by Susan Stoker
“Yup. I like Fletch. I want him to be my daddy,” Annie stated without missing a beat.
Emily froze in her seat and glanced over at Fletch. She wasn’t sure what she expected to see, shock, maybe a bit of terror, but the look on his face as he gazed at her daughter was an endearing mix of longing and tenderness mixed with humor at Annie’s straight talk. The thought of her daughter calling Fletch “daddy” didn’t strike fear into Emily’s heart as it had with other men she’d dated on and off over the years.
She cleared her throat and managed to croak out, “I like Fletch too,” she told Annie, ignoring the daddy thing for now.
“When I grow up, I’m going to be a soldier, just like Fletch and his friends. They’re gonna show me all I need to know today to be just like them, then I’m going to—”
For once in her life, Emily tuned out her daughter’s ramblings and stared at Fletch. He was beautiful. He was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, but he was so rocking them. All Emily could think of was ripping the shirt over his head and putting her hands on his chest for the first time. She’d wanted to check out his tattoos for a while, but hadn’t really had the opportunity. She hoped that today she’d get that chance.
His feet were bare, and the raised eyebrow he cocked her way when he saw her looking at his feet seemed to say, “Why put on shoes when we’re going to be in bed the second Annie leaves?”
“What do you want for breakfast, Em?” Fletch asked, sounding completely normal, which was annoying since she was all jittery and excited.
“I had cereal,” Annie piped in. “Fletch said that I probably shouldn’t eat too much so I could save room for all the crap I’m gonna eat at the carnival today.”
“Smart. But remember, baby, if you’re going to go and run an obstacle course, if you eat too much junk beforehand you’ll probably barf it up,” Emily told the little girl honestly.
Annie seemed to think about that for a moment, then told her mom seriously, “Yeah, but if I puke it up, that’ll mean I worked really hard. I’ve seen some cartoons where soldiers do that.”
Emily only laughed and shook her head. Annie could out-talk her mom more and more, but she didn’t mind. “True, but it’s still gross.”
“Yeah…”
Emily looked up at Fletch and saw the grin on his face as he looked affectionately at Annie. The thought that he cared as much for her daughter as she did, did funny things to her insides. He seemed to be the total package, even with his flaws…which honestly didn’t seem too bad when compared with all the good things. Yes, he was a neat freak, he was bossy, and he wanted to always get his way. He didn’t ask her what she thought about a lot of things, just did whatever he thought was the right thing. But he also never seemed to tire of listening to Annie talk, and he’d spent hours reading to her. Gorgeous, loyal and, hopefully, a master in bed. She’d find out soon enough. Yeah, she’d take him as he was.
“I think cereal for me too, please,” Emily told Fletch.
His eyes came back to hers. “Are you sure? You might need something to keep your energy up today.”
Lord love a duck, he was lethal.
Emily ate her cereal and watched Annie as she pulled out her precious Army men, still in their packages, and acted out a whole awkward war scene with them. Fletch stood next to Emily with his hand on her lower back. He caressed and rubbed her the entire time Annie babbled at them. If Fletch’s touch over her shirt made goosebumps pop out all over her legs, Emily knew she was in for one hell of a day when her daughter left.
Finally, Annie heard a truck pull up outside the house. Fletch looked up at the security camera monitor and acknowledged that it was indeed Annie’s dates for the day. He nodded at her, giving her permission to open the front door, and the little girl raced away. Fletch took the opportunity of being alone with Emily to lean down and suck on her earlobe for a moment.
Emily groaned and tilted her head to the side, giving him more room.
“Hold that thought, Em. Five more minutes and you’re mine.”
Emily didn’t know how her legs held her, but she managed to get off the stool and make her way outside. She greeted Fletch’s teammates as if she wasn’t thinking about tearing her clothes off and attacking their friend. She hugged Annie tightly.
“Be good today, baby.”
“I will.”
“I love you. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Have fun on date number two with Fletch,” Annie sang out innocently before hugging Fletch quickly, then climbing up into the backseat of the truck.
“Yeah, have fun on your date,” Truck teased.
Emily blushed, but didn’t say anything, simply waved at Annie again as Beatle got into the driver’s side and Blade climbed into the front seat. Truck settled himself into the back with Annie, and Emily waved at the truck until it turned out of Fletch’s driveway and disappeared.
Emily felt Fletch’s arms go around her from behind and his lips brushed her ear. “Two, huh?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Hmmmm, I want to hear it, but at the moment I’ve got other things on my mind. I’m trying really hard to be good. I’m so hard, I hurt. I want to do a million things to you at once, but don’t know where to start.”
She turned in his arms. “How about a kiss? I’ve been dying to feel your lips on mine since the last time on your front porch.”
She didn’t need to ask twice. Fletch’s mouth came down on hers and they kissed as if it was their first time…and their last. By the time Fletch pulled back, they were both breathing hard.
“Wow.”
Fletch didn’t say a word, simply leaned down and picked Emily up. She threw her arms around his neck and held on as he started for the house.
“This feels familiar,” Emily told him seriously.
“I carried you this way from your apartment when you were sick.”
“Huh, I didn’t remember it until just now.”
“I’m not surprised; you were out of it.”
“I just…” Emily paused, then continued. “It feels nice. I’m sorry I forgot it. No one’s ever carried me like this before.”
Fletch put her down on her feet just inside the door, keeping his hand on her back as he leaned over and punched in the alarm code. When he was done, he turned to her. “I like carrying you. Shirt. Off.”
“What?” The change in topic was abrupt and Emily wasn’t ready for it.
“Take your shirt off.”
“But—”
Fletch was obviously done asking because he reached for the first button and undid it. Then the second. And the third. Emily smiled. Okay then. She helped and started from the bottom, working her way up until their hands met.
Fletch didn’t take his eyes away from her chest as he parted the shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. Emily shrugged, letting it drop to the floor, and waited for Fletch to say something.
He didn’t. He reached for the button to her jeans, and undid that as well. Emily wriggled her hips and helped him get them off. She kicked them to the side and waited for whatever Fletch was going to do next.
She’d obviously chosen the right underthings, because his breathing visibly sped up and she watched as his pupils dilated so much she could barely see the blue of his eyes. His hands came up and he lightly skimmed her breasts with his palms. Emily could feel the warmth of his hands against her sensitive peaks. Her nipples swelled in their cups as if reaching for him.
“You are so fucking beautiful, I’m almost afraid to touch you,” Fletch whispered.
“I’m small.”
“You’re perfect.” Fletch didn’t waste any more time with words, he leaned down and kissed the peak of each breast with a chaste kiss. Emily thought her legs would give out when he plumped both breasts with his hands and buried his face into her cleavage and inhaled.
Lifting his head, he declared, “You smell delicious.”
“It’s my lotion.”
“It is,” Fletch agreed, “but it
’s also you.”
Emily reached behind her for the hook to her bra, ready to get the show on the road, but Fletch stopped her.
“No, that’s my job. And if we don’t get to my bed now, we might not make it there.”
“I’m okay with that.”
“Nope, I’ve wanted to see you in my bed again ever since that first night. Come on,” Fletch leaned down and picked her up again and Emily shrieked in laughter. She wound her arms around him as he walked them to his room, leaning in and sucking on his earlobe as they went.
Emily had never thought of herself as sexy, but being held in Fletch’s arms as he carried her to his bed, and feeling him shudder as she caressed and teased his earlobe, was heady stuff. She was slick and more than ready for him.
The mattress bounced as Fletch dropped her onto it. Emily laughed as Fletch stripped off his clothes. He didn’t break eye contact with her as he undid and dropped his jeans and boxers. His shirt came off just as quickly and the next thing she knew, he was crouched over her before she could get a good look at him.
“Here’s the thing—I can’t go slow.” Emily felt his hand caress her side, then move to her belly as he spoke. “I feel like I’ve waited forever for you. For this moment.”
Her back arched as his fingers dipped under the waistband of her undies and brushed against the hair there.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” Emily moaned, wrapping her arms around Fletch’s neck as his fingers continued to flex and tease, but never touch her where she needed him most.
“Are you sure? Because I’d sooner face a hundred Taliban soldiers with no weapon than hurt you.”
“I’m sure. Touch me and I’ll prove it.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before his fingers were there. They slid between her wet folds as confidently as if he’d been doing it every day of his life.
“Lord, Em. You’re soaked.”
“Told you.”
“All for me.” It wasn’t a question.
Emily answered him anyway. “Yes.” She bucked her hips up when one of his fingertips entered her hot cavern. The action pushed his finger deeper and they both groaned at the sensation.
“It’s been months for me,” Fletch told her, easing another finger inside. “I’ve been busy with work and interested in a hot neighbor. After I met her, I had no desire to be with anyone else.”
Emily groaned in ecstasy. He felt great. Awesome—but she needed more. Her panties were restricting his movements, and she wanted him as out of control as she currently felt. She sat up, pushing him back, and dislodging his fingers in the process.
Talking as she pushed her panties down her hips and off, she told him, “I’m on the pill. I have heavy periods and horrible cramps if I’m not on it. But that being said, I also haven’t slept with anyone in at least two years. I’ve been too busy myself, and honestly, as much as I love my daughter, she’s not conducive to having any kind of sex life. After today, we’ll have to get creative. I’m not an exhibitionist, but I swear if we have to sneak out back while she’s watching GI Joe, I’ll do it.”
Emily reached to undo her bra, and once again Fletch stopped her.
“Leave it. Lie back.”
Emily did as he asked and looked up into his eyes. He was once again crouched over her, and his hand went back between her legs and was caressing her harder now that he had more room to work, spreading her wetness up to her clit, making her squirm under him.
“I’m clean, Em. I wouldn’t hurt you in that way.”
“Me too.”
“I have a condom. I’ll use it if you want.”
“You swear you’re clean? I can imagine you’ve been with lots of women.”
“I swear on the life of my teammates, I don’t have anything. And I can’t remember any of the women I’ve been with before now. Ever since a certain woman and her little girl crashed into my life, my only thoughts have been for them.” He smiled down at her, all the while lazily caressing her, stretching out her enjoyment.
“Fuck me, Cormac. I need you.”
It was as if her words loosened the restraint he’d been holding on to. He shifted, pushing her legs farther apart and easing the tip of himself into her. He stopped, holding himself still as Emily writhed under him. She dug her nails into his sides, trying to pull him into her.
“What are you waiting for?” she panted, looking at him in confusion.
“I’m memorizing this moment. The first moment you took me inside.” Steadying himself on one hand, he used the other to pull the cups of her bra down under her tits, pushing them up. The cool air hitting her nipples caused them to pucker tighter. He lightly flicked the right one, then the left, smiling at her groan and how her back arched.
“Can you memorize faster?” Emily whined, “I thought you said you couldn’t go slow?”
“Once I get all the way inside you, I won’t.”
Emily was done. She used her inner muscles to squeeze the tip of Fletch’s cock as hard as she could. Her movements actually pushed him out, but he immediately pressed back in, gaining the ground he’d lost and then some.
“Jesus, you have no idea how fucking amazing this feels. How you feel,” Fletch gritted out between clenched teeth. “I wish this moment would never end, but it’s gonna end way too quickly, I’m afraid.”
“Then we’ll just have to do it again; we’ve got all day,” Emily told him, using her fingertips to caress his nipples, which were quickly turning into hard points with the attention she was giving them.
“Oh yeah, fuck, I like that.”
Emily pinched them, grunting in satisfaction as he buried his cock deep into her body. It stung a bit, as it had been a while, but the slight discomfort disappeared quickly as she adjusted to his size. She shifted under him, widening her legs and hitching her knees up his body, allowing him to push in even farther. Emily felt his balls, hot and heavy against her ass, and she arched her back, baring her neck to him.
Without opening her eyes, she urged, “Fuck me, Fletch. Make me yours.”
“You are mine, Em,” Fletch groaned.
He pulled back and his first thrust made Emily moan as he bottomed out. After that, there was no stopping the train they were on. They were going full steam ahead and nothing was going to stop them until they were finished.
Fletch was a considerate lover, caressing and squeezing her tits as he rode her hard. He watched her face and adjusted his thrusts to make sure he hit her clit as much as possible.
“I’m not going to last much longer, you feel too fucking perfect,” Fletch bit out, holding himself still for a moment.
Emily swore she could feel him pulsing inside her. She felt raw and almost bruised, but also tingly at the same time.
He moved his thumb down to where they were joined and stroked her clit once. Emily jerked in his grasp and he started thrusting into her again. “Yeah, that’s it, Em. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Emily shifted, frustrated that Fletch wasn’t putting quite enough pressure on her clit for her to orgasm. She brushed his hand aside and took over. She could feel the orgasm just out of reach and she’d be damned if she wasn’t getting there with him this first time.
“Oh yeah, that’s so sexy. Show me how you like it. Hard and fast, huh? God, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. That’s it…take yourself there. Let me feel it. Don’t wait for me, Em.”
Emily could barely understand what Fletch was saying. She was lost in sensation. She masturbated on a regular basis…had touched herself just like this while imagining him doing just what he was doing now…but this was so much better. And it was way better to have a real live cock inside her rather than a plastic one. Fletch was warm and hard, and his hands holding her still as he thrust into her were only increasing her pleasure.
“Harder, Fletch. Harder!”
Amazingly, he did as she demanded. She felt his hipbones slamming into her thighs as he pumped. She closed her eyes but opened them at his
harsh words.
“Look at me, Em. I want you to look at me the first time you come with me.”
Emily looked down at where they were joined. Her middle and index fingers were frantically rubbing against her bundle of nerves and she could see his cock sliding in and out, shining with her juices.
Her eyes bounced up to his at the exact moment she felt herself going over the edge. She groaned and barely managed to keep them open as it hit her. She twitched in his grasp and clenched around him as her muscles spasmed with her orgasm. Emily’s free hand grabbed onto one of his biceps and she hunched up toward him as la petite mort continued to move through her body.
It was one of the most intimate things she’d ever done with anyone in her life. It. Was. Amazing.
And it wasn’t even over.
“So fucking beautiful, Em. I actually felt you melt all over my cock.” Fletch’s thrusts continued to be hard against her, but she could tell a difference. He glided in and out of her easier now, her orgasm easing his way even more than before.
“I’m coming, I’m going to coat you with my come. You’re mine now, Em. Mine. I’m marking you, inside and out.”
Fletch groaned and held himself deep inside her as he came.
Smiling, thinking he was done, Emily relaxed.
She jerked in surprise when Fletch pulled out of her body abruptly and held himself over her belly. He squeezed out one more stream of come and she sighed at the carnality of the move. Fletch kept hold of his cock and fit himself to her folds and managed to push back inside her, even with his softening body working against him. He lay down on her, not caring about the mess he’d made on her belly.
Emily sighed in contentment and wrapped both arms around Fletch. They lay like that for several moments, breathing in synch, enjoying the aftermath of monster orgasms.
Finally Fletch pushed up on his elbows and grinned affectionately at her. “On a scale of one to ten, that was definitely a twelve.”
Emily smiled up at him. “I was going to say a fifteen.”
“I can go with that. Thank you, Em.”
“For what?”