Nobody's Hero (18 page)

“God, Karla. You feel so fucking good.”

Yes, I do!
“So do you, Sir! Fuck me
harder.”
Oh. My. God. I didn’t just say that
. Then all
thought left her mind as he pounded her to an earth-shattering
orgasm. She screamed, something incoherent, her vaginal muscles
clenching against his hard penis.

“Come with me, kitten.”

“Yesss, Sirrrrrr! Oh, please. Oh, God.
Ohhhhhhhhhh!”

His earthy grunt and the pulsing of his penis
deep inside her told her he’d joined her, and she hurtled over the
cliff with Adam holding tightly onto her.

Adam woke in the middle of the night to find
himself spooned against Karla, his arm wrapped around her waist. He
should have taken things a lot more slowly with her, but having her
close like this was even better than having sex with her.

Not that he didn't enjoy the sex. Her initial
enthusiasm for had led him to forget she’d been a virgin until less
than two days ago. He’d pushed her too far, too fast, but when was
the last time he’d dealt with a virgin and newbie sub in one
person?

Joni.

Karla moaned in her sleep, waking with a
start. “It’s okay, kitten. I have you.” Her hand came to rest over
his, as if to reassure herself he was there. Then she curled into
him further and promptly went back to sleep. God, he’d forgotten
how nice it was to hold a woman like this. Too fucking long. He
hadn’t even realized he’d missed that, until he had Karla in his
bed. In his arms.

In his life.

A sense of contentment spread over him. He
hadn’t felt that in a long time either.

He must have dozed again, because he woke to
find two sparkling blue eyes staring up at him from the pillow
beside him. She smiled. “Good morning, Sir.” Her breathy greeting
sent his dick to throbbing. Damned morning woodies.

He reached up to smooth a loose strand of
hair from her face. She didn’t notice his stiffie, thank God,
because he wasn’t touching her there. “Good morning,
beautiful.”

Her hand came up to stroke his cheek and he
heard the scratch of his whiskers against her fingertips. She
reached up to rub a finger against his temple. He throbbed for her.
How could such an innocent gesture set his little head off like
that?

“I’ll be right back.”

He took care of his needs in the bathroom and
returned to set and light the fireplace to chase away the morning
chill in the room. Karla padded into the bathroom, her long t-shirt
doing nothing to hide her long, sexy legs.

He tossed a bigger log on the fire. Was he
ready for winter to set in? In a couples weeks, he’d be in
Minnesota for his annual visit. Most years, he looked forward to
going back to visit Joni’s mom and spend some time at his wife’s
grave on their anniversary. This year, he dreaded the trip. For one
reason, Marge was downsizing—moving to an apartment—and had told
him to be prepared to do something with the stuff Joni had left.
He’d put off dealing with that huge box in the closet for five
years, since he’d retired from the Corps.

He stood up, walked around the bed, and sat
on the edge, waiting for Karla. When she came back, her erect
nipples bounced under her long t-shirt as she walked. He tried not
to notice.
Yeah, how’s that working for you, jarhead?
Maybe
they were stimulated from the cold. The room sure felt warm enough
to him now, though.

She smiled down at him and he reached for the
hem of her t-shirt, making sure she wouldn’t be sitting on it when
he pulled her into the cradle between his thighs. So right.

She giggled. Damn her. He scooted back from
the edge of the bed to put more space between them. He placed his
hands on her shoulders, figuring that would be a safe place to
touch her. Soon, his hands drifted down and he lifted her t-shirt
and began removing it, watching her arms go up without having to
tell her to do so.

“Relax now.” He took her long black curls and
pushed them out of his way to cascade over her left shoulder. He
tried to keep his touch firm, but gentle, as he began to knead the
knotted muscles in both shoulders. God, her muscles were bunched up
again.

She moaned as if in pain.

“You’ll feel better once we get the kinks
out.”

“I thought it was all about the kinks, Sir.”
She giggled and he fought the urge to pull his brat’s hair and
throw her onto the bed underneath him. Damn it.

Karla’s pale skin felt like satin in his
hands, as he massaged her neck and shoulders. He couldn’t keep
himself from bending forward and pressing his lips against her
shoulder blade any more than he could have denied himself water in
Iraq. He kissed the hollow of her neck. Air hissed from her lungs,
making him aware of his scratchy five-o’clock shadow. But her head
lolled to the side and she moaned again, definitely not from pain.
He took her submission as an invitation for him to trail more
kisses along the column of her long, slim neck, then nibbled on the
fleshy part of her shoulder.

“Oh, Master. Keep doing that.”

“Are you telling your Master what to do,
kitten?”

She tensed again and he regretted teasing
her. Hell, he wanted to know what she liked, what she wanted. He
let his hands glide down her arms, pulling her tighter against his
chest. Her eyelashes fanned just above her cheekbones and her head
lay against his shoulder. He reached around to cup both of her
high, firm breasts in his hands. He’d loved clamping and binding
her tits and nipples. He gently rolled each between his thumb and
forefinger and squeezed, then twisted.

“Oh, God!”

Her breathy gasp and the arching of her chest
toward his hands told him all he needed to know.

“Tell me what you need, kitten.” He nuzzled
her neck as his right hand ventured south until he cupped her Venus
mound and his middle finger stroked her wet slit. Her pelvis tilted
to allow him access, but he waited for her to say the words.

She moaned in frustration.

“Tell me, kitten.”

“I need you, Sir.”

“You need me to what?” He could feel the heat
rise from her face.

“I need you to…make love to me, Sir.”

What Adam had in mind had nothing to do with
love; her romantic words made him feel a little guilty. Sure, he
had intense feelings for her, but he’d never been able to love
anyone. He needed to keep things on the level with her, keep her
from entertaining any fairy-tale notions.

“Your Master plans to fuck you hard and fast
again, kitten. Are you ready for that?”

She tensed and he heard that sexy hitch in
her throat. “I…um, I think so, Sir.”

God love her
. He chuckled. “Well, I
think maybe we need to start a little slower, kitten. Stand up.”
She barely hesitated before standing. “Turn around.” She turned to
face him and he lay back on the bed. “Take them off.” His gaze went
to his black skivvies.

Karla hesitated a bit longer this time. She
looked down at him and the outline of his rock-hard penis straining
against his skivvies. Her tantalizing teeth gave him another
idea.

“Take them off—with your teeth.” God, he knew
he’d regret this for the rest of his life, but having her sexy
mouth that close to his dick was all he could think about right
now.

She glanced down at him and smiled a shaky
smile, then bent over him, bracing herself by placing her hands at
either side of his waist, and damned if she didn’t take his
waistband between her teeth.
Shit
. Her fingers warmed on his
bare skin and her grip tightened, whether to hold herself steady or
both of them, he didn’t know. His dick bobbed against her chin,
causing her to stop, pull back, and reassess the situation. So
fucking sexy. Then she bent down and took the waistband between her
teeth again, pulling it up and over his erection until the head of
his dick poked out.

She pulled back yet again. her face taking on
a playful expression. “My, what have we here, Sir?” she teased. Her
hand reached down to cup his still-covered balls, then moved up the
length of his mostly covered dick until she brushed her thumb over
the bare head.

“Karla, no hands.”

Ignoring him, her thumb pad rubbed over the
notch in the head of his cock, which eagerly bobbed its welcome.
“Oh, Sir, it feels like velvet.”

Fuck
. She’d apparently not even
touched one before. He was going straight to hell for letting her
continue down this path to debauchery, but he couldn’t have stopped
her now if he’d wanted to—which he most certainly didn’t want to
do.

“Do you want your first punishment, slave?”
Her hand pulled away, as if his dick had become a red hot poker.
“Good girl. Now remove them completely.” He gave the command
through clenched teeth.

“Yes, Sir.” Her upper teeth scraped against
his dick as they wrapped around the waistband again. All the air
left his lungs, but he didn’t have the wherewithal to replace it.
So close. What would her hot mouth feel like sheathing his
cock?

Don’t go there, old man.

The tip of his dick brushed against her nose
as she pulled his skivvies a little further down, nearly causing
him to lose all control. Rather than take them all the way off, she
got sidetracked yet again, which made him throb for her even more.
With one tentative hand, she cupped his balls.

“Augghh.” His hips lifted toward her face.
Sweat broke out on Adam’s forehead and he closed his eyes. Sweet
Jesus, her hand felt so good on him, the combination of innocent
naïveté and hesitant touch an incredible turn-on.

Rather than tell her what to do or reprimand
her, he decided to wait and see what she’d do of her own volition
in her first carnal exploration. Her sweet, warm breath on the head
of his dick had him straining toward her. For the longest time, she
merely stared at his dick, then she wrapped her tiny hand around
his girth, over his skivvies, and applied the sweetest pressure.
Torture. The woman was fucking torturing him, whether she intended
to or not. When had he lost control of this scene?

She squeezed him and seemed surprised by the
strength and muscle in his dick. But she didn’t squeeze his balls
or go straight to pumping his cock, as an experienced woman might.
Instead, her thumb began stroking the exposed ridge on the head of
his cock, back and forth, and he had to reach out and grasp her
hand to stop her. Now
he
needed to slow things down. When
she looked up at him, stricken with insecurity and fear, he smiled
his encouragement.

“Kitten, what you’re doing feels so good, I’m
afraid I might explode before I’m ready. Let’s take this a little
slower, okay?”

She smiled. “Yes, Sir.” He loved the sense of
newfound power she exuded. This woman would make some man very
happy someday with her erotic mix of kitten and tiger.

She latched onto his skivvies again and
pulled them down further as he lifted his hips to aid her, but she
released them again just below his balls and returned her attention
to his now aching dick. Her wide-eyed gaze stared at the length and
thickness of his erection, and she furrowed her brows.

“How did we…?”

“Don’t worry, kitten. We fit together
perfectly.” She looked up at him for reassurance. “We sure did last
night and yesterday morning, didn’t we?”

She smiled and turned her attention back to
his privates, her thumb continuing to make that enticing motion. He
wanted to let her explore a bit more, but damned if he could hold
on for what he’d originally had in mind if she kept touching him
like that. When pre-cum lubricated her thumb, increasing the ease
with which she could flick over his notch, her eyes opened wider in
fascination.

His cock pulsated in her hand.
Slow deep
breaths.
He tried to practice the techniques he’d learned in
martial arts to slow down his heart rate, hoping it would lessen
the pulsing in his dick. When she surprised him by letting the tip
of her pink tongue tentatively lick him where her thumb had been
moments before, he groaned, balling his hands into fists at his
sides to keep from thrusting his hips up and ramming his cock down
what obviously was her virgin throat.

As if she were giving him a news bulletin,
she paused to look up at him and announced, “You taste salty,
Sir.”

“Karla,” he ground the words out, “get my
fucking skivvies off—now.”

He heard her giggle, which made him even
harder, but she obeyed.
Finally
. He’d have to work on
obedience with her soon, although he had to admit he wouldn’t have
missed this slow tease for anything. Even if it was the fucking
slowest one he’d ever experienced with a woman.

“Just use your hands.” Having her head
anywhere near his at the moment was a tactical disaster waiting to
happen. When she finally stripped them the rest of the way off, she
knelt on the floor, head between his thighs, waiting for further
instructions.

“Open the drawer in the nightstand and get a
condom.” She turned without hesitation and did as he instructed,
holding her foil-wrapped find out to him like a trophy.

“Open it and put it on me.”

She carefully tore the edge of the foil, as
if afraid she might damage its contents, then gingerly pulled the
rubber from the pouch. Discarding the foil on the nightstand, she
took the rubber in both hands and looked up at him with
uncertainty.

“Just press the center against the tip of my
head…dick…penis.” God, he didn’t know what term she’d be
comfortable with.
Shit
. He’d forgotten how new everything
would be to her. “Then just roll it down the length of me.”

Her tiny hands went to work, her deliciously
pink tongue protruding from her lips as she concentrated on the
task at hand. His bobbing dick didn’t make things any easier for
her. But soon she had managed to sheath him, then stood up and
smiled down at him as if she’d just conquered Mount Evans.