Holding Out For A Hero: SEALs, Soldiers, Spies, Cops, FBI Agents and Rangers (112 page)

He spread his palms wide and pressed down on her lower belly as his tongue continued to do wicked things to her. His swarthy skin was a stark contrast to her pale belly and lighter curls. Her pulse sped up.

“What a gorgeous pink pussy.”

Her hips jerked at the dirty talk.

He chuckled against her curls and then used his thumbs to spread her wide. The air was cool against her damp sex. “Someone likes it dirty.”

Her entire sex clenched, dying for more of him.

As if he knew exactly what she wanted, he jammed his tongue inside, stabbing in a rhythm that had her clenching wanting more than the bulk of his tongue inside her, wanting the girth and thrust of his cock.

Her feet were planted next to his shoulders and her hips rocked involuntarily into the hot press of his mouth. His slight stubble stimulated nerve endings as her whole attention narrowed to the carnal attention of his tongue and the stroke of his hands.

God it was building again. Her body was like a hot air balloon slowly filling, expanding until she knew she was going to take off in a burst of helium. Anticipating her imminent explosion, Ric’s mouth continued to work her sex and he slid his hands up and cupped her breasts.

Then he sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time he pinched her nipples hard. She lifted off, flying as her sex clenched around nothing, convulsing with an explosive fury.

The lusty moan that erupted from her was as much a surprise as her body imploding in a spectacular burst of sexual bliss. She was going to have to rethink her position on oral sex. That had been more than just nice.

She wasn’t loud during sex. She wasn’t loud anytime. She was proper, and quiet, and dignified. She’d spent years perfecting that persona, dealing with the malicious gossips and their snide comments when she’d first gone to live at the Stone Mansion at twenty-five.

She was a calm placid lake. Nothing could rattle her. And that naturally bled over into her somewhat sparse sex life.

At least it had. Ric continued to work at her, feeding an orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “I don’t—”

He pulled her closer as she tried to push away from the intensity of her climax. But Ric held her down, pressed on her belly and continue to eat at her. She didn’t usually have multiple orgasms. One per night seemed to be her limit so she was already at 200 percent.

She was almost incoherent. “I can’t—”

“Of course you can.” He smiled, she could feel his lips curving against her sex.

She was forty-five years old and she still had problems with sex talk. It stemmed from early sexual experiences resulting in an unexpected pregnancy. She had stunted her sexual growth. Being a single mother, and then suddenly mother to four at twenty-five, she had skipped the sexual revolution and the world’s easy acceptance of casual sexual encounters. Which meant sometimes she had difficulty verbalizing explicit wishes and situations. “But you haven’t….”

“I will.” He prowled up her body dropping kisses in random spots, her hipbone, the valley between her ribcage, the underside of her breast.

His cock was hard and hot along her thigh. Even as loose as she was right now, taking him again was going to be a challenge. Dammit, if she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.

Her arm was trembling as she reached for the condom packet. “I believe in equal opportunity orgasms. Your turn.”

She tore open the package and tossed it onto the carpet. With careful deliberation, she rested the condom on the head of his cock. Her fingers strummed along his thick length. Damn, he was big.

“I’m all for equal rights,” he quipped. Ric groaned as she rolled the condom slowly over his erection all the way down to the root.

She explored his body with her hands, running her palms over his broad shoulders and skimming the defined muscles of his lats. With an unexpected urgency, she sucked on his tight nipple and grabbed his ass.

“Trying to slow it down here.” Ric panted.

“Why?” she murmured against his mouth. Completely bewildered.

“Mutual satisfaction.”

“I’ve already been satisfied,” she said urgently. “Twice.”

Ric laughed low and husky, the sound trilling over her nerve endings and stimulating a cascade of shivers. “Yes, you have.” He rubbed the head of his cock over her dripping sex. She wanted him inside her again.

Everything in her clenched. She was nearly blind with need. She curled her legs around his butt and urged him to breach her. “Do it.” It was a command, and finally he listened.

He slid all the way inside her, filled her up, buried to the hilt, her sex sheathed his girth. “I guess round three will be the slow and steady one.”

Round
three
?

But before she could register that thought, Ric began to power in and out of her, and sensation after sensation bombarded her. The heat of his body, the thick invasion of his cock, the rub of his chest hair against her breasts.

Then he tunneled his hands underneath her body and tilted her hips. The new position changed the angle of his thrusts and suddenly the head of his cock rubbed a spot inside her.

Oh my God.

She’d thought the infamous g-spot was a myth. But Ric had just busted that myth wide open.

Shelley moaned. Her channel was on fire as he breeched her body and caressed that sensitive ridge. Her desire swelled and grew in immense waves until she trembled on the verge of another cliff. Impossible.

She never had this many orgasms. But as his body plundered hers, with every rock of his hips, her nerve endings focused on that spot.

His thrusts took on an urgency and he began to slam into her. Each bang increased the pressure on that secret internal ridge, and her body began to shake. He slammed his mouth over hers, their teeth clashed together. Her hips jerked in time to his thrusts as the incredible pressure built, until scent, sound, sensation crescendoed into a violent mind blowing explosion.

Her vision went white, and she clung to his shoulders as if he could anchor her to this world. Ric groaned into her mouth and his body arched back into a rictus of pleasure. His release pulsed inside her. Her body contracted around his as he shot his come into the condom. Her insides fluttered, triggering another mini-orgasm.

Ric was panting as if he’d just run a marathon and she lay limp and replete beneath him, her body still vibrating with the force of her climax. She couldn’t move. She still couldn’t believe that she’d come again. “You must be some kind of sex magician. I don’t ever….”

He stifled a laugh. “That’s me. I’m a regular David Copperfield of orgasms.” He was draped over her insensate form. Her arms had fallen to her sides, her legs were splayed open and he was hard and satisfied between them.

He should have been too heavy, instead his weight was comforting, pleasing. He rested his forehead in the curve in her neck.

Shelley snickered. She threaded her fingers through his short hair. “At the risk of…swelling your head—“

“
Christos
, woman, give me a few minutes to recover before you talk about my head swelling again.” He wiggled his hips.

She laughed as he’d meant her to do until his still semi-hard cock hit that spot inside her again and she shivered. “I don’t ever—”

“Let’s change that rhetoric.”

“Hmmm?” She was only half listening as she languidly ran her fingers through his hair and over his strong, muscular shoulders. He was really quite beautiful.

He rephrased her former sentence. “I haven’t in the past ever—”

“
Ever
,” she said emphatically. Too satisfied and sated to be embarrassed. “Ever. Had that many orgasms in one night.”

“Let’s see if we can set another record.” He rolled them over so that she was on top of him. He ab curled up and swirled his tongue around her nipple. Her sex spasmed as his cock pulsed in her overstimulated sheath and his pubic bone rocked against her clit.

“Give me a second.” Ric discarded the used condom in a tissue on the bedside table and then ripped open another package.

“Not possible.” But good God damn, her body seemed to be on board with another slower round. It was sweet of him but she needed to be honest. “The odds of another orgasm for me are about a billion to one.”

“Never tell me the odds.”

Queen of Hearts: Chapter Four

A loud, frantic pounding on the door woke Ric.

Shelley was draped over his body, one thigh slung over his, her arm across his chest and her chin snuggled into the crook of his neck.

He grinned. Setting records was certainly fun.

The pounding increased in volume. “Jeez. Don’t get your cammies in a twist.”

Shelley lifted her head sleepily. “Everything okay?” Her rich burnished red hair was a tangled mess around her face, beard burn reddened her chest and neck. Love bites peppered the curve of her shoulder. She looked absolutely wrecked and absolutely gorgeous.

“Probably the maid.”

Ric snagged his pants and hustled to the door.

“Come on, BP. Open up!”

Not the maid. He peered out the peephole and sure enough it was his best pal, Jack.

Ric held his pants so he covered his naked cock and opened the door a crack. “Not a good time.”

He could hear Shelley rustling behind him. All he wanted right now was to get rid of Jack and get back to setting more records. He grinned.

“I’ve been texting and calling for the last hour,” Jack snarled.

“Perhaps there’s a good reason why I didn’t answer,” he said mildly. A little surprised since Jack Stone wasn’t really prone to outbursts of emotion. He was a cool calculating SOB most of the time.

“Sorry to disturb your love fest.” Jack pushed the door open with an irritated shove. Since Ric wasn’t expecting it, his body gave instantly as Jack burst into the living room. “I have a big problem. My mom is—“

Jack stopped dead and whirled around. “In your bed? What the fuck, BP?”

“Jack?!” Shelley was clutching the sheet to her chin. She’d drawn her knees to her chest and her eyes were wild as she stared at his friend. But what in the fresh hell was Jack talking about? No way was Shelley old enough to be his mom.

“Shelley.” Jack’s face was set in a murderous frown as he advanced on Ric. “What is going on here?”

“What?” Ric felt like he’d walked into an alternate universe. His lover from last night couldn’t possibly be Jack’s stepmother. Could she?

“Well, if you don’t know then I guess I need to have the birds and the bees talk with you before you and Bliss get married.” Shelley sniped at Jack.

Ric laughed huskily.

Then he frowned when he noted that she had her hand over her eyes and she’d tucked into a ball, making herself a smaller target. Since Jack had burst in here, she hadn’t looked at Ric once.

“Jesus, Shelley.” Jack looked at such a loss that Ric wanted to smile but instead he planned to hustle Jack out of here pronto.

“As you can see, she isn’t missing. Why don’t you give us some privacy?” Ric spread his legs in an uncompromising stance, but his authority was diminished a little by the fact that he was still naked and clutching his pants in front of his dick.

“Jesus, Ric. Put some damn clothes on.” Jack said, “We aren’t done yet.”

Shelley’s forehead thunked on her knees. “You’re my stepson, not my father.” She tried again to lighten the atmosphere but Jack was having none of that.

“So, um, you’re Jack’s….” Ric gulped. He’d had sex with his friend’s stepmother. It sounded dirty, no matter how he looked at it. His gaze snagged on the delicate arch of her collarbone and the hickey on her shoulder and grinned. “You cougar.”

Shelley stifled a laugh. He was pretty sure she was smiling beneath her bowed head. “You aren’t helping.”

Jack muscled his way to stand in between Shelley and Ric. “Put some clothes on. We need to talk.”

“I think you’ve embarrassed Shelley enough for this morning.” Ric was suddenly done with Jack’s blustering. He knew what kind of man his friend was and he wasn’t a saint. Ric and Shelley hadn’t done anything wrong, and they were both consenting adults.

Before he could point out that fact—

“And you,” Jack turned on Shelley. “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

Shelley lifted her head and stared steadily at Jack. “You really want me to respond to that?”

“Oh for God’s sake.” Jack rubbed his palms over his face. “My eyeballs are seared and I may be scarred for life. But I need to talk to you and it can’t wait.”

“Are all the kids okay?” The panic in Shelley’s voice pricked Ric’s conscience and that’s when he decided to accommodate Jack.

“Sorry, Shel, yes. Everyone is okay.” Jack said, “But I need to talk to you. Now.”

Ric caught his friend’s urgency and unfisted his pants. He pulled them on one leg at a time. The rasp of the zipper was loud in the silent, tense air. Ric grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt from his old Navy duffel. On his way back to the king sized bed he tried unobtrusively to kick the condom package under the overhang before his friend saw the obvious physical evidence of last night’s sex fest.

Based on the rigidity of Jack’s body, he’d failed.

He handed the concealing clothes to Shelley. “We’ll wait in the sitting area while you….” He gestured to the clothes.

He and Jack stepped down from the bedroom area into the expansive living room of the suite and Ric strode over to the massive floor to ceiling windows.

All the Palazzo rooms were suites. He’d upgraded a bit, but the nine hundred plus square feet of space still wasn’t enough to make this situation comfortable.

Shelley scooted into the bathroom. He stared at her reflection in the windowed glass, assuming his friend had the decency to not look.

“What the hell, BP?”

Ric crossed his arms over his bare chest and turned around to look his friend in the eye. “How was I supposed to know Shelley was your stepmom?”

He didn’t want to mention that they hadn’t exchanged a lot of personal details. But he also needed to defend himself from Jack’s conclusions. “You neglected to mention that she’s gorgeous and she’s hot.”