It’s Like That (6 page)

He seemed to know exactly how to touch her to keep her going. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but it built quickly this time, until it took over her body and her thoughts became even fuzzier.

“That’s it, baby, come again. You can do it.” He encouraged her, his breath hot against her ear, his hand holding her wrists tightly enough to keep her from moving but not enough to be painful. She arched her hips and her head spun. She squeezed her eyes closed and turned her head, but he said in a clipped, impatient tone, “No, look at me. Look at who’s making you come. Let me watch you.”

Her entire body tightened against the pleasure, and she opened her eyes to see his fierce gaze locked on her. He whispered her name, his eyes taking on a desperate light, and the tension in her body released in another, more powerful orgasm than the first.

He was thrusting against her hip, had been for a while, but when her orgasm ripped through her, the desperate thrusts slowed and he let out a growl. She was barely aware of the liquid heat coating her hip as she finally closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

She opened her eyes seconds later to find that he’d released her wrists. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gently stroked his hair. His hand was still buried in her pussy, and he still had his cock pressed tightly against her hip. His lips rested just beneath her ear, warming her with his harsh breaths.

“Jesus, I’m sorry. I lost it, Callie. I haven’t done that since I was a teenager.” He nipped at her earlobe before lifting his head to meet her eyes.

She rubbed her hand gently over his morning beard and smiled when he looked away looking slightly embarrassed. It was unbelievable that this man, this gorgeous man, needed reassurance from her. She nudged his face, turning his gaze back to hers. “It was hot, Chris. Seriously hot.”

He looked at her incredulously. “Hot? It was hot that I came in my boxers like a fucking teenager?”

She stroked his face gently and said, “It’s hot that you lost control so much that you couldn’t stop it. That’s what’s hot. Every woman wants to be the one to make a man lose control.”

He kissed her lightly and said, “As long as it’s with you, and only in the bedroom, I guess I don’t mind losing control.” He pulled her up so that she was sitting and said, “Come on, you need to eat breakfast. I’m sure it’s already cold.”

When she reached for her nightgown, he stopped her. “Don’t.” His gaze roamed hungrily over her body, pausing at the wet panties he’d just had his hand in. “Just like that. Nothing else. Let that be the last thing I see before I go on duty.”

In the darkness, she was more comfortable with her body. But here in the harsh, unforgiving light of day, she wanted nothing more than to cover herself. Her love handles showed, and her stomach was far from flat. She crossed her arms over her chest and considered his request.

“Don’t think about it.” He held his hand out to her. “Just do it. I’ll be half crazy the rest of the day, thinking about you sitting at the breakfast table in your cream-soaked panties and nothing else, eating pancakes like the fucking queen of England.”

She couldn’t help it. She laughed. “I don’t think any queen of England
ever
ate pancakes, much less wearing nothing but panties.”

His mouth tilted up at one corner. “Probably not. But the kings would probably have loved it.”

She eyed him mischievously and tilted her head to the side. Two could play that game. “Okay, on one condition.”

He looked vaguely unsettled, and he lifted an eyebrow. “What condition?”

She approached him, swinging her hips in what she hoped was a provocative way. When she reached him she placed her hands on the waistband of his boxers and ran her fingers lightly under the edge. “You sit around in your cum-soaked boxers, eating pancakes like you’re the fucking king of England.”

He threw back his head and laughed and jerked her into his arms. He nuzzled her neck and whispered, “I love it when you talk dirty. Deal.”

Chris sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease some of the tension there. Twenty-four-hour duty was hell, but when you only got a few hours of sleep the night before, it was sheer fucking torture. Especially when he was texting back and forth with Callie nearly the whole time. He’d called her a couple of times when he was on break, but his breaks were few and far between. The lower enlisted soldiers would slip off to sleep if he didn’t watch them, and while that was okay at 0200 hours, they were doing it at 0700. They were tired. He understood. But dammit, he’d told them to rack out the night before so they could be alert.

He climbed into his truck and pulled out his phone. He debated for a few seconds and then texted Callie.

“Need 2 c u. Home?”

He waited no more than a minute before a text came through.

“Yea. Waiting 4 u. Can sleep here if u want.”

He sent back: “Sounds good. Going by my apt to pick up clothes. Be there in 30. Want me to pick up dinner?”

A minute or so went by before his phone dinged.

“No, will order delivery. Don’t drive any more than u have 2. C u soon. Be careful.”

He smiled and tossed his phone into the passenger seat. He couldn’t remember having anyone worry over him who wasn’t in his family. It was kind of nice. He frowned at the thought, though. If she worried about him driving home, she was definitely going to worry when he went on a mission. And orders had come down today. They’d be leaving the day after the wedding, and would return…well, whenever it was completed. It probably wouldn’t take more than a week or two at most, but that meant he had a day and a half left with her before he left. This was why he’d steered clear of relationships. It was also why Navy SEALs had such a high divorce rate. The job was addictive to a SEAL and hell on a spouse. He’d seen plenty of divorces and unhappy marriages result from the job. But SEALs always seemed willing to give up on the marriage before the job. He considered the possibilities. Would he take a desk job for Callie? He blew out an irritated sigh. Probably not. At least not right now. But what if they were together for years, and she threw down the ultimatum? He discarded the idea. A SEAL’s time in the field was limited. Eventually, he’d settle into a desk job like the rest of the SEALs who came before him.
If you don’t bite the bullet first.

He acknowledged that fact with a grimace. He never left for a mission under the illusion that he was without a doubt coming home. He knew the risks, and he took them willingly. He pulled into his spot at his apartment complex and put those thoughts aside. They’d figure it out as they went. But for right now, he wasn’t going to give Callie up for a bunch of what-ifs.

* * * *

Callie jumped nervously at the knock on her door.
He’s here!
She wrung her hands and dug her nails into her palms before working up the courage to unlock the door and open it.
Jesus H. Christ.
He was still in his uniform, and she was not immune to it. No sirree, not at all. She scanned him from head to toe, unable and unwilling to stop the flood of moisture that soaked her panties. He was pressed and polished, and looked so…official and intimidating standing there in…well, she didn’t know what the uniform was called, but…
Damn.
Just…Damn. Her mouth watered and she had a sudden urge to yank him inside, pull his dick out, and blow him while he was still wearing the entire uniform. Even the hat.

“Hi,” he said softly, hefting an overnight bag onto his shoulder.

“Hi,” she breathed.

“You okay?” he asked, reaching for her.

Before he could touch her, though, she muttered, “To hell with it,” and grabbed his hand and jerked him inside. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He still had to bend down because of his height, but he slammed the door and dropped his bag so he could wrap both arms around her and lift her up to meet his lips. Their tongues tangled and their teeth clashed. She’d always thought that would be awkward, but it wasn’t. She ran her hands down his chest and focused on his belt, trying to figure it out without the benefit of sight.

“Whoa,” he said, setting her back on her feet. She looked up at him and he cursed softly. “It’s like that, is it?” He grinned, obviously all too happy for it to be
exactly
like that.

“Yeah,” she muttered, continuing to fumble with his belt. When she finally figured it out, she opened his pants and reached inside. He was already hard, just from a kiss, and she pulled him free of his pants and stood back to look at him.
Amazing.
She couldn’t believe how sexy it was—him standing there in his sharp uniform with his dick rising up from his pants. She grasped him in her hand and sank to her knees in front of him. Unwilling to waste time on teasing or buildup, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked his shaft until the head was pressed against the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” he blew out softly. “Baby, if the uniform does this for you, I’ll be happy to put it on. Anytime.” He groaned as she slid her lips back up his cock and released him. “Any fucking time, any fucking uniform.”

She tongued the sensitive bundle of nerves on the underside of his dick just beneath the head and looked up at him. His head was leaned back against the wall and his eyes were closed. His hands were pressed so tightly against the wall that his knuckles had turned white. She moaned a little, empowered with the knowledge that she could make him feel this good, and pulled him deeply into her mouth again.

“Hell yeah, baby, just like that.” His hands tangled in her hair and pulled her tighter into him. He thrust his hips gently and ground out, “You suck my cock so well, Callie.”

She sped up her motions, sucking him deep and releasing him, in time with the pressure of his hands on the back of her head. She cupped his balls in both hands and rubbed them in her palms. His groans and heavy breaths told her all she needed to know: when to speed up, when to slow down, and which pressure he liked best.

He filled her mouth to the point of bursting, and her jaw started to hurt from the vigorous blowjob, but she ignored it and focused on him. Pulling away completely, she squeezed him at the base and pulled her hand all the way up his shaft, milking him. He grunted and met her eyes. A drop of precum beaded at the tip and, when she repeated the motion, it grew larger and began to drip thickly from the end of his penis.

She stuck her tongue out, and caught it before it could escape and then sucked him deep again. “Fucking A, Callie…” He urged her on with words and motions, careful not to push too hard or too far.

Eventually, though, it had to come to an end and his frenzied motions told her he was getting close. His hips didn’t thrust gently any more, they jerked against her and she gagged on him a couple of times. But she didn’t stop, and neither did he, too desperate for release.

“Fuck…Callie, I’m gonna come.” He let go of her head, giving her the choice to pull away or stay. She wanted to see his face when he came, but knew the pleasure would be better if she kept her mouth on him.

She sucked and pulled and milked until his hips arched and he cried out her name. Hot, thick spurts of semen flowed from his cock, coating her mouth and tongue. She swallowed and pulled him to the back of her throat again as more filled her mouth. She swallowed against the head, and felt his hands grip her hair.

“Fuck yeah…swallow my cum, baby, swallow it all.” He looked down at her, his eyes glazed from the intensity of his orgasm. “Suck me dry, Callie, drain my fucking balls.”

She sucked until he tugged on her shoulders and pushed her away. His hands fisted and he hissed when she released him from her mouth.

He sagged against the wall, his breathing heavy. She sat back on her knees and watched him, amazed and elated that she could do this to him.

When he lowered his head and looked at her, he laughed softly. “Well don’t you look like the cat that got the cream. Literally.” He grasped her arm and pulled her to her feet and hugged her tightly. “Miss me?”

She giggled and buried her face against the stiff, starched fabric of his uniform.

“Mmm, guess so,” he murmured. He turned and gently walked her into her bedroom. “Your turn,” he said, pushing her down onto the bed.

She didn’t need him to reciprocate, especially when she hadn’t shaved yet today and was overly aware of her body because of it. “Chris, I just—”

“No, Callie. I don’t get an amazing blowjob and get to come in your mouth, and not get to give you something in return.”

He jerked the button of her jeans open and pulled them down her legs, dragging her hips to the edge of the bed as he did. When her jeans and panties were disposed of, he knelt between her legs and pushed them apart.

“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispered reverently. “Sweet, tight little hole, a nice big clit, puffy lips, and always creamy, just for me.” He licked her once before pulling away and saying, “Perfect. And you taste like Italian cream.” He pushed two fingers inside her and pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, massaging lightly. “I can’t wait to get my cock in you and see how all that cream feels when you come around me.”

She moaned his name and he focused on her clit with a single-minded intensity that made her cry out. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue and then scraped his teeth across it, fucking her with his fingers all the while. He massaged the tender little bud with his tongue while his fingers reached somewhere inside her that made her legs involuntarily twitch.

He pulled back and watched her closely, and did it again. Her hips arched and her legs went into spasms as an intense, almost orgasm-like pleasure shot through her instantly. He laughed under his breath and whispered, “Aha. There it is.”

He returned his attention to her clit, tonguing the little bud until she was on the verge of orgasm. Then, suddenly, he sucked her clit hard, and pressed his fingers against that spot inside her and rubbed.

Her body convulsed and a scream escaped her throat as electric waves of intense ecstasy ripped through her entire body. She shook from head to toe and her body bowed with tension for long, agonizing, exhilarating minutes before collapsing to the bed, utterly limp. He licked her clit in a barely there caress one last time and she cried out at the intensity.