So. Long.: Bad Boy Next Door (16 page)

“You all right?”

I smile and twitch my hips forward, indicating that he
should keep going.

“C’mon. Let’s find the bed before I give you brain damage.
Hang on to me.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. He’s got me firmly in his
grasp, my ass cheeks in his big hands. As he carries me through the house, his
tongue dances with mine. He’s like a drug, lulling me as I melt into his arms.

At the bed, his lips land on mine, and his hands find the
hem of my dress. His hard-on presses against my belly as he pulls me closer. “Where
were we?”

“I think we were going to bump uglies again.”

His chuckle is deep and sexy. “All righty then,
bumping
uglies
it is.”

Before I can pull the dress off, he has it scrunched in a
ball in his big hand. He tosses it across the room as his eyes find mine.

He pushes me down onto the bed, pulling me so my ass is at
the very edge. Then he spreads my legs and kneels.

“I’ve gotta taste that pussy.”

“Yes, please.” I lean on my elbows.

His face disappears between my legs. He lays sweet kisses on
the inner-most part of each thigh. My pussy pulses. My heart races.

I press my legs closer to his face. “Feels a little smoother
without the beard.”

He nips the inside of my thigh.

His face reappears for a second. “Talk dirty to me, Smut
Queen. How do you want it?”

“Talk dirty?”

“Yeah. You know. Tell me in
vivid, full-color detail,
using all the real words,
how you want me to fuck you.” He nudges my legs
further apart.

With the first swipe of his tongue across my clit, my mind
blanks.

Full-color? Real words?

His words are familiar, but mine have all escaped.

His mouth is heavenly.

Wait. He wanted me to say something.

That’s right—he wants dirty talk.

I wet my lips and try to peel the letters off the roof of my
mouth. “I—I want you—to—oh, lick me and put your thing in the place—I—I mean…”

“What did you say?” he whispers.

I can do this. I write freaking romance novels.

I swallow and clear my throat. “I said give me your giant
love muscle. Sheath it in my moistened passion flower. It’s all sparkly with my
love dew. De-petal me, lover.”

“Moistened
what
? Sparkles?”

“Damn it.” I close my eyes tighter. If at first you don’t
succeed… “Ram your hot sex spear into my waiting lady bits. They’re dripping
with passion nectar.”

“Um. O.K.” He pauses for a moment—and I’m pretty sure he
shrugged.

I flop backward onto the bed. “Fine.
You
try it.”

“Hmmm…” He licks my slit from one end to the other. “Okay.
So…I’ll give you my man-meat if you’ll open your
pleasure
cave to me—I
guess?”

Pleasure cave?

I sit up and push one shoulder forward, trying out my sexy,
smoky voice. “You be the jungle cat, prowling for the sweet bite of lover’s
heat, and I’ll purr like the vexed kitten, yowling for the mount.”

Adam sits on his heels, his chest shaking with laughter.
“Stop. Please. Just. No.”

“Oh, just stuff your cock in my twat and go kaboom—”

An uncomfortable heat surges over my neck and face. My palm
meets my forehead too hard. The thump starts up in my temple again.

I heave a sigh. “Sorry. I guess I got the sex-talk equivalent
to writer’s block.”

“Yeah, it could almost work as a cock-block.”

My shoulders slump. “Sorry.”

Adam stands on his knees between my legs. He pulls me to
him. “I don’t need you to talk dirty. All you have to do is breathe—that’s all
it takes.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, my lips finding his as I
thank him with my tongue.

Adam makes his way south again, and I lean back on the bed.
Pulling in a deep breath, I let it out nice and slow as he kisses my pussy, his
lips flitting across it lightly, like the kiss of a butterfly.

He sucks my pussy lips, slipping his tongue in and out, circling
the edges. And then he tickles my nub until I tremble.

I bring a foot up to rest on the mattress, opening my folds
even more for him. The softness of his tongue coupled with its warm wetness is
almost enough to send me over the edge. Then he plunges at least two fingers
deep into my entrance, rubbing that spot just inside that makes my hips pump
against his hand.

I cry out when the pressure winds so tight I think I might
burst. Only, Adam won’t let me come. Every time I edge closer to my orgasm, he
pulls back and slows down.

My teeth dig into my bottom lip and my fingers sink into his
hair as he licks and sucks and tugs on my pussy with his mouth. I arch my back
and push closer to him.

Finally, he pulls away and rubs the back of his arm across
his wet chin. I’ve soaked the sheets, and my pussy throbs with want.

“You’re cruel. Why won’t you let me come?”

He moves like a prowling tiger up and over me, pushing me
further back onto the bed until he’s got me trapped beneath him, caged in his
arms. “Because I want you addicted to me. When I let you come, it’s going to be
hard and something you’ll never forget.”

“Oh.” The word escapes on a sigh.

He dips to take my nipple between his teeth. Then he soothes
the bite with his tongue, slathering it over the pink bead. He slips between my
thighs, his cock sinking deep inside me. I wrap my legs around him as he lays
kisses along my neck and rolls his hips, again and again, until the pressure
builds again.

Adam slowly builds up the speed of his thrusts. I brace
myself against the headboard as he plunges into me again and again, harder with
each stroke. Then he stands on his knees and grabs my ankles, pushing them up
to rest against the front of his shoulders. Holding me at my waist, he pulls
back and rams his hard-on deeper.

Over and over, he slams into me, filling me to the brim until
I’m panting and my pussy muscles clench his erection.

He finds my clit and rubs hard circles over it while he
impales me again and again. “Come for me, Beautiful Girl. Let go.”

His dick, the pad of his thumb on my bud, and every fiber of
my being pulsing to his rhythm, all culminate to drive me over the edge. The
sensations swamp me. I close my eyes and let go. I catch my breath and bear
down on his cock, wrapping him with my legs.

I draw him down to me. My pussy clings to his hard-on as he
continues pumping in and pulling out, until another tightened coil of hot
liquid unfurls deep inside my core. Adam shoves his hand behind my head and
grabs a handful of hair, yanking it hard enough to increase the intensity of my
orgasm. His mouth roams over mine, our tongues loving one another as waves of
pleasure crash over me.

Holy.

Fuck.

Me.

He loosens his grip on my hair, kissing my forehead. “Think
you’d like another one of those?”

Kelsey almost glows with the sheen of sweat we’ve worked up.
She lays under me, her pussy still trying its damnedest to milk my cock. Her
arms are flung wide, and her breasts jiggle a little with each breath she
takes—hard breaths that puff out between lips swollen from my kisses. Her hair
haloes her head and trails across the pillow, spilling onto the mattress.

Fuck if she isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I push the wisp of hair out of her eyes with the tip of my
finger.

She smiles, but it fades to a frown with her next trembling
breath. “You didn’t come.”

“No.”

Her lashes kiss her cheeks and she sucks in her bottom lip.
When she looks up at me, her smile returns. “How can I help?”

I inhale deeply and exhale slowly, shaking my head.

“What?” She reaches up and gently tweaks my nipple.

I grab her fingers, bringing them to my mouth, kissing her
knuckles. “You can’t. I told you. This is how it is. It’s not you. Not at all.”

She rises and pushes me to the side.

I move off of her.

Shit. Now she’s going to leave.

I roll to my back and prop my head on my hands. I’ll play it
cool. If she leaves, she leaves. I can’t change what I am or how my body
works—or doesn’t.

But she doesn’t leave.

She takes my cock in hand and licks the tip, circling it
with her tongue. My dick strains toward her. Kelsey turns, swinging her leg
over me. She holds my hard-on and rubs it along her slit, wetting us both with
her cream.

She licks her lips and lowers herself onto me, taking in
every inch—every millimeter of my cock. She sits astride me like I’m a horse
and she’s a naked cowgirl.

Her long hair hangs over one shoulder, almost to her waist, so
only half of her face is visible. One of her tits is partially covered. Her
pink nipple peeks through as though it’s the shyer of the two. She should be
immortalized, exactly like this, sexy as fuck with that satisfied smirk.

She moves, and the world tilts again, as it did earlier when
I first jammed my dick inside her.

I close my eyes, trying to find my center of gravity, but I
might as well be in outer space, because all I can feel is her. Her hands on my
chest, her fingers digging into my pecs. Her pussy swallowing my erection. The
weight of her across my hips.

I run my hands over her thighs. “Damn you’re beautiful right
now, with your hair like that.”

Kelsey turns so her face is hidden even more by her hair.
“You only think that because I’m sitting on your cock at the moment.”

I shake my head at her refusal to accept that I think she’s
gorgeous. Her eyes close and she moves a bit faster, her hips rolling, her body
heating mine.

My cock swells and hardens even more.

She fits me beautifully. And shit. I’m so fucking close to
coming.

Maybe…

I squeeze her hips. “Fuck. Me. Just. Like.
That
.
Beautiful Girl.”

Her eyes open, and she pushes up on her knees and off my cock.
“But what if I want to fuck you
this
way?”

I clench my jaw so I don’t let loose a curse.

It’s not like I’d have come anyway.

I love that sass. Not sure I’d trade it, even for an orgasm.

She turns around and slides onto my erection, smiling over
her shoulder. “
Reverse
cowgirl.”

I palm her ass cheeks. As she moves, the pressure on my cock
is different, but no less amazing.

And the view of her ass as she grinds on my jock is worth
the interruption.

She’s perfect in every way.

Kelsey is the one I’ve been searching for all this time.

She leans forward, putting her hands on either side of my
knees, and pumps over my length. The quick glimpses I get of her pussy taking
in my dick as she moves up and down—just—fuck, she’s hot.

I hold her ass cheeks as she rides me. Her breaths come
faster, and she lets out little mews and moans as she finds her rhythm and
drives me crazy.

And damn—I want to come so fucking bad.

My balls are tight, and my erection is as long as it’s ever
been under Kelsey’s dripping entrance. My hips keep time with her movements until
she sits up and throws her head back. She grabs hold of my thighs as she cries
out.

Both her pussy and her hands squeeze me. The pulsing of her
cunt is hot and strong.

I grab the sheets at my sides to keep from cursing fate
and
my fucking dick
as she rides out the storm of her orgasm. But then, the
blinding surge of pressure hits its peak, and my cock convulses. Pleasure
shoots through me.

I let out a growling groan, long and loud.

Kelsey sinks down on top of me, and I jam my hips up as hard
as I can. Her body surrounds me as I find the release that I’ve been denied for
so long. I spew cum, possibly harder than I’ve ever done.

I’ve never felt more at home or at peace than this moment.
Maybe the future isn’t cold and cruel. Maybe life can be fulfilling and maybe
love would be worth the risk of losing it.

Once her pulsing subsides, I pull her off me. I grab a
tissue from the night table and toss the condom in the bed-side trash bin.

I drag Kelsey into my arms as I inhale and exhale a deep
breath. “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

She grins. “Just say thank you.”

My heart swells with more than simple gratitude. “Thank
you.”

“You’re welcome. I guess I
am
the one to get you
there after all.”

I want to shout and holler and maybe even fucking dance.
Instead, I say, “Let me hold you.”

Kelsey snuggles down into the bedding with her back against
my chest and her ass against my only slightly aroused cock. With her in my
arms, it’s as though life’s uncertainty doesn’t matter anymore.

I smooth her hair aside and kiss the back of her neck. “Are
you comfortable? Warm enough? Cool enough?”

Her chuckle vibrates through my chest, right into my heart. “I’m
perfect, but thanks for asking.”

“I’ll always ask.” I trail my fingertips over the curve of
her shoulder and down her arm, while tasting her smooth skin and savoring the
flavor of tropical fruit mixed with a sweetness that’s all Kelsey.

“Hmmm…” She suddenly flips over, so we’re facing one
another. “You know, not one guy I’ve ever been with has ever asked me if I’m
comfortable.”

“Not even your ex-husband? He never—”

“
Especially
my ex.”

“Your ex is an idiot.” I wrap her in my arms and pull her
close so her breasts rub my pecs as we settle in and get comfortable. I want to
hold her forever. Never let her go.

She throws her leg over my hip. Her soft pussy kisses the
tip of my erection.

My cock pulls tighter and throbs with want.

She nuzzles under my chin, her warm breath soothing and
welcome on my neck. Her fingers play in the short hairs on my pecs. She sucks
in a deep breath and seems to hold it for the longest time before letting it
out. Again and again, she does this.

I pull back and tip her chin up. “What are you thinking
about?”

She gives a one-shoulder shrug.

“Not good enough. What is it?”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lip. “At the banquet…”

“Yeah?”

She draws a figure-eight around the flat disks of my
nipples. “You seemed really passionate about all of it.”

Now I’m the one who shrugs. “I’m a vet. I like to support
fellow veterans.”

“I know, but…it seemed to be more than that.” Kelsey pushes
up onto one elbow.

I thread my fingers through her hair and smooth it down.
“I’ve been seeing a shrink at the VA Hospital for a while. And I’m doing okay.
Life is reasonably good—now.”

Kelsey nods as she continues swirling her fingertip over my
heated skin.

How much do I tell her? Does she want all of it? Can I tell
her
all
of it?

No.

She doesn’t have to know to understand. The reason I
enlisted and went over there was to keep the horror from coming home. No sense
in bringing it to Kelsey, filling her mind with the terrible things I’ve
seen—the things I’ve done.

She flattens her palm over my heart and gives me a little
shake. “Life is good now—
but
?”

My ribs crank down on my lungs for a moment. “No judging?”

Kelsey shakes her head. “None.”

“When I was over there—well, I’ve—some things stick with a
person.” I rub my forehead.

How do I put this?

“No matter how much I fill up my time, no matter how much I
tell myself that I was doing my duty…no matter how many sleeping pills I take
or how many anti-depressants I shove down my gullet, some things won’t leave me.
They lurk in the hallways of my mind, they’re in the brown eyes of a child at
the grocery store, they’re in a dirty shoe abandoned on a dusty road, and they
wait for me in a thousand other places and things I see and hear every day.”

Kelsey’s warm body comforts me in a way I didn’t know was
possible. I pull her closer and lace my fingers behind her.

“It took me a while to learn to deal with them. To figure
out how to live
around
them, maneuver through my everyday life without
tripping over them at every turn, every backfiring truck, every firework show,
every little thing that can trigger one of them and bring them to the front of
my mind, instead of leaving them safely tucked into the recesses of my memory
where they belong.”

For a few moments, there’s only our breathing to break the
silence.

Kelsey finally says, “And?”

“And most of those vets are there, on the streets, because
of something that happened to them or around them while they served our
country—protected others who will never know the sacrifices they’ve made. The
horrors that live in their minds, that have fractured their realities, that
drive them to drink or do drugs—they wouldn’t have any of that in their heads
if they hadn’t put our country first and served.”

“I can understand that.”

“
And—
any of those guys you saw on that slideshow? I
could be right there with them. Homeless. Desperate. Hungry.
Alone
.”

She shakes her head. “No. I can’t see that happening to
you.”

I lay a kiss on the top of her head. “Beautiful girl, I
appreciate your confidence in me. But really, any step along the way—if I’d
have faltered, if my doc hadn’t shown up for work one day, if I’d have called
to talk to a buddy and he hadn’t felt like dealing with my truckloads of shit,
if I hadn’t been able to open up enough and let some of it out, take the
pressure off, so to speak—yeah, I could have been.”

“So you give talks at fundraisers.”

“Yes. It’s a small thing, but it’s at least
one
thing
I can do.” I turn her over and tuck her close against me, smoothing her hair
beneath my chin. “Now, go to sleep. You’ll need your rest for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” She wiggles her ass, upping the pressure at my
crotch.

“Tomorrow, I’ll take you again and again and again. I’m
going to make you scream my name and forget your own.”