Mercy: Second Chance Military Romance

by Abbi Hemp

  “I’m so sorry,” I said, backing toward the door.

  “It’s okay,” Tony said. “I’ve had my phone off because it helps us concentrate.”

  I turned and bolted for the door. Tony stepped out of the room after me.

  “Hold on,” he said. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m so embarrassed. When you didn’t answer and I didn’t hear from you all week, I thought…I thought…”

  He put his strong arms around me and held me tight, not caring who saw us in the hallway.

  “It’s okay,” he said in a soothing voice while rubbing my back.

  “I’m such an idiot,” I sobbed.

  “No, you’re not. I should have called, but I’ve been wrapped up with this and getting ready for the playoffs.”

  “It’s okay,” he said. “You can come and join us. We were almost finished.”

  “No, I shouldn’t…”

  “It’s okay,” he interrupted. “I’d like to have you in there with me.”

  “I don’t know…”

  “Please?”

  “Okay,” I relented then sniffed.

  “I didn’t mean to worry you. I’ve just been super busy.”

  “Me too. I finished my novel.”

  I patted my purse.

  “You going to let me read it?”

  “Not yet,” I said.

  “Okay. Let’s get back. We were about to stop the meeting anyway.”

  “I’m proud of you for doing this.”

  He kissed me again, a quick peck on the lips, then took my hand and led me back into his room. The six others sitting inside smiled as we walked over.

  “This is Andrea,” Tony said. “The woman I’ve been telling you about.”

  “Oh no. Only good, I hope.”

  “He loves you so much,” an older woman near the sliding glass door leading to the balcony.

  I sat down on the only spot left on the couch. Tony took a seat across the room.

  “Sorry everyone,” I said.

  “It’s fine,” Tony said. “We were just finishing up. Anyone have anything they would like to share?”

  I glanced around the room. Everyone shook their heads.

  “Great.” He clapped his hands together. “We’ll meet again next year or in a week, whatever comes first.”

  As the others stood, I did the same, feeling so out of place. Two groups formed in the room. Three people stood around Tony, talking to him, while I found myself standing next to the other three.

  “I had no idea he was doing this,” I admitted.

  “You’re fine, dear,” the middle-aged woman who had spoken earlier said.

  She put her hand on my arm briefly, making me feel at ease.

  “Have you guys been meeting long?”

  “No,” she continued.

  “I have to get going, but nice to meet you, Andrea,” a man in a white, button-up shirt said and held out his hand.

  I shook it, smiling. The others took their leave, also shaking my hand. After they left, I walked over to Tony and the other group, who were all laughing.

  “See you guys next week,” Tony said then waved.

  As they walked toward the door, I looked at Tony, loving him even more than I had before.

  “When did you start doing this?” I asked.

  “This is our first meeting, actually. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to get this room for a month or two.”

  “I’m so sorry,” I said. “When you didn’t answer, I jumped to conclusions and thought…”

  I stopped, not wanting to say it out loud.

  “That I was cheating on you?” he said, finishing my sentence.

  “Yeah,” I said then frowned, tears forming in my eyes again.

  “Come here…”

  He put his arms around me, holding tight. I stared up and into those magical hazel colored eyes. This is the man I’m going to marry. The thought didn’t need to be spoken out loud. I would show him my love.

  After assuming the worst, I wanted to give him the best blowjob he had ever received. As a star quarterback, I knew it was going to be difficult, but I was going to try my hardest.

  I stepped over and put my palms on his chest before kissing him. Still staring into his eyes, I dropped to my knees in front of him. The only thought in my mind was taking his cock into my mouth and making him feel good.

  THIRTY-FIVE

  Tony

  When she dropped to the floor, I thought about stopping her for about half a second. As soon as she had her hands on the waist of my pants, I took a deep breath, anticipation building up. She fumbled to undo my pants and belt, all the while looking up and into my eyes.

  Hers were open wide, so beautiful and giving. She pulled my pants and underwear down together. I stared down at her. She brushed her soft, silky cheek against my limp dick as I watched, captivated by the sight and feelings together. A grin spread over her face.

  “Let’s get you comfortable,” she said, standing up.

  I moaned as she pressed her body against mine and stood on her toes to kiss me on the lips. As we kissed, out tongues dancing together, I stepped out of my pants and reached down to pull my tee-shirt over my head.

  “There we go…”

  She stepped back to examine my body better. I loved the way she looked at me – so hungry and filled with lust. I trusted her enough to spend the rest of my life with her.

  “Turn around.”

  I obeyed, loving the feeling of her being in control, at least for the moment.

  “Nice,” she said in a sexy voice. “Go sit on the couch.”

  She watched my every step as I made my way across the room. When I reached the leather couch, I sat down and leaned all the way back.

  “Touch yourself,” she said.

  “I don’t…”

  “Do it,” she interrupted.

  I reached down between my legs and wrapped my fingers around my cock, wishing they were her fingers. As I gave it a few playful tugs, she undressed. The meeting and everything else faded away. All that existed in the universe was her naked body.

  She walked over, those pert, natural breasts bouncing slightly. When she reached me, she stood between my legs and leaned over.

  “Keep going,” she said.

  I jerked my cock harder as her breasts pressed against my hard chest. Her lips met mine, moving in a way that made me want her so bad. Each time I gave myself a tug, I felt the tip rubbing against her smooth, flat belly.

  “That’s so good,” she cooed into my ear then nibbled at the lobe.

  As she kissed her way down my neck to my chest, I stopped stroking myself.

  “Keep going,” she said. “It turns me on to see you touch yourself.”

  She kissed further south, running her tongue over the ridges of my six-pack as I jerked my half-hard cock even harder. After kneeling on the floor in front of me, I saw her face only inches from my dick.

  “Keep going,” she said sexily.

  I saw her hand move between her legs as she bent her head forward. Whenever my fist went down the shaft, she licked the tip of my cock. The sensation drove me wild with desire. My breaths came faster as my heart pumped even more blood between my legs.

  “Slow down,” she said. “Let’s build it up.”

  She put her hands over mine, controlling the speed of my hand sliding up and down my slick, smooth shaft. I moaned, wanting so bad to shoot my load over all her chest.

  “Take your hands away.”

  I did as she said, resting them at my sides. She peered up at me as she licked the underside of my cock from the base to the very tip. My breaths came even faster as she teased me.

  “It’s so good,” she said, lighting grabbing it with her fingers and giving it a few tugs.

  Her coming over and accusing me of cheating on her was the last thing on my mind as she removed her hand and kissed the shaft near my balls. I groaned, wanting her to get on with it. When I thrust my hips up, she raised her hands into the air and
moved back.

  I reached up with my left hand to grab my cock, but she pushed it away.

  “Patience. Close your eyes.”

  As I closed them, I felt her lips wrap around my massive, purple head. She swirled her tongue around, driving me wild. Slowly, she lowered her head, taking my cock deep into her mouth.

  While she sucked up and down, she used a hand on the shaft, sliding it up and down. The only thing I could concentrate on was the feelings emanating from between my legs. My cock throbbed as she bobbed her head over and over again.

  I felt myself getting closer to coming. She noticed too, taking her mouth off my cock while still stroking it. I opened my eyes again and looked at her.

  “Do it,” I hissed.

  “Do what?” she teased.

  “Suck it.”

  “Suck what?”

  “Suck my cock!”

  When the c-word fell from my mouth, she swallowed as much of me as she could manage. I watched in amazement as my cock disappeared then reappeared. Her thick, red lips pressed against the shaft so tightly, driving me crazy as the friction built up to intolerable levels.

  She noticed me throbbing again, my balls so tight and ready to explode, and she pulled away, grinning at the agony on my face. After a few seconds, she resumed again, taking me to the very edge before stopping completely. I couldn’t remember the last time my cock was so hard.

  “You want to pop, don’t you?”

  “Oh fuck, yes, please…”

  The words streamed out of my mouth, making little sense.

  She teased the tip with her tongue, paying attention to the underside of the head.

  “Oh, fuck, Andrea…I’m going to…”

  “Yes, baby,” she said. “Come for me.”

  I heard her voice and lost all control. My whole being shot up and out of my cock. To my surprise, she kept her mouth over it, swallowing thick streams of my warm cum without a complaint. When she finally lifted her head, she smiled at me, some of my juices dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.

  “That was a lot,” she exclaimed.

  “Oh, fuck,” I said again, still unable to think clearly. “Fuck.”

  She giggled.

  “We can fuck too if you want. Do you need time?”

  “Not much,” I said. “I’ve missed you this week.”

  “Yeah?” she asked.

  I nodded, locking eyes with her.

  “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  She stood and offered her hand. I took it in mine then stood up. In the bathroom, I stepped into the shower and turned the water on while she rinsed out her mouth with green mouthwash.

  A moment later, she joined me under the stream of warm water. I soaped up her body, not missing a single spot. She started to do the same for me, but I got down on my knees inside the shower.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  I placed my hands on her hips and stared up at her with a grin on my face.

  “I want to taste you too.”

  “Ohh,” she said then moaned as I buried my face between her legs.

  Water poured down on my back as I licked and kissed her pussy, teasing her hooded clitoris. She had been playing with herself while sucking me off, and her pink lips were engorged with blood.

  “You taste so good,” I said, not moving my face away.

  She spread her legs a bit, giving me easier access. At the same time, I felt her fingers running through my wet hair. I forgot all about my own dick or pleasure and concentrated on making her feel as good as she had made me feel a few minutes earlier.

  “Oh, Tony,” she moaned.

  I slipped two fingers inside her pussy, wiggling them around while I pressed my flattened tongue over her clitoris. I placed my other hand on her ass, keeping her steady while I brought her closer to orgasm.

  “Oh, fuck, baby…”

  Yeah. That’s it. Fuck you’re so tight.

  My dirty thoughts stayed in my mind as I used my mouth and fingers to push her forward.

  Come for me, baby. Come now.

  Her cries got louder as I pushed my fingers in and out faster, still licking her clitoris.

  “Oh, fuck yes. I’m coming…”

  She came, her body shaking. The most amazing pussy I’d ever fucked tightened around my fingers. I kept them in a few seconds before pulling them out.

  I stood up and pressed my body against hers. We kissed again, our arms moving our bodies.

  “Are you spending the night?” I asked.

  “I should go. I’ve invaded your space.”

  “Don’t be silly. I’m glad you came over. I should have called you. My phone has been off because so many other reporters are calling me again about the playoff games coming up.”

  “You’re going to help them win.”

  “Damn straight.”

  After one more water-soaked kiss, we stepped out of the shower. I dried her off, and she did the same for me. She retrieved her clothes from the other room and got dressed.

  “I hate to rush out, but I’ve got to get to work in the morning, and it’s late.”

  “I understand,” I said, putting my hand on her shoulder as I stood only wearing boxer-briefs. “We’ll be able to spend more time together soon.”

  “You can count on it.”

  She leaned up to give me a quick peck on the lips.

  “Goodnight, Tony.”

  “Goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams.”

  “You too.”

  As she turned to leave, I thought about asking her to stay again, but I seriously wanted a little more time alone to figure out our relationship. With the playoffs coming up, I had no time for anything other than football.

  She turned at the door, a smile on her face, and waved one last time. I grinned back at her.

  After she left, I went to the bed and laid down. Sleep overtook my quickly, the best rest I’d had in a long time, all thanks to Andrea. She was the most amazing woman in the world.

  THIRTY-SIX

  Tony

  The next morning, after working out, I returned to my room and noticed Andrea had left her purse the previous day. Don’t look in it, I told myself while walking over. Don’t do it. Despite my best efforts, I opened the bag and saw her novel loosely stacked near the top.

  Touchdown by Andrea Jones was all I could see on the title page. Curiosity got the best of me, and I fished the stack of paper out of her purse. Still wet from the shower in the gym, I walked over to the bed and laid down, setting the stack of papers next to me.

  Wearing only loose swim trunks and nothing else, I flipped the title page over and started a second pile. As I picked up the first page of the first chapter of her first novel, I felt nervous, excited, and turned on all at once. Had she written about me and her?

  I never understood why women read romance novels in the first place. As I read the first few pages, I was pulled into the story. It started when a female reporter walks into a locker room and sees a naked player. Is this our story? I kept reading.

  By the time I got to the end of the third chapter, the story got steamy. I loved the way she described the first sexual encounter between the two main characters. While I held the current page in my left hand, my right one slipped into my swim trunks.

  Just need to adjust my cock, I told myself, but it was stirring to life by reading her words. I continued reading, tugging a few times as the scene got even hotter. In my mind, I imagined Andrea as the heroine and me as the main character. She made love to me with words and images.

  Fuck. I’m getting hard. I picked up another page as the sex scene really ramped up. The more I read, the more turned on I became. I forgot all about the worry over reading her manuscript before she was ready. It was worth the risk. My hand moved faster in my shorts.

  I was getting into it when someone knocked at the door. Fuck, I thought, standing up. My cock stood out, a huge bulge in my shorts. I walked over to
the door and called out, “Hang on.” Looking through the peephole, I saw Andrea standing in the hallway.

  Should I tell her I read it? Fuck! Not thinking, I opened the door, standing behind it.

  “You okay?” she asked while walking into the room. “I forgot my purse last night.”

  I closed the door and smiled like someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

  “You’re reading it?” she asked, a flash of anger appearing on her face.

  “Just a bit,” I said. “It kinda turned me on.”

  “I can see,” she said, nodding at my crotch.

  “Here…” I passed her the piece of paper I had in my hand. “You should get to work.”

  “No way,” she said. “I want to see you do it.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “Touch it. I want to see you beat off while reading my words.”

  “You’re a dirty woman, Ms. Jones.”

  “You haven’t figured that out yet?” She laughed. “Now get that cock out.”

  I dropped my shorts to the floor then stepped out of them.

  “There it is,” she said approvingly, not taking her eyes off it.

  She followed me over to the bed. I sat down on the mattress, my back propped up with pillows. Her manuscript sat next to me in two piles. As I resumed touching myself, she undressed out of her work clothes. Down to her panties and bra, she sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Read it out loud,” she said while slipping a hand into her panties.

  I picked up one of the other pages, the start of the sex scene, and read it out loud.

  “His enormous cock thrust deep inside her…”

  “Yes,” she moaned, still staring at my cock in my hand.

  She pleasured herself discretely as I read her words and did the same.

  “Fuck this,” I said, tossing the paper aside. “I want you so bad.”

  I got off the bed and stepped to her.

  “Bend over,” I said gruffly.

  Without a word, she bent over the edge of the bed. I pulled her panties down with both hands then rubbed between her legs with my fingers. So fucking wet already!