Holding Out For A Hero: SEALs, Soldiers, Spies, Cops, FBI Agents and Rangers (111 page)

Queen of Hearts: Chapter Three

Ric followed Shelley into the elevator, admiring her from the backside while the mirrored walls reflected her from all angles. The look on her face was soft, luminous. Her eyelids were heavy and a subtle glow shined her skin.

She had gorgeous lines to her body. She had curves. Not too curvy but enough that no matter where he grabbed he’d have a handful. Which meant she was built for sex.

Dammit. His body was on fucking fire. His erection pressed against the zipper of his rarely worn khakis. He leaned back against the rail and pulled her in front of him, knowing the security guys in the booth just got a great shot of him sporting wood.

Ric slid his hands around her hips and rested his palms on the slightly rounded curve of her belly. The touch was less than sexual but as she relaxed into his embrace, she eased back against his chest.

“Oh.” She let out the surprised puff of sound as his dick nestled into the cleft of her ass. He started to try to put space between their bodies but her palms skimmed over his forearms to rest over his hands and effectively held him in place.

Ric nuzzled the sweet spot behind her ear with his nose. “The first time is going to be hard and fast. Is that a problem for you?” He sure as hell hoped not because he wasn’t sure he could go slow until he took the edge off this insane lust.

“The first time,” she said faintly. But as if his words flipped a switch, she melted further into his embrace.

He ran his tongue down her neck, until he hit her collarbone and then he nipped the thin skin over the delicate frame.

The elevator dinged.

“My floor.” One more time he worried she was going to change her mind. Not that he couldn’t deal with the extreme hard on himself if need be but he was literally dying to sink into her hot, wet, sex and discover her feminine secrets.

“Thank God.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him out of the elevator.

Ric grabbed his key card and shoved the key in the slot, desperate to get inside his room and inside her.

The heavy door swung open and they stumbled in. A soft glow cast light on the side of the bed but the rest of the room was bathed in shadows.

“I need you.” As the door slammed shut, Ric shoved Shelley up against the wall and devoured her mouth. He might have felt badly about the rough treatment except she was yanking his Polo from the waist of his pants as he eased down the zipper of her dress.

Her hands were insistent and hot on the skin of his back as she rubbed against the fucking pipe in his pants.

Her shoulders were pressed against the wall but she’d canted her hips so that the ridge of her pubic bone massaged his erection. He shoved the dress off her shoulders, and it dropped to the carpet.

Ric nipped at her lips as he took in her glory. She was perfect. High pert breasts, a mostly flat stomach with a just a hint of curve, and nicely rounded hips. The see through lace of her bra revealed as much as it concealed, and her nipples speared the delicate fabric broadcasting her arousal.

She wore boy cut, lace panties that matched her bra and a pair of spike-heeled pumps that made her almost as tall as he was.

The sight of Shelley in her sexy lingerie and her heels nearly brought him to his knees. “God damn, you’re beautiful.”

She ripped his shirt over his head and ran her hands over his stomach. His abs rippled in respond to the scratch of her nails against his six pack. Ric scraped his teeth down the cord of her neck and pressed sucking kisses along her collarbone. “Unbutton.” Sucking kiss. “My.” Sucking kiss. “Pants.”

She caressed his cock through the fabric and he groaned deep and husky in his throat. “Now,” he demanded gutturally.

She fumbled with his zipper as he cupped her breast and lifted the globe from the lace so he could suck her distended nipple into his mouth.

Her head thunked the foil-papered wall, while her fingers were busy shoving his pants to the floor. He toed out of his loafers as her hot palm curled around his thick, almost painful, erection.

Her breath caught as she pumped once, twice.

“Dios,
cariña.
Not going to last long.”

Ric slid his palms underneath the lace of her panties and curled his fingers over her ass, shoving the black lace down her toned thighs with impatient urgency.

He wanted nothing more than to push into her tight wet heat. But he’d never gone without a condom and he wasn’t about to start now. “Condom,” he muttered against her damp skin, his breath made her nipple pucker even harder.

But she still didn’t lessen her grip.

“Honey, you’ve got to let me go.”

Once she loosened her hold, Ric paused for a moment to study the picture of her. She leaned languidly against the hotel room wall. Her thick auburn hair tumbled around her shoulders, her breasts popped out of the lace cups, on display for his ardent gaze, and her panties puddled on the floor around her fuck me heels. A simple diamond pendant lay in the valley between her spectacular breasts. Her heavy lidded gaze met his openly and she smiled seductively like a temptress. Her nipples were wet from his mouth. Her legs were slightly apart and arousal glistened on her thighs.

Her heady musk scented the air and ramped him higher, harder.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

“Fuck. Don’t move.” He hustled to the bathroom and thanked God he’d unpacked before he’d gone to the bar. He ripped open the package as he strode back to her, then rolled the rubber over his aching cock.

He was back in a flash, and with one quick eager move he shifted his palms beneath her ass and lifted her up. With a jerky motion he impaled her on his cock.

They both groaned as she sank down, her pussy gripped him tight and to the hilt.

“Wrap your legs around me.” She was still wearing the stilettos. Damn if that image didn’t make him even harder.

She curled her arms around his shoulders and used her leg muscles to bounce up and down on his cock. Her heels dug into the flesh of his ass. Ric slanted his mouth over hers and inhaled her as he pounded up into her tight feminine sheath.

Every thrust rubbed the length of his cock against her clit and massaged her. Her breathing became more erratic. With a long lusty moan, she blew over the edge into orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, sucking, contracting, until he came with a shout, pumping into her with unrestrained fervor. Her breasts bounced with every thrust.

Fireworks exploded beneath his closed eyelids as he pumped and pumped, expelling his come in a burst so forceful his knees dipped and his mind fuzzed at the loss of cognizance. She was digging her nails into his shoulders so hard he’d have marks in the morning and he didn’t give a damn.

Her pussy continued to squeeze his erection. Sweat slicked his skin and heat rose from her body. Her nipples rubbed his pecs and her thighs still had a steely grip on his hips as her orgasm seemed to go on forever.

Ric’s heart tattooed a frantic rhythm in his chest, banging hard even as the beat slowed. Adrenaline and endorphins pinged through him in a cocktail of sexual satisfaction. God damn, he knew their attraction was off the charts but he still hadn’t expected this.

He stayed rooted inside her, as he came down from the intense orgasm.

Ric dropped his forehead to the curve of her neck. His breath heaved in and out as if he’d just finished a grueling PT session. He’d feel bad about attacking her like a pit bull except she’d been right there with him.

Now she was as wrecked as he was. Her thighs went lax and her hands were no longer trying to dig into his flesh, and instead rested lightly on his shoulders, while her back pressed up against the wall.

“Holy shit.” He licked her neck, savoring the slightly salty taste. He couldn’t wait to taste her in other more intimate places and smiled against her skin. “Told you round one was gonna be fast but, day-um, that likely set the ground speed record for orgasms.”

She giggled. The soft sough of her breath over his cheek bathed him with pleasure. He needed to get her in bed and start on round two before she had time to think.

Right now she was flushed and satisfied. A lazy smile curved her lips and her eyes sparkled with a hazy satisfaction. But he was pretty sure that once her brain started firing again she’d try to bolt. And no way was he going to let that happen.

* * *

Ric carried her over to the bed.
Carried
her.

A primeval thrill fizzed in her blood. She was in good shape for her age but she was not a lightweight. His biceps bulged as he strode toward the king sized bed but he wasn’t struggling at all.

He held her with one arm and yanked the sheets down the bed. Then he knelt on one knee and placed her gently on the cool, high thread count cotton.

She was wrapped around his torso like an octopus. Suddenly she realized that when she let go, he’d be able to see her in all her forty-five year old glory. With her not quite as tight skin, breasts that weren’t quite as perky as in her twenties, and the faint ripples of stretch marks on her tummy from Jess. A mother’s badge of honor but definitely not sexy.

He started to back away and she held on tight. Fortunately he misinterpreted her tight snug hold. “I’m just going to get more condoms.”

Thank God he was prepared. She certainly hadn’t planned to have sex when she’d come to Vegas for Jack and Bliss’s wedding.

He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and she forced herself to smile and pretend that she wasn’t totally embarrassed about being naked in front of a stranger. As if he understood, his gaze hadn’t left her face. He stared at her for another minute, tracing her features, before he headed to the bathroom. The ambient light from the open bathroom door accented the play of his glutes as he moved with unselfconscious grace.

She couldn’t help it. She pulled the sheets up and over her breasts. She knew she looked pretty good for her age, but she certainly didn’t look anything like the bar bunnies who had been hanging on him earlier tonight.

Her brain started working overtime. What was she doing here? This was madness. She was a mother of four adult children. Even if they weren’t all biologically hers. She shouldn’t have engaged in a random hook up in a bar.

Her breath shortened. Worry and shame tightened her lungs. Her fingers curled around the sheet as she contemplated throwing it off and making a grab for her clothes.

He tossed three condoms on the nightstand. Three. Condoms.

Her insecurity built. The pressure, the worry that she couldn’t give him what he wanted, what she wanted, hit her. And she couldn’t draw in precious air.

Then Ric was there. “
Cariña
, take a deep breath.”

She realized he was right. She was practically hyperventilating.

He was gorgeous. Lean muscled strength, a smattering of dark hair dusted his pectorals and arrowed down to his hardening erection.

The sight of all that masculinity, the thick purple head of his cock, kissed with a glistening drop of arousal was stunning. His cock bobbed showcasing the V of his muscles, his thighs bunched and flexed as he crawled over her. His body was awe inspiring, but what had her breath slowing and her heartbeat calming, was the intent, intense look in his glittering dark eyes. He wanted
her
.

Why, she had no idea.

“Breathe,” he commanded.

He knelt on one knee, curled his palm around her nape and kissed her. His lips were warm and firm. He invaded her mouth with his tongue in a confident, aggressive move.

She loosened her death grip on the sheet and stroked the warm tensile strength of his biceps. She waited for him to lower over her. It was hard to miss what you rarely had but she still trembled in anticipation of his bigger, harder body covering hers. Inside hers.

The musky scent of sex permeated the warm air surrounding them, wrapped them in a sensual blanket of heat and lust. “I can’t wait to taste all of you.” Her body responded to his words as if he’d licked all those places he couldn’t wait to touch.

Ric gently tugged the sheet away from her body. His palm skimmed over the curve of her breast, her nipple hardened into his caress. With a reverent hiss, he trailed his tongue down her neck and then pressed wet open mouthed kisses along her breastbone until he stopped in the valley of her breasts.

His face buried between her breasts was a visual aphrodisiac. His dark hair brushed the sensitized skin of her breastbone and the scruff of his beard was a delicious scrape over her softer skin as he nuzzled one mound with his mouth and cupped the other in his hot palm.

Shelley didn’t just want to be a recipient of his sexual attention. She needed to be an active participant in their physical play. She skimmed her toes up the back of his thighs, and gloried in the bunch of his ass beneath her hands. His cock brushed the valley of her stomach like a hot thick brand. Good, gracious, he was hard again, searing her with the promise of ecstasy.

She squeezed her arms around his shoulders trapping his head between her breasts. He snickered and turned his head to the side, licking up the slope before suckling her nipple into his mouth.

“You’re not distracting me that easily.” He pushed up, disengaging her legs, as he nipped his way down her stomach. She prayed he wouldn’t notice the silvery strands of her stretch marks.

But he was too busy tonguing her belly button to comment on her body. Her thighs fell open as he kissed and suckled his way down her body until his nose was buried in the auburn curls at her sex.

He smiled against her clit.

“Oh,” she gasped. “You don’t have to—”

“You’re right.” His tongue lapped at her slit in one long languid lick. “I want to.”

She’d only had this done to her a few times. And it had been nice but truly she couldn’t seem to let go of her inhibitions enough to enjoy it. “Really.”

Ric scooped his arms underneath her thighs, lifting her up until the back of her legs rested on his shoulders, his palms cupped her ass, and he was face planted in the heart of her sex. He inhaled slowly, then pressed an open mouthed kiss right over her opening.