Free at last - Box Set

by Annie Stone

  “So, I told her I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to sleep with her. She went nuts.”

  I frown. “What do you mean?” He looks insecure, so I add, “We’re no longer friends.”

  He looks relieved as he nods. “Thank God. That woman was a real nutjob.”

  “What did she do?”

  “I told her no, but she tried to persuade me to have sex. In not such a nice way.”

  I look at him in shock. “But…”

  “Nothing happened. She was mad, but I just left her.”

  “She shouldn’t have tried to bully you into sex.”

  “She didn’t succeed.”

  “Doesn’t matter. It’s a question of decency.”

  “And since then, I haven’t slept with anybody else, either.”

  “That’s more than two years,” I say incredulously.

  “Almost three, but, hey, who’s counting?”

  I look at him, my fingers burrowing into the T-shirt across his stomach. “I’m still with Carter.” At least, until I tell him it’s over.

  “I know, but Carey says it’s not going great.” He looks at me hopefully.

  I swallow. “That’s true, but…”

  He licks his lips, and they look so juicy with that moist shimmer on them. I bend forward and press my lips to his. He’s surprised, but it only takes a fraction of a second before he pulls me in closer. Hungrily, his tongue slips into my mouth. I moan quietly, wrapping my arms around his neck. His tongue is gentle yet passionate. His hands move down my back, land on my butt, and squeeze. I moan loudly as his fingers explore my curves.

  He pulls away. “Baby, do you want this?”

  I nod, and with a turned-on grown, he conquers my mouth again. I don’t realize what he’s up to until I’m lying on my back underneath him on the couch. His fingers push up the fabric of my top, and he kisses my belly, moving up, kissing my breasts through my bra before pulling down the cups and, with a moan, taking my nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh, baby, this is so hot. So ridiculously hot,” he mumbles quietly. His fingers tease the other nipple, gently pinching, tenderly twirling. I lift my hips, trying to get some friction.

  He smiles against my skin.

  “Hunter, please,” I beg, because he’s going way too slow for me.

  “I’ve been waiting for this for ages,” he says, “so I’m going to take my sweet time tasting you.”

  I moan, frustrated. He laughs and devotedly licks my nipples.

  “Off with this,” he commands, and I pull off my shirt. At the same time, he lifts my upper body to open my bra. “Fuck.”

  “What?”

  “Opening a bra is not like riding a bicycle,” he jokes, but I realize he’s nervous.

  “Shhh,” I say, pushing him away. He doesn’t know what I want but follows my command. I push him into the pillows and lie down on top of him. I stroke his cheeks. “It’s just me. Mac. No need to be nervous.” I sit up, knees on either side of his hips, and reach behind me. I open my bra to free my breasts.

  “Fuck, Mac.” His voice is hoarse.

  I bend forward and grab his hands, closing them around the base of my breasts. He squeezes, kneads, and massages me. I bend down further, bringing my nipples closer to his mouth.

  “Yeah, baby, fuck yeah!” he mumbles and starts licking and kissing them. He sucks one nipple deep into his mouth, and my torso arches.

  “Oh, yeah, Hunter,” I whisper coarsely.

  I put my hands around his head and pull his face closer to me.

  “I love your tits,” he says when he lets my nipple pop out of his mouth and sucks in the other one. “Such sweet, hot tits!”

  “Lick them, please lick them,” I moan.

  And he does. I pull away and put my lips on his. We kiss with so much passion goosebumps spread across my body, and one shudder follows the next.

  I search for the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head so I can plant kisses along his neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I see ink. He’s had a tattoo done. I sit up to see what he’s wearing on his skin. I can see the corners of another tattoo on his shoulder, but across his heart, there is one small word.

  Mac.

  I put my hand on my mouth, my eyes welling with tears. “Oh my God…”

  He strokes my thighs up and down. “You know how much I love you. I wanted your name on my skin, even if… I’m so happy, Mac.”

  I nod, bending forward. I kiss the tattoo, running my lips and tongue over it. I love it. I find his mouth again while my hand reaches for him through his jeans.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last long with your hands on my dick.”

  I look at him and smile. “How long are you going to last with my lips around it?”

  His eyes widen, and I grin before planting kisses down his torso.

  “Mac, don’t…” I’ve arrived at his fly and proceed to open the buttons. “Mac…”

  I stop. “Don’t you want me to take it into my mouth?”

  “Fuck, yes, but…”

  “But what?”

  “I don’t want you to feel obliged,” he says, and I can see it’s difficult for him to say this—the idea of me giving him a blow job turns him on more than anything else.

  I lick my lips and bite my bottom lip. “Ever since I’ve seen your cock, I keep imagining what it would taste like.”

  His eyes widen before his eyelids come down halfway. “Fuck!”

  I stroke him through his jeans. “May I?”

  He gives a short, sort of pained laugh. “Any time, baby!”

  I kneel between his legs and pull down his jeans. My tongue licks across his dick, which is still inside his boxers. He clenches his fists and flings back his head. His entire body is tense. The veins start showing on his throat.

  “Fuck,” he growls, sounding so animalistic I can feel my panties soak through.

  I smile and do it again.

  “You damn tease,” he says.

  I stick one finger inside his waistband and pull lightly. He raises his hips, helping me free his cock. Hunter seems to have rubbed off on me. I don’t usually say cock. But Hunter is a man, and nothing else would sound manly enough.

  When he’s unwrapped, he stands in front of me hard and proud. My mouth waters when I see his dark red glans shedding the first milky drops of lust already. His cock is long and thick, with a vein running along the bottom.

  “Oh my God,” I mutter and grab it with both hands. I stroke him up and down, seeing more milky drops emerge. “Hunter…”

  “What?” He sounds tortured.

  “I want you to watch.”

  He snorts, sounding tortured again. “I’ll come immediately.”

  “It’s okay, babe. Then I’ll go again.”

  “Babe?” he asks.

  “Is that all you heard?”

  He laughs quietly and gets up on his elbows.

  “Hey, babe,” I say and look at him. “I want to be able to look you in the eyes.”

  Before he can say anything, I take him into my mouth.

  “FUCK, Mac!” he gasps.

  “Hmm.” I lick across his tip with my tongue. “So good.” I have both hands around his shaft, leaving only his tip free for my tongue to pamper. I lick across it again and again, dipping my tongue into the small indentation from which his cum emerges. I lick across his frenulum, making him harder. “So hot!” I breathe.

  Hunter is breathing heavily and looking back and forth between my mouth and my eyes. I keep looking at him. I want to see what he likes and what he doesn’t like. It feels so incredibly good to have him in my mouth.

  I move my hands in circles, and he growls, “Yeah, Mac! Fuck, this is good! Keep going, baby. Please, don’t stop!”

  I close my lips around his tip, pushing them against the edges, sucking hard.

  “Fuck, baby! So good, so good. My cock looks so good inside your mouth,” he gasps in a staccato fashion. “Fuck, baby! This is even better than my dreams.”

  I
take one hand off and take him deeper into my mouth. My lips run up and down his shaft. Up and down. Again and again, my tongue licks across his skin. I take his balls into my free hand and stroke them gently.

  “Yeah, fuck! So damn hot! Your mouth was made to do this.”

  I look down.

  “Look at me, baby!” he gasps. “Don’t take your eyes away from me!”

  My eyes fly to his.

  “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Suck harder, please. Suck harder!”

  I do, and he gasps and moans, and I see drops of sweat running down his stomach.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come! Baby, I’m going to come! No! Fuck!” Before he can think about not coming in my mouth, sperm shoots out of him. He groans so passionately, I almost come with him.

  “I’m so sorry, baby, so sorry. I—”

  “Shhh… Hunter, it’s all right. I wanted you to come in my mouth.”

  His eyes find mine, and he smiles, looking relieved. “I don’t want to force myself upon you in any way.”

  I lie down on top of him, kissing his lips. “Whatever you’re doing with me is consensual. I want to pleasure you, just like you want to pleasure me, right?”

  He nods. “Yes, but I don’t want to trigger anything—”

  “You won’t. I feel completely safe with you.” And it’s true. I know a hundred percent that I can trust him. He will take care of me, even if it means missing out himself. But I’m not planning to let that happen.

  He wraps his arms around me and kisses me gently. “I love you, baby.”

  I nod. “I know.”

  His hands stroke my back. “You’re so hot, Mac. I love everything about you.”

  “Even my big butt?”

  “Especially that.” He grins, kissing me on the head. “Mac?”

  “Yes?”

  “I really want to lick your pussy.”

  I laugh and say, “Sure thing, babe.”

  He gets up and throws me across his shoulder, which makes me laugh. His hand is on my butt, and he smacks it lightly. “I want you in a big bed with lots of space.”

  I’m quiet for a moment. “Your bed?”

  He stops. “My bed?”

  “Your room’s been left untouched.”

  “Fuck, Mac! My fantasy is finally going to come true! I’m going to fuck you in my childhood bed.”

  I smack his butt, and he laughs, taking the steps two at a time. He marches through the door and drops me on his bed. His fingers are on my shorts, which I’ve put on instead of my dress. He opens the zipper and takes them off, panties and all. His breath stops for a moment as he looks at me.

  “Baby…” I can hear so much emotion in his voice that I get all warm. He strokes my stomach, plants a kiss on my hips, then hangs his head for a moment. “You may think I’m a fourteen-year-old teenager, but I’m about to come again just from seeing your pussy.”

  “Oh, Hunter,” I moan, getting wetter still.

  “I want to stick my tongue inside you, my fingers. I want to taste you, baby! Fuck. You drive me crazy.”

  “Please,” I beg. “Please do.”

  “Just a moment, love. I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

  “You can’t.” I stroke his head, and he kisses my palm as it reaches his lips. “Everything you’re doing is perfect. And it turns me on so much.” His breath gently flies across my stomach. “Even your breath is making me wet.”

  “Are you wet for me?” he asks.

  “You have no idea how much I want you!”

  He positions himself between my legs and opens them wide. His shoulders hold me open, and he gently strokes me with his fingers. I tremble, every muscle in my body tensing upon his feather-light touch.

  “Hunter!” I can’t even recognize my own voice. I’ve never needed sex as much as I do at this moment. “Please, Hunter, please!”

  “Ah, baby, I love it when you beg.” He grins, licking his lips.

  “You’re so mean,” I breathe.

  He strokes me again. “You smell so good. I can’t wait to have you on my lips and tongue. Do you want this?”

  “Yes. Yes, Hunter, yes!”

  He smiles. “Like I could ever turn you down. You’re my life.” And his words, together with his heated look, make me arch off the bed, ready to come right there and then.

  “Hmmm, I like turning you on so much,” he mumbles, breathing against my vagina.

  I’m just about to howl with frustrated longing when he squeezes his mouth against my clit, sucking once, twice, three times, and everything inside me contracts, detonating in an enormous pressure wave. I feel like I’ve been turned inside out, and as unsexy as it is, I’m just hanging there like a wet bag.

  “Fuck, Mac! I love that you can come so fast. I love that you’re so turned on you don’t need any more than this. Fuck! Let’s see whether you can go again.”

  Two fingers push inside me, and he presses them against my front vaginal wall.

  “I don’t have a G—” I arch off the bed and scream. “Oh my God!”

  My hands find his head, and I squeeze him against me. While his fingertips massage my G-spot, he licks my clit again and again.

  “Hunter! Oh God! HUNTER!” I scream, as he sets to work very meticulously. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life. Inside me, an enormous pressure builds up. I gasp and moan, hardly able to breathe. “Hunter!” I call out again and again.

  My fingers claw into his scalp, and my legs squeeze his shoulders. With his free hand, he reaches up to massage my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, first one, then the other. I bite my lips, rolling my eyes, moving my head left and right. My torso arches off the bed, and my toes curl up. My muscles contract, and a powerful shudder runs through me. The muscles inside my belly contract, too, and everything culminates in a fireball originating inside me—right there, where Hunter is pushing his fingertips against me. There, where Hunter is doing magic with his tongue.

  “Come, baby,” he mumbles before he sucks my clit with lots of good pressure. He puts his fingers firmly against the spot while simultaneously pinching a nipple, intensifying my lust.

  And then I scream louder than I have ever screamed during sex before. He doesn’t let go, taking me through my orgasm, elongating it, making sure I’m surging from one wave to the next, extending my climax endlessly.

  When I come down again several long minutes later, I’m completely spent. Every muscle in my body is more relaxed than it has ever been before. It’s pure bliss.

  Hunter gets up and opens the drawer of his bedside table. He grabs a condom and looks at it.

  “What are you doing?” I ask sleepily.

  “I’m looking for the expiration date.”

  “They’re good for four years,” I say.

  “Hmmm. I’ll go get some from Carey’s room.” He bends down to me, planting a kiss on my lips, then one on my forehead. “I’ll be right back, beautiful.”

  I nod, waiting for his return. He brings back a handful of condoms.

  “Are you planning something?” I tease him.

  “You never know what records you’ll make me break, darling.” He lies down on top of me, lovingly kissing me, and looks into my eyes. “You make me so happy, Mac.”

  I stroke his cheek and kiss his kips. “You make me so happy, too.”

  “Really?”

  I nod. It’s the truth. He makes me happy. He opens the wrapper, puts on a condom, and carefully starts to go inside. My first thought: He’s so big! I can feel every inch of him pushing into me. Every single inch stretching me. When I feel I’ve been expanded completely, he goes deeper.

  “Oh God, Hunter,” I mumble. “You’re so big.”

  He laughs against my breasts. “What’s that? Stroking my male ego, are you?” He pushes deeper.

  I gasp and say, “You never need to worry about your ego.”

  He teasingly bites my nipple. “I thought we were calling it a cock.”

  “Oh, yeah,” I moan as he
starts moving back and forth.

  “Oh, yeah, good?” he teases.

  “Fuck, yeah!”

  He grins and kisses the tip of my nose. “Fuck yeah, my girl can swear.”

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders while he gently fucks me to get me accustomed to the feeling. When I start letting go, he ups his speed. His lips find mine, and I love that he’s kissing me while we’re making love.

  I see a thin film of sweat on his brow and wipe it off, feeling drops of sweat running down between my breasts. He kisses them away.

  “I love you so much, Mac,” he mumbles against my lips.

  “I love you, too,” I say without thinking.

  He pauses, then kisses me over and over. “You make me so happy, baby. So indescribably happy.”

  He thrusts into me a few more times before he says, “I’m so sorry. I’m going to come now. Sorry, baby.”

  And then he surges into the condom and gently relaxes on top of me, his head on my breasts, and I stroke his back. Completely. Happy.

  15

  Hunter

  I’m holding her in my arms, breathing in her scent. She sleeps like a baby, but after all those sleepless hours during BUD/S, I’m finding it hard to relax. It’s weird to think absolute horror and pure bliss can be so close together.

  If I’d known Mac would go to bed with me after SEALs training—to my bed—I would have started training three years ago. I know life as an elite soldier is not going to be easy, but the fact that Mac is mine, that we’re together, that we’re going to have a future together, is going to make it easier for me. Even when I’m overseas. I hope I’ll be stationed here in San Diego. But even if I’m not, she’ll definitely need an apartment for now. She can’t stay here with Dad anymore.

  I gently kiss her on the shoulder. I still can’t believe this. It all happened so suddenly. Half a day ago, I still thought she would never love me. And now… Now, she’s already told me she loves me, while lying in my arms. She made love to me. And gave me such a heavenly blow job I almost came the first second of it. I’m glad I managed to pull myself together. That would have been embarrassing.

  When I finally fall asleep, my senses are full of her. I love her. And the fact that she loves me too is the best thing that has ever happened to me.