And then Sydney interrupted his confusion.
“Woot! Woot!” she screamed and air-fisted several times, releasing his balls.
By now, half the audience was mumbling. A few chuckles were sprinkled in as well. Sydney was unfazed. She was about to give another shout when the hero sliced the zombie in half at the torso, but Alex held his palm over her mouth.
“Shhhh, Syd. Quiet or they’ll kick us out.”
She threw his hand away, dropping her popcorn box. Using both hands, she climbed up on his lap, her leather laces cutting into her soft flesh, and drilled him a deep throat kiss. “Gawd, Alex, I’m so hot right now, I don’t know what to do.” She fumbled under her skirt, and then pushed his hand underneath.
Alex knew exactly what to do. And the audience wouldn’t mind one bit.
“I’m taking you home.”
“Fuck me, Alex.”
The teens behind their seats were having a good time listening to their interaction. He heard one of them whisper, “I’m right here, baby. Come on over.”
Alex glowered at the youths. He had been trying to come to his feet, grabbing her hand and yanking her up to a standing position. She had hold of his balls again.
“Fuck me, Alex,” she repeated her plea, this time a little louder.
The audience was erupting with complaints, while he attempted to scoot in front of half a dozen people seated next to them. It was all he could do to keep his balance to avoid stepping on someone’s toes, and at last he had to stop and remove her hand from his groin. His blood pressure was skyrocketing.
“Fuck sake, Sydney, keep your hands to yourself or—”
“Shhh!” came someone’s loud reprimand.
He wanted to go punch the asshole who tried to shush him. Exhaling, he blurted out, “Okay, we’re leaving. Leaving right now.” It was loud enough so the whole room heard him.
Alex made huge strides down the side aisle, turning toward the exit. He could feel Sydney having difficulty keeping her balance as he tugged on her arm, her sandals doing chicken scratches on the concrete floor. Just as they descended the ramp to the exit door, someone shouted, “Have a good time you two!”
Fuckin’ Christ. He didn’t know whether to be upset, or just give her what she seemed to want, a very public screw on the well-padded, deep red floor of the theater lobby. But he knew this wasn’t conduct becoming a Navy SEAL, and nothing was worth jeopardizing that. At least that part of his brain was functioning.
“Geez, Sydney. What’s the matter with you?” He threw her hand down like a dirty rag.
At first she seemed taken aback. Then a deep furrow formed between her eyebrows. She tilted her head to the right as if she hadn’t heard him properly.
“Horror films make me horny as hell. What can I say?” She shrugged. “I guess I should have warned you.”
Alex took a step away from her and nearly ran into another couple rushing to enter the theatre. “Anything else I need to know?” he finally asked her.
He was dead serious, but she took it as a joke. It was no joke to him. His string of recent blind dates had him wary all of a sudden.
“Like whatever do you mean?” she answered, batting her big brown eyes.
“Like do you like to tie men up, that sort of shit? Because, sweetheart, I’m not into that. I once dated a girl—” His words were truncated by her palm, which quickly covered his mouth so hard it was nearly a slap.
“I don’t want to know anything about that. Don’t ever bring up other women again.” Her voice was low and deep, bubbling with anger.
Holy shit. I just met her. Why didn’t I see her as the nutjob she is?
He was going to seriously have words with the boys in his apartment who had set up this date. This was going to be the last time. He was done with these blind dates that were more a horror film than the one they’d just come from.
He valued his life and his career too much to risk it just for a piece of ass.
Chapter 4
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Sydney knew she’d blown it with the SEAL.
You were going to take it slow. Get that little demon tied up and sent to the closet so she didn’t act out inappropriately. She cursed herself for not working out harder today. That was the solution—that and staying away from caffeine and chocolate. But she couldn’t help herself today.
She’d dated much older guys, even a couple of former SEALs, but it usually took four or five intense dates before they’d go flying on their way. That part she didn’t mind. She was usually tired of them by then anyhow.
But this one was different. He had a mild, quiet manner about him, yet she could tell he could handle the crazy life, just didn’t like it in his ladies. It was okay if he did stuff halfway around the world that any adventure-seeker would pine for. At home, he wanted to be surprised, but not blindsided.
And she’d blindsided him tonight. She came onto him without much of a warning. It was too strong, and now, perhaps, she’d lost him. She’d never get a chance to have a second date. Her over-the-knee leather laces were hurting her now. She couldn’t wait to get them off.
They’d taken turns clearing their throats during his drive to her house, but no one spoke after she gave directions. He wasn’t going to bring her to his apartment. He didn’t have to explain it. That part was obvious.
What wasn’t so obvious was why he was denying the chemistry they had between them. One taste of his tongue and all the toggles got flipped to full on. She was a starved animal, or a wounded animal protecting something. Maybe both.
What?
She tossed the thought out the window and tried to act like she wasn’t disappointed, but the closer they got to her place, the sadder she felt.
“I’m sorry, Alex. Really sorry.”
He nodded and chuckled in spite of himself. “You should come with a warning label.”
“I don’t know what came over me,” she lied.
“Sweetheart, I think you had it all planned. You don’t fool me one bit.” His words were sharp and it hurt.
She was quiet, waiting for him to apologize. If she said something right now, the opportunity would be lost, maybe forever. At last, her silence paid off.
“Look, Sydney, I’m sorry, but I can’t tell if you did this on purpose or just—”
She turned toward him, placing her knee on the bench seat of his Hummer. “Yes. I’m really that way. Horror films turn me on. The coffee, the popcorn and all that chocolate—all those things are triggers. I get horny just walking past a See’s Candy Store. I can’t watch movie trailers for zombie movies in mixed company. But I am sorry. And you’re right, I should have told you.”
He wasn’t buying her explanation. He shook his head and mumbled something.
“Do my buddies know about all this?”
“Your buddies? What do your buddies have to do with this?”
“The guys who arranged the blind date.”
“I don’t remember meeting any of your friends. My girlfriend and I were playing at the beach. She told me she had someone she wanted me to meet. Since I am unattached, I was game. So I agreed.”
“So the guys didn’t talk to you?”
She found this to be really funny, throwing her head back in a full-throated laugh. “I talk to guys on the beach nearly every day. I play beach volleyball, or did you forget that about me?”
Alex didn’t say anything else for a few minutes. The silence was killing her.
Then it hit her. He thought she was some kind of freak. Well, he was partly right. As long as she exercised she could keep the crazy thoughts from overtaking her. She worked out and played hard, harder than most men. She knew she could take down most of them or handle herself in a dark alley. Physical contact didn’t scare her at all.
But Alex thought she was a freak. This made her mad.
He pulled up to her bungalow. Her roommate’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which would have been a good thing if their relationship was going any further, but she noted i
t without celebration.
When he stopped the truck, she opened the door and hopped out, headed straight for her front door without waving good-bye or saying a word. The sooner she could get to that hot shower and then her well-lubed vibrator, the better. She didn’t need a man to get off. But she had to get off.
“Hey,” she heard him shout. She pivoted on her heels and saw him standing outside the driver door. “You just going to walk off like that, not say a word? What kind of manners is that?”
“I thought you made it perfectly clear, or have you changed your mind?”
“Changed my mind?”
“About fucking me.”
He swore and shook his head. He was laughing when his gaze met hers a few seconds later. “Christ, Sydney. Are you okay? I mean, I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“And I’m supposed to do what with that?”
“No, it’s just a manner of—”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m tanked up, ready for a hot shower and some hotter sex with my devices than I’ll ever get out of you. No reason to put a bow tie on the fact that we’re incompatible.”
His square jaw and stern glare showed her some intensity she really liked. She’d picked a scab. He was angry.
Serves you right.
She turned and didn’t check out the slam of the truck door behind her. But she did note that the engine had been turned off, and then there were the footsteps that got closer until she felt the tug on her arm. Before she could protest, he had her in a lip-lock, sucking her tongue into his mouth as one hand found its way to her panties under her skirt.
“Sydney, we might be totally incompatible, but can’t we still fuck?”
Hallelujah.
She checked to see if any of her nosey neighbors were peering out their windows. They were used to watching her parade her trophies up and down the front walkway.
“Well, sailor,” she said before he could plunge his tongue down her throat again, “that’s more like it.”
His hands were all over her ass while she unlocked her front door. He didn’t spend any time looking at all the sports posters on the walls, the pictures of her on the cover of Sports Illustrated, or the trophies overflowing from her bedroom, burdening the living room bookshelf devoid of books. She checked for a note from Carole and found it taped to the mirror.
Be back in the morning.
They had this rule, if one of them was going to be gone all night, to let the other one know.
Alex bent her over the hallway chest, urgently pulling her panties down over her trussed thighs to her knees. His hand accepted the gift of her breast as she was pressed forward onto it. Her nipples were taught and ached, especially after he began pinching them. She groaned, spread her knees further, and raised her tailbone, rubbing her sex against the front of his jeans. She heard the zipper and then the drop of his pants.
“Honey, you got something?”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Is that enough?” He kissed her neck.
“God, I hope so. You—you want to wait?”
“It would be smarter.” But she could tell he was unconvinced.
“I don’t sleep around, Alex.” He was trying not to, but she could feel the tip of his cock brushing against her butt cheek.
He backed away for a second. “I do. But I’m always careful. I just wasn’t prepared, and I’m so sorry about that.”
She sighed. “Thank you, Alex. But I can’t wait. Please…”
His low growl at the back of her neck sent chills down her spine. The warmth of his body pressed into her, as one arm wrapped around her waist. He spread her cheeks, letting a finger slip inside her core just before he rammed his cock inside her.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. He took up a slow, deep rhythm, his hips undulating in a circular motion. He was getting harder. “You gonna let me come?” she finally found the words to say.
He didn’t stop his thrusting as he raised her with his thighs underneath hers so that she was pinned on him and perfectly balanced.
“Nuh-uh. Not this time, sweetheart.”
“I like it when I come first.”
“I do too, but, baby, don’t make me stop. I’m like you were at the theater, I want to fuck you senseless. Maybe next time?” His breath hitched as he groaned. She could feel his release was eminent.
She quickly whipped her body around and fell to her knees in front of him, putting her lips on his glistening member. She curled her tongue over him, sucked, and then ran her teeth over his head.
He appeared to be in shock at what she’d done, but powerless to do anything about it. His climax was overcoming him quickly. His cock began to spasm as she felt the warm come spurt down her throat. She inhaled deep, and pulled him down her throat, sucking up his balls too.
Alex was gasping as he gripped the chest top and struggled to stay on his feet. Sydney’s hands scratched his buttocks and then squeezed his flesh until he started to scream.
“Wait!” he shouted.
She couldn’t talk because he was totally filling her mouth, but she relinquished her hold on his ass. Her fingers feathered his butt cheeks as she drew her elbows together and squeezed her tits on either side of his left thigh until they hurt. He attempted to go deeper down her throat until his spill was complete.
She teased his cock as he began to withdraw, curling her tongue up and down his shaft, kissing and licking his underside in long strokes. He held her head with palms over her ears, and then let his fingers lace through her hair, pulling her onto him further, before releasing her.
“God, Sydney, I’ve never—”
“Shush,” she said to his member. “We’ve only just begun. It’s going to be a long night.”
The shower was their next encounter. He went through the ritual he’d seen in his mind so many times—the fantasy of untying her leather sandal straps. She’d stepped out of her panties and thrown her top and bra to the side, but she still had those leather laces crisscrossing her shapely thighs and calves. Her nude little honeypot swayed from side to side as she walked towards him.
“May I untie you now?” he asked.
“I’d like that. She leaned slightly forward, hands on her lower thighs, her breasts firm and nipples knotted. He knelt before her, worshiping her body at first, looking at the smooth texture of her browned skin and the thin band of white where her incredibly small bathing suit sheltered her pussy from the sun and other prying eyes.
He touched her clit and then licked his lips.
“Just one lick. Then you untie me.”
Alex’s tongue slid down into her channel, the tip rimming her core and then playing round robin with her little nub. He noted her little jerking motions as he worked the little organ. He violated her rules and leaned in to put his lips on her, but she strong-armed him and held him back.
“No. You had your lick. Now untie me.”
It felt like an order. He wasn’t sure he was up for this, but a look down at his cock and he knew there wasn’t going to be much she could say that would weaken his ardor.
After moistening his lips slowly, he said, “I like how you taste, Sydney.”
“You’ve got a nice tongue, Alex, and you use it well. I hope you’ll use it again.”
“Without a doubt.” He began to lean forward, but she stopped him again.
“Now you untie me,” she said firmly.
Just like in his dreams, his fingers moved over the puckered flesh underneath the strapping, until he found the top ends of the sandal laces. He was careful to untie the first one, and then, just like in his dream, the upper part of his hand was dangerously close to her nude pussy again. He teased her by allowing her moist, warm lips to kiss his hand there, making him shiver and causing his cock to bounce. He began to extend his forefinger, working to impale her, but she stopped him gain.
“Untie me first, Alex.”
Slowly, he untied the second knot peeling t
he leather strap away from her leg, kissing her inner thigh and tracing his tongue along the indentations the trusses left there.
“What do you like?” he whispered to her as he fingered her clit.
“I like that,” she said in his ear.
“And this?” he asked as he slipped two fingers inside her.
“Um-hmm.”
He was tasting her again.
She drew him up to a standing position, and led him to the shower. It was hard to focus, seeing the lines still embedded in her flesh as she walked. She examined him over her shoulder.
They stepped inside and she turned on the water. Taking his place behind her, he began kneading and spreading her cheeks, enjoying the luxurious feel of her flesh as he squeezed and released her butt cheeks. He inserted fingers inside her again. She hissed at his touch, the way he explored her, pinching her clit and asking her if she liked it.
She removed the oscillating spray wand from its holder, turned on the sharp, pulsing vibration and handed it to him. On his knees, he licked over her anus and then positioned the wand against her, spraying the water directly inside.
He sat on the bench. “Come here.” He dropped the wand.
As she turned to face him, he hungrily searched her body before gently pulling her knees apart, inserting his thumb against her clit. Sydney squealed. His mouth was right there. He pulled on the lips of her labia with his teeth. His tongue massaged her clit. He leaned back and rubbed the water wand against her, allowing the jets to fill her while his fingers massaged her opening. He could feel Sydney sparking, readying herself to accept his cock again.
He gently turned her around and, without using his hands to guide him, slid his cock down the cleft to her vacant and wanting opening. And then he was inside her. Deep inside her.
She threw her thighs over his, straddling him, giving him deeper penetration and allowing her to move up and down on his shaft. He drew the wand around her front and pulsed against her clit again, while he pulled and pinched the little organ.
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