The Grunt (10 page)

Courtney kissed back, lost in the moment. She ran her hands over his bulging biceps, amazed at his strength and aggression. She closed her eyes and felt his hands gripping her thighs, making their way up her legs. Her breaths began to quicken, her sex clenched tight.

His thick erection prodded in between her thighs pointing its rigid heat at the core of her.

She was suddenly confused. She wanted this. Oh, she wanted this, but it was too soon. He was vulnerable, not thinking clearly. Things could change for him in the morning when his thoughts were not fogged by more drama. But she would still want him. It would just be another tragedy to go down in the books.

Pulling away from his kiss reluctantly, she pushed her hands against his chest. “Brett,” she panted. “We shouldn’t.”

Brett face was red with heat. Gritting his teeth, his eyes wild with desire, he put his forehead on hers and slid her obediently down the wall. Removing his hands from inside her panties, he looked down at her and licked his wet lips.

“I know,” he said, getting his bearings. “But it’s just getting so hard to fight.”

Courtney was shivering all over. Her satin panties were wet from the silky milk that had already started to glisten between her thighs. She looked down at her feet and couldn’t help but notice his magnum-size erection. It only made her want him more.

Brett stepped away. Under heavy, lust filled eyes, he gazed at her, wanted her.

She looked up at him, embarrassed to have stopped him. “I don’t want this to be just another mistake that ends up effecting Cameron.”

His eye twitched. “I don’t want you to wake up and start to see me like Amy did.”

“I would never do that,” she said in a high pitch.

“And I would never
not
want you. I’ll want you tomorrow when I wake up, Cort.” He moved closer to her. “I’ll want you tomorrow evening when I come home and see you again, next month, the year after.” His voice was low and sexy. His eyes telling of his desire. He ran his hands through her hair and watched her eyes grow lazy.

Courtney couldn’t catch her breath. His masculinity invaded her. “And I will want the same,” she said swallowing hard. “So maybe this isn’t a good idea. Maybe I should go.”

“Oh, I’m not letting you go,” Brett said firmly. He shook his head and pushed against her. “I can’t.”

Courtney tried to fight him, but the feel of his fingers against her skin betrayed her mind. Flesh began to speak to flesh, and she was no longer in control.

“Brett, this is dangerous,” she warned.

“I’m a fucking United States Marine,” he answered simply before he picked her up in his arms. “What part of my life isn’t dangerous?”

“I want you so badly,” she whispered into his mouth.

Brett felt the same for Courtney. His erection was so rock hard until it literally began to hurt. A red-hot gaze of need blinded him. He carried her without a struggle through the house, but they could not make it to the bedroom.

Every kiss became more sensual, every touch became more erotic. He stopped at the steps that led up to the second floor and detoured into the living room. Laying her on the sofa, he snatched her kimono off to reveal soft, pink satin underwear. His large hands immediately went for her breasts. He couldn’t remember how many times he had thought of doing just what he was doing now, touching her, fondling her.

Courtney was half on the sofa, half on the floor, pinned against Brett with her legs wide open. Her hands found their way down his rock-hard chest, past his six-pack abdomen to the curly hair just above his eager manhood. She raked her nails there and made him growl.

He bent to her and bit her pebbled nipple through her bra, then quickly unhooked it to reveal her ripe, ample breasts. The look of her dark, ebony skin only made him harder. In the moonlight, he could see the contrast of their skin. His pale hand over her dark breast. His body in between her dark thighs.

Bending down, he suckled at her hungrily. His tongue was nimble. His hands explored every part of her. He tasted her nipples eagerly, lapping her up as he held her close. Hot breath hissed against her wet skin, and the sound of him licking and tasting her body made her arch her back.

She gasped aloud. The sensation sent zingers through her body as he softly bit her nipple. Slipping her hand down in between them, she stuck a single digit in between her thighs, releasing a flow of hot liquid as she racked over her clit.

He watched her with pure satisfaction. Snatching her panties off, he lifted her hips in his hands and buried his head between her thighs. Her head flew back, eyes closed, mouth open. It. Felt. Like. Heaven.

Brett picked her up and flung her legs over his wide shoulders. Kissing her shaved little secret, he opened her more as he kissed her there. She looked down in sheer agony. The want had grown so in her until her fire could only be put out by one thing.

Lust overtaking her, she grasped his capped shoulders. “Do you have a condom?” she asked, pulling his head up.

Brett rolled his eyes. He was a married man for most of his adult life. There was no use for a condom. Heaving a defeated sigh, he put his head on her abdomen. “No,” he groaned. His words vibrated against her skin.

“I do,” she said, biting her lip. “I always keep a couple in my personal things.”

“Can we go to your room?” he asked. His blue eyes shimmered in the darkness. A dimple showed in his right jaw.

“Yes, I’d love that,” Courtney said, trying to pull her kimono over her. Now that she had her wits about her, she realized that the last place she wanted to make love to him was in his living room on this very elegant but very uncomfortable sofa.

Brett pulled her hand away as she tried to cover herself. “Leave it off,” he ordered. His eyes swept her again. He had to get her upstairs before the mood changed.

***

Courtney could hear the latex as it slid on his lengthy penis. Turned away from her, Brett stood by the bed in the darkness and groaned while he prepared himself. It had been years since he had used a condom, though he probably should have never stopped.

While he was busy, Courtney had a chance to better admire all the muscles that made up his back and led down to his narrow waist. It only made her want him more. He looked amazing.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, laying in the bed waiting. Her fingers found themselves between her legs again.

He looked back at her quickly and then back down at himself. “This condom is for a little shaver,” he said grunting. “I’ll have to check and make sure that it doesn’t rip during the process.”

She bit her lip. “We’ll keep an eye on it. Does it hurt you?” She was eager to see what he looked like from the front.

Brett turned to see her lying naked on the bed and felt himself regain the inches he had lost in the struggle. “No, I’ll be fine,” he said, crawling between her legs.

His thick, heavy member slapped against her mound as he hovered above her. Lovingly, he moved her long hair off her shoulders and pulled it into a makeshift ponytail then he trailed his fingers down her neck. With an open-mouth kiss against her jugular, he pulled her steaming legs further apart with so much authority that she doubt she would be able to refuse him anything tonight.

Courtney had never been with a Marine. It was a personal no-no of hers from years of being an officer’s daughter, but her mind had always wondered what it would be like to ravaged by a true, hardcore, killing machine.

Not to disappoint Courtney’s fantasy, Brett was not merciful. His charm diminished with his kiss. Serious and focused, he planted his knees in the firm mattress and slipped the tip of his head inside of her. Her tightness confirmed his suspicions. She hadn’t been with anyone in quite some time. It turned him on more. The slickness on her labia transferred to his condom. Looking into her eyes while he played with her aching clit, he pushed forward slowly with even and torturous power.

She felt amazing. Slick heat raced up his shaft as he parted her.

Her mouth opened as he entered her. The girth and length of him seemed to go on forever. Letting out a whimper, she felt her swollen tissue expand. By then, she was paralyzed in pleasure. Goosebumps formed and washed over her skin. He kissed her mouth when he was certain that he was in the center of her.

Connected in every way, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His masculine scent of sandalwood and aftershave transferred to her skin as she kissed from his mouth to the curve of his neck. Still, Brett had not moved. Then, he looked down at her. And when he was certain that she was ready, he struck.

Her fragile body felt like it was pushed into the springs of the mattress as he cut through her body with his sex. Holding on for dear life, she felt his elbows planted just above her shoulders. His back arched and he drove into her. Coiling back, he pushed back into her again. Each time, he seemed to go deeper, grow harder, spread her resolve and stretch her body.

Holding on to his wing-like lat muscles, she looked up at the ceiling and bit her lip. Hot kisses passed between them as he moved, exacting his thrusts in a manner that left her eager for more but weak from every blow.

The tattoos on his body in the moonlight made him look like an animal. Blue eyes stared back at her as she felt his hips rotate from side to side then in and out then harder and harder. She screamed out as he hit a spot that made her back arch. Pleasure. It hit again. More pleasure. He hit it again and she shivered all over.

Instinctively, he buried his head into her ample bosom, sucking on her nipples and pumping into her body in a slow then fast rhythm. His butt tightened every time that he thrust. His arms contracted every time that he pulled out of her. The sound of suction drove her mad. He was so well-endowed until it made sounds of slapping that beat like drums against her body.

Never had anything felt so primitive and yet so right.

She held on tighter when she felt his arm pushing against the mattress to roll them over in the bed.

Now on top of him, he grabbed her quickly by her hips and lifted his hips, picking her up off the mattress.

“Ride me,” he demanded in a husky growl, looking down at her flat stomach.

Courtney had spent days out on the beach surfing. So cardio was not a challenge for her but resistance to his body was. Hard muscles formed in her legs as she planted her feet beside him and pushed down. He hit the mattress with a thud but refused to concede.

Gripping her tighter, he pushed back, spearing his head into her pulsing sex with speed and power. He nearly grinned when he realized that she was testing him.
Didn’t she know that he was a grunt?
As such, every challenge was taken seriously, especially one like this.

With her knees beside him, she put her delicate hands on his capped shoulders and threw her head back, arching her back into his mighty thrusts. Releasing her restraint, she began to counter his every movement with her own, taking him physically. Wet sex slipped from her womb and pooled in between his thighs.

Brett clenched his jaw as he fought the seismic waves of ecstasy that rushed through him. The sight of her coke-bottle body was breathtaking. Even in the dark, he could see every curve, feel the contour of her skin and softness of her touch. But it had been so long since he had been with a woman who enjoyed him until he refused to come early.

Finally breaking a sweat from working so hard, he pulled her closer to him and sucked on her breasts again. One hand on her round buttocks very near to the center, the other on her back pushing her forward, he lifted her again, this time twisting her to the side.

Before she knew what was happening in one quick move like he was grappling, she was on her knees, and he was behind her. Never had she felt so vulnerable, so feminine. She could feel his hot breath against her bare, sweaty skin as he trailed a kiss down her muscular back. Then a hand lifted up and landed on her backside. She bucked unexpectedly, wanting him inside her right then. He moved his hand down in between her legs to her aching sex and slapped her again. The sensation sent her into a frenzy. She opened her legs wider.

“Please, Brett,” she begged. Her sex clenched tighter. “Fuck me.”

“Do what to you?” he asked, wanting her to say it again. He teased her, running his hand over her slick sex and fondling her, then tasting his finger.

“Fuck me,” she begged again louder.

He watched her as she grabbed the headboard.
Wrong move
, he thought to himself.

“Please,” she moaned again, gripping the wood tight with her long fingers.

He moved closer behind her. She could feel his hardness, prodding against her backside. She arched her back as much as she could, wanting to take all of him. Her long hair splayed over her back as she turned and locked her dark, lusty, hazel brown eyes on him. But she was almost frightened by how serious he looked.

His face was like wet marble, a glint of dominance in his etched features. Every muscle in his body bulged tight with want. Sweat ran down his beautiful, tanned face. Her scent was all over him, driving him mad. He pushed up against her buttocks and put his large arms over her.

She had no choice but to look at his sleeve tattoo up close. It seemed very intimidating now. Shadowing her body, he gripped her hands to the headboard with his own. It was then that she noticed his wedding ring was gone. She turned and looked at the wall, bracing herself for his entry.

Locked under him, she felt him check his condom. A warm hand grabbed her by the fold in her tiny waist, then he pushed through her body in one long, devastating stroke. She tried to run away from his engorged penis. Only, she had nowhere to go. His large legs, strong from years of humping hundreds of miles, were right beside her. His manhood was buried up to his abdomen in her. She was trapped. And it felt unbelievable! She cried out again.