Man Of Few Words (9 page)

The early night had darkened the January sky, bringing a thick fog to the beach. Through the heavy mist, he found her house and took the front steps to the bright red door. He knocked when the bell didn’t ring.

“Did you forget your list, Suzy?” Kirsten yanked open the door.

“It’s me.”

“Oh, perfect.”

Without any other words, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her. “We don’t have much time.” She dragged him by his hand behind her through the great room and through a doorway, which she told him to close.

“Time for what.”

“Apology sex. It’s easier and more enjoyable. Strip.”

Shock stopped him, but he regained use of his muscles and closed the door. “Who’s apologizing to whom?”

“Me to you. You to me. Who cares? Let’s forget you walked out of my house without giving me your number again, and go straight to sex. We’re best with each other like that.” She pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in slim black exercise pants. The black bra she wore contrasted with her skin, pale and inviting.

His mind ordered him to talk to her, but his cock won the argument. Intimacy could solve a lot of problems. He took off his own shirt and used his toes to pry his shoes from his heels. “Not what I expected, but I can follow orders.”

“Good. Come here.” She backed toward her bed.

He did as she said and took her by the waist. “I’m—”

She placed her lips over his and whispered against his mouth. “Shh. No words. Actions speak louder.”

Instinct and desire took over as she wrapped a leg around his. Her tongue probed into his mouth, and he answered with the same urgency. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, and the satin of her bra teased his skin. He liked the sleekness, but he wanted to feel her nipples harden as he kissed her. He slid his hands up her back and unhooked the clasp.

She broke the kiss and shrugged her shoulders, allowing the straps of the bra to shimmy down her arms.

He finished the job with a pull on the cups and tossed the bra behind him. The rosy tips that jutted out called to him, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. His hands ached to touch more of her. With a pop as he pulled off her nipple, he lowered her to the bed. As soon as her back hit the coverlet, he dove for her breast again, massaging one with his hand as he nibbled at her hardened pink bud. The need for her surprised him. His balls tightened, and his erection throbbed against his pants. Her hips rose beneath him, but he didn’t take the hint. If he was saying sorry with sex, he’d take a long time to say it. No quick apology for him. She’d spurred him on last night just to get right to the action, and he had a feeling that it was her way of keeping distant from him. He’d not allow it this evening.

“Pants. Off,” she breathed while she stretched her arms above her head.

He pulled away from the nipple that he’d teased to a hardened peak. With a grin, he said, “You’re impatient
and
talking too much.”

“My roommate won’t be gone long.” She lifted onto her elbows. “Pants. Yours. Mine. On the floor.”

He willingly misunderstood her. “Sex on the floor? Love that idea.” He slid his arms underneath her and lifted. She squirmed, but he held on tight until he lowered her to an area rug.

“I didn’t mean—”

He crushed his mouth to hers as he added his full weight atop her body. Muscle by muscle, her resistance relaxed as he tasted her mouth and the tender flesh beneath her ears. He let his lips linger at the base of her throat. He slipped to the side of her so that he could have her breast in his mouth again. She stretched her arms above her head with an arch in her back.

He drew a circle around her nipple with his hand and followed that imaginary line with his tongue. Her flesh prickled beneath his fingers as he trailed them along her belly. As he dipped his fingers beneath her waistband, she wiggled her hips in response. He couldn’t resist the call of that wiggle. His full cock strained against his pants, begging to come out to play and feel the tight wetness of her pussy. When she thrust her hips upward, he tugged the pants off her hips. He got a surprise, and his heart pounded.

Neatly trimmed, dark blond curls greeted him. The dew of her need formed beads on the tips of those hairs. He drew a finger through the creamy wetness. “You’re not wearing anything under these pants.”

She laughed, a deep throaty one that made his cock harden more. “Nope.”

“Is this normal?” He could get used to having immediate access, especially if she were wearing a skirt. Lift, lick, plunge. His shaft hardened more. Somewhere in his brain, he filed that as something they had to do again—sex fully clothed. Those were some spectacular fucks in his car.

“I’ll tell you later. I want you in me.”

“So hasty. We’ll get to that part.” He needed to teach her that slow caused great orgasms. “First…” He dipped two fingers between her pussy lips to feel her juices coat them. As he rubbed her clit, her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open. Bringing her ecstasy had blood rushing to his cock. So easily, he could slip between her legs and guide himself into her tight pussy. He held back and adjusted the hard rod straining against his jeans.

He spread a hand over her thigh, delighting in the heat of her skin and the solid muscle contracting beneath his fingers. She bent her leg, and he took the invitation. Lowering his head, he licked at the dark pink flesh between the blonde curls. As she opened further, he dipped his tongue lower, pushing into her pussy. She tasted sweet, salty, and delicious tremors traveled down his spine, his cock thickening more.

She moaned with each flick of his tongue as he teased at her clit. He pushed her other thigh so that it was over his shoulder. Her pussy opened to him, and he sucked her clit into his mouth.

She gave a muffled scream. “Oh my god, more. More of that.”

He sucked her clit harder and pushed two fingers inside her tight opening. She panted with each pulsation. He added a third finger and felt the muscles of her pussy clench around them. He tugged on her clit with his teeth and licked at it. Her moans grew in intensity. She couldn’t be worrying about her roommate hearing her now.

His cock begged him for release, so he pressed his face between her legs and quickened the pace of his tongue. His fingers matched his rhythm to her breathing. Her hand grabbed the back of his head and spurred him on.

She screamed, “Yes.” And tried to pull on his hair.

He laughed in between licks to her pussy. “You can’t use hair I don’t have.”

“Duff, please, please.” She shuddered.

After gathering her juices on his fingers, he pushed one into her puckered hole. His teeth took her clit, and she cried out again. The friction of his cock against his jeans and her screams had him teetering on the edge of ecstasy, but he tightened his abs and kept his focus on her. “One more scream, and you can have me.”

“Keep doing that and you won’t wait long.” Her hips pushed his finger further inside her ass.

He added another finger wet from her juices into her ass. Her tight muscles and legs squeezed around his digits. When she plunged toward him, the thumb he’d left at the edge of her pussy felt the pull of her need. He thrust his tongue into her dripping wet pussy. His balls ached, and his dick cried to be inside her center. He pushed with fingers and tongue. Her body stilled. A slow, halting, “aaaaah” filled the room as she orgasmed, the walls of her wet center pulsing around his fingers.

“I need you in my so badly. Please, Duff. Fuck me. Please.”

With one last nip at her clit, he sat up, her ankles still on his shoulders. Her eyes were closed, and she panted with her bottom lip pressed between her teeth. A pink flush spread from her cheeks over her breasts. When he touched her nipples, she shuddered. He smiled at the picture of bliss before him. “I think I want to do some more of that to you. You’re beautiful like this.”

She slid her legs off his shoulders and down his arms. “Thank you, but shut up and fuck me.” She sat up to unbutton his jeans. When his cock popped out, she ran a finger over it and spread the bead of pre-cum around the head. It was his turn to shudder as she toyed with his weeping slit. “I see your big guy is more than ready. I was even willing to give it some help.”

“I’ll take you up on that later. Right now, I’m deciding between rolling you over or going for boring missionary.”

“I might go blind if I come any more.” She rolled over to her stomach in the self-satisfied way of a cat. She stretched her arms in front of her and pushed her hips backward, the glistening lips of her pussy on display. His cock wanted to glide into her wet center. She wiggled her ass while shooting a heavy-lidded look back at him. When she licked her lips, his dick bobbed.
That’s fucking beautiful.
How the hell did I let a woman so amazing get away? Not again.
He shuffled across the rug, not bothering to push his pants all the way off. He pulled a condom out of his wallet and slipped it on without ceremony.

He spread his hands over her hips, her back arching under his touch. In one motion, he rammed into her pussy. All pretense at slowly or gently dissolved at the sight of her ass up in the air. His moan filled the room. He pulsated inside her with small thrusts, savoring the clenching walls of her pussy along every inch of his shaft. As tiny shocks of euphoria spread from his cock to his chest, he lengthened the time between his plunges into her tight pussy. He wanted the jolts of pleasure to last so he kept his pace slow, easy.

She reached one arm behind her and flailed it, trying to grab for something or swat him away.

“What are you doing?” he grunted out between thrusts.

“Trying to grab your leg to make you go faster. I want you deeper.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

“Guess I just want some control.”

He smirked as an idea popped into his head. “Give me that arm.” When she did, he held it and reached his other arm around her chest, pulling her up so that her back was arched. She shifted her hips a slight amount, and he felt his cock go deeper inside her. He held his breath as the waves of ecstasy shot through his hips.

Using the muscles of his thighs, he rocked her forward while holding one hand on her breast. He tightened his grip over her hardened nipple with every upward thrust. Her fingers dug into his ass on one side and his upper arm on the other. She urged him on, pulling him forward. His balls spasmed, desperate for release as Kirsten moaned and panted.

“Did you put on a condom?” He heard panic in her voice.

Without stopping the motion that was bringing his release closer, he answered her. “Yes, I did. I promise.” He liked the sheath covering him, because it allowed him to last longer with her. Yet, he looked forward to the day that he could slide into her wet pussy, her juices dripping along his cock. Thinking of it sent stronger shocks through his cock and balls. Pure rapture was a moment, a thrust or two away.

“Good. Don’t stop, then. This is amazing.” She flung her head back and held on tighter.

The pain of her nails in his flesh mixed with the growing tension in his balls and something broke inside him. Bliss rushed through his veins and muscles. As the joy traveled upward from his hips, his vision went blank, and he gave into the waves that filled his chest with euphoria. His body shuddered, and hot cum spurted from his cock and coated the inside of the condom. He pulsed a few more times as the bliss turned into a feeling he hadn’t felt in years. Something about Kirsten made him feel complete, like she’d been the missing piece all these years. He’d do anything to keep her with him. Anything.

“I don’t know how we got into this position, but it won’t be easy to get out of.” Her voice sounded in his ears like a beautiful melody.

“I could just let go,” he teased.

“If you do that, then I won’t be in the mood to give you a blow job later.”

His cock, even in its spent state, jumped at the thought of her taking him in her mouth. “Then, let’s be very, very careful.” They disentangled themselves and rolled beside each other on the rug. “I seem to remember you not liking to give oral sex.”

“I used to not, but something about seeing your cock today made me want to taste you.” She rested her head on his chest and drew a finger around his nipple.

“I’d be all for that.” Although she’d said this sex was as good as an apology, he intended to give a full one. “I’m sorry for being an ass earlier, and I want to cook for you and your roommate to make amends. I know she had more sex in mind with that little shit, and I ruined it.”

“What are you making?” Her leg crossed over his, and her foot caressed his calf.

“Guy food. Steaks, salad, and I’ll buy dessert.”

“Sure, but you should know something.” She settled her head on his chest.

“What is that?” He hoped it was good news, like that she loved him and never wanted him to leave. After sex like this, he only wanted to hear happy stuff.

“Suzy gave him the boot.”

He gathered her up in his arms and pressed a kiss onto her swollen lips. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

“Better than the blow job offer?”

“Don’t make me choose. More of you. I hate that I have to leave to go to the store, cupboards being bare and all that.”

“You promise to come back?”

He grimaced and was glad she couldn’t see his face. She had every right to think badly of him, but he wished she weren’t so open about it. Being continually reminded of his biggest mistake was draining. “I promise. I have a blow job waiting for me.”

Chapter Eight

Duff shoved his grocery bags onto his kitchen counter. He’d bought all he needed to make a great meal, but he needed to get his special pan that he used to make
steak au poivre
. The steaks couldn’t be crowded, and his pan ensured plenty of room. It was huge, and he’d brought it with him everywhere he was stationed. The only times he’d left it behind were for his tours of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan and, even then, he’d sent it to his mother’s house so that it was safe. The attachment to that cooking implement made him a bit crazy, but it had rooted him at home and country until he had a better reason to return home.