The Elite: The Complete Series of Boomer and Player (With Bonus) (68 page)

Her nails dug into the back of my neck and a faint gasp escaped her lips.

My other hand went to her waist, a light touch, just above her hip bone so I could pull her a fraction of an inch closer. “When can I see you again?” I whispered into her ear.

“Tonight.”

Before I could ask for the details, she slipped from my grasp, ducking underneath my arm and started to walk in the direction of the exit. I watched her go, mesmerized by the sway of her hips in her figure hugging dress. She was ten paces away when she flashed a grin at me over her shoulder. Her father approached, and helped her shrug back into a long, black coat. She said something to him, inaudible from my distance, and his eyes lit up. He gave her an enthusiastic nod and seconds later—they were both headed back my way.

“Rosen, it seems my darling daughter has taken a shine to you. We’re having something of an after party, back at our home tonight. Would you like to attend?”

“It would be an honor, sir. Thank you.”

Wendy smiled up at her father. “Thank you, Daddy. I’ll ride with Lieutenant Rosen and give him directions.”

For a heart-stopping moment, it appeared as though the Admiral was going to object, but at the look in his daughter’s eyes, he caved and agreed.

I couldn’t blame him. She was bewitching.

“Smooth,” I complimented her as her father took his leave, quickly getting swallowed up by the crowd again.

“Well you were very persuasive,” she replied, her eyes still sparkling. “How could a girl resist?”

I offered her my arm. “Shall we?”

She looped her arm through mine, resting her hand against my forearm, and we left the banquet hall.

Leaving behind a shitload of shocked and jealous faces.

* * * *

“So, tell me something,” Wendy started, taking her eyes off the outstretched highway and bringing them to rest on me. I flicked a quick gaze at her before returning it to the road. We were on the highway, out towards the Admiral’s house up in the hills where all the rich people lived. “How much was the bet?”

I nearly choked on my own tongue. “What?” I sputtered.

She just laughed. “Come on, don’t act so scandalized. You think I don’t know how you guys operate? I’ve been around Navy boys my entire life. I learned your tricks a long, long time ago. My education accelerated somewhat once I had breasts, and by now, I’d say I know the whole playbook.”

“Wendy, it wasn’t—”

“Right. So, right before you came up to talk to me, you weren’t laughing and placing bets with your buddies? Master Chief Mitchell and the other guy.”

Holy shit. She was good.

“You were watching me?” I asked, flashing her a wicked grin.

Wendy laughed and rolled her eyes. “No, no, no. Don’t try to spin this back on me. Answer the question.”

“All right, fine. There
may
be a wager on the table. But, in all seriousness, I wanted you way before any money was involved. If that makes it feel less…”

“Cheap?” she offered. I turned to find her still smiling.

“You don’t care?”

She shook her head. “Not really. I only play along if I like the guy.”

“Aha.” I nodded and returned my eyes to the road.

“And what, may I ask, made you decide that you liked me?”

Wendy dropped a hand to my leg, inching her fingers up the way she had under the table at dinner. “You looked like you’d be the best ride in the room.”

My eyebrows went sky high and kept on going once her hand found the center seam of my trousers. “Damn, girl, I like your style.”

She laughed and gave me the next set of directions as we neared the correct exit. Minutes ticked by like long, stretched out hours as she worked my cock through the thick fabric of my pants. At this rate, I wasn’t going to make it to the party.

“As much as I hate to say it, you’re gonna have to dial it back a bit there, baby doll. I don’t relish the idea of walking into a fancy who’s-who of the Navy with my cock standing at full attention.”

“I could take care of it before we get to the party…” she suggested, her voice low and throaty.

I swallowed hard, and before I could get out another word, she was fingering the zipper and buttons on the pants and leaned over, across the center console of my truck, to start teasing the tip with her velvet soft tongue. I groaned and narrowly missed swerving into a fire hydrant as I wound through the streets of the neighborhood we’d ended up in.

She took me full in her mouth, and I tilted my hips forward to make sure she could get every freakin inch. Her fingers toyed and teased my balls, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer. I pulled over on a secluded street and killed the headlights. My hands wound into her thick blonde hair and tugged, guiding her face over my lap as she sucked my dick. She moaned and the vibrations took me straight over the edge. I grabbed her head and let out a grunt as I came in her sweet mouth. “Damn! Girl!”

She straightened in her seat, wiped the corner of her mouth with her fingertip, and smiled over at me. “It’s my turn when we get to the party…”

“Oh, you have no fuckin’ idea,” I growled, grinning at her, still shell shocked from her shift from demure daddy’s girl, to demanding temptress.

* * * *

Sadly, our pleasure was to be delayed. When we arrived at the party, there were nearly a hundred people scattered throughout the huge property, and almost all of them wanted to speak to Wendy. She’d been off at school for months and hadn’t been home to visit, so all of her family members and friends of the family wanted to get a piece of her attention. To her credit, she took me around and introduced me. She didn’t call me her boyfriend or act like there was a relationship between us, but she kept her arm laced with mine, and had no problem with the fact that most people were likely to infer that we were a couple.

I didn’t mind either.

We had champagne and some of the most delicious appetizers and desserts I’d ever eaten—which was saying something as the catered dinner we’d just come from had been five star—and all things considered, it was fun being her companion for the evening.

However, the way she moved in her dress, the way she flashed me dark, seductive looks when no one was looking, and the casual way she’d lean her body against me when we came to a stop, was all taking a toll on me, and I could feel the pressure and heat building up in my cock again.

I wanted her.

And I knew she wanted me.

It was intoxicating.

If the interlude in the car had been a small taste of what it would be like to fuck Wendy Westerfield—then I was beyond ready for the rest of the meal.

Luckily, our minds worked on very similar tracks, and when she found a chance to escape from the party, she took advantage, and pulled me out of the main room and up a long hallway. A few steps away, she bent to strip the high heeled shoes from her feet, and when she sank back down, I realized she was even shorter than I’d thought. Her head came up to my chest and a thousand new thoughts and visions came to mind, altering the fantasies that were playing through my mind on a constant loop all night.

“Where are we going?” I whispered as she sneaked up the hallway, her hand gripped onto mine to lead the way.

“My bedroom of course,” she replied, flashing a grin over her shoulder at me.

“Your bedroom? Here?” I hissed. I was all for getting into some kinky shit, but I hadn’t imagined doing it with a hundred of her closest friends and family members a few rooms away at a formal party…

“It’ll be fine.”

She took a turn and I followed her up another hallway. “Damn, how big is this house?”

She giggled and stopped in front of a set of white double doors. She opened the right side and stepped inside the large room. It was painted a soft purple color with white furnishings. It was a little
young
looking, but then maybe my idea of what was appropriate furniture for a twenty-year-old girl was skewed. I certainly wouldn’t list interior design among my list of talents.

Wendy shut the door behind us. “This was my childhood bedroom,” she explained, watching me as I swept the room. “I live on campus at Ole Miss these days, but my dad kept this room the same as when I was a teenager. He’s a little…sentimental like that. He still thinks I’m some virginal little girl who doesn’t drink or party or swear.” She laughed softly and clicked a lock into place.

“Doesn’t that bother you? That you have to pretend to be something you’re not around him?”

She shrugged. “If he wants to think of me as his little princess forever, that’s fine with me. I play along. And then…when I’m on my own…I get to have fun. No one gets hurt.”

The room was nearly pitch black with the door closed against the soft lighting that had filtered through the long hallway. Along the opposite wall, there was another set of double doors, with glass panes that led out to what must have been a balcony since we were on the second floor of the house. I turned away from the doors and watched Wendy spin around in slow motion. She swept her hair aside and glanced over her shoulder at me. “Can you lend a hand?”

A bolt of heat exploded in my gut and all thoughts of the Admiral living in his own little delusional world were shattered.

I stepped to her and slowly unzipped the back of her gown. The material parted and I ran my hand down her exposed flesh, tracing the line from the base of her neck, between her shoulder blades, down her spine, and to the top of her ass. Her skin was pearlescent in the moonlight and I wanted to see more of it.

All of it.

I pushed the sleeves down her shoulders and Wendy shimmied herself out of the top of the dress and stepped out of the rest. “Oh, baby doll,” I gasped, realizing she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing underneath her gown.

And hadn’t been all night.

She dropped the shoes she’d been carrying onto the pile of dress and spun around to face me. “What was it that you promised me, Lieutenant Rosen? One hot, sweaty night of fun.”

“Something like that.” I slid a hand up her stomach and landed on one of her perky tits and palmed it. She sucked in a gasp as I pinched her nipple into a hard little bud. “Oh baby, I bet you’re soaking wet.”

She bit her lip and dropped a meaningful look down her body. “Maybe you should find out.”

“With pleasure.” I lifted her up off the floor by her waist and she squealed in surprise. I carried her to the white lacquered makeup table by the door that probably lead to a closet, and set her on the edge, before shoving the spindly chair out of my way. I dropped down to my knees and spread her legs as far apart as they would go, revealing her gleaming wet pussy. I groaned with anticipation before applying my lips to the inside of her thigh. I kissed and nibbled the tender flesh along the inside of her leg, each kiss getting me closer to the sweet heat radiating between them.

Wendy bucked and arched, whimpering as I made my slow progression to her center. I anchored her hips with my hands, pinning her in place, and she moaned all the more. “Baby, I love the way you smell,” I whispered against her goose bumped skin, mere inches from her lips. Her excitement was evident and I needed a taste.

I parted her lips with my fingers and lapped at her clit with the very tip of my tongue.

Wendy hissed like she’d just been burned and her body went ramrod straight.

“You like that, baby?” She moaned her agreement and I looked up to find her eyes tightly closed. “Hey, baby doll, you gotta open those gorgeous eyes. I want you to watch me enjoy your fruit.”

Her blue eyes went wide, her pupils so dark and dilated that her eyes looked black. Like some kind of magic had taken a hold of her.

When I was assured she would watch, I lowered my mouth back to her pussy and continued sucking and licking her clit. She tasted even sweeter than she smelled. Like an addictive candy that I couldn’t get enough of. Her juices flowed freely as I ate her out, each new lick, suck, and nuzzle driving her to new heights.

Wendy spiraled out of control quickly once I inserted a finger inside her tight pussy. She was so tight that I wondered how on earth I was going to get inside her.

My cock twitched at the very idea.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah…” Wendy crashed over the edge, her nails digging into my back, as I continued working her with my lips while I finger fucked her against the desk.

When she was spent, she sagged back against the mirror, and giggled. “Damn.”

“Worth the wait?” She nodded, her eyes closing again as the aftermath washed over her.

I stood and gave her a minute to recover as I stripped out of my dress blues. “God, it feels good to be out of those things,” I growled, kicking aside the last of it. My hands went to the waist of my Navy issued briefs, and I stripped them in one quick shucking movement. Eagerness overruling seduction.

“You
look
good out of them too,” Wendy agreed, eying my body up and down with an appreciative grin on her satisfied face. “And that’s saying something, because as you might have guessed, I have a weakness for men in uniform.”

“Seems like you might have a bigger weakness for them out of uniform though,” I teased, smiling at her as I slipped on a condom I’d stashed in my jacket pocket.

Wendy grinned. “You gonna talk about it all night?”

I grabbed her hips, jerked her off the desk, and spun her around. She bent forward, positioning her ass high and tight in the air. In the mirror, she licked her lips, and brought her eyes up to lock on mine as I lifted them from staring at her perfect ass.

She was absolutely begging for it.

I braced her and teased her dripping wet opening with the tip of my rock solid cock. She moaned and I watched her expression shifting in the mirror. Her tits jiggled as I entered her, and I barely contained the urge to slam into her and see her eyes light up.

I entered her slowly, letting her tight pussy loosen and stretch to accommodate my dick. She was tight. Just like I liked them. When I was buried deep inside, we both let out a groan of satisfaction. “You ready, baby doll?”

She nodded her head and arched her back, pushing her ass against me, urging me just a fraction deeper.