was good about keeping in touch via text, email, and sometimes, a phone call. He did these “weekend ops” (as he called them) about every other weekend, and I’d come to accept them. Sometimes I would go out with Jayda and Stephanie and go party, and other times, I’d just hang out with Samantha in the dorm room and read or try to study. Since I had been at U.C. San Diego for almost a whole semester now, I had a good routine going, and had made some good friends. While I wasn’t on the honor roll or anything, I was pulling in decent enough grades to keep my parents happy and to stay in good academic standing with the college.
“So you and Chris are pretty serious, huh?” Stephanie asked as we met in the school hallway.
I nodded. “Yep. He’s taking me to Miami during the semester break. I can’t wait.”
Her eyes got big. “Seriously? Your parents aren’t expecting you home at Christmas?”
I nodded. “Yes. I’m going to Miami the first week, th
e second week I’m flying right into San Francisco for the holidays.”
“Wow, that’s super romantic and hot! Do your parents know?” Stephanie asked as she popped a gummy bear into her mouth.
I looked down at the odd container she had them in and then back up at her. “Hell no.” I paused. “And why are you eating gummies out of a plastic container? Where is the bag they came in?”
She offered me a devilish smirk, playfulness dancing in her dark almond shaped eyes. “Want to try one?”
I actually don’t really like gummy anything, but the look she shot me piqued my curiosity. I lifted an eyebrow. “Sure.”
I plucked red and green ones from her proffered hand and popped them in my mouth. As I began to chew, an explosion of some sort of alcohol burst onto my tongue and I began to cough slightly.
Stephanie threw her head back and laughed. In fact, she was laughing so hard, tears began to stream down her olive cheeks. “You should see your face!” she choked out.
I shook my head and absently pointed to my mouth. “What in the hell are these?”
“Vodka-soaked gummies,” she replied, dropping two more in her mouth with her head tipped back.
“You’re seriously getting wasted at one o’clock in the afternoon?” My look was incredulous and I was trying not to smile.
She swallowed the gummies and grinned. “It’s five o’clock somewhere!”
I shook my head at her and looped an arm through hers. “Come on, drunk girl, we have to get to class.”
CHAPTER 5
“No, mother. I will see you the second week. My friends and I are gonna hang out the first week and I’ll fly up the second week,” I lied.
“Miranda, you should spend your whole break with us. Grandma is flying in from Michigan and wants to see you.”
God, my mom was good with the guilt trips. But I wasn’t not taking this trip with Chris. I had always wanted to go to Miami. My parents had taken us to DisneyWorld a couple of times while we were growing up, but Miami always seemed so exotic and glamorous to me. I couldn’t wait. “I can’t wait to see you and Dad and Grandma and everyone!” I put on the fake charm.
I heard my mother’s signature dramatic sigh, the one she loved to give when dishing out the guilt trips, and rolled my eyes. “Okay, Miranda. I’ll see you then.”
“Bye, mom. Love to Dad.”
She hung up and I couldn’t wait to start packing for Miami. My phone rang and I saw Chris’s face smiling at me on the screen.
“Hi,” I answered.
“Hey, yourself, sexy. You ready for our trip?”
“Of course. What time do we leave?” There was a slight pause and I wondered if we had been disconnected. “Chris?”
“Sorry, baby, I’m here. I have another call coming in. I’ll be there at eight tomorrow morning. Be ready! Gotta go. Bye!”
Click.
“Alrighty then,” I murmured to myself. I pulled out my zebra-print suitcase with the hot pink trim and began to pack for Miami. I did a quick Google search of December weather in Miami and saw that it was like California, only better. Sunny and 70s and I smiled, tossing all three of my skimpiest bikinis in first.
***
“Wanna join the mile-high-club?” Chris whispered in my ear as I sat looking at the fluffy white clouds out of my window seat.
I gasped a little at his hand riding up my bare thigh under my jean skirt and seriously contemplated his proposal. I looked into his playful sapphire eyes. “Chris, I’m five-eight, and you’re, what, six-three? You think we could both fit in that in that tiny bathroom?”
He looked at me contemplatively for a minute. “Now why did you have to go and get technical on me?”
Just then, a flight attendant walked by. “Excuse me, can I get a blanket and pillow, please?” he asked her.
The woman, probably in her mid-fifties, was very pretty with short graying blonde hair, and her dark blue uniform was pressed neatly. She plastered a fake smile on her red lips and said, “Of course.”
“Are you cold?” I asked him suspiciously, sensing he had an ulterior motive.
He shook his head, “No.”
“Here you are,” the flight attendant handed him the requested blanket, a thin, dark blue thing that I doubt would keep a dog warm, and very small pillow that looked like it belonged on a doll’s bed.
“Thank you,” he said with all the charm he could muster.
The flight attendant walked away and Chris unfolded the blanket and laid it over our laps. He also put both tray tables down, and I knew right where he was going with it. A small thrill travelled up my spine, and as Chris leaned over and kissed me, I felt his fingers swirl in circles on my inner thigh as it traveled up and down, teasing me with the promise of things to come. I opened my legs wider to assist him, and then reciprocated by placing my hand on his thigh. I felt the bulge behind his zipper and grinned into his mouth. I teased the outside of his shorts with my hand, running it up and down the straining material, and I actually felt him get harder, if that was even possible.
He hooked a finger inside my panties and I suppressed a moan as his finger made the same swirling pattern inside the heat of my panties until it reached the wettest part of my core. Another finger found its way into my red satin panties and inserted itself inside of me, with the other finger still swirling and rubbing my most intimate area. A deep shudder ran from the top of my head to the tip of my toes as my pleasure built at breakneck speed and the orgasm instantly ripped through my body. I was so glad we were seated in the last row of the plane, as I was gasping. Chris never broke eye contact with me as he did this, which was why I came so fast.
I reached over with the pretense of hugging him with my left arm as my right one reached under the blanket and unzipped his cargo shorts. I reached inside his underwear and gripped his rock-hard length and began to make slow movements up and down it. He leaned over and kissed me as my strokes became faster and more frenzied. “Oh, God…” he groaned in my ear.
Suddenly an announcement came over the intercom. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are beginning our final descent into Miami. Please turn off all portable electronic devices and make sure your chairs and tray tables are in the upright and locked positions. And thank you for flying with us.”
“Shit,” he groaned in my ear, and with a lot of self-control, gently removed my hand from his trousers. “The lady will come by and tell us to put the trays up.”
He zipped up but kept the pillow over his lap as he put the tray tables up. “We will finish this later, baby” he breathed in my ear.
I grinned and nodded. “I guarantee it.”
I gasped as we stepped off the curb outside the airport and could feel the heavy air of South Florida. As I commented on it, Chris shook his head and laughed. “This is December. I’ll bring you back in July, and then you’ll wish it was December.”
“No thanks,” I muttered under my breath. “I’m a California girl. We don’t do weather.”
He laughed again and grabbed my hand, helping me into the cab.
“The Flamingo, please,” Chris said to the driver, an older dark-skinned man who answered in a thick Cuban accent.
“We’re not staying with your parents?” I asked.
Chris shook his head. “No, they already have a houseful. Don’t worry, you’ll get to meet them.”
I smiled. “I can’t wait.”
As we pulled up to the circular drive of the hotel, a large pink thing with flamingos on its front lawn, Chris paid the driver and carried our bags into the lobby. When we crossed into the blessed air conditioning, I took in the moderately decorated lobby with its brass countertops and green and beige décor. There were random palm trees painted on the walls and a large fake one in the lobby. It was nothing fancy, but it appeared new and very clean and to be honest, I didn’t really care. I was just glad to be here with Chris. I knew the military didn’t pay a lot and I actually began to wonder if I shouldn’t offer to help pay for some of this trip. I’d al
ways been used to being taken care of by past boyfriends, and of course my parents before that, it never occurred to me that I should probably offer to help. I had never dated a military guy before, and I had a feeling that if things didn’t work out with Chris, he probably wouldn’t be the last. There was something so very hot and seductive about a man in uniform, especially the dress blues; it was a huge turn-on. Chris had told me about his travels around the world, the wars he’d been in, and some of his stories were heartbreaking. I also knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that wherever we were, Chris would protect me. I felt secure around him, and that was also a very attractive trait.
Chris inserted the card-key into the room door and its green light invited us in with a beep. The room was also moderately decorated, but new and clean with a huge queen-sized bed in the center. He set our bags down as the door automatically closed behind us with a loud click.
Grabbing my face with both hands, he leaned down and kissed me softly and then pulled away slowly, his arms encircling my waist. “Thank you for coming to Miami with me, Miranda.”
I swooned under his gaze and smiled. “Thanks for inviting me, Christopher.”
He slid the purse from my shoulder and set it on a nearby chair and snaked his hand up under my shirt, his touch warm against my stomach. His fingers played with the seam on the bottom of my bra and he laced a finger under it around to the back and unhooked it one-handed. Leaning down to kiss me, he lifted the hem of my shirt up over my head and threw it to the floor. His hands moved to my shoulders and he simultaneously slid my bra straps down, letting the pink lace number flutter to the floor.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as his warm tongue found my nipples.
I gripped my hands into his short hair as if I was holding on for a ride, and he left a wet trail with his tongue down my stomach to the button of my jean skirt, which he popped open with one hand and almost violently slid to the floor. His tongue continued to lick down my stomach until he reached my wet panties and slid them off slowly. With both hands gripping my hips, he found my intimate folds and began to lick his way inside with his hot tongue, and I squealed in pleasure. He stood up and pushed me back until the backs of my knees reached the bed, and he gently eased me down, lapping once more at my sweet spot and then positioning himself at my opening until I begged. “Chris, please don’t make me wait. I want you so bad.”