“Woo,” I said, standing back up. “That’s fucking cold.”
He chuckled and said, “That’s why I changed into my jeans before coming out here. It really cools down at night.” With that, he moved to the spot I’d just vacated, then gestured for me to take his previous seat.
I did, then pulled my knees up to my chest and tucked them underneath the sweatshirt.
“I see you’re still wearing my sweatshirt,” he commented, his voice hypnotizing.
I licked my lips and contemplated how to answer him.
“I… it smelled good. And it was comforting after watching both of those scary movies,” I admitted.
He didn’t say anything for a really long time. So long that I started to feel jittery.
“I…”
Before I could even finish my thought, he was on me.
His mouth was on mine, and I was suddenly in his lap, my mouth on his.
I wasn’t sure who really made the first move. Him or me.
But I didn’t second-guess myself. I just went with it, because there was nothing more in the world that I wanted to do right now but kiss the man that I couldn’t stop thinking about.
His thighs felt like rock hard slabs of cement underneath my fleshy ass, and I shifted on him so that I could get more comfortable. Which also put me into very close contact with his cock.
He growled into my mouth when I wiggled, rubbing my butt along it.
“Going too fast. Slow,” he ordered, stilling my hips.
I didn’t want to go slow. In fact, I wanted to speed right into stripping down to nothing, ordering him to do the same, and jumping on his cock.
I obviously conveyed that wordlessly because he crooned at me.
“I know,” he muttered. “But fuck, I’ve been wanting that sweet ass for a while now. It’s the best kind of torture, waiting on you.”
I was already opening my mouth to disagree with him when he said what he said next.
“I know you’re ready.” He pressed his lips to mine. “But I want to make sure that you’re seeing me when I’m with you, and not…”
I shut him up with my hand over his mouth.
“It’s not been Theo that I’ve been thinking about this last week,” I told him bluntly. “When I touch my head, I think about that cute Anna hat you gave me. When I touch my hand, I thought about how you held it while you were getting a tattoo. When I use my vibrator, it’s definitely been your cock that’s inside me. Not some piece of plastic. Not some other man’s. Yours.”
His growl reverberated against my chest.
Then, without another word, I was up and moving toward the door.
He had his hands on my ass, and he was carrying me as if I weighed nothing more than a feather.
I gasped at the sudden movement, my arms going around his neck and my legs hooking around his hips.
He snatched the handle of the door up with a quick move that only had his hand off my ass for a half a second, then we were inside.
I could see a small light coming from the direction of his bedroom, and he followed the illumination taking long, fast steps.
“Shit,” he said when his foot slammed into something solid.
He stopped, cursed, then tightened his hand on my ass.
“Put me down,” I ordered.
He ignored me and hobbled toward the light, the area getting brighter and brighter until he was standing in his bedroom.
The light was from the closet, and it was bright enough for me to see the burning desire in his eyes as he laid me down onto the bed.
He followed me down, his hands clenching into fists and pushing into the bed on either side of my head.
I wiggled, unable to help myself, and felt him as well as saw him chuckle.
“Not rushing this,” he growled. “I’m taking my sweet time.”
Sweet time? That wasn’t something that I needed. I needed his cock inside me. I needed to come. I needed to watch him come. All in that order.
What I did not need was him teasing…
He trailed his mouth down my collarbone, pulling the sweatshirt down out of the way in order to do so.
My breath hitched.
“So impatient,” he murmured, moving lower and lower down the length of my body.
When his mouth came to where my belly button would be, he paused, then slowly lifted the material of his sweatshirt until my belly was exposed.
He went absolutely still at the sight.
“That’s sexy as fuck,” he said. “Why that?”
I looked down the length of my body.
“A lot of people I care about are officers,” I said.
The tattoo under his close scrutiny was a black heart with a blue solid line through it. A thin blue line representing my love for the officers in my life, and even those all over the world.
“You didn’t tell me you had this tattoo when I got mine,” he said.
I hadn’t.
Honestly, I wanted him to find it on his own. I wanted him to see it and think, holy shit, we’re meant to be.
His tattoo was a black star in the spot that I’d cleared of hair during my show and tell with Theo at my apartment. And bisecting the star was a thin blue line almost identical to the one that I’d gotten.
“I didn’t.” I paused. “I kind of wanted you to find it yourself,” I admitted. “And I thought it was kind of funny since you jokingly went to a tattoo artist and got a tattoo as your ‘I have something to do in San Antonio.’”
He moved forward and pressed his lips to my tattoo. Then moved farther down.
“I wanted to go with you,” he admitted. “I wanted an excuse. It worked, didn’t it?”
It had.
“Yep,” I gasped, loving how his lips were now trailing over the length of the band on my underwear.
I was so fucking happy that I’d decided to wear my boy shorts underwear to bed.
I’d even gone as far as to change into them once I’d gotten home from his place.
“I’ve dreamed about what you’d taste like,” he murmured, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on my lower belly. “If you’d taste sweet like cotton candy. Or like a tart apple, so juicy and…”
I practically lifted myself off the bed to place my mons against him.
“You’re wicked,” I found myself saying. “So. Wicked.”
There was no other way to describe it.
He made slow, sweet love to my mouth first, coming back up to me just long enough to claim a kiss. He followed that kiss up with a bite of my nipple through the fabric of his sweatshirt.
I bit my lip when he finally made it to the apex of my thighs, skimming his mouth over the lips of my sex through the boy shorts.
He pulled my underwear to the side then began to feast on me. “Do you think,” he said. “That I’ll be able to stop?”
Stop? Why would he stop?
“What?” I asked. “Why?”
He chuckled. “Because I want to fuck you, too. Not just eat you.”
I had zero complaints in that department. In fact, if he wanted to spend the rest of his life between my legs, I’d be a very willing participant.
His mouth trailed down the length of my thighs, up and down. Soft and smooth.
Then he began to slide my panties down the length of my thighs, taking his sweet time and torturing me as he did it.
When they finally slipped free of my feet, he fisted my panties in his hand, then moved his shoulders between my thighs, spreading them so wide that I felt the lips of my sex part.
His eyes took me in, moving all over, making me squirm.
He moved down then, his mouth slowly descending, nothing in his way this time.
And oh my gosh. He really was good at the torture thing.
“Did they teach you torture tactics in the military?” I asked. “Because if this is how good you are at this, I can only imagine how it would be for someone you don’t l
ike.”
He chuckled darkly, then took a long swipe of my pussy.
My thighs accidentally clenched his head, causing that dark chuckle to sweep over my clit.
“I don’t torture just anybody with this,” he teased. “You get the special treatment.”
I moaned when he took another swipe, this time licking my clit.
“You taste so sweet.” He blew on my clit. “Knew it’d be like cotton candy.”
I closed my eyes and tried hard not to come too fast, but it was useless. I was hot for the man. He could be looking at me fully clothed and in a room full of people, and I’d be more than ready.
With him between my thighs and licking my clit? Yeah, there was no point in holding back.
“Gonna come,” I whispered breathlessly. “Your tongue is a… is a…”
He sucked my clit into his mouth just as he sank two fingers into me, and I was lost.
My back bowed off the bed, and my head turned.
I bit down on the pillow that was beside my face, gritting my teeth hard as I tried not to blow both of our eardrums out.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you come,” he rumbled, giving my pussy luxurious laps.
I didn’t know about that. I’d never seen myself come. But I had seen myself crying, and I wasn’t a pretty crier. And shit, but the man had me on the verge of tears.
“I haven’t had an orgasm like that ever,” I informed him. “I… Dax… I’m not very experienced with the art of sex, but what you just gave me was something that I could’ve never imagined was possible.”
His eyes were intense as he slowly stood and started to unbuckle his belt.
The next thing to open were his pants.
He pushed both his jeans and his underwear down, leaving him completely nude.
When I went to take the sweatshirt he’d given me off, he grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Leave it on, but pull it up so I can see your tits.”
Eyes locked on his, he finally let go of my hand, and I brought it up to do exactly what he asked of me.
“Good.” His eyes dipped down, taking in my breasts. My turgid nipples were straining to be in his mouth.
His hand came up and he circled one pebbled nipple with a single finger, watching my eyes as he did.
My mouth parted, and he grinned.
“I have two condoms,” he said. “They’re in my truck, though.”
I blinked.
“Your truck?” I asked. “Why not in your wallet?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t think it was very safe to leave them in my wallet.”
That was true. I’d always wondered much the same.
“Hold that thought, baby,” he said as he got up. “I’m going to…”
I was shaking my head and clenching onto his fist so he wouldn’t leave.
“I’m on birth control,” I told him. “The shot. I’m protected from a baby. I had my yearly exam and blood ran a few weeks ago. I’m… clean.”
His eyes stayed on mine, and I couldn’t help myself.
I had to look down his body to see. And there it was. Thick and proud, so fucking hard that it was sticking out straight in front of him.
I itched to reach out and wrap my hand around it.
I had little doubt that I couldn’t even close my fingers around him.
I bit my lip, worried now.
My last sexual encounter had been at seventeen in a car. I mean, I had vibrators throughout my life, but Jesus, they weren’t anywhere near as big as Dax’s cock was.
“I’m clean,” he said. “I don’t ever do anything without a condom, and even then I just got checked out because the department demanded we do yearly physicals for insurance purposes.”
I spread my thighs wide, and he took it as the invitation that it was.
Putting one knee on the bed, he bent down, his hands planted on either side of my head.
Slowly he lowered himself over my body, his cock resting heavily on my belly now.
“Has anybody ever told you that you have a massive cock?” I blurted out, looking down the length of my body at the big beast.
“No,” he said. “But I’ve seen myself compared to other guys. I’m aware that it’s big.”
I’m aware that it’s big.
That was a crock of shit.
He had to know he was on the larger side of massive.
But, now that I thought about it, it was no surprise. The man was built like Thor. There’s no way a man of his size would be packing a baby pecker.
“It’s big,” I told him. “And I haven’t had sex in a while…”
“How long is a while?” he wondered.
Should I tell him?
Mentally shrugging, I said, “Since I was seventeen.”
His eyes widened at that.
“Seventeen?” he retorted, his voice dark, possessive, and incredulous.
I shrugged. “I wasn’t all that impressed with it. And the last couple of years, school has been my entire life. I haven’t had time to do anything more than study, go to school, and sometimes eat.”
He lifted one hand from the bed and brought it up the length of my thigh. When he got to my hip he pulled up, urging me to my belly.
I rolled, going onto my hands and knees.
His growl of desire made me spread my legs wider, pushing my backside against him.
I felt him position himself at my entrance, and closed my eyes and breathed out, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt me.
He notched the head at my entrance, then slowly started to push inside.
“Shit, you’re tight,” he murmured. “Your pussy is hugging my tip so tightly that I almost don’t want to push inside of you anymore.”
I snorted and looked at him over my shoulder.
“You better stick that monster all the way inside of me or I’m going to make you,” I ordered.
His eyes went from where we were partially connected to my face.
“How will you do that?” he asked.
I pushed back onto him, taking another inch inside of my body, and nearly laughed when I saw his eyes close and a look of rapture steal over him.
“Shit, baby,” he growled. “Shit.”
I pulled away, stopping when my entrance was just kissing his cock, then pushed backward.
He squeezed my hips, this time being the one to push me away before pulling back.
We did this quite a few times, not stopping until he was fully inside.
I was panting and seeing double, sure, but having his cock inside me stretching me to capacity? I’d take the bad just so I could have his good.
“Sweet Jesus,” he rumbled. “Why do you feel so fucking tight?”
Why did I feel so tight? Because it’d been a really long time, and ol’ pencil dick Martin, who I’d slept with, hadn’t been big enough to stretch me open.
I had crayons bigger than his cock.
Hell, even my vibrators that were only supposed to be discreet and pocket-sized were bigger than my first and only sexual encounter was.
“Because I don’t sleep around, and the vibrators I use are those little bullet ones that get pressed inside of you. But they’re small. About the size of a double-A battery.”
His hands loosened on my hips as I spoke, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, side to side.
I bit my lip, but the moan still sounded in my throat.
“Why aren’t you moving?” I rasped.
He squeezed my hips. “Patience. I’m enjoying my torture.”
I snickered, dropping down onto my elbows and then farther so that my face was plastered into the mattress.
The new position made him slip even deeper, as well as hit a spot inside of me that felt like the next becoming.
“Oh, God,” he growled. “Forget me torturing you. You’re the one doing it to me.”
There wasn’t much talking after that.
Instead, he put his talented
cock to work and started fucking me. Slowly and surely.
At one point he reached down and touched his cock with two fingers, swiping the juices off of his shaft.
“Sweet,” he murmured.
I closed my eyes and felt his cock twitch.
He liked the taste of me.
“I can’t do it anymore,” he murmured, his hands moving from my hips to my ribcage. “Hold on.”
I didn’t know what he meant.
Not until he pulled back and thrust forward so hard that I moved six inches up the bed.
“God.”
I loved hearing his voice rough. Loved it even more that I was the cause of that voice.
He thrust again. And again. And again.
The sound of our flesh slapping together only served to get me hotter and send me higher.
Until everything just… stopped.
One second I was reveling in his thrusts, and the next he was pulling out, flipping me over with such a suddenness that I squawked, and then ramming back home.
This time so that he could see my face.
The intense emotions I saw there were nothing less than beautiful.
“I was close,” he said. “But I want you to go first.”
He ground his pelvis into me, causing my clit to jerk in reaction.
The squeeze of my vagina around his cock let him know that I liked it, so he did it again.
His grin was wicked when he pulled back and shoved forward.
My mouth parted, and I could feel the orgasm getting closer and closer.
And then he closed his eyes.
Losing that connection of his intense gaze, I closed mine, too, concentrating on what was going on between my thighs and how good he was making me feel.
Then it happened.
The feeling was at the pinnacle, teetering over the edge.
Then I felt his fingers pinch down hard on one of my nipples.
And I lost it.
I soared so high and fast that I didn’t know what to do but hold on for the ride.
I heard him grunt at the way I pulsed around him, and then I felt him jerk inside of me.
Seconds later his thrusts stilled, and I reluctantly opened my eyes to see his still closed.
“God,” he muttered, eyes finally opening. “What you do to me.”
I lifted my hand and placed it over his heart.
It was beating so hard and fast that I knew he was tired.
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