Thots or something like it

Then the strangest thing started happening – you got some text messages that seemed actually to be to you. Nothing too personal at first, and not necessarily specifically responding to something you wrote, but somehow some of the invitations to text, and some of the messages sent out seemed to be inviting more of the types of texts that you sent when you lied to yourself and told yourself there was a chance that you might send a ray of light back to someone who brightened your life.

You know that you were sending photons their way, if you want to be technically accurate, but that isn’t the same as bringing some emotional brightness into someone’s life, and not even the most pedantic physicist would argue that it was. You just – you found that not just the thing that they’re best known for – or even the persona they don when talking to fans in a large-scale platform – or even their passion project that they seem a little bashful about promoting – all of it combined with the little glimpses through the vulnerability they allowed showed you a soul you were desperately in love with. Not necessarily in a “I need to marry you/spend the rest of my life with you” or even in an unhealthy “I can fix you” sort of way. In a “you bring a beautiful uniqueness to the universe, and if I can give you a little spark of that beauty back in a way you can receive it, I will be satisfied” sort of way.

The themness of them, right there behind their eyes, shining through every slightly awkward smile, or gut-rolling laugh, just adds oxygen to your day, and a shimmer to every moment. You want them to have a moment of that joy in return, and so you keep sending those thoughts into the ether, knowing full well they will never see it.

Then you get a text message from a number you don’t have saved in your phone. Just a short little quirky message that could have come from the other number, addressing you by name and thanking you for the beauty you are adding to their life.

You debate it for hours, certain that this is just a more sophisticated catfish than the usual “no, really I am celebrityXYZ’s true private account, and I just want to get to know you better” on social media. Then you remind yourself that you’ve been sending those photons into the ether in the hopes that maybe you could reach them. So, you do the only thing you can think of to confirm – you text the publicly available number and ask if they can confirm the middle two digits of the last 4 digits of the number you just received a text from.

They appreciate an esoteric test like that, and text the publicly available number that “While Scott Adams made a compelling case for the ultimate answer to be 42, I disagree, and clearly it was 39.” Your eyes widen, because this is the first time that you are absolutely certain that you aren’t making this up. Why would they send that within 3 hours of your text message. There was no other context around that statement. They have been known to send silliness without context or apparent purpose, but this was not only nonsense for no political, or promotional purpose you could determine, it also was the answer to your question. You didn’t actually pass probability and statistics a billion years ago, but your brain is acutely wired to run likelihoods without doing the specific math and spitting out reasonably accurate odds without you understanding how it knew.

You start to text your best friend that you know you can tell anything, and they won’t judge you, but then you stop. This can be just yours for now, and if it ends up being someone making an absolute fool of you, perhaps one of the people they surely pay to administer that account for them, you avoid making that foolhardiness more known than necessary.

You text the other number back with a simple but sappy message. “I’m so glad. I always told myself that if I happened to run into you in person when neither of us was clearly otherwise engaged or on the way to an appointment, I would ask you if I could give you a 30 second hug – to give my heart a chance to tell your heart what beauty it has brought to my life.”

Only moments later you get a picture of their face looking soft in a way that you haven’t seen outside of scripted moments, and your heart shatters and grows three sizes a la the Grinch.

You can’t believe it and shoot them a quick picture of your happy grin.

“I get the feeling that I’d enjoy that hug very much.”

You read that message over and over. You try to think of something witty to say in reply, but you know that you are tapped out of pre-planned comments, and now you’re feeling overly self-conscious.

Finally, you type back, “Maybe opportunities will align, and we can find out.”

The next few months include various text messages back and forth, you asking about their day, sharing snippets of funny stories from yours. As you share about your life, you get more comfortable and when they ask about your day, you are honest when it’s a tough day. You also share in more detail how their art helps you identify things you want to talk about with your therapist, helping you heal wounds that you hadn’t acknowledged to yourself for the longest time.

One day you get a different type of message, “Remind me again if the statistical data you signed up with is accurate – is this where you live?” You are surprised and respond without thinking “Yes, but not just that state, this city.”

“Okay, I have some work-related travel coming up to your state soon, and it’s actually not too far from where you live. Would you like to give us that chance to find out if I like your hug as much as we both think I will?”

You start panicking. You hoped that if you got that chance, it would be a much smaller interaction. You feel awkward and like you’re going to flub this up and become one of those “creepy fans” that celebrities tell their fellow celebrity friends about when they are commiserating about the difficulties of being in the public eye.

You start a dozen different responses, before typing out a brief, “That sounds amazing. What dates are we talking?”

They get back to you with the dates they’ll be in a nearby city. It is only 30 miles away and runs from a Thursday to a Wednesday. You are surprised and pleased to realize that you don’t have any major plans conflicting during that time frame. You check the site that details the fan conventions they participate in, to see if there is one during that weekend. It turns out that there isn’t, so you don’t know what is bringing them to town, but you are excited that they’ll be there.

“Is there a time during that week you’ll be less busy? I know that the nature of your work is long days, and slightly unpredictable. I’d hate to accidentally turn it into not even 30 seconds of a hug because of your schedule.”

“We can make sure there is enough time no matter what. In this case, I’ll be working most of the time, but the Sunday will be free time. Would you like to maybe meet up for coffee or brunch?”

You realize that you are now riding the line of possibly going on a date with this person. The one that you have found yourself spending an unhealthy amount of time thinking about, reminding yourself that they are a real person not just the fantasy that you’ve woven in your head over time.

“Yeah, meeting up for brunch would be lovely.”

You keep your texts short because you don’t want to babble as much as you know you will in person. You’re trying to avoid them realizing that you’re so unprepared for this interaction before you meet in person, so you have a chance to bring them that joy you’re hoping for.

“Do you have a favorite brunch place in either town?”

You panic slightly again because you don’t do brunch often. “Any food restrictions I should know about?”

“I’m good at figuring out what I can eat based on the menu, nothing massive like vegan, no.” They send you some gifs indicating that anything is good to go.

You find yourself grinning and chuckling a bit, sending some gifs back hoping to make them grin.

You do a quick search and find a fun French café in your town that not only has wonderful, traditional options, the website also indicates that they are open to substitutions to accommodate special dietary needs.

“What about this one?” You send a link to the French café.

“That looks like it would be a lot of fun! Can I pick you up, or do you want to meet there?”

You are taken aback; they’re offering to pick you up. If they weren’t the celebrity that you’ve been thinking about you wouldn’t want to start by them showing up at your house. On the other hand, you imagine what it would be like for them to share a vehicle with you on the way to and from the café, and the parking situation near the café isn’t the best.

You start to text your bestie a dozen times and delete them. Now that you’ve been texting this person for months, trying to explain how things got to this stage in order to bounce this off of them.

“Parking is a little crazy there, let’s carpool. I’ll send you my address closer to the day?”

“Sounds like a plan, I look forward to meeting you in person!”

They sound sincere, and you hope that you can be yourself, but not too awkward in the process.

The morning has arrived. You’ve obsessed over the outfit, done all your hygiene routine, and made sure that you look both not over-dressed, but also well put together. You texted your address to them after they sent you a photo from inside the local airport, still unable to believe this is really about to happen.

You receive a text telling you they are on their way, and you go through your place reviewing your checklist – wallet, keys, cellphone, making sure you have everything you need, including the cash for the parking lot closest to your destination. You pinch yourself on the inside of your bicep just to make sure this isn’t a dream and move to the door when you hear the knock.

There they were. You can’t control the grin that spreads over your face. “It’s really you.” They smile back. “It’s really me. Are you ready?”

“I am.”

You kick yourself mentally for not managing anything more engaging than that. You get into the passenger seat of the hybrid rental they’d driven, and make sure they’ve got the right address in their navigation system to head to the café. You ask about travel to your area, trying to find a way to start a conversation without sounding like an asshole. You point out the parking lot and pay for the spot once parking is secured.

As you walk toward the café they take your hand and ask you about some of the sights or what you know about the café. After getting seated and looking at the menu, they grin at the variety of mimosas available. “Well, I think we should get at least two and see which one we like best.”

You grin slightly, and agree, knowing that the delicious food will be enough to sop up the alcohol, and you can’t believe that they’ve indicated that they’ll share their drink with you.

After enjoying brunch and sharing equally the mimosas, unable to determine which is best, you return to the car and they drive you home. You find the courage to ask them if they’d like to come inside so you can give them that hug you’d mentioned before. They grin at you and say they thought you’d let them leave without asking about it, and they’re glad you didn’t.

You open the door and walk in, turning to welcome them into your home. They stepped in and waited for you to shut your door.

“So how are we doing this?” They ask, a smirk on their face.

“I’m going to hug you, and in my head, I’m going to count to 30, in your head you’re going to do the same, when we reach 30, we’ll tighten our grip, so we know when we’ve both counted to 30 seconds and let go. If that works for you? Otherwise, we could set a timer, I suppose.”

“That sounds good” they stepped closer arms open in invitation.

You step into their embrace, looping one arm over their shoulder, and the other around their waist. As your body comes in contact with theirs you focus, thinking about how their passion project made you feel, how their overall body of work makes you feel, how you appreciate so much the opportunities you’ve had to explore your own feelings and truths because of the truths they’ve portrayed in their work, all while counting in your head slowly to 30. When you reach thirty, you squeeze a little tighter and continue to hold on, and just concentrate on trying to convey your care and appreciation for the human in your arms while you stand there. You feel their body melt slightly into yours as a long sigh leaves their body, and imperceptibly their arms start to tighten. You start to release your grip, as agreed.

“No, please, longer.” Their voice is muffled against your neck where their face has come to rest. You tighten your grip in response. You press your whole body more firmly against theirs and let the hand around their waist spread wide and slide up and down their back slightly. You feel your body softening and warming as you think about them and feel their body and their warm breath against your neck. You tip your face in toward their neck and find your lips pressing soft kisses to their pulse point before you realize what you’re doing. Their breathing stutters slightly and their arms tighten. Their lips nibble at your neck in response. You murmur against their neck, “I’m sorry, this is more than we’d discussed.”

They press another kiss on your neck, nibbling toward your jawline, “I know, but I’m okay with this. Did you want to have a more explicit conversation?”

“Yes, I just want to make sure that we’re both enthusiastically consenting. The last thing I want is any regrets for either of us.”

You feel their sensuous lips curve into a smile against your cheek, “God, you’re such a beautiful soul! Okay, let’s go somewhere to talk.” They loosen their grip on you as you also pull back slightly. You smile up at them and gesture toward your couch. Their hand slides down your arm and their fingers intertwine with yours allowing you to lead the way. You feel a flush covering your cheeks as you smile over your shoulder at them as you walk to your couch. You settle on one end of the couch, pulling them to settle on the other end, keeping your fingers linked.

“So, um.” You find yourself suddenly tongue-tied looking at their face, unable to believe that you’re about to have this conversation. You close your eyes and swallow, and then spit out in a quick sequence of words “Would you like to have sex with me? If not that’s totally fine, but if not, did you want to make out, and if so, what is the limits you’d like, and if not that either, that’s totally fine, and I’m sorry if I just made this crazy awkward.” Your eyes open as your teeth clamp onto your lower lip with anxiety. You see a grin on their face, and you’re enchanted to see that expression in person, but still completely wracked with worry that you have screwed up what could have been a beautiful memory of a lovely visit.

Their face softens as they look at you and see your anxiety, and their fingers tighten on yours. “I think part of the questions we need to talk about is what you are comfortable with and want.” Their voice is so calm and patient you feel your tension melting.

“I would be lying if I said that I haven’t had some fantasies over the years. So obviously there is part of me that is screaming ‘Yes, please, right now!’ but at the same time, I know that part is based on the perceptions of you that were built up from what you showed to the public. The rest of me that has gotten to know that real human you are is so overwhelmed with softness toward you and would love to share every part of me with you, but only if that is something that sounds good to you as well. And if sex, or lovemaking, is too much, but making out isn’t, I’m game for that. If you want nothing more than a longer session of holding each other, possibly on the couch, or my bed, but no actual intent for anything sexual, I’m good with that too.”

They smiled at you and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your fingers. “So, what I’m hearing is that you want to have sex, or even possibly make love, with me, but only if me, the whole human being you’ve been getting to know via text message and this outing today, wants it as well.”

You feel your cheeks redden more, and you smile softly, finding it easier to meet their eyes, “Yes, that is what I’m saying about what I’d like. And now I’d love to know what you’d like.”

They lean back slightly “and if I say that all I want is to lie in your arms for an hour or so, and possibly exchange some soft non-sexual kisses, you would be okay with that?”

“Yes.” Your reply is simple, your voice sincere, you smile confident.

“Do you understand how incredibly sexy that is?”

You laugh a little. “If I say yes, then it seems like my statement is a trap designed to lure you into what I want, and not the genuine feeling I have. If I say no, after you ask that with that slight gravel in your voice indicating that you find it sexy, it’s disingenuous in a completely different way. Thanks for giving me a no-win question.” You wink at them, and they laugh a full belly laugh that you’ve heard in videos, but never expected to hear in your living room.

“Your intelligence and quick wit are just two of the many reasons why I’m here on this couch with you right now.” They shift a little closer on the couch, their leg brushing against yours. “To answer more fully, I find myself drawn to you. Your hug definitely communicated something to my heart that mere words have never conveyed. Part of me would like to just do the lying next to you, holding you in my arms, because I suspect that our hearts would continue to commune in a way that we could both use. But I also know that my body responds to you so strongly that I want to have the option for more. I don’t have anywhere I have to be today until around eight, so let’s talk about how to check in with each other as the day goes on?”

You feel your heart melt even more. “How can you possibly find exactly the right thing to say? I love the idea of starting just holding each other and letting things develop organically. Shall we use the standard green, yellow, red color scheme to check in with each other?”

“That sounds good to me,” they press another kiss to your fingers. “So here on the couch?”

“Or we could go to my room. Color check?” You smile and pull their fingers to your mouth for a kiss as you ask.

“Green” they smile and stand pulling you to your feet with them.

You lead them to your room and shut the door behind you both. You let go of their hand long enough to peel back the blankets and top sheet on your bed. You both kick off your shoes and climb onto the bed, heads on the pillows, facing each other, legs casually entwined, arms wrapping around torsos, pulling bodies to touch.

Your eyes close as you feel the warmth of the care you feel for them flow through you again. You nuzzle your face into their neck, feeling their head tucking into the crook of your own neck in response. You keep breathing deeply, just letting your bodies melt into each other. You feel a warmth gathering in your center, and your lips start sucking lightly at their neck, kissing your way up to their ear. Their hand slid down your back to grip your ass and pull it more firmly against their hips. You murmur “green” against their ear, and their other hand grips your hair close to your scalp pulling your face back to meet their eyes. “Green,” their voice is rough with arousal, and you can see their pupils are wider than the dim lighting would necessitate. You grind your hips against theirs, feeling the building shared arousal, your hands slip under their shirt, ghosting along their waist, nails biting in slightly as your fingers find the dimples in their back. You feel a whimper escape your throat at the same time as a moan slips from their lips. Your eyes flip to their lips and back up to their eyes, as you both lean in for a kiss that starts soft, but quickly grows breathless and hungry. Teeth scraping over lips, tongues teasing each other, flipping just under the sensitive edge of the upper lip, and breaking apart to only shift angles and meet again.

You roll to your back, pulling them on top of you, one leg sliding between theirs, hips rocking as your hands grapple to push their shirt off even while not wanting to let their lips slide from yours. They use their grip on your hair to pull your head back once more, even while pressing their hips more firmly to yours. They quickly strip of their shirt and grin down at you. “Green?”

“Green,” you are surprised by how needy your voice is, you know that you are intensely turned on, and you can feel the evidence of their arousal against you, but you still didn’t expect to sound like you would die if things stopped.

They grunt just before they roll you reversing your positions, stripping your shirt off and running their hands down your torso, nails flicking lightly at your nipples. You lean down, hands caressing their cheeks, thumb brushing over their lower lip while you surprise them with a kiss on the tip of their nose.

Their eyes flip open at the surprise and you press another kiss just between their brows before leaning down and taking their mouth with yours. Their hands flex into your flesh, gripping your chest firmly as their hips roll against yours. Then their hands slide around your torso and are used to help flip your positions once more. Their hands move down to your pants, pausing with their hands on the fastening “green?”

“Yes, Green, GREEN.” Your voice isn’t just needy, it’s also greedy. Your hands start to join theirs.

“Let me.” Their voice is gruff with desire, and their eyes flick between yours and what they’re doing. Watching your body emerge from it’s wrapping, like it’s the best gift they’ve received.

Your hips lift slightly helping them bare your lower half, fingers reaching for them, wanting to see them too. Their hands intercept yours, fingers intertwining with yours, and pulling your hands up for some soft kisses while they meet your eyes. “Let me have a few minutes to just enjoy you, then you can have your turn?”

Your heart melts slightly as you realize that they are thoroughly invested and your fingers tighten slightly as you whisper, “yes.”

They squeeze slightly then let go of your hands, moving backwards and letting their hands slide down the outside of your legs to your ankles, pausing there to bracket them for a moment before sliding up the insides, gently urging you to spread your legs for them to kneel between them. You feel the soft friction of their jeans against the insides of your knees and you shift on the bed, arching your hips toward them, realizing that your body is going to ask for things that your mind is still unable to believe are happening with this person. You’ve thought of them as a beautiful human being, but one that would never realize you even existed, let alone want to spend time with you like this. And now. Now their fingers curved slightly so their nails scrapped at your inner thighs as they approached your center. You look up and see that their eyes are focused on your face, gauging your reactions by your expressions more so than what your body was doing where their hands were starting to explore. They were clearly generous lovers who wanted to learn how to please you, not just by making your body respond, but seeing that your mind is engaged and agreeing.

“Green?”

Your eyes flutter shut for a moment as a grin blossoms across your face. “Green.” Your voice is now firm and confident, as you lose yourself in the moment. Even if you never expected it, you will absolutely revel in every moment of this. Your eyes slowly re-open to meet theirs so they can watch how your arousal progresses and responds to their actions. Once your eyes are open again, they lower themselves, and press kisses around your navel before kissing further down your body. Their mouth joins their hands while their eyes stay focused on you. There is one moment where they hum in pleasure and the vibrations go right through you and your hips jolt upwards into the contact. 

You whimper slightly as you feel everything gathering and growing in pressure.

They continue and find even more places and motions that drive you even higher and closer to that precipice. “God, I’m close, I’m going to cum” your voice is harsh as you try to warn them of how strongly they are affecting you.

They wink while meeting your eyes and not stopping what their hands and mouth are doing to you.

A long moan shudders out of your mouth as your hips stutter against their ministrations, and you feel the tremors across your whole body as you hit the peak. They guide you through and down the other side before sliding up next to you, pressing their mouth to yours. You taste yourself mixed with the flavor that is uniquely them and you whimper slightly as you feel a new layer of arousal try to stir within you.

You roll them onto their back and bracket their wrists with your hands, pinning them next to their head as you smile down at them. “My turn!  Green?”

Their grin was wide as their hands flexed then relaxed, acquiescing to staying still “Definitely green.” They purr into your mouth as you close your lips over theirs.

Your tongues slide against each other, and your teeth nip into their lower lip before you kiss along their jawline to their ear. You suck lightly at the sensitive spot below their ear before sliding down their body, your mouth tracing wide hot kisses down their throat, across their chest, pausing to lave and nibble at a nipple, then tracing a line to the other. Their breath catches in their throat with a whimper, and rips back out again with a loud groan.

Your eyes flick up to meet theirs as you grin at them before continuing down. Your hands side ahead of your mouth, unfastening their pants as your mouth pauses at their navel. You dip your tongue inside before angling off to their hip bone. You drag your teeth over the sensitive flesh just inside the hollow of their hip bone. You suck on their lower abdomen then sit up, grinning at the picture they make with their arms still pressed next to their head, pupils blown wide, and mouth open as they pant with arousal. You strip their clothes off them and slide up between their legs. Mouth biting slightly at the insides of their thigh before they break and tangle their hands in your hair tugging you closer to their core. You lift up slightly, fingertips barely brushing their sensitive flesh, eyes locking on theirs as they pant out “greeeen, please.”

You open your mouth, darting your tongue out to swirl around the most sensitive point on their body before surrounding it with your mouth. You use gentle suction and swirling motions with your tongue, and expert touches of your fingers to drive them quickly up the path to their own explosion. Their hands tug harder at your hair, clearly lost in the pursuit of their pleasure. They pant out a warning that they’re about to cum, and you increase your efforts to make them fly past that point of no return.

You guide them through their orgasm, and then back down to gently float in the afterglow, before sliding up along their body to cuddle into them. Your bodies intertwine and you feel your hips rolling together in a gentle afterglow. They press their lips to yours in a deep, intimate, but soothing kiss.

“I’m so glad that I responded to your text.”

You feel a flush of pleasure tint your cheeks. “Me too.”

“Listen, my life…”

“Don’t worry,” you interrupt gently, “I don’t have any illusions that we are going to have a picket fence and a Brady Bunch kind of life.”

“I want to see you again the next time I’m in the area, is that something you’re open to?”

Then the strangest thing started happening – you got some text messages that seemed actually to be to you. Nothing too personal at first, and not necessarily specifically responding to something you wrote, but somehow some of the invitations to text, and some of the messages sent out seemed to be inviting more of the types of texts that you sent when you lied to yourself and told yourself there was a chance that you might send a ray of light back to someone who brightened your life.

You know that you were sending photons their way, if you want to be technically accurate, but that isn’t the same as bringing some emotional brightness into someone’s life, and not even the most pedantic physicist would argue that it was. You just – you found that not just the thing that they’re best known for – or even the persona they don when talking to fans in a large-scale platform – or even their passion project that they seem a little bashful about promoting – all of it combined with the little glimpses through the vulnerability they allowed showed you a soul you were desperately in love with. Not necessarily in a “I need to marry you/spend the rest of my life with you” or even in an unhealthy “I can fix you” sort of way. In a “you bring a beautiful uniqueness to the universe, and if I can give you a little spark of that beauty back in a way you can receive it, I will be satisfied” sort of way.

The themness of them, right there behind their eyes, shining through every slightly awkward smile, or gut-rolling laugh, just adds oxygen to your day, and a shimmer to every moment. You want them to have a moment of that joy in return, and so you keep sending those thoughts into the ether, knowing full well they will never see it.

Then you get a text message from a number you don’t have saved in your phone. Just a short little quirky message that could have come from the other number, addressing you by name and thanking you for the beauty you are adding to their life.

You debate it for hours, certain that this is just a more sophisticated catfish than the usual “no, really I am celebrityXYZ’s true private account, and I just want to get to know you better” on social media. Then you remind yourself that you’ve been sending those photons into the ether in the hopes that maybe you could reach them. So, you do the only thing you can think of to confirm – you text the publicly available number and ask if they can confirm the middle two digits of the last 4 digits of the number you just received a text from.

They appreciate an esoteric test like that, and text the publicly available number that “While Scott Adams made a compelling case for the ultimate answer to be 42, I disagree, and clearly it was 39.” Your eyes widen, because this is the first time that you are absolutely certain that you aren’t making this up. Why would they send that within 3 hours of your text message. There was no other context around that statement. They have been known to send silliness without context or apparent purpose, but this was not only nonsense for no political, or promotional purpose you could determine, it also was the answer to your question. You didn’t actually pass probability and statistics a billion years ago, but your brain is acutely wired to run likelihoods without doing the specific math and spitting out reasonably accurate odds without you understanding how it knew.

You start to text your best friend that you know you can tell anything, and they won’t judge you, but then you stop. This can be just yours for now, and if it ends up being someone making an absolute fool of you, perhaps one of the people they surely pay to administer that account for them, you avoid making that foolhardiness more known than necessary.

You text the other number back with a simple but sappy message. “I’m so glad. I always told myself that if I happened to run into you in person when neither of us was clearly otherwise engaged or on the way to an appointment, I would ask you if I could give you a 30 second hug – to give my heart a chance to tell your heart what beauty it has brought to my life.”

Only moments later you get a picture of their face looking soft in a way that you haven’t seen outside of scripted moments, and your heart shatters and grows three sizes a la the Grinch.

You can’t believe it and shoot them a quick picture of your happy grin.

“I get the feeling that I’d enjoy that hug very much.”

You read that message over and over. You try to think of something witty to say in reply, but you know that you are tapped out of pre-planned comments, and now you’re feeling overly self-conscious.

Finally, you type back, “Maybe opportunities will align, and we can find out.”

The next few months include various text messages back and forth, you asking about their day, sharing snippets of funny stories from yours. As you share about your life, you get more comfortable and when they ask about your day, you are honest when it’s a tough day. You also share in more detail how their art helps you identify things you want to talk about with your therapist, helping you heal wounds that you hadn’t acknowledged to yourself for the longest time.

One day you get a different type of message, “Remind me again if the statistical data you signed up with is accurate – is this where you live?” You are surprised and respond without thinking “Yes, but not just that state, this city.”

“Okay, I have some work-related travel coming up to your state soon, and it’s actually not too far from where you live. Would you like to give us that chance to find out if I like your hug as much as we both think I will?”

You start panicking. You hoped that if you got that chance, it would be a much smaller interaction. You feel awkward and like you’re going to flub this up and become one of those “creepy fans” that celebrities tell their fellow celebrity friends about when they are commiserating about the difficulties of being in the public eye.

You start a dozen different responses, before typing out a brief, “That sounds amazing. What dates are we talking?”

They get back to you with the dates they’ll be in a nearby city. It is only 30 miles away and runs from a Thursday to a Wednesday. You are surprised and pleased to realize that you don’t have any major plans conflicting during that time frame. You check the site that details the fan conventions they participate in, to see if there is one during that weekend. It turns out that there isn’t, so you don’t know what is bringing them to town, but you are excited that they’ll be there.

“Is there a time during that week you’ll be less busy? I know that the nature of your work is long days, and slightly unpredictable. I’d hate to accidentally turn it into not even 30 seconds of a hug because of your schedule.”

“We can make sure there is enough time no matter what. In this case, I’ll be working most of the time, but the Sunday will be free time. Would you like to maybe meet up for coffee or brunch?”

You realize that you are now riding the line of possibly going on a date with this person. The one that you have found yourself spending an unhealthy amount of time thinking about, reminding yourself that they are a real person not just the fantasy that you’ve woven in your head over time.

“Yeah, meeting up for brunch would be lovely.”

You keep your texts short because you don’t want to babble as much as you know you will in person. You’re trying to avoid them realizing that you’re so unprepared for this interaction before you meet in person, so you have a chance to bring them that joy you’re hoping for.

“Do you have a favorite brunch place in either town?”

You panic slightly again because you don’t do brunch often. “Any food restrictions I should know about?”

“I’m good at figuring out what I can eat based on the menu, nothing massive like vegan, no.” They send you some gifs indicating that anything is good to go.

You find yourself grinning and chuckling a bit, sending some gifs back hoping to make them grin.

You do a quick search and find a fun French café in your town that not only has wonderful, traditional options, the website also indicates that they are open to substitutions to accommodate special dietary needs.

“What about this one?” You send a link to the French café.

“That looks like it would be a lot of fun! Can I pick you up, or do you want to meet there?”

You are taken aback; they’re offering to pick you up. If they weren’t the celebrity that you’ve been thinking about you wouldn’t want to start by them showing up at your house. On the other hand, you imagine what it would be like for them to share a vehicle with you on the way to and from the café, and the parking situation near the café isn’t the best.

You start to text your bestie a dozen times and delete them. Now that you’ve been texting this person for months, trying to explain how things got to this stage in order to bounce this off of them.

“Parking is a little crazy there, let’s carpool. I’ll send you my address closer to the day?”

“Sounds like a plan, I look forward to meeting you in person!”

They sound sincere, and you hope that you can be yourself, but not too awkward in the process.

The morning has arrived. You’ve obsessed over the outfit, done all your hygiene routine, and made sure that you look both not over-dressed, but also well put together. You texted your address to them after they sent you a photo from inside the local airport, still unable to believe this is really about to happen.

You receive a text telling you they are on their way, and you go through your place reviewing your checklist – wallet, keys, cellphone, making sure you have everything you need, including the cash for the parking lot closest to your destination. You pinch yourself on the inside of your bicep just to make sure this isn’t a dream and move to the door when you hear the knock.

There they were. You can’t control the grin that spreads over your face. “It’s really you.” They smile back. “It’s really me. Are you ready?”

“I am.”

You kick yourself mentally for not managing anything more engaging than that. You get into the passenger seat of the hybrid rental they’d driven, and make sure they’ve got the right address in their navigation system to head to the café. You ask about travel to your area, trying to find a way to start a conversation without sounding like an asshole. You point out the parking lot and pay for the spot once parking is secured.

As you walk toward the café they take your hand and ask you about some of the sights or what you know about the café. After getting seated and looking at the menu, they grin at the variety of mimosas available. “Well, I think we should get at least two and see which one we like best.”

You grin slightly, and agree, knowing that the delicious food will be enough to sop up the alcohol, and you can’t believe that they’ve indicated that they’ll share their drink with you.

After enjoying brunch and sharing equally the mimosas, unable to determine which is best, you return to the car and they drive you home. You find the courage to ask them if they’d like to come inside so you can give them that hug you’d mentioned before. They grin at you and say they thought you’d let them leave without asking about it, and they’re glad you didn’t.

You open the door and walk in, turning to welcome them into your home. They stepped in and waited for you to shut your door.

“So how are we doing this?” They ask, a smirk on their face.

“I’m going to hug you, and in my head, I’m going to count to 30, in your head you’re going to do the same, when we reach 30, we’ll tighten our grip, so we know when we’ve both counted to 30 seconds and let go. If that works for you? Otherwise, we could set a timer, I suppose.”

“That sounds good” they stepped closer arms open in invitation.

You step into their embrace, looping one arm over their shoulder, and the other around their waist. As your body comes in contact with theirs you focus, thinking about how their passion project made you feel, how their overall body of work makes you feel, how you appreciate so much the opportunities you’ve had to explore your own feelings and truths because of the truths they’ve portrayed in their work, all while counting in your head slowly to 30. When you reach thirty, you squeeze a little tighter and continue to hold on, and just concentrate on trying to convey your care and appreciation for the human in your arms while you stand there. You feel their body melt slightly into yours as a long sigh leaves their body, and imperceptibly their arms start to tighten. You start to release your grip, as agreed.

“No, please, longer.” Their voice is muffled against your neck where their face has come to rest. You tighten your grip in response. You press your whole body more firmly against theirs and let the hand around their waist spread wide and slide up and down their back slightly. You feel your body softening and warming as you think about them and feel their body and their warm breath against your neck. You tip your face in toward their neck and find your lips pressing soft kisses to their pulse point before you realize what you’re doing. Their breathing stutters slightly and their arms tighten. Their lips nibble at your neck in response. You murmur against their neck, “I’m sorry, this is more than we’d discussed.”

They press another kiss on your neck, nibbling toward your jawline, “I know, but I’m okay with this. Did you want to have a more explicit conversation?”

“Yes, I just want to make sure that we’re both enthusiastically consenting. The last thing I want is any regrets for either of us.”

You feel their sensuous lips curve into a smile against your cheek, “God, you’re such a beautiful soul! Okay, let’s go somewhere to talk.” They loosen their grip on you as you also pull back slightly. You smile up at them and gesture toward your couch. Their hand slides down your arm and their fingers intertwine with yours allowing you to lead the way. You feel a flush covering your cheeks as you smile over your shoulder at them as you walk to your couch. You settle on one end of the couch, pulling them to settle on the other end, keeping your fingers linked.

“So, um.” You find yourself suddenly tongue-tied looking at their face, unable to believe that you’re about to have this conversation. You close your eyes and swallow, and then spit out in a quick sequence of words “Would you like to have sex with me? If not that’s totally fine, but if not, did you want to make out, and if so, what is the limits you’d like, and if not that either, that’s totally fine, and I’m sorry if I just made this crazy awkward.” Your eyes open as your teeth clamp onto your lower lip with anxiety. You see a grin on their face, and you’re enchanted to see that expression in person, but still completely wracked with worry that you have screwed up what could have been a beautiful memory of a lovely visit.

Their face softens as they look at you and see your anxiety, and their fingers tighten on yours. “I think part of the questions we need to talk about is what you are comfortable with and want.” Their voice is so calm and patient you feel your tension melting.

“I would be lying if I said that I haven’t had some fantasies over the years. So obviously there is part of me that is screaming ‘Yes, please, right now!’ but at the same time, I know that part is based on the perceptions of you that were built up from what you showed to the public. The rest of me that has gotten to know that real human you are is so overwhelmed with softness toward you and would love to share every part of me with you, but only if that is something that sounds good to you as well. And if sex, or lovemaking, is too much, but making out isn’t, I’m game for that. If you want nothing more than a longer session of holding each other, possibly on the couch, or my bed, but no actual intent for anything sexual, I’m good with that too.”

They smiled at you and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your fingers. “So, what I’m hearing is that you want to have sex, or even possibly make love, with me, but only if me, the whole human being you’ve been getting to know via text message and this outing today, wants it as well.”

You feel your cheeks redden more, and you smile softly, finding it easier to meet their eyes, “Yes, that is what I’m saying about what I’d like. And now I’d love to know what you’d like.”

They lean back slightly “and if I say that all I want is to lie in your arms for an hour or so, and possibly exchange some soft non-sexual kisses, you would be okay with that?”

“Yes.” Your reply is simple, your voice sincere, you smile confident.

“Do you understand how incredibly sexy that is?”

You laugh a little. “If I say yes, then it seems like my statement is a trap designed to lure you into what I want, and not the genuine feeling I have. If I say no, after you ask that with that slight gravel in your voice indicating that you find it sexy, it’s disingenuous in a completely different way. Thanks for giving me a no-win question.” You wink at them, and they laugh a full belly laugh that you’ve heard in videos, but never expected to hear in your living room.

“Your intelligence and quick wit are just two of the many reasons why I’m here on this couch with you right now.” They shift a little closer on the couch, their leg brushing against yours. “To answer more fully, I find myself drawn to you. Your hug definitely communicated something to my heart that mere words have never conveyed. Part of me would like to just do the lying next to you, holding you in my arms, because I suspect that our hearts would continue to commune in a way that we could both use. But I also know that my body responds to you so strongly that I want to have the option for more. I don’t have anywhere I have to be today until around eight, so let’s talk about how to check in with each other as the day goes on?”

You feel your heart melt even more. “How can you possibly find exactly the right thing to say? I love the idea of starting just holding each other and letting things develop organically. Shall we use the standard green, yellow, red color scheme to check in with each other?”

“That sounds good to me,” they press another kiss to your fingers. “So here on the couch?”

“Or we could go to my room. Color check?” You smile and pull their fingers to your mouth for a kiss as you ask.

“Green” they smile and stand pulling you to your feet with them.

You lead them to your room and shut the door behind you both. You let go of their hand long enough to peel back the blankets and top sheet on your bed. You both kick off your shoes and climb onto the bed, heads on the pillows, facing each other, legs casually entwined, arms wrapping around torsos, pulling bodies to touch.

Your eyes close as you feel the warmth of the care you feel for them flow through you again. You nuzzle your face into their neck, feeling their head tucking into the crook of your own neck in response. You keep breathing deeply, just letting your bodies melt into each other. You feel a warmth gathering in your center, and your lips start sucking lightly at their neck, kissing your way up to their ear. Their hand slid down your back to grip your ass and pull it more firmly against their hips. You murmur “green” against their ear, and their other hand grips your hair close to your scalp pulling your face back to meet their eyes. “Green,” their voice is rough with arousal, and you can see their pupils are wider than the dim lighting would necessitate. You grind your hips against theirs, feeling the building shared arousal, your hands slip under their shirt, ghosting along their waist, nails biting in slightly as your fingers find the dimples in their back. You feel a whimper escape your throat at the same time as a moan slips from their lips. Your eyes flip to their lips and back up to their eyes, as you both lean in for a kiss that starts soft, but quickly grows breathless and hungry. Teeth scraping over lips, tongues teasing each other, flipping just under the sensitive edge of the upper lip, and breaking apart to only shift angles and meet again.

You roll to your back, pulling them on top of you, one leg sliding between theirs, hips rocking as your hands grapple to push their shirt off even while not wanting to let their lips slide from yours. They use their grip on your hair to pull your head back once more, even while pressing their hips more firmly to yours. They quickly strip of their shirt and grin down at you. “Green?”

“Green,” you are surprised by how needy your voice is, you know that you are intensely turned on, and you can feel the evidence of their arousal against you, but you still didn’t expect to sound like you would die if things stopped.

They grunt just before they roll you reversing your positions, stripping your shirt off and running their hands down your torso, nails flicking lightly at your nipples. You lean down, hands caressing their cheeks, thumb brushing over their lower lip while you surprise them with a kiss on the tip of their nose.

Their eyes flip open at the surprise and you press another kiss just between their brows before leaning down and taking their mouth with yours. Their hands flex into your flesh, gripping your chest firmly as their hips roll against yours. Then their hands slide around your torso and are used to help flip your positions once more. Their hands move down to your pants, pausing with their hands on the fastening “green?”

“Yes, Green, GREEN.” Your voice isn’t just needy, it’s also greedy. Your hands start to join theirs.

“Let me.” Their voice is gruff with desire, and their eyes flick between yours and what they’re doing. Watching your body emerge from it’s wrapping, like it’s the best gift they’ve received.

Your hips lift slightly helping them bare your lower half, fingers reaching for them, wanting to see them too. Their hands intercept yours, fingers intertwining with yours, and pulling your hands up for some soft kisses while they meet your eyes. “Let me have a few minutes to just enjoy you, then you can have your turn?”

Your heart melts slightly as you realize that they are thoroughly invested and your fingers tighten slightly as you whisper, “yes.”

They squeeze slightly then let go of your hands, moving backwards and letting their hands slide down the outside of your legs to your ankles, pausing there to bracket them for a moment before sliding up the insides, gently urging you to spread your legs for them to kneel between them. You feel the soft friction of their jeans against the insides of your knees and you shift on the bed, arching your hips toward them, realizing that your body is going to ask for things that your mind is still unable to believe are happening with this person. You’ve thought of them as a beautiful human being, but one that would never realize you even existed, let alone want to spend time with you like this. And now. Now their fingers curved slightly so their nails scrapped at your inner thighs as they approached your center. You look up and see that their eyes are focused on your face, gauging your reactions by your expressions more so than what your body was doing where their hands were starting to explore. They were clearly generous lovers who wanted to learn how to please you, not just by making your body respond, but seeing that your mind is engaged and agreeing.

“Green?”

Your eyes flutter shut for a moment as a grin blossoms across your face. “Green.” Your voice is now firm and confident, as you lose yourself in the moment. Even if you never expected it, you will absolutely revel in every moment of this. Your eyes slowly re-open to meet theirs so they can watch how your arousal progresses and responds to their actions. Once your eyes are open again, they lower themselves, and press kisses around your navel before kissing further down your body. Their mouth joins their hands while their eyes stay focused on you. There is one moment where they hum in pleasure and the vibrations go right through you and your hips jolt upwards into the contact. 

You whimper slightly as you feel everything gathering and growing in pressure.

They continue and find even more places and motions that drive you even higher and closer to that precipice. “God, I’m close, I’m going to cum” your voice is harsh as you try to warn them of how strongly they are affecting you.

They wink while meeting your eyes and not stopping what their hands and mouth are doing to you.

A long moan shudders out of your mouth as your hips stutter against their ministrations, and you feel the tremors across your whole body as you hit the peak. They guide you through and down the other side before sliding up next to you, pressing their mouth to yours. You taste yourself mixed with the flavor that is uniquely them and you whimper slightly as you feel a new layer of arousal try to stir within you.

You roll them onto their back and bracket their wrists with your hands, pinning them next to their head as you smile down at them. “My turn!  Green?”

Their grin was wide as their hands flexed then relaxed, acquiescing to staying still “Definitely green.” They purr into your mouth as you close your lips over theirs.

Your tongues slide against each other, and your teeth nip into their lower lip before you kiss along their jawline to their ear. You suck lightly at the sensitive spot below their ear before sliding down their body, your mouth tracing wide hot kisses down their throat, across their chest, pausing to lave and nibble at a nipple, then tracing a line to the other. Their breath catches in their throat with a whimper, and rips back out again with a loud groan.

Your eyes flick up to meet theirs as you grin at them before continuing down. Your hands side ahead of your mouth, unfastening their pants as your mouth pauses at their navel. You dip your tongue inside before angling off to their hip bone. You drag your teeth over the sensitive flesh just inside the hollow of their hip bone. You suck on their lower abdomen then sit up, grinning at the picture they make with their arms still pressed next to their head, pupils blown wide, and mouth open as they pant with arousal. You strip their clothes off them and slide up between their legs. Mouth biting slightly at the insides of their thigh before they break and tangle their hands in your hair tugging you closer to their core. You lift up slightly, fingertips barely brushing their sensitive flesh, eyes locking on theirs as they pant out “greeeen, please.”

You open your mouth, darting your tongue out to swirl around the most sensitive point on their body before surrounding it with your mouth. You use gentle suction and swirling motions with your tongue, and expert touches of your fingers to drive them quickly up the path to their own explosion. Their hands tug harder at your hair, clearly lost in the pursuit of their pleasure. They pant out a warning that they’re about to cum, and you increase your efforts to make them fly past that point of no return.

You guide them through their orgasm, and then back down to gently float in the afterglow, before sliding up along their body to cuddle into them. Your bodies intertwine and you feel your hips rolling together in a gentle afterglow. They press their lips to yours in a deep, intimate, but soothing kiss.

“I’m so glad that I responded to your text.”

You feel a flush of pleasure tint your cheeks. “Me too.”

“Listen, my life…”

“Don’t worry,” you interrupt gently, “I don’t have any illusions that we are going to have a picket fence and a Brady Bunch kind of life.”

“I want to see you again the next time I’m in the area, is that something you’re open to?”

You know this is a question within a question. Henry is asking if you are good to enter playtime as much as how you have been filling your time while he was on a shoot. You take a deep breath, feeling your breasts and soft tummy pressing against his firm bulk. “Sir, she has been doing her best to take care of your best girl and tend to her creative pursuits.”

He growls approvingly against your pulse point where your neck meets your shoulder as he bites down, sucking hard marking you as his. “Good girl. Are you ready to be my little slut? Is there anything that we need to take care of first?”

You whimper as you feel the blood rushing to the mark he’s left on you, your legs getting weaker as you hear his follow up question. You have been missing him and his way of making you feel so good. “Yes, Sir. Please use me, make your best girl your best slut. Only for you.”

He lifts his head, and you can see his pupils already widening as he presses you tighter into the wall as he smiled down at you watching your eye blow wide when his cock presses against your soft tummy. “You really are my best little slut, aren’t you?” His voice is gravelly, as he runs his hands down your arms to place your hands over his shoulders as he squats down. His hands shift to your thighs and double taps the outsides, sliding his hands around to your plush ass.

You always hesitate for a second when he does this, even though you know better.

“Oh, does my girl need to be reminded who is in charge?”

You bite your lips closed and look back into his eyes, realizing that you’d looked away from his gaze in that moment of doubt. He knows you have had bad experiences with partners in the past, and with the way society talks about larger women. He also has shown you so many times that he loves every inch of you, so he doesn’t tolerate you not obeying when you’ve consented to playtime. “Sorry, Sir. Yes, your girl may.” You move your legs around his waist as his hands grip into your ass, your arms tightening around his neck as he stands, lifting your weight easily.

“Now, I want you to tell me good things about my girl, for as long as it takes to make it into the bedroom.”

“Yes, Sir. Um,” you lick your lips as his cock presses against your pussy while he walks “your girl, I mean, I am beautiful.” Your voice is wavering from a mixture of arousal, and contrition as you realize that your hesitation shows lack of trust in him and his word. “I am intelligent, I am sexy as hell, I am..” your voice pauses as he slows his pace and starts massaging your ass under the hem of your shorts as he carries you.

“You are?” His voice is stern.

“I am loving, I am creative, I am strong, I am pliant, I am good…” you pause to take a breath and keep your eyes fixed on his face as you talk, your fingers clench in his shirt as you feel your arousal building more, “I am enthusiastic, I am,” you lick your lips again, “always hungry for you, Sir!” Your pussy clenches around nothing as he crosses the doorway into the bedroom, his foot sweeping the door closed behind him.

“Well, you did a pretty good job, my little slut,” he growls against your lips before taking them in a deep, passionate kiss, “but that last item was less of a good thing about you, and more of you asking for something from me. Between that and your hesitations, I think you know what’s coming. Tell me.”

Your eyes flash open, having fluttered shut during the kiss. “Punishment, and you best not cum slut, until you say, Sir.”

“That’s right, pet. Now stand here next to the bed and strip for me. Make sure you don’t take any extra time or touch yourself anywhere without my permission.”

You unwind your arms and legs sliding down to the floor letting go of him as soon as your feet are on the ground. You feel your legs try to give way and you stabilize them with a slightly wider stance as your hands grab the hem of your loose t-shirt. As you pulled it over your head, you thought it was a good thing that you hadn’t expected him home, so you were wearing your comfy clothes. It gave you fewer things to remove and fewer opportunities to accidentally add to your punishment by making your arousal stronger separate from Henry’s instructions. You toss the shirt in a perfect arc into the hamper before grabbing the waistband of both your shorts and your underwear, moving your feet closer together to step out of both articles of clothing. They join your shirt, and you return to standing next to the bed, your legs spread wide enough to avoid giving yourself any pressure or relief while you wait, interlacing your fingers behind your back at your waist. You tip your head back slightly, so you can meet his eyes, then hold still. You know when you’re in this state that even the brush of your hair on your bare skin can act as a source of pleasure, winding you tighter. You know that he knows and that you won’t escape further punishment.

He is standing next to the toy box across from you, eyes watching as you follow instructions and wait for more. “There’s my good little slut. Now, by my count, we have three hesitations, one not really good thing, and that means some good spanking, and no cumming until I say. Then cumming as often as I say. Does that sound right?”

That question is another of your phrases that you’ve agreed upon. You blink quickly, not wanting to cry, but feeling all the emotions rioting through you as you know that if you said either the phrase for pause or stop, all of this would instantly change tone. You take a deep breath and focus on his eyes, their blue bringing peace to you as you smile softly and reply. “Sir, that sounds like you know what your best girl needs.”

His lips curl into your favorite smile, it is wide and a little devilish, full of promises about the night. “I love to hear that, pet. When I sit down, I expect you to tell me something good about my best girl as you assume the position.” He turns and opens the toy box pulling out three colors of rope, and the leather paddle, before turning back to you. He walks to the bed, setting the rope and paddle on the bed before stepping in front of you and keeping eye contact, while unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves. He had come home right from an interview to promote a project that would be releasing soon. He knew how much you loved seeing him in slacks and an oxford with rolled up sleeves. He had removed his tie and opened the first two buttons on his shirt before making it into the house.

You keep your eyes on his, but see his sleeves being rolled up in your peripheral vision. You swallow hard, working to make sure that you can say something good about yourself when he sits down. You don’t want to hesitate again.

He sits on the side of the bed, and you move as you hear the springs depressing “Sir, I am true to myself.” You complete your sentence as you drape your torso over his lap. Your breasts flatten against his left thigh, and you tipped your head to your left, waiting for his instructions.

He lets you stay there for three long breaths then his left hand comes up and smooths your hair away from your face so he can see your eyes. “That is why you are my best girl. Now, count it out.”

His right hand caresses your ass before lifting and falling with a snap.

“One,” your voice is fairly calm at this point, but your mind is racing. He didn’t specify how many he was going to spank you.

“Good girl,” Henry’s voice is deeper and raspier, before his hand lifted and snapped back against your ass again.

“Two,” your voice is a little shaky now, but you take a deep breath to steady yourself.

“Remember…” He lets his voice trail off.

“No cumming until you say so, Sir,” you work hard to keep the whine out of your voice.

“There’s my best girl.” The slap resounded, echoing in the room.

“Three,” you let out a little whimper on this one but pull yourself back. You feel his fingers against your cheek and look up out of the corner of your eye, knowing that is the signal to make eye contact so he can see you are still obeying him.

Another crack echoes and you know your ass is turning bright red. “Four,” you fight the urge to shift, to put try to get any sort of relief from your growing arousal, you let your eyes speak for you about how turned on you are, but you keep your breathing as even as you can, even as it grows ragged.

His hand falls heavily again and your voice cracks as you say “Five.” Your eyes are starting to fill with tears from the effort of being his best little cum slut and taking the punishment he has decided on for your lack of trust in him and lack of love for yourself. You know you’ve grown so much, with your therapy, and the work you’ve done to do better taking care of yourself, but you know you have more to do on your path toward healing.

You feel Henry’s hand smoothing over your bright red cheeks, pausing as they slide just past the weeping entrance to your core, smoothing your arousal around your slick lips, purring in appreciation. “My best girl is really enjoying this, hmmmm?” He pinches the reddest spot on your ass, and you jolt slightly, your mouth falling wide open as you suck in a breath.

“S-s-sir, your girl knows you love her and only correct her to help her in her process of loving herself more.” You let out a shaky breath. “But your cum slut would be lying if she didn’t admit that she’s definitely still wanting you to fuck me hard, and let me cum a lot. Your hand feels so good on my ass, even when it’s slapping it. Especially when you’re slapping it.” You end on a moan.

“Good cum slut, don’t you cum yet.  You’re only half-way through your punishment.”

You can’t hold back the slight whine, but you keep your eye on his as you reply “Yes, Sir.”

He picks up the flogger and slides the leather paddle over your ass, then pulls his arm back and brings it down sharply.

“S-s-i-xxx..” Your voice is very wobbly, but even as your pussy clenches around nothing, you keep your eye fixed on Henry’s face. The tears slide out of your eyes and your breathing continues to shake as you cry out the distrust and sadness.

“Seven” your voice cracks again echoing the sound of the leather striking your ass.

“Good girl,” Henry purrs licking his lower lip as he watches your face shudder through the edges of an orgasm but fight it back.

He puts the flogger down for a moment and presses is thumb into your slick channel, twisting it slightly and wiggling, feeling your involuntary clenching as you try to get more of him deeper. He pulls his thumb out and traces a lazy figure 8 around your clit, watching your face as you shudder and pant through the sensations.

“Please, Sir.” You whimper, unable to hold back from asking, as you feel the pleasure filling your body.

“Not yet.” His voice is stern as his hand pulls away. The slap of the paddle shocking you and making you writhe against him.

“E-eigh-ttt” You whimper.

“Stay still my good little slut, or no orgasms tonight at all. Take a deep breath. Find your center. Be my best girl.”

You take a deep breath and still on his lap, opening your eyes again and finding his.

“Are you ready to be my best girl?”

You recognize the consent check and take another deep breath before stating calmly. “I love being your best girl, Sir, please let me be your best girl now.”

He grins, those dimples and slightly crooked teeth always turning you to putty in his hands. “That last one doesn’t count, as you well know.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The paddle falls again. “Eight” your voice is determined now. You feel yourself wavering on the edge of something more, but going deeper into your truest self, and loving yourself in this moment. You can see the gleam in his eyes as he recognizes what he sees in yours.

“Two more, pet.”

The resounding crack echoes again, and you take a shaky breath before saying “Nine.”

The paddle traces a figure eight over your ass cheeks, leaving you wondering when it will fall again. Then it lifts and connects quickly and sharply.

“Ten.” You breathe out a small sigh of relief, knowing that you did what Henry wanted, and you learned, again, how important it is to trust that he means what he says about loving every inch of you.

You jolt and whine when you feel his hand rest against your ass. It’s on fire now, and you weren’t quite prepared. He didn’t spank, he is just rubbing soothing circles, but with enough pressure that he knows your body is flying toward orgasm again as you feel the pain push toward pleasure in your brain.

“Who is my best cum slut?”

“I am, Sir!” Your breath is coming in short pants as you try to hold back, because he still hasn’t told you to cum, and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing and your thighs growing slicker by the moment.

“That’s right, beautiful! And what do good girls NOT do until they’re told?”

“Ugh, they don’t,” you bite your lips and grunt, “cum until they’re told to, Sir.”

“That’s right my little fuckpuppet. I know you want to. I can feel your body fighting you trying to get there, especially when I do things like this,” he curves his fingers slightly, so his blunt nails scrape across the tender, inflamed skin.

“Oh, Oh, Oh, Sir, Pl Pl Pl Pl PL…uuuuuggghhh, PLEASE!!!” Your voice is a slurry of grunts, moans and gasps as you fight against your body’s fast race toward pleasure.

“Not yet, poppet. You hesitated, so now you get to hesitate here too.” His hand leaves your flesh entirely.

“You’re my best girl but need to remember that hesitating isn’t allowed without a safe word.”

“UUuhh…oh…” your breath is wheezing in and out of your mouth and nose, making noises like a steam engine. “Yessssss, Siirrrrr….” Your voice trails off in a whimper.

“Oh, my little whore can’t wait to be allowed to cum, can she? You’re really fighting so that you can prove you’re my best girl and cum slut and not a mindless floozy.”

You take a deep, slow, breath and let it out, counting the beats of your heart slowing down as your clit stops throbbing and the threat of orgasm recedes. “Yes, Sir. I am your best girl. I am smart. I am able to control myself, including not hesitating when Sir gives an instruction.”

His voice starts as a rumble deep in his chest, a hum of satisfaction. “Goood, girl.” His left hand brushes your hair away from your face again, resting on the crown of your head, thumb tracing the edge of your ear.

“Now, once you’re ready, it’s time to stand up again, face away from me, legs spread wide, and bend over so I can see exactly what type of effect I’ve had on you.”

You whimper slightly, but immediately say “Yes, Sir.” You take another deep breath and shift your weight back toward your feet, keeping your hands behind your back until you’re told otherwise. You are thankful that you’ve been keeping up with your exercise routine to build a strong core even under your softer layers, so you can be his best girl. You can feel the approval in his gaze as you lift yourself without moving your hands from behind your back.

“Oh, there’s my best girl.” He grins up at you as you move to stand in front of him, his dimples distracting you, and you keep your head turned toward his, even as you turn your body away from him. You position yourself as instructed, feeling the coolness of the air hitting your wet flesh, you shiver slightly before you feel his fingers tracing over your ass once more. This time starting at the apex of your ass on both sides at once, dragging slowly from fingertips to nails as he moves down towards your core. He pauses when he is close and slides his thumbs under the edges of your ass cheeks spreading them further, to see your bud flexing with the arousal coursing through you again.

“Oh, Sir, you are so good to your best girl.” Your voice wavers slightly, but you are determined to continue to prove how well you listen and learn.

“My best girl deserves only the best things in life.” He murmurs it and you realize he’s leaning forward as his breath wafts across your right ass cheek. He leans closer and presses a kiss right where he can see a welt has formed. Then he sits back and watches your pussy flex and push more proof of your arousal out, because of the angle you’re at, it slides over your hard clit.

“Look at you so turned on, so close to cumming, but knowing that cum sluts don’t cum until they’re told.” He shifts his hands so his left hand continues to prop your ass cheeks open so he can blow cooling streams of air against your asshole, while his right hand glides down through the moisture creating a slick track on one side of your core, slipping to just above your clit, and pressing deeply against the bundle of nerves, watching your holes convulse, and your clit stand out even more proudly, begging for direct stimulation.

“Oh, Sir. Please. I’m so close. You. I’m So. Sir??’ You are starting to lose focus, your vision greying out slightly from the pleasure taking all your concentration to avoid slipping over the edge. You feel so exposed, and seen, but also so loved and valued that you only feel more turned on knowing he can see the direct results of his attentions.

“Not. Yet.” His hands leave your body, his right hand delivering a quick back-hand slap to your exposed slit.

“Ye – uuuuuuuugh – oh – Yes, fuuuuck, yes Sir.” You fight back from the edge, and he watches your arousal continue to flow down your thighs, waiting until he sees the spasms stop in your clit.

“Oh, you really are my best little slut willing to do whatever you’re told, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Your breath is still ragged, but you sound more certain now since you’ve managed to fight your way back from the edge again.

“Good, stand up, turn around and strip me.”

You moan in relief, knowing that means that you’ll be allowed to use your hands to touch him, or at least his clothes now. You stand back up again, turn to face him, then unclasp your hands and bring them around in front of you. Before you can touch his shirt, his hands capture yours, bringing them one at a time up to his mouth for kisses.

“How are you doing, pet? How is your circulation?”

“I’m doing so very good, Sir, and my fingers are completely fine, not the least bit tingly.”

“Good girl.” He smiles and drops your hands, and you quickly move your fingers to his shirt. You unbutton it rapidly, tugging it out of his pants, then sliding it down over his shoulders and off his arms, turning to place it in the hamper before returning to gather the fabric of his undershirt in your hands. The soft cotton bunching and gathering easily in your fingers before you pull it off and over his head, then put it in the hamper. When you return, he has stood up.

“On your knees, slut.” His voice is practically a growl, and you whimper as you drop to your knees, shifting to keep eye contact, letting your fingers find and unfasten his belt and pants without looking away from his eyes.

They are practically black from how wide his pupils are with his arousal, and if you had any doubt, you had to maneuver carefully to avoid nudging at his hard cock while you finished unfastening his pants.

“One at a time, or all at once, Sir?” You pause with your hands holding the two sides of the fly, waiting for your next instruction.

“All at once and show me how much of a slut you are for my cum, but using your tongue, and just your tongue to enjoy the flavor collected for you, until I tell you differently.”

Your eyes flutter half-closed as you realize that he is determined to keep you right on the edge, with the play tonight, but you keep your eyes on his as you pull his briefs and slacks down, letting them pool by his ankles, sliding your hands back up his legs, enjoying the feel of the crisp hair against your fingertips. When they meet at the apex of his thighs, around the base of his cock, you keep your eyes on his as you open your mouth wide and flick your tongue, leaning closer and using the muscle memory of how close to his body and your hands you need to be to gather the precum from his slit.

You shiver slightly as you taste his tang, then lean back slightly, tongue still extended until you see his eyes flick down to see, before you pull it quickly into your mouth and swallow hard, moaning as the taste drives you higher. You promptly extend your tongue again, and lean forward, flattening your tongue to swab across the throbbing head of his cock, gathering all the smeared spunk from him, letting him watch you swallow every bit.

“Oh, good girl, now let me feel that throat. I wanna fuck your throat now. You ready?” His voice is a husky whisper as his fingers twine in your hair.

“Yes, please, use your cum bucket, Sir!” You cry out then open your mouth, softening your tongue forward over the edge of your lower teeth and rolling your top lip around your teeth to protect him from damage, even as he thrusts deep into your throat. You barely have a chance to suck a deep breath through your nose and consciously relax your throat before he is deeply seated. Your nose pressed to his soft curls, your cheeks hollowed, and you swallow then hum some of that breath out, knowing how much he enjoys those vibrations along his member.

“Fuck, your throat is so good on me! You are such a good slut, sucking on my cock, giving up oxygen just for my pleasure.” His voice is now an exultant crow as his hips thrust forward even though there is no deeper for him to go, before he starts thrusting fast and furious, his fingers gripping your hair tighter and pulling slightly as he uses you to chase his high.

You work to time your breathing around his thrusts, unable to contain the moans and whimpers that sound around his cock, as you feel yourself flying along after him, nearly sliding over the edge before you remember you can’t without permission and take a series of deep breaths without letting out any air, to focus you away from cumming.

He feels the tension in your mouth and grins. “Gonna cum down your throat, baby. You’re my best girl and such a good cumslut I’m going to fill you up over and over tonight. Don’t cum yet, though. One more for the not really good thing. FUUUCCCCK”

You work to swallow convulsively as you feel the hot ropes of cum painting your throat and then your tonsils as he pulls back slightly. You know to keep sucking lightly, lapping at the tip of his cock as he comes down from his high, until he pulls your head back off him entirely. Your eyes are wet with unshed tears from your frustrated arousal.

“Oh, you’re so fucking pretty like that, looking dumb and needy because of my cock in your throat and a good spanking.”

Your mouth still hanging slack and open you nod, still looking up at him.

“Is my best girl ready for her reward?”

You swallow hard and clear your throat to reply “Yes, Sir, yes, please. Your beautiful, smart, talented, kind, sweet, loving, best girl is soo ready.”

“Oh, listen to her able to compliment herself so effectively.” He grins and releases your hair offering you one hand. “Stand up and position yourself on the bed on your back, ready for ropes.”

You grasp his hand feeling the warmth comforting your heart as his thumb traces a soft pattern on the back of your hand while you stand, then letting go as you climb onto the bed, crawl to the center near the top, then lie on your back, settling your shoulders and hips then finding his eyes with yours.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He steps out of his pants then leans over and kisses your forehead then picks up one of the ropes, the purple one, and forms the double loop hitch to secure your wrists. You offer them to him, trusting him as he slides them over your hands and up your forearms slightly. As he tightens the grip of the rope against your arms, you feel the bite of the hemp pressing designs into your skin. You breathe deeply.

Then he moves your hands above your head, fastening the rope to the hook above the headboard, so your arms are at about a 45-degree angle above your head, not putting undue pressure on your thorax, as the breath play, if it happens, will come from other sources, and he is always careful to be certain about how far he pushes you physically.

You blink a few times, feeling the tears of being completely safe and loved sliding out of your eyes. You keep your eyes fixed on his face so he can see your tender expression and know that the tears are good tears.

He leans down again, his heart so full seeing you look at him like that and presses a kiss to your forehead and one to the tip of your nose.

“Remind me of the safe word, love?”

“Curmudgeon” you giggle through your lightly flowing tears, remembering when you settled on that, since you would never describe Henry that way, and certainly not during play time.

“Good girl, and your current state?”

“Peach Cobbler.”

He winks at you. “Excellent. Now relax your left leg.” He walks around the bed picking up the blue rope and grasps your ankle. As your leg raises, you move your right knee up to prevent over straining your back. He rests your ankle on his shoulder, and ties an intricate web around your thigh, then loops a layer around your ankle, pulling it close to your thigh before taking the tail toward the top left corner of the bed. Your leg now resting high and wide.

“My best girl is doing?”

“Peach Cobbler, Sir.” There is a slight whine to your voice as even the process of the rope sliding along your body and securing you always leaves you feeling close to the edge, and with all the attention you’ve already had tonight, you are even more susceptible than usual.

“Good girl.” His voice is a sultry purr now, as his hand grips your right ankle and props it on his shoulder, his other hand holding the pink rope. Then he works to secure you in a similar manner, stepping back to admire his work once you are fully secured.

You tug slightly at the ropes feeling your breathing deepen and relax as you know you are not able to move. “Thank You, Sir.” Your voice is deep and syrupy as you feel the arousal that has been building all night pour through your body like wax into a mold, filling every inch of you with pleasure and security at the same time.

He grins and licks his lips as he crawls over the foot of the bed directly between your thighs. He bites a mark into the back of each of your thighs just below the curve of your ass.

You know that if you manage to position yourself to not feel the welts from the spanking in the next couple of days, these marks will be there to remind you of how much you are loved, and of the lessons from tonight. Your fingers twist around to secure themselves around the rope to help ground yourself more.

“That’s my best girl.” He grins up from between your legs, over the soft hills of your stomach and breasts, watching your eyes as he sticks his tongue out and licks up your juices from the left side of your slit. Scooping up every drop until he is just above your clit. He presses a kiss to your mound, then pulls back to repeat the long, slow lick up the right side of your slit.

“Oh, please, Sir. Please make me cum over and over again for you. Please.” You feel yourself so close to the edge already even though he’s barely touched you since getting you secured.

He grins and blows a soft puff of air right across your clit. “Does my little slut wanna feel like the whore she is, doing anything to get all the orgasms, and spasms flying through her body?”

“Uuuuggghh…Yes, Please, Please, please! Please make me forget what words are. Make me the filthiest whore for you!”

He licks his lips again, and then murmurs right against your clit “Then cum hard now, fuck puppet.” As his words end, he wraps his lips around your clit and starts sucking, as two fingers plunge into your channel.

The permission combined with the stimulation snaps the band of control you’ve had all night. You swear that you haven’t closed your eyes, but you can’t see anything, you can’t hear anything over the rush of blood in your ears, and are unaware of the flow of filth from your mouth, not hearing all the curses and encouragement and gratitude you are spewing to Henry as his mouth stays pressed to you, while his fingers twist encouragingly inside of you. Your core clenching so tightly that if he wasn’t as strong and determined as he was, his fingers would have been pushed out of you.

He keeps up the attention, as you start to slide down from the peak. “Keep cumming.” He pulls back only long enough to give the order loudly enough for you to hear before pushing a third finger into your dripping pussy and twisting to curl his fingers against that spot inside that pushes you even higher. You gasp for breath, unable to do anything but take all the pleasure he’s giving you, the ropes creaking against the bedframe and hook from your shudders, your clit starting to recede behind its hood from the overstimulation, he hooks his lips around his upper teeth and presses it back so his tongue can continue to draw little designs against the bundle of nerves, keeping the high flying every time it starts to slack off. You don’t have any idea if it’s just one hours long orgasm, several orgasms ripping through you in succession, or even how much time is actually passing, head tossing from side to side as your body continues to take the pleasure.

Suddenly the mewling sound you’ve been making shut off and your body relaxes. He lifts his head and looks up at your face, your eyes are wide open and looking for his, the only tension visible in your face. He straightens his fingers and scissors them open a few times, letting you focus on the blue of his eyes to ground you and murmurs.

“There’s my little fuck toy. So overcome with pleasure that your body isn’t letting you feel it now. Are you ready for what is going to happen next?”

You nod dumbly, unable to speak, then remember that no words still have signals, even while tied up. You blink slowly once, then a pause, four times, then a pause, and three times. Then you lick your lips.

“Oh, pet, I love you too.” He grins as he rises on his knees and you can see his cock throbbing hard again, proudly standing ready to take you. He moves closer to your core, keeping his fingers inside until the last possible moment, keeping the stimulation nearly constant, as he starts filling you with his heat as his fingers go up to your mouth for you to taste your arousal on him.

You suckle like it is an oasis in the desert and he pulls his fingers back out, using his thumb to trace lazy circles around your clit as he slides very slowly all the way in and all the way out. He keeps thrusting at this torturously slow pace – or it would have been torturous, but your body is barely even letting you know that you’re so full you just feel complete.

“Fuuuck, princess, you are so wet and tight around me, and you are fully overwhelmed. When I stop and let your body realize that it can cum again, you’re going to milk me dry. You’re practically going to suck my balls up into you, aren’t you?”

You whine slightly as you process his words.

He moves his thighs to surround your ass, then puts his arms up alongside your shoulders, caging you in as he slides home one more time. He kisses your forehead, nose, eyelids, then brushes the softest of kisses across your lips. You feel his weight pressing you deeper into the mattress as his face nestles next to your ear.

“My best girl. Oh, you’re so good for me. I’ve got you. You’re totally safe. The world can’t touch you. You are mine.”

The feel and sound of these words along with the feeling full of and surrounded by Henry is like a dam breaking. All the sensations that he did after you stopped responding hit your system in a tidal wave. Your vision blacks out again and you fly higher than you have yet. You are vaguely aware of Henry’s curses of pleasure as your core sucks rope after rope of his cum from him.

When you come back to yourself you find that your legs and arms have been released, and Henry is kissing your lips with the softest of butterfly kisses, urging you back. Your legs are loosely arranged over his, your arms by your sides, and you grope upward, feeling his sides, nails biting in lightly to let him know you were coming back.

“There you are, precious one. I missed you so much while I was filming. You are so good for me.” His voice is gentle as he praises you and feels you stretch slightly under him and your pussy clench slightly around his softening member, causing him to fall out.

“Oh, Henry, I missed you too. Thank you.”

“Nearly done, my best girl, but I still need to finish the cleanup.” He pulls away from you and disappears into the en suite to get a warm washcloth, coming back in and cleaning up your thighs and pussy, gently removing all the evidence of your wild lovemaking.

You’ve had some luck with the Navy personnel stopping into Skye Lemoore in the past. Your friends asked if you wanted them to come with you, but you didn’t want to have to do a post-mortem if you didn’t manage to snag some Naval personnel to fuck you senseless.

You took the time to shower off the day and selected your flirtiest cocktail dress. You styled your hair, so it looks tousled and flirty and add makeup to accent your full lips and deepen your eyes. Convinced that you’ve gotten yourself in the right look and mindset to prowl, you slide your feet into your heeled sandals and fasten the slim straps around your ankles.

You drive over to Lemoore and are happy to see that the parking lot is already pretty busy, and you can hear the sounds of a good night already underway. You saunter into the noise and walk through to the far end of the bar before ordering your favorite cocktail. You take your glass and move to a high-top near the small dancefloor and sit, letting your eyes rove around the club, leaning forward slightly so your cleavage shows off to its best advantage.

Bob had decided that since he was going to be shipping out in two days, he could stand to go and find a final fling. It was important to him, as always, that his partner also be looking for the same thing. He wouldn’t be the type of asshole that so many military members, and Naval aviators, are just out to break hearts and rack up as many numbers as possible. It wasn’t the reputation he wanted to leave behind, but he also did his best to avoid letting his fellow aviators know when he’s on the prowl. As a result he made noncommittal noises when they asked if he wanted to go to Micky’s Bar and Grill for some nine-ball, and headed back to his quarters to get cleaned up after the day’s work. He put on some crisp jeans, and a blue oxford shirt that he’s been told makes his eyes look even deeper. After tossing on some cologne, he headed out and pulled into the Skye Lemoore.

He took a seat between the bar and the dance floor, back to the wall, allowing him a good view of the door. When you walk in with your red dress flitting around your thighs, he knows who he wants to take home. He watches you get your drink and sit next to the dancefloor, and he heads over to the bar, and orders two more cocktails to match the first you ordered. He slides up next to you and says “I see that your drink is nearly gone, and I thought maybe you’d share another with me to see if I can convince you to dance with me?” There’s a slight quaver to his voice, that is smoothed out by him slowing down his speech pattern and letting the slight drawl deepen his timbre.

You look up and assess the sweet smile, sapphire eyes, and tidy blond hair draping across his forehead. You smile slowly as you recognize the “birth control” glasses trying to hide those eyes as Navy issue. “Sure,” you smile and introduce yourself, “have a seat” you gesture to the seat across from you at the high-top.

Bob slides in, his long legs brushing yours under the table. “What brings you here tonight?” He asks, finding that the quiet conversation while sipping at the drinks is more within his comfort. He knows these dance steps well, just not as a public display. You feel yourself relaxing more as his eyes lock on your face. You haven’t felt so completely the focus of attention in quite some time.  You feel your thighs growing slightly lax even as you try to come up with a way of saying “to get fucked” without sounding crass. There’s something about his sweet smile that makes you want to be slightly less direct than you’ve been in the past. “I had a rough week at work and wanted to start the weekend without any trace of it left in my mind.” You smile flirtatiously and lean forward more watching his eyes track down to the roundness of your breasts pressing against the top of your dress, looking like they’ll spill out, as you recross your legs under the table, letting your foot brush along his legs under the table. “How about you?”

Bob smiles again “I’m looking to have a little farewell celebration tonight, as I’m heading to a new duty on Sunday.”

You grin, “Well, I hope I can help you make a memorable and favorable farewell to Lemoore.”

His eyes darken, slightly and he sets down his mostly finished drink with a decisive snap. “Would you like to dance with me?”

You set your glass down as well and slide off the barstool, placing your hand in his proffered one. “I’d love a dance.”

A new song started up just as you hit the floor, and you giggle as you recognize Secrets by P!nk. How very appropriate, you think as your body finds a rhythm with Bob’s. His demeanor before the dance floor hadn’t left you confident that he would be a good dance partner, direct, but seeming shy. As you find your hands looping behind his neck and his on your hips directing into a close grinding dance that keeps up with the bouncing beat, you realize that you underestimated this one, and you may have a mind-blowing night in front of you.

After a few more dances that leave you feeling even more affected than the alcohol you lean up and pull Bob’s head close so you can whisper in his ear “take me home and finish the night right?” You feel the smile on his lips right before the press against your neck in a soft kiss. “I’d love to,” his voice is nearly a growl against your ear. As your breath catches, you get another tantalizing nose full of his cologne and realize this cologne is now going to do things to your body any time you smell it. You let your breath with a little chuckle that ends in a moan as his hand wraps around onto your ass, just a small squeeze and stroke.

“My truck okay?” He has your hand in his as he helps you wind through the crowd to the exit.

“Yes, please,” you are very aware of how your legs are already a little too loose for walking, you don’t want to have to concentrate on driving too.

As you approach the silver Silverado you look at him and grin “okay, I should have asked first. I may need help getting in, that’s not a short truck.”

“Don’t worry darlin’, I’ve got you,” he opens the door like the gentleman he is, then turns you into a soft and sweet kiss just inside the open door. You realize slowly that his hands on your waist aren’t just holding you close for the kiss, but also lifting you into the truck. Your head pops up in shock as your ass hits the seat. He shoots you a lopsided grin as his hands slide down your legs, pressing a kiss to your knee before stepping back to allow you to swing your legs into the truck and shutting the door behind you.

Your heart rate is absolutely out of control, and you are already adding a little fog to the inside of his windows, the desert night having cooled off enough to cause the condensation to be noticeable before he makes it into the driver’s seat. “Oh goodness, sweetheart,” his drawl is more pronounced than before as he starts the truck up, the growl of the engine transferring some vibrations to the seat and you bite back another moan, pressing your legs together. “Let’s get this windshield cleared up, and do you want to give me your address so I can program it in for directions?”

“I could just tell yo-“ your voice breaks off as his calloused hand slides over your knee up under the hem of your dress.

“Yeah, I expect you might find that a little difficult to concentrate on while we’re driving.” His voice is deep with arousal, but still spiked with that very confident amusement of someone who can see the affect they’re having on another.

“Yeah,” you slide across to sit on the center seat and press a kiss to his neck. “But be aware, that cuts both ways,” your hand slides up along his thigh, pausing at the midpoint and biting in with your nails slightly.

He shifts his hips and moans slightly, “But, darlin’ I’m the one doing the driving.” He turns and captures your mouth in a mind-blowing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth in ways that leave you feeling exposed and vulnerable in the best ways, while inviting your tongue to come play in his mouth too.

When he lifts his head, your eyes are glazed, and your breath is even faster than before.

“What?” You finally manage, when seeing the expectation in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Your address? I promise I’ll delete it after we get there if you want me to.” He flashes that lopsided grin again and you take a deep breath, promising yourself that you can focus.

“Right, address,” you take his phone and punch it into the nav app he has open. Or try to. Your fingers start fumbling as his are very confidently drawing circles on your inner thigh, encouraging your legs wider apart. “Address,” you mumble again to yourself, trying to remember what it is, as you feel the flush of arousal coloring your breasts, neck, and cheeks a pink that is warring with the red lipstick you’d applied earlier.

You hand him back the phone and grab his collar with your other hand pulling his face down to yours for another kiss. You sit back once you think you can stop long enough for him to drive you the 9 miles to your house and bed. “Seatbelts are still the law, beautiful, so let’s get you strapped in –“ you moan softly. “Oh really?” His chuckle is definitely aroused.

 Your hands start groping for the belt, and finally find it for the center seat, strapping in, unwilling to lose the contact of his thigh against yours. “Yes, that got a reaction,” you murmur, “Why? Are you planning to surprise me with some cuffs when we get to my place?”

He grins, “it would serve you right if I pulled out some cuffs when we get to your place, but no, no cuffs in a handy go-bag in the truck.”

You start to ask if there is, in fact, a handy go-bag in the truck, but his hand slides higher and brushes the wet crotch of your panties and you whimper as your hips arch toward the touch involuntarily. He secures his phone in its dash holder, and puts the truck into gear, returning his hand to your thigh as he drives. He alternates between the barely-there circles brushing on your inner thigh and more firm strokes up and down the top of your thigh. Your head drops onto his shoulder as your hand grasps his thigh, clenching as each wave of arousal sweeps through you. “Bob,” your voice is barely above a growl “I’m so close, what are you doing to me?”

“Making you feel good, sweetheart, go ahead and slide over the edge for me.” His voice is a gentle, coaxing whisper, and is enough paired with his hand flipping past your panties again for you to simply come undone.

“Oh God, BOB!” You are glad you’re in a closed truck cab driving down the 198 and not in someplace where you would be self-conscious about cumming, for all intents and purposes, in public. That realization hits and you slam right over a second crest.

“Oh, that’s a good girl,” he rumbles, you can feel the vibration in his chest as he purrs the words to you. “We’re going to have a wonderful time tonight.” His hand leaves you briefly to readjust his cock in his pants so that he can keep driving safely.

You whimper against his neck as you try to express how good he made you feel, but your brain is still fairly blank, and recovering isn’t happening while his hand is still sliding firmly up and down the top of your thigh. You moan as you feel your body building again, already, to another peak. “What? Yes. Good.” Your hips are rocking insistently at this point, and you turn your head to bite his shoulder through his shirt.

“Oh, like that, is it?” He grins fiercely, knuckles turning white on the hand guiding the truck to exit 87 as his other hand moves up to tug your panties to the side, fingers exploring your sopping wet folds and finding your clit. He seems to know that you’re extra sensitive, because he circles around the hard nub of nerve endings before flicking over the top just lightly, your slick making every motion that much more enjoyable and you feel like you’re flung from a slingshot as you cum again, curling forward, hands flying out to grab the dash, looking for any source of grounding as you fly. His fingers are relentless, keeping you cruising at that peak as he turns through the streets following the directions on his phone.

His hand slows down and slips out from your cunt, briefly visiting his mouth so he can enjoy the flavor, before returning to a firm, stabilizing grip on your thigh. You gasp as your body finally reaches the end of that series of orgasms, slowly slumping against him, trying to catch your breath and a sense of your surroundings. Your throat is raspy from the curses and encouragement you screamed while riding that high. You blink a few more times as you realize that the truck is actually parked. “You ready to head inside, beautiful?” Bob asks, the raspiness of his voice an indication of how turned on he is. You take another deep breath, and turn your eyes up to his, and lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek, accidentally knocking his glasses askew.

“Yes, please,” you say with feeling as you realize that all this was just the warmup, so to speak.

He straightens his glasses, opens the door and slides out, correctly recognizing that you will slide out after him, offers his hands to help steady you as you slide out. He tucks you securely under his arm and reaches behind his seat to grab “Is that really a go-bag?” your voice is incredulous, and you’re both aroused, but now really trying to figure out this man you’ve brought home.

His grin is a little sheepish, a little wolfy. “Yeah, because a man should have some basics with him if he plans on spending time with someone having mind-melting sex.”

Your pussy clenches around nothing in response. “Very valid point.” Your response is murmured as you walk beside him up the stairs to your apartment.

You pull the keys out of your little purse and unlock the door, linking your fingers with his as you pull him in after you.

“Saves me having to ask if you’re sure,” he grins and shuts the door behind himself, letting the snick of the lock sound loudly in the room before moving back to pull you into a kiss that starts tender, but quickly grows ravenous.

You’d always assumed the “climb him like a tree” was just an expression, but you found yourself trying to wriggle in his arms, so your legs are hooked around his waist and realize you are doing exactly that. Trying to climb him like a fucking delightful tree. You just know that after everything he’s already given you that the main course is going to be amazing.

He pulls his mouth back and briefly adjusts his grip, letting you find that place you wanted to be, with his hot, hard length pressing against your panty-clad cunt. The folds are still open from before and the friction of his movements rub that cock right against your clit making you gasp and writhe. “Babe, I need to know, couch or bed?” His voice is harsh with his struggle to maintain enough control to get you where you want to be.

“Bed, down hall, on the right.” You moan, between sucking kisses pressed down the length of his neck.

You whimper and grind your rock-hard nipples against his chest as his quick strides cause your hips to jerk against his another quick orgasm sweeping through you. His mouth presses to the top of your head to muffle his moan. He drops his bag next to the bed. The thud helps bring you back down to earth.

“We’re wearing too many clothes.” You complain, fingers of one hand sliding forward to pluck at the buttons of his shirt, while your legs and other arm keep you anchored in place, plastered against him.

“Darlin’ do you want to do this standing up, or can we maybe get on the bed?” His voice is very strained as he asks the question, and you can feel his cock pulsing against you. “B-b-bed. Bed,” you say a second time, more decisively, slowly unwinding your legs and arms sliding against him as your feet finally reach the floor.

He groans and leans down to kiss you again, hands cupping your head, fingers tangling in your hair and helping angle your head so he can deepen the kiss. Your arms wrap around his waist as you feel your body melt against him. He pulls back and smiles at your lust-drunk eyes. “Clothes, too many, remember?” He grins at you and gathers your dress in his hands before drawing it up over your head, exposing your flirty lace bra and panties set in black. His eyes darken as his pupils blow even wider, and his smile falters as he struggles to breathe, looking at your curves barely contained by the lace. You smile up at him and grab his hands bringing them to the edges of the lace barely covering your nipples.

“Like what you see, Lieutenant?”

Your hands reach up to work on unfastening his shirt, as his hands get busy teasing your breasts, but not touching your nipples, you give up and grab handfuls of the sides of his shirt pulling it out of his waistband and sliding your hands underneath to push it up. As it reaches his shoulders, he pulls his hands from your body and quickly fumbles the wrist buttons open before helping you strip off the oxford and the soft undershirt beneath it. His glasses are knocked wildly sideways, and he reached up and takes them off, pausing his contact with you just long enough to set them down safely on the bedside table.

You notice he’s taking deep breaths as he moves back in front of you. “Someone else is a little short on words now?” You tease as you run your fingernails through his chest hair.

He slides his hands down your back and grips your bare ass cheeks tightly enough, you know you’re going to have marks there tomorrow, and takes your mouth in another soul-robbing kiss. Your nails leave little half-moons on his chest where they’d dug in response to the sensations rioting through your body.

Bob lifts his head again “I very much like what I see,” he murmurs your name against your ear, ending in a growl that sends your eyes rolling back in your head as you tremble with arousal.

“Bob, please” you whimper.

“What do you want, darlin’?” His hands relax and start sliding smoothly up your sides to ghost over your breasts again, before his fingertips trail along your collar bone. You hadn’t realized how responsive you’d be to a touch there before he showed you.

“I want your cock. I want to taste it, I want to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel, and I want your hard length destroying my cunt.” Your voice wavers between confident demand and plea.

You feel his cock jump against your belly, and grin at him. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, you hot, beautiful, woman. Let’s get these pants off.” He toes his shoes off as your hands open his belt, and pants.

Four hands help guide the pants and boxers down over his hips and past his erection that bounces upwards slapping against his belly and you see it glistening with precum, and slide to your knees as you help pull the pants down.

Your lips trace up the prominent vein on the back of his broad length before your tongue slips over the head, collecting the precum, and slipping back into your mouth to savor it as you make eye contact. His fingers grip in your hair, pulling slightly to prevent himself from just fucking your throat unceremoniously.

You flash a wicked, hungry grin, before opening your mouth wide, and sliding his cock into your mouth, deep, hollowing your cheeks against the side of it as it presses against the back of your throat.  You take a deep breath, and press deeper, feeling your nose press against the crisp curls at its base. You pause and swallow a couple of times, letting your throat adjust to his thickness, while your fingers slide up the inside of his thighs, one coming up to circle the base of his cock while the other cups and plays with his balls. You move smoothly, pulling back and adding fingers to the fist around his cock, never letting your lips loose contact with your fingers, giving him more hot pressure around his length, pausing with just the head in your mouth again, and exploring the head more thoroughly with your tongue, slipping into the slit and adding suction as you taste his essence again, sliding him deep in your throat again, and starting a rhythm of long slow strokes. His hips start jerking against your hands and his voice breaks in a whine. “So, so, so soooo good baby.”

He takes a deep breath as you speed up and move to shorter strokes, keeping the pressure on the head of his cock constant as it pops in and out of your throat. “Oh, but I’m gonna..fuck…god…so good.. gonna cum” he devolves into incoherent curses as you speed up even more sucking harder and nodding on his cock. Your hand cupping his balls slides back to add pressure to the spot behind the balls and his fingers tighten and he gives up, pressing his cock deep in your throat as it spasms and shoots ropes of cum straight down your throat. You wait out the ripples and pull back, stealing a quick breath of air before gently sucking the remnants of his orgasm from his softening length.

“Baby, that was,” he’s still panting. “I’m going to show you how much I appreciated that.” His voice suddenly as firm as he was moments ago in your throat, as he picks you up and places you on your bed.

“Oh yeah?” You say coyly, proud of the fact that you got him to cum at least once for the, is it six now, times he’s made you cum.

“Yeah, but first,” he lays down next to you drawing you against him gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You feel yourself melt against him in this tender moment. “First some recovery time?”

“Not exactly.” He pulls back to make eye contact, and you feel yourself drowning in the blue depths.

“Then exactly what?”

“Were you actually interested in restraints?”

“You said there weren’t any cuffs in your bag!” Your voice rises an octave as your eyebrows shoot toward your hairline.

“There aren’t, but there is a little rope, if you’re open to restraining your hands?”

You tip your head to the side and consider.

“If I said no?”

“No harm, no foul, I’ll just move along to a different program of expressing my appreciation.” His gaze is direct and calm.

You feel your cunt throb in eagerness but say “I don’t think I’m in the right frame of mind to have the necessary conversation, so not tonight.”

“Fair enough, beautiful” he leaned in for another kiss, starting gently again, as his fingers start tracing the edge of your bra again, thumb flicking over your hard nipples, as he traces a path down your neck little bites and suction of kisses until his mouth latches on a nipple through the lace and you feel your back arch up into his touch, your fingers gripping his strong shoulders for balance as your body responds to his touch.

He rolls you onto your back, even as his other hand flicks open the fastening of your bra, pulling it off so he can sink his teeth gently into the nipple he’d been suckling, before moving to the other to submit it to the same oral torture, teeth, suction, tongue, causing your cunt to clench on nothing and pulls whimpers from your throat.

Your hands move up to tangle in his hair as he continues sliding down the middle of your body, hands pulling your panties down ahead of his mouth reaching your mound. You feel his hands working to release the straps on your sandals slipping them from your body before returning to press another kiss to your mound. He pauses there, to lift his head and ask how you’re doing, as your hips shift restlessly, your legs having spread around his body as he slid your lace thong off your legs. “So, good, please, don’t stop!” You barely avoid screaming the encouragement at him as you feel his breath hotly washing over your wet pussy.

“Well, since you ask so nicely,” he drawls with a deep timbre in his voice, before ducking his head to use his tongue to lap at your juicy cunt, clearly savoring the flavor of your arousal as he gathers it on his tongue like he was licking the drippings from an ice cream cone, after gathering most of it, he firms his tongue into a point on the last lap pressing it firmly against your clit.

You come off the bed, in an involuntary crunch as your body curls in on itself at the pleasure. “OHMYGOD, BOB!” You can’t manage to not scream as the sensations rip through you. He changes his tactic, sliding one hand out to grasp the hand that you flung wide in response to the feelings rocketing through your system. You are the one devolving into incoherent curses of encouragement now as his other hand joins his mouth, two fingers slowly sliding into your depths, parting you, curling upward against that spot that feels so good, then scissoring apart, then twisting to the back and pressing downward, helping stretch you even as his lips fasten around your clit. Your fingers clench around his and in his hair as you babble then cum harder that you have yet tonight.

When the waves of your orgasm finish pulsing through your depths, Bob makes eye contact as he slides his fingers out before sliding a third one in with the other two, watching your face as he flattens his tongue to use the wide blade to pass comfortingly over your clit. You lose track of anything but his touch and his eyes on yours, feeling as though you’re about to split in two, but finding even that pleasurable with the way he is coaxing wave after wave of joy from your body. He lifts his head and replaces his tongue with his thumb. “Baby, are you ready to take me?”

Your eyes focus slightly and realize that he is hard and dripping again. “God, yes, fill me up!”

He starts to move away, toward the edge of the bed. “No, NOW, I’ve got an IUD.” You pant out, suddenly ravenous for the feel of his hot cock sliding deep and claiming you as his own.

His grin goes feral as his pulls his hand out of you and uses your slick to prepare his cock, moving it over your clit as he passes it up and down your folds twice before starting to push into you.

You suddenly realize why he’d used three fingers. If he hadn’t you never would have been able to take him, as it was you felt like you were just on the edge of not being able to, until he leaned down and kissed you, hands gripping yours so he can gauge how ready you are. He pauses when you clench cunt and fingers, and you whimper against his mouth.

He lifts his head, even as he withdraws a little from your body. “It’s okay baby, you’re taking me so good.”

You wonder how your jaw ever unhinged enough, as he feels so much bigger than you’d thought, and you pant with need as your hips try to arch up to get him in you further. “Please, please, please” you have given up trying to make sense, and his hips thrust forward suddenly as his eyes darken. Your body spasms around him realizing that he’s nearly bottomed out.

“Darlin’, are you sure?”

“GIVE IT TO ME NOW” your screech surprises you as much as it does him, but it also makes a feral grin spread across his face as his hips start thrusting in a deep fast rhythm. He drops kisses to your mouth, swallowing screams and letting you swallow his groans as the dance of your hips against each other drive you both higher and higher and he lifts his mouth. “Please cum on my cock, I am about to explode,” which it turns out was all you needed. Your legs scissoring around his hips, your body milking his hard length as his hips stutter against yours and you feel his cum spurting deep. His rhythm resumes slower as he fucks your combined orgasms back into you until his softening cock falls out of you.

He collapses on top of you, throwing his torso slightly to the side at the last second to avoid crushing you.  Your hand plays gently up and down on his back as you slowly come down from the high of the joint explosion. Your mouth finds the place his throat joins his shoulder, and you press soft kisses there, mewling softly so he knows you are completely satisfied.

His hand slowly lifts to push your hair back from your face as he smiles down at you. “Thank you, darlin’.”

“I think those thank yous are completely mutual, Lieutenant.” You smile up at him.

“Give me a minute and we’ll do something about that mess we made.”

“MMm…. Don’t go anywhere yet.” You murmur, pressing against him, and you feel him smile against your forehead.

“Okay, well let me…” he reaches past you and pulls the side of the blanket up and over you both to capture your body heat and prolong the afterglow.

“Stay tonight, then we can get my car tomorrow?” Your voice is starting to slur with sleepiness as every ounce of tension is fully drained from your body.

You finish up and log off your computer, setting aside the list of to-dos that you’ve charted where you’ll see them the next day and gather your empty coffee cup and your half-full water glass head out of the office. You head into the kitchen and turn on some music to enjoy while you’re getting some food and unwinding. You need the rock mix to blow the day out of your mind and help with the reset. You grab the bread from the box, and open the refrigerator to pull out the fixings for your favorite “don’t want to think” sandwich, cleaning and chopping vegetables, putting the dressings on your bread, and filling it exactly the way you like singing along with Gontier’s voice about conflicted feelings.

You pour a glass of wine and take it and your sandwich to the table with a napkin. You settle down to enjoy your dinner while listening to the music and swiping through social media to see what your friends have been up to since the last time you looked. You finish dinner at 6:30 and drop the used dishes in the dishwasher before heading back to the bedroom to grab loungewear for the evening. Your position in your company requires a very professional image, even while working from home, so you relish getting to wear more comfortable clothes in the evenings. As you open your closet, Trent Reznor’s voice comes through the speaker and you grin as you sing along “I want to …” and move to the lingerie section of your closet. You select a brief, baby doll style, lace and satin, crimson negligée, and a satiny, opaque black, floor-length peignoir. You take off the necklace and earrings you wore for work and leave the in their assigned places in the jewelry box and head into the bathroom.

You enjoy the heat of the water cascading over your body, pounding tension from your shoulders as you literally and metaphorically wash the work day from yourself while singing along with the music that continues with Philip Labonte’s excellent voice. You are in your own world, as you step out of the shower and apply lotion and towel dry your hair, dressing and adding a small amount of the perfume that you know drives Beau crazy to your pulse point on your neck. You glace at your phone as you turn off the music and see that it is just after seven. You’d lost track of time while pampering yourself.

You open the door and find Beau in the bedroom back to you emptying his pockets into the caddy on top of his dresser. “Heya handsome, did you get dinner?”

You walk up behind him and press a kiss to his shoulder sliding your arms around his waist. Your eyebrows raise when you feel the structure of the corset under his khakis. “Oh, is it that kind of day, love?”

He turns around and with his chin on his chest looks at you bashfully “Maverick is currently instructing at the behest of Iceman, it’s a lot. Are you up for it?”

You quirk a smirking grin at him. “The real question, precious, is are you ready for this? Color check? Anything usual off limits tonight?”

He drops to his knees in front of You gratitude on his face “Yes, please, Mistress. Green. All usual limits apply.”

“Good boy, now let’s see where to begin tonight? I think you should strip down to what I know you have on under that uniform today. Slowly. Tease yourself about it. If you finish before this song is over, you will be punished.” You put on Simple Kind of Man by Shinedown and sit in the plush chair you have in the bedroom for these occasions.

Cyclone slowly stands and moves closer to you maintaining eye contact as he slowly unfastens the buttons of his shirt, taking time to fold it over the clothes rack in the room for later removal of the fruit salad on the left breast. As the chorus comes over the speaker, you can see his shoulders slowly relaxing as he turns in front of you to bend at the waist to untie and remove his shoes and socks. He knows that you enjoy seeing the proof that he’s wearing lacy panties under the uniform pants by seeing the scalloped edges pressing against his taut ass.

“Oh, my precious really knew his day was going to be stressful before it started, didn’t he?” You murmur in Your throaty Domme voice. You smirk with pleasure as you hear his tiny whine before he wraps his hands around his ankles and then sliding them up the back of his legs as his slowly stands up, pulling his ass cheeks slightly apart so the panties slide up to give him a bit of a wedgie as he turns, hands sliding over the steel grey satin of his corset before coming up to tweak his nipples. His cock already pressing against his fly.

He continues to sway to the music, sliding his hands back down the center of the corset to the fastening of his belt and pants, making sure to roll his hips as he works the pants open and down, turning slowly as the lace is revealed, showing You a 360-degree view of what is Yours covered in lace that matches the corset. You quirk your eyebrows as he returns to facing you waiting for his eyes to meet yours. The song has ended just as he placed his pants on the same clothing rack.

“Good boy, that was well-timed. As a reward you may choose: ropes or not tonight?”

A full whimper breaks out of his throat “Mistress, please, may I use my hands tonight, but keep my legs still?”

“Very good syntax, precious, you may. Go select 2 of the 10 foot lengths of grey hemp rope for me.” You let your peignoir slide from your shoulders as you give this instruction and see the damp bloom on front of the lace as the head of his cock works to escape. Warmth pools in your lower belly in response, but you keep the smirk on your face as he returns, sinking gracefully to his knees in front of you, ass resting on heels, knees wide, eyes on Yours, hands open flat in front of him proffering the ropes. You run Your fingertips through his hair, letting your nails scrape at his scalp lightly, as you step closer, tipping his head back further. “Good boy. Remember the rules.”

“Yes, Mistress,” his tongue darts out to moisten his lips, you’re standing close enough for him to smell you and his nostrils flare trying to take in more of the scent of your pussy. “Your boy may do exactly what Mistress permits and must ask for permission to do anything else.”

“And?” You prompt, brows rising sharply.

“And Your boy must also remember the colors and safe codes to communicate if Your boy needs something to change.”

You lean forward and press a kiss to the center of his forehead. “Excellent, precious one. Since you got that right you may put your nose against my mound and inhale deeply.”

He  quivered and nearly gripped the ropes before he caught himself. He smiled up at You, “thank You, Mistress” he followed by doing exactly what you said. You grin as you see his cockhead scrape paste the elastic band and pulse, oozing precum.

“Remember to ask permission before cumming, My good boy.” You take the ropes walk away and leave him kneeling there waiting. You secure the ropes to the corners of the king bed footboard, then look over. “Prepare the bed, remember to stay on your knees until I give you permission to stand again.”

You watch his entire body lean toward you hands briefly clenching as he finds his control, before crawling over to the bed. He uses his long arms to clear the throw pillows, walking on his knees from the head of the bed to the chair, to stack them where they live. The rules are absolute, when playing in power space, nothing is thrown on the floor. The preparation after arousal has started is part of the play, it does nothing to break the mood, but instead heightens the anticipation and energy in the moment for both of you. He returns to bed on his hands and knees and before he can straighten again you walk up behind him and put one knee on his upper back, not pressing hard, just indicating that he is to stay as he is for you for a moment. You walk behind him and let your soft calves cup his thighs, just barely touching his leg hair. You take your nails and drag them down his back from his shoulders to the panties, curling your fingers as you go so they end right under the waistband. Cyclone moans and takes a deep breath as you pull slightly, letting it put pressure on the underside of his cock where it crosses just under the head. You gather the material in your fingers, making the lace pull more tightly around his balls and creep further into his ass crack. You let the elastic snap back into place and drag your nails down his exposed cheeks.

“You’re so pretty like this, precious.” The timbre of Your voice going deeper and more gravelly as You enjoy the sight in front of you.

“Color Check?”

“G-green, Mistressssss” he moans it out head rolling slightly from side to side as he waits for the next command.

“Continue prepping the bed, My good boy.”

He straightens so he can pull the duvet, blanket, and top sheet back, folding them carefully, returning to hands and knees to crawl to the other side to allow the folding to be tidy and even on both sides. He moves toward the closet and pulls out the rubber backed bed protector and the bolsters. His movements are growing more jerky as each movement is rubbing the lace against various delicate portions of his anatomy. “Misstresss, please?” His whisper is hoarse.

“What is it, precious?”

“N-n-n-eed to cummmm” he ends in a moan drawing out the word.

“Already?”

You take the items from him and set them on the bed.

“Y-Y-y-e-e-sssss, pleeeease, Mistress” he whimpers.

“No. We haven’t even really started. But you may sit there and collect yourself.” Your voice is firm and your eyes direct as you watch him settle back into a waiting pose, knees spread, ass on heels, hands face up on knees. His eyes lock on Yours and he focuses on breathing and the strength and calm his sees in your gaze.

His whole body shudders and more precum oozes onto his belly, but You can see that he is pulling back from the edge. You maintain eye contact for another 90 seconds watching him recenter and letting the smile grow as he is no longer in danger of slipping over that point.

“Very good, precious one.” Your purr is laced with pure pleasure and approval and he smiles up at you.

“Thank You, Mistress. You’re so good to Your boy.”

“Continue, now.” You flick Your eyes from him to the bed and he returns to hands and knees to crawl back and spread the protective pad over the bottom sheet, then place the two bolsters in the center of the foot of the bed.

“Mistress, may Your boy climb on the bed now?”

“Yes. Make sure you get your head comfortable on a pillow far enough from the headboard for me to do whatever I please.”

His eyes are hazel rings around black pools of desire. He carefully places himself on the bed, keeping his knees bent for a moment so you can direct him on your desired pose for them.

“I think we need to adjust one thing,”  You say as you open a drawer and pull out the blindfold. “Color?”

“Green” his voice is quiet, raw, but steady, You smile approvingly.

Once his ability to see is removed you watch the hair on his body flicker to gooseflesh, and You deliberately make it worse by trailing a nail down one side, letting it catch lightly on the panties before continuing down to his left ankle, where Your hand grasps it, and lifts, pulling it toward the corner of the bed. As soon as Your fingers circle his ankle, he relaxes the muscles in that leg, allowing you to position it exactly as You wish, toes twitching slightly as he feels the hemp circling the ankle in place of Your fingers. With that leg secured wide to his side, you walk out of the room quietly.

He feels the lack of your presence and shifts restlessly, knowing that his job is to stay as You left him, his ears strain for any sign of your return, but You’ve learned the squeaky boards in the house and moved carefully enough that he doesn’t hear anything before your hand clamps on his unsecured ankle.

“Mistress…” he whimpers, even as he recognizes Your scent wafting toward him and he settles knowing that it is, indeed, You.

You secure his second leg like the first then move to grab one of the ice sticks you’d retrieved while you were out of the room. You drag it up the inside of his thigh, sliding along the crease of his hip, letting the cold water slither against his lace encased balls, his hands fly up to grasp the headboard’s rails as his neck arches.

“Yes, my precious boy?” You finally respond to his whimper.

“Green, Mistress, Green, please whatever You want.” He’s nearly babbling as the ice slips back and forth over the heated vein along the bottom of his cock before sliding up to swirl around each nipple, leaving beads of water glistening on his chest hair.

“Open your mouth, precious,” You instruct as you climb onto the bed.

His mouth opens eagerly and his tongue darts out.

“Ah, ah, just open” You chuckle softly knowing that you have already turned your thighs into a slip’n’slide in reaction to his eager responsiveness to you.

He returns his tongue to where it belongs and you drag the ice cube across his stubble then over his lower lip.

“Teeth only, love” you murmur directly into his ear and watch him clamp on the ice, holding it steady sticking up slightly from his mouth.

“Good boy,” you nearly growl as You straddle his head, You use your fingers to open your folds and let the ice touch your clit gently before grinding upwards so it slides just into your entrance. “Push it deep into me with your tongue, precious” Your voice is almost a grunt as you anticipate the quickly fading chill entering your hot tunnel.”

He groans as his tongue finds purchase at the back of the ice stick, his lips closing around it to steady it as he releases his teeth and presses it deep, mouth opening as the ice passes his lips so his tongue can press as deep as possible.

“Now, remember, hydration is important, precious” You say as you press against his mouth feeling the ice melt and pour the water back into his throat.

Your pussy feels the vibrations of his moan, and clenches around the quickly disappearing ice as the pitch of his moan goes lower and makes your hips start rolling. He laps at your cunt, tongue darting in and out greedily as he tries to get every drop of water, but keep the ice in your warmth until it is pure liquid, swallowing as fast as he can to keep the pressure of slight suction going against you. His left hand opened then closed three times on the rail. You smile.

“I’m glad you like this, precious, and yes, you may move your right hand to my pussy, use two fingers only and get your talented mouth focused on my clit now. Keep your left hand there so you can communicate if you need air, or your color changes off of green.”

He moves lightening fast, plunging the two fingers deep as he latches onto your clit as if it holds the antidote to a poison he’s consumed, tongue lashing first hard then soft, and swirling despearately, finger twisting as he thrusts them in and out of You, and You let your weight fall more fully on his face and hand, leaning forward to allow him better access for finger fucking You with all the desperation he feels.

You keep your eyes glued to his left hand as You feel every twist of his fingers, every curl of his tongue, and each suckle in every inch of your body.

“GOOD BOY MAKE MISTRESS CUM ALL OVER YOUR FACE!” You shriek as You hit your peak, and he keeps his pace relentless, knowing if he stops before Your orgasm he may not be allowed to cum tonight. He’s so good at his job that Your vision starts to grey at the edges because he keeps You riding so high. You shriek obscenities and encouragement as you ride the whiplash of sensations. Suddenly You gasp deeply and shudder to a stillness.

“Oh, my very good boy, you may even earn two orgasms for yourself tonight. Pull your fingers out, then push four into me slowly.”

He obeys, mouth gentle and barely applying any pressure to your sensitized clit, but tongue lapping around the edges of it stimulating the edges of the nerves instead of the tip.

You grunt as you feel the blunt penetration slowly stretching You until you feel his thumb brushing Your asshole because he’s gotten them three knuckles deep. Your cunt spasms in reaction a few times before settling full but not unable to take it.

“Good job, precious one, now when I get off your face don’t forget to clean yourself up.”

He moans his agreement, sending the vibrations directly around your most sensitive spot.

You move back and watch as he first sucks his fingers clean, then uses his index finger to wipe up any extra slick from his face to lick it clean as well.

“Would My good boy like to feel My pussy around his achy, purple cock?” Your smirk is fully in effect as you ask the question.

“Y-y-yess, Mistress, if it would please You,” his voice is cracking on every other word at this point and You grin.

“Very well,” you move off the bed for a moment, getting the safety scissors to cut the sides of the panties then dragging the ruined fabric up his cock scooping up the precum he’s leaked all over his stomach into them, then pushing them into his mouth to suck on. He knows his job and works on sucking and savoring his own flavor from them while you walk back to the bowl you’d brought from the kitchen and take another one of the ice sticks.

You climb onto the bed straddling his hips, and reach down to steady his cock, pressing the ice stick to the top and pressing your freshly stretched cunt over both of them, so he can feel the cold of the ice from just below the head of his cock to its base, as a sharp contrast to your steamy soaking wet pussy. His hips jerk upward involuntarily as you settle your lower lips against his crisp curls. You remove the ruined panties and toss them to the side on the protective sheet.

“Do you like that, My precious boy? Color Check.”

“Green, like forests, green, green, green, green” You can see on his face that he’s quickly slipping into subspace.

“You may remove the blindfold and use both hands to pleasure my body while I ride you until you cum hard into my pussy. I want you knocking against my cervix when you explode. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress!” He shouts in pleasure and You feel his cock jerking even though hips haven’t moved at all. He’s not cumming yet, but he’s definitely at the height of pleasure, his left hand rips off the blindfold while his right thumb finds your clit. His eyes blink repeatedly as they adjust to the light and focus on Your lace encased tits. His left hand reached out and reverently cups your right tit swirling his thumb over your nipple, flicking it back and forth, letting the sensation of lace, bare flesh, lace send spasms to your cunt.

You start riding him like he was a bull and this was for the grand championship.

His fingers tighten around your breast, and he grunts “P-please, Mistress….m-m-m-may i?”

You finish his sentence with a shriek “CUM NOW” feeling him pressed as deeply as he can and the spasms rocking your body as you hit the second strong peak of the night. You feel his cock stutter and spew. You open your eyes and look at his face, watching the veins pop in his neck as the pleasure washes over him. You both slide down from the peak together and his eyes meet yours.

“How are you doing, precious one?”

This particular question phrasing is the queue to tell You if he wants more, or is ready for aftercare and sliding back to regular roles.

He gasps air in still regaining his usual breathing tempo.

“My Beautiful, Love, I’m doing so very good.”

You smile and lean down to kiss him deeply, letting his softening cock fall out of you.

You’ve known Jake for what seems like forever. He was always hanging around his older sisters when  you were over to visit. He was a little twerp that was annoying, and then when you were in high school, he was in junior high and you weren’t around each other as much. Your families stayed close, but as he moved on to the Naval Academy and you were starting your career, you fell out of touch. His sister’s wedding last year had brought you back into each other’s awareness.

This was not the kid you remembered, or even the young man who seemed too young for you. Earlier in life 4 years feels like everything. But when you first saw him at the rehearsal dinner, you saw him from the back, and felt that tingle. You knew that man was someone you’d want to get to know, maybe have a fling with. You hoped he was in the groom’s party and peripheral enough that it could be a one and done. Then he turned and you saw that same goofy grin he’d sported his whole life, but an awareness behind it that you didn’t remember. You blinked quickly and did your best to school your face to indicate nothing but recognition and reconnection. He came over and grabbed you in a big hug, and you worked to remind yourself that this man, this strong, well developed man, was your friend’s younger brother Jake. Just Jake, that you’ve known and been friends with forever.

Now your company has allowed you to shift to a fully remote position with only 4 days a year in office for team building, you have more flexibility about where you live. You had gotten a little sloppy at the wedding and gave Jake your number. You were careful to say that you wanted to make sure to stay in touch, playing it off as the older sister type of feelings, but you thought you caught a gleam in his eye when he winked as he put your number in his phone. Then the text messages started. Simple enough at first, asking about each other’s day, talking about the bullshit you can each talk about from your jobs. You knew his callsign was “Hangman” but couldn’t figure why he would tolerate that. He seemed to really care what you thought about the weird things in life and you found yourself falling for the man he was under the exterior. He was brash, and bold, and cocky as hell. He had to keep that going, because of his job. Naval aviator isn’t for those who are less than confident in their abilities.

When he reached out and told you that if you wanted to visit in San Diego, he’d be there for at least a couple of weeks, you understood that it was an invite for more than just friendly conversations. You took all of 30 seconds to decide it was worth it. You told your colleagues that you’d be out of touch over the weekend while you made a short-term relocation to catch up with a friend.

***

You were going to come down to visit. He could hardly believe it and knew that his cock was very much hoping that it was really going to happen. Jake laughed at himself. He wasn’t just thinking with his cock here, he’d had a crush on you since puberty. The first time you’d stayed over visiting his sisters after he was growing aware of how much tits made him happy, he was enthralled at the way they pressed against your nightshirt. He had done his best to avoid letting you know how he felt, because his friends assured him it was a typical crush. They agreed you were hot but warned that there was no chance that someone your age would ever take him seriously.

Then the gap of connection while he was at the academy and then training as a naval aviator and the various people he’d connected with along the way to try to drive you from his mind. He really had enjoyed every encounter. He knew he was good, but he also knew that he was never going to be able to shake you because the minute he saw you at Anna’s rehearsal dinner everything came flooding back as if he was 14 all over again. He had learned enough in his time with the Navy to know that the best cover is truth. He made himself head over and grab you for a hug like you used to do back when you were at his high school graduation, or other times. As if you were just practically siblings still. Feeling your curves pressed against him he had to think about the least sexy things he could remember until after the hug was over to keep his cock under control.

He was glad that he’d managed to wheedle your number out of you at the reception, convincing you it was your idea. He didn’t know if he would have been able to move on again trying to tuck you back into the corner of his mind. Then he found that your mind was even more vibrant than your body. Even more than your smile and your eyes. He knew better than to split focus when being called up for a special mission, but San Diego was a popular vacation site, and he hoped that he might be able to make something happen with that vacation sheen over the visit.

***

You had texted Jake what date you’d be arriving and letting him know you’d found a VRBO that you could rent for the stay, with good internet connection so you could work while he was training. He texted back that he’d hoped you’d be able to take a vacation, and you’d replied with the address asking if he wanted to do dinner at the house after he was done for the day. You figured after all the flirting you’d managed over text, you might be able to work up the courage to see if he was interested in a kiss after dinner. You stopped at a grocery store on the way to the rental, stocking up on basics and the makings of meatloaf and mashed potatoes and gravy. You remembered how Jake always asked for that as his birthday dinner and had wheedled Anna to get the recipe from their mom. You felt bad about bullshitting about missing the family dinners they’d shared. But if it didn’t turn into anything, then you could mention it to her in passing about your vacation that had happened to intersect with Jake. If it did turn into something, you could confess.

After doing prep work for dinner, getting unpacked and taking a nice hot shower to refresh, you spend time doing your makeup lightly – not trying to look like you’re trying, but wanting to put your best foot forward. You spend time going between a flirty sundress, or a more casual cutoff jean shorts and a tank top with a flirty lace bra peeking out from underneath. You finally decided that the casual look would give you an out if you had misread those texts. You made sure you had your hair in a flirty updo that would fall down with only a little tussle. Then you set up to read for a while until he texted that he was on the way over.

Normally Jake would just hit the shower in the locker room and call it good to go, but knowing that you were waiting for him, and planning a dinner in, he headed back to his quarters to make sure he was freshly shaved and put on some civvies to meet up with you. As he headed back to quarters while everyone else was moving in a crew toward the Hard Deck, Payback hollered to ask if he was lost. “Nah, just have a friend in from out of town, I’m meeting up with tonight.”

His phone started blowing up with the bullshit that the crew gave each other any time one of them missed out on the postmortem at the Hard Deck, but he was not even phased. He skipped past the notifications and pulled up your number to text that he was going to be leaving in about 5 minutes and arriving in about 15 after that. That would give him a chance to stop and pick up a bottle of wine and some flowers. Jake laughed at himself in the mirror because he couldn’t believe that he was actually as nervous as his first time again. Even though he’d just finished brushing his teeth, he hit his mouth one more time with Listerine before grabbing his habitual toothpick, sunglasses, wallet, and keys on his way out the door.

He had gotten ahold of Anna to find out what type of wine you liked. He disguised it as asking about the wine at the wedding because he had been chatting with a woman who had mentioned a brand that he thought he remembered. He knew your favorite flower because of chatter that spring and was glad that the local grocery store had it along with the wine. He was running just a minute behind his planned arrival time, so he had to remind himself to slow down before pulling up in front of the house. He didn’t want to screech to a halt. You were a good friend. Someone he’d been working to get to know better, sure, but still someone he’d known for as long as he can remember. There was no reason that this had to be weird-er tonight. He knocked on the door and got the toothpick in its usual spot, fixing his grin on his face.

***

You opened the door after taking a steadying breath, deciding that barefoot may be a cliché, but also kept things casual. Your eyes dropped with surprise to the bouquet and wine in his hands, so you missed seeing his face pop with surprise at how damn good you looked to him. You looked up to smile and ask if those were for you and caught his face looking different than you expected for a spit second, but as you met his eyes, he popped that grin back on his face. “Well don’t you look like a fresh batch of tea ready to take a drink?” You flush a little and grin. “I was just about to ask who you’d bought the wine and flowers for, but I take it for me?”

“Absolutely, darlin’. You took the time to make me dinner, after traveling, the least I could do was bring the proper hostess gifts. My mama raised me this way, as you well know.”

His confident grin and the twinkle in his green eyes cause your thighs to go a little soft. “Well come on in cowboy. Dinner is almost on the table. I know you can’t tell me much about why you’re here, but I was hoping to hear more about who you’re spending your training time with. Anyone you know from previous assignments?”

You take the flowers from him leading him back toward the kitchen so you can put them on the table. He was thoughtful enough to get the flowers in a vase since you’re renting, he knew you wouldn’t necessarily have something to put them in.

You glanced over as he hesitated. “What’s up Jake?”

“You remember Jimmy Breakworth?”

“Jimmy Breakworth from when you were in 7th grade? The kid who you had over for a sleepover, then insisted we all sleep in the living room, even though we were Juniors?”

“Yeah. Did I ever tell you why?”

“Oh, Jake, we knew it was because you had a crush on him and couldn’t figure out how to handle it. That is hard enough to negotiate when you’re older and it’s in line with society’s expectations. It’s even harder when it’s outside of the accepted norms.”

“You knew? But..”

You stifled a giggle at the look of consternation on his face. “Listen, we knew you had a crush on him, just like we knew you still looked at tits and ass of women. We weren’t sure if it was confusion, gay, or bi, but we knew.”

“Definitely bi, love women a lot, love men a lot too. Just.. never realized that you…” He cleared his throat abruptly. “Anyway, Jimmy Breakworth is no stick jockey, but there was a guy at one of my duty stations – Bradley – we got involved for a little while, and the chemistry was great, but the rest was a mess. It didn’t exactly end well. He’s here.”

“Oh goodness, that’s got to make this special assignment all the more intense. Go ahead and grab a seat there at the table, and I’ll get the food on in a second.” You move to grab the potatoes and gravy from the stove and after putting them on the table in the alcove off the kitchen you go back and grab the meatloaf from the oven.

“Meatloaf, potatoes, and gravy? What did I do to deserve this?” Jake was proud of himself for being able to switch back to the topic at hand, especially since thinking of the time he’d spent with Rooster made him hornier than just looking at you in those cutoffs. Though the sight of you bent over in front of the oven was enough to get him hard without the extra stimulation.

You smile easily, “I figured that you could use a taste of home and that was part of why you invited me to come down here.”

“A taste of home, hmm?” He quirked a brow suggestively before he remembered that you hadn’t really talked about this yet.

You smirked back at him “Well, since you brought me this lovely wine that actually pairs perfectly with the meal, why don’t we start with dinner and see where it goes from there?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” He shifted slightly in his chair across the table from you, allowing his calves to brush against yours under the table as you started eating. He knew the value of touch to bring someone’s awareness to him physically. And that physical awareness easily stimulates the sexual if the other party is open to it.

By the time dinner is over and the bottle of wine is dead, you’re feeling looser than you’d thought, and when he takes your hand and asks if he can dance with you, you giggle a little “But to what music, Jake?”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and puts on “Slow Ride” and quirks that eyebrow at you again.

“Sounds good” you turn into his embrace as you start a slow circling dance toward the couch your bodies finding the rhythm of the other, legs entangling as you move, your hands side up to toy with his neck while his slide down cupping your hips, drawing your ass closer until you can feel the heat of his cock through his jeans.

“Jake” your eyes go soft as you realize that the attraction is mutual, and you let your hard as rock nipples drag across his torso so he knows too.

“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this, Beautiful.” His voice was a gravelly whisper.

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please” you rise on your toes as he leans down and moves a hand up your back to pull you even closer into the kiss.

He tastes spicy like dinner and the wine, and under that there’s a something… something indefinable that just must be him. You feel your pussy clench in reaction and grin against his mouth when you feel movement stop and realize he’s worked himself to the couch. He sits down and pulls you with him. You straddle him to keep kissing him, running your hands through his hair, and nibbling at his lower lip.

“Darlin’, I just… I need to know if you’re okay with this going further before I get too carried away.” He isn’t exactly out of breath, but his breathing isn’t steady, and you smile as you look deep into his beautiful green eyes.

“Jake, if I wasn’t would my pussy be grinding against that delightfully hard cock you’re keeping contained in your pants?”

His grin is wider and more boyish than his usual “You know I want to make sure consent is freely given and enthusiastic. But now that you mention it…” his hands trail down your ass to rub it more intensely, causing your hips to grind harder on his “this seems pretty enthusiastic.”

“Yes, Jake. I’m very enthusiastically consenting, okay, now would you shut up and kiss me again?”

“I think no.”

“What?!?”

“I mean, I think no I won’t kiss your mouth again quite yet. Mainly because if you’re okay with it, I’d really like to see your pretty tits. Spend some time kissing them.”

You giggle and press more firmly against his cock as you help him take your tank top off.

You see his eyes darken as they see your tits encased in the flimsy lace.

“Darlin’ you are going to kill me if I’m not careful.” He moaned slightly as his hands then mouth found your breasts. You gasp and moan in return as you feel the heat gather even more strongly with the moisture in your pussy. He turns you and lays you on the couch, your hands grab at his shirt, working to unbutton it while he’s working to get your bra down under your nipples. He isn’t quite ready to take it all the way off, but he can’t wait to taste your skin either. You push his shirt off as he latches on.

The slow strong rhythm makes your hips arch up and your eyes close “Jake, please!”

You’re not certain that you can get more coherent words out, but he pauses and focuses hot eyes on yours and realizes what you need. He takes your bra off and gets his shirt off, leaning down giving you full torso contact as his kisses you again.

Your hunger surprises even you as you start working to try to get your hands between you to get his pants off. He whispers your name as he links his hands with yours. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Can I just have a little bit of time to get to explore your body? I… God…I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I’ve been wanting to see it like this since before I had a crush on Jimmy.”

Your heart stutters as you realize what he’s saying and your hunger loses its teeth, and instead becomes a bigger hunger than for a quick bang. “Yes, oh my god, yes” you breathe out and then link the fingers of your hands together around one of his, bringing it to your mouth for a quick kiss.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just let me get you all the way unwrapped, then let me get my dessert in. I’m so hungry for some cream.”

You feel your entire body quiver as you realize what he’s looking for “Yes” you whisper it not sure how many more words you have right now. Your brain would be racing with trying to understand what he meant, but then his hands were busy getting your shorts off. He missed out on the sight of the matching lace thong because he was in a hurry and realized it when he got your shorts past your ankles.

“Darlin’ you were wearing a matching set?”

“I was hoping that I hadn’t misunderstood our flirtation”

“I hope I can make you cum all over my face, beautiful” He moved down to settle himself between your thighs. He kisses softly at first, treating your lower lips exactly like he had those on your face, courting them open slowly with gentle touches and flicks of his tongue until your hips are rolling up and you feel his nose brushing your clit as his tongue finally dives deep.

“JAKE” Suddenly you found your voice again as you feel your body gathering to a quicker higher point than you had expected.

His hands slide up your thighs bringing lightning bolts of sensations to dance with the storm his building in your cunt as he kisses you thoroughly, his mouth slides up to suck lightly at your clit as two fingers slide into your depth. He surprises you by curling them toward the back first, and your body responds by clenching tightly. He hums in pleasure as your wetness continues to grow, and that hum translates directly to the bundle of nerves he’s got his lips and tongue on, and you arch up forcefully again.

“Jake, I need, please... it’s... please… JAKE” Your hands find his hair and tug lightly not really wanting him to stop but needing to touch him while he’s touching you, his tongue dances in a new pattern as a third finger joins the first to and all three spread wide at once. Your body surprised by this sudden onslaught dissolves in a massive orgasm. As your hips buck uncontrollably and your pussy spasms around his fingers he increases the speed his tongue is flickering and pumps his fingers in and out helping to prolong the orgasm for you... as you finally come down from the high he pulls his fingers out and starts to clean them.

“Wait” you whisper hoarsely, you were screaming so loud before, you hoped the neighbors understood it was from pleasure and your voice is blown

“Why, darlin’?”

“I want to taste me on your fingers”

He inhales quickly as you manage to surprise and turn him on more. He brough his fingers to your mouth and you sucked them clean, then pulled him in for a kiss. He was eager to taste your cream in your mouth and kissed you deeply.

“My turn” you say with a grin pushing up.

“Your turn for what, gorgeous?” He sits back compliantly but with a little confusion on his face.

“I can’t claim to have been wanting to suck your cock since you were 14... that would have been weird and inappropriate. But I can claim to have been thinking about it since Anna’s rehearsal dinner.” You slide off the couch onto your knees in front of him, as he quickly helps you free him from his pants.

You inhale sharply as you are confronted with his member, and then look up at him licking your lips as you move to kiss the head. He moves his hands into your hair which has mostly fallen down already and finds that he can shake the last couple of pins out just by combing his fingers into your hair. As the soft strands fill his hands and your sweet lips move down the length of his cock, it takes every ounce of control he has to avoid just shoving your head down and his hips up. He groans with pleasure.

You hum a little yourself as he gets to the back of your throat, take a quick breath then suck him down until your nose is resting against his body. You work your throat to swallow a few times just letting your tongue wriggle on the bottom of his cock until you need air, then you slide back up and start a rhythm, your fingernails scraping lightly at the insides of his thighs, then your hand coming up to take over the rhythm on his cock while you slurp at his balls, pulling first one then the other in your mouth.

He moans your name “if you don’t stop soon you’re going to have a mess on your hands or in your mouth”

“Good,” you grin up at him just before your mouth closes over his cock again…. You feel the pulsing coming up through his balls since you’re holding them gently and grab another quick inhale through your nose before increasing the suction so his cum flows down your throat as if it was the only place it ever belonged. As the twitches from his hips still, you soften your mouth, licking gently as his member softens.

“C’mere” He grunts as he pulls you up onto the couch with him. You manage to lay facing each other on the couch, tangled together.

You kiss him softly. “That was a great dessert.”

He kisses the tip of your nose “And we didn’t even get to the showstopper”

Jake was working to catch his breath and trying to understand how his cock would be twitching like it was going to get hard again. It’s not like he was twenty anymore, yet here it was already trying its best to refill with blood so it could burrow into your sweet pussy. “Are you open to another round as soon as we catch our breath?’

“Another...” You look up at him surprised, and see that he is not joking, your cunt pulses in agreement “Yeah… I’m open if you’re up for it.” You snuggle closer to his chest, feeling the hairs tickle yours in a delightful texture as one hand tangles in your hair, holding you close, and his other rides up your thigh, over your ass to your low back and back down again. You feel his cock twitching against your thigh and roll your hips against his.

“Do we want to move to the bed?” You ask wondering if you were just going to keep going at it on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers.

“I’d love that” he says and then before you realize his intent, he manages to sweep you into his arms and stand up.

“Um… down the hall on the left” You mumble as you flush somehow finding this more intimate than his tongue and fingers deep inside you.

Jake has two older sisters for pity’s sake, and for all he’s a cocky sonofabitch, he’s also got ethics and hasn’t really felt like taking someone to bed was a victory for years. But setting you down beside the bed while getting the blankets pulled back, he feels a very bone-deep satisfaction that he’s about to get to go for round two with you. His cock is already at half-mast with eagerness. He leans down to kiss you again and then climbs into the bed and invites you to join him.

You know that he is pretty, and you know that he’s considerate – that orgasm all over his hand and face was proof of that, but in that moment you’re lost in the fantasy and wonder if this next bout will be as good. You can’t wait to find out, so you slide into bed next to him and throw your thigh over his as you snuggle to get closer.

“Oh, like this, huh?” He grins and uses his hands to pull you more securely into him and at a slightly better angle. As you kiss and run your hands over each other’s bodies you feel his cock pressing against your entrance.

“Already?” your eyes flash open in surprise

“You do things to me that I haven’t felt in a long time, Gorgeous” he growls slightly as he feels his cock sliding into your wet heat.

As he slides deeper you find yourself taking a deep breath, your body accepts him, but he definitely fills you up completely. It’s a good thing you already had those orgasms making your body soft and fluid, or he would have had to take it slower to get inside. Once he’s fully seated he grinds against you, working your folds open to allow him to make contact with your clit with every thrust. He keeps one hand on your hips keeping the steady slow rhythm, this time for you to enjoy all the sensations of your bodies together. His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer for kisses as your hips rock together. You feel his chest hair rubbing on your nipples with the motion of your bodies and you can feel everything gathering slowly but deliciously in your lower belly.

Your hand slides down to grab his ass in return as you continue to grind together, nails biting in as you enjoy this slow burn, you flex your muscles to caress him in time to rhythm, and he moans into your mouth. Soon enough it’s not enough for either of you and he rolls you onto your back and he starts to ride you harder, changing the angle until he sees your eyes roll back in your head, telling him he found the right angle, he keeps hitting that spot over and over, moving a hand between you to rub your clit in the way he already learned you liked it and you arch strongly beneath him as you feel it coming.

“Yeah, darlin’ cum on my cock” he growls.

“FILL ME UUUUPP!” Your shriek at the start of your orgasm catches him off guard and his hips stutter as rope after rope of cum sprays inside you.

He is mindful of not falling onto you and crushing you, and barely manages to throw himself slightly to the side as he collapses in satiation. His softening dick falls out of you and you feel his cum starting to slide out. You reflexively flex to try to keep it inside, then roll to your side to keep the mess contained. You don’t want to deal with a wet spot later, but you also don’t have the energy or desire to clean up right now.

You know you’re going to fall asleep soon because you’ve been so thoroughly fucked that there is not any chance for anything else, but now you don’t want to wake up alone after that. “Stay.” You murmur it to him.

Jake pulls the sheet over you both. “Okay, darlin’, I couldn’t leave soon anyway.”

You crack your eyes open to see his smile and your own lips curve in response, then you drift off. In the night you feel his arms tighten around you and you wake up and realize that he is asleep and dreaming he’s murmuring something, and it takes a moment to understand that it is your name and “Bradley”. Your pussy clenches as you realize that the fantasy that you’ve had for years and never had the courage to pursue may have literally fallen into your lap. You soothe your hand up and down his back and fall back asleep in his arms.

His phone goes off way too early for your tastes and you whine a little. “Sorry, Beautiful, but schedules must be kept. You go back to sleep.” He kisses your forehead gently.

“Uh-uh” you murmur and struggle to get up too. “We’ll take a shower together and have breakfast before you leave, if we have enough time.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but I accept.” You can hear the drawl deepen as he contemplates the fun of showering together.

While you’re cooking up some eggs and bacon for breakfast, you try to think about how to talk about what you realized in the night. You finally just look at him and ask if you could tell him a crazy fantasy you’ve had for years that you didn’t think would ever be realized. He quirks his brow and gets an eager gleam in his green eyes. “Sure, darlin’, since I got to realize a fantasy I’ve had for years last night, I think it’s only fair.”

You tell him and he goes quiet. “Is it too much? I’m sorry.” You busy yourself with eating the breakfast that you’ve set on the table, not making eye contact.

He says your name tenderly, and you look up. “I… I don’t know what to say, but I do know who comes to mind for that if you’re serious.”

“I’m very serious, and honestly didn’t expect you to react this well.”

“Let me see if I can get a conversation in play. Come out to the Hard Deck tonight? We might be able to make this work.”

You flush bright red as you realize he’s not mad at all, and in fact is interested. “Sure.”

You spend the day working out how you’ll do your hair and makeup, the sundress is definitely in play.

***

Jake knows that the only way he’ll be able to get the conversation started is by first causing a ruckus so he can claim to want to apologize later. He hates knowing that he is going to cause pain, but he hopes that the long-term result is worth it.

“You really don't get it. On this mission, a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come back. No offense, intended.”

***

After training is over for the day, Jake finds Rooster in the locker room. “Hey Lt. Bradshaw, can I talk to you?” The other aviators make themselves scarce as fast as possible.

“What do you want, Bagman?” Rooster’s voice is laced with both exhaustion and bitterness.

“To apologize, for a start, and to talk to you.” Jake was careful to keep his usual cockiness off his face, and let the vulnerability show through.

Rooster looks at Jake with suspicion “I’m listening.”

“I went a little hard earlier, but there were two reasons for it. The first being that I still care, and I want you to make it back from this mission, because I can’t imagine a world without you in it.  The second was I wanted to have a chance to talk to you alone.”

“You what?” Rooster is incredulous “You picked a fight so you’d have to apologize and get to talk to me alone? You could have just asked to talk with me.”

“Yeah, because no one would find that weird if I asked to talk to you in private if there wasn’t a pretext.”

“So, you’re still worried about reputation?”

“Some, yes, but mostly just not wanting to clutter the mission with peripheral information. Listen, do you remember me talking about the one I never got when we were together?”

Rooster’s brow furrows as he thinks back to the time he tries to block from his mind, he had felt a real connection to Jake and they were so good together, but he was never able to fully be present, because he was always pining for the one he never got.

“Wait, is that why you’re a little extra... you today?” Bradley’s eyes get wide.

Jake smiles, but instead of the cocky, brash grin, it’s a soft lovesick smile. “Yeah, we reconnected at my sister’s wedding last year, and she’s here visiting. She showed up last night.”

“Congrats, man, but why are you telling me this?” Bradley feels frustrated like all Jake is doing is hurting him over and over rather than actually trying to make amends.

“Because she told me something over breakfast that I thought you would want to hear.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

Jake lays out your fantasy, and Bradley’s eyes go wide, then he gets a bit of an aroused smirk on his face.

“Really? And you thought of me?”

“Listen, man, I’m going to level with you 100%, you are the one who got away because of the one who I never got. This seems like the perfect resolution of that for me, but I don’t want to pressure you, or ask you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“Well, I mean, I need to meet her first.”

“Yeah, of course, she’s coming to the Hard Deck tonight.”

Rooster looks down at his khakis, “I’m going to take the time to get into my usual bar attire before we head over there tonight, then, I guess. And don’t think I won’t beat you at pool while we wait for her to show up, just because you’ve asked me to consider this.”

Jake’s eyes glow with warmth that Bradley hasn’t seen in years “Thank you so much.” Then he throws the usual cocky grin “but don’t think I’ll just let you beat me at pool because of this either.”

Bradley slugs Jake’s shoulder on his way out. “See you there.”

Jake met up with Coyote at the bar, playing darts until the rest of the gang showed up. Rooster came in with his usual flair and snagged a pool table. “Bagman, 9 ball, rack ‘em.”

Jake makes a show of rolling his eyes and fires back “You know it’s Hangman, and if you wanna lose in front of everyone, I’m good with that.”

Jake take a deep breath before going for his shot, he flips the toothpick in his mouth to help recenter his focus, and manages to sink his shot. He hears a wolf whistle from Coyote as he’s taking his next shot, and misses. He looks over to see you approaching the group wearing your sundress, carrying a couple of beers. The gingham check is in a color that makes your skin, hair, and eyes look the best they can. You’ve left your hair loose and gone for the deep red lipstick and minimal other makeup, knowing that it pops in an absurdly sexual way. Your short heeled sandals only accentuate the pedicure that Jake had failed to notice the night before. You walk up and hand him one of the beers. “I see why you like this place. Very happening.”

Jake takes the beer and takes a quick pull from it, then says “Here’s to you looking so damn fine tonight, Darlin’.” He taps his bottle to yours. Your eyes deepen as you see the excitement in his.

“Are you going to introduce us to this lady, Bagman, or just let her buy you a beer?” Rooster’s voice is a little more gravely than usual, but he got the usual level of snark into it, barely. Jake makes brief eye contact with Bradley and gets the slight widening of the eyes that indicates that he’s in.  

“Rooster, it’s Hangman, just because you got lucky that she distracted me letting you win, doesn’t mean that you can slaughter my name like that.” Jake smirked, then introduced you to the group, finishing with “And this is Lieutenant Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.”

You look at his mustache and easy smile and you understand exactly what attracted Jake. You shake his hand and smile at him the same as everyone else. “Lovely to meet you.”

“Since we just finished this game, let’s see if you can hang with the next part of the evening’s fun,” Rooster winks at you as he heads over to the juke box to pull the plug before sitting down at the piano.

Your mind is racing wondering what is going on, before you recognize the Jerry Lee Lewis hit and you can’t help but to join the group at the piano singing along. Jake is standing behind you, the hand not holding a beer resting on your hip, pulling you back against in him the crowd. You feel his half-hard cock pressing through your skirt, he nuzzles your neck and whispers in your ear “Does tonight work for you?”

You feel your legs turn to water and are grateful he’s behind you, his arm wraps around your waist, giving you support and stability. You miss a word or two of the chorus, then take a deep breath and nod while singing loudly through the rest of the chorus. As Rooster transitions to another song, Jake pulls you around to face him and turns it into a slow dance, putting his head close to yours so you can talk with him.

“Is this really happening?” You don’t recognize the tremble in your voice.

“If you want it to, yes it is.”

You moan softly and tighten your grip on him. “Yes, please.”

He grins and pulls you in for a kiss.

“How are we going to make this happen?”

The piano stops playing, and the juke box fires up again, but Jake keeps circling you in a dance moving closer to the door. “Well we’re going to drop our bottles off on this table here and head out, and Rooster is going to get a text with your address.”

“Okay” you breathe against his mouth, startled with how turned on you already are, knowing tonight your fantasy is really going to come true. And that Jake is going to be a part of it.

Once you’re in your car, with Jake behind the wheel, you turn to him, wondering how you missed the potential in this man when you were younger, then remind yourself that when he first had a crush on you it would have been wildly inappropriate for you to reciprocate, so it’s okay. Besides, had things progressed years ago, tonight wouldn’t be happening.

“You’re awfully quiet, beautiful, what’s on your mind?” Jake looked over at you briefly.

You let the full amount of your arousal resonate in your voice “I’m just thinking about how glad I am that we reconnected at Anna’s wedding, and how timing may not make sense to start, but if we had hooked up years ago, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

He grins at you. “Tonight should be a lot of fun. We’ll want to start with a couple of beers, though, I think to make sure that we’re all on the same page.”

“Whatever it takes, I’m here for it.” You murmur, shifting your thighs, feeling the wetness gather and your nipples pressing against the fabric of your bra and the sundress.

You work to find your balance as you walk into the house and are surprised to hear a Bronco pulling up to park behind your car as you reach the front door.

The Hawaiian shirt flutters as he reaches the door and pauses “May I...”

“Come in,” you interrupt, “Please come on in.” You smile a little nervously as you look between Jake and Bradley.

“What should I call you, Rooster, Bradley, something else?”

“You can call me Bradley, beautiful.” He steps closer and shoots a glance to Jake who nods as reaches out to take your hand again. He kisses it gently and asks quietly “Is this really your idea, are you okay with this?”

You flush bright red “Yes it is, though the person was Jake’s choice.”

“Can I give you a kiss?”

“Absolutely,” you can’t believe that this is happening. Jake is right behind you as Bradley lowers his head and his mustache tickles your face while you start with a gentle kiss, growing deeper. Then you feel Jake’s hands on your hips spinning you around once Bradley lifts his head, his mouth crushing down on yours and you feel his cock pressing against your belly. Bradley’s hand rests on your hip, and his other is on the back of Jake’s head. Jake sucks lightly at your lip before lifting his head, eyes dark with arousal as he winks at you.

You angle your head to the side as you feel Bradley moving slightly to the other side. Then you feel your body trapped between two aroused men in perfect shape who are kissing one another. You realize in that moment that the hunger you get from men is not the same as they will express with each other as there are low growls resonating in both chests during the kiss. They each have one hand on one of your hips, keeping you between them as their other hands are gripping strongly at the other’s neck holding their heads in place as they kiss like the long-separated lovers that they are. The energy is so electric you feel a mini orgasm shudder through your body. They break apart and glance down at you.

Jake finds his voice firsts “Darlin’, was that what we think?”

You’re bright pink, partly from the after effects of that small orgasm, partly from the arousal, partly from being sandwiched between two men who are also heated from arousal. “What the hell did you expect? You are hot, he is hot, the kisses and dancing and then ...” you take a breath looking for the words “Having two hard cocks pressing into you and hearing and feeling your enjoyment of each other? Yeah, I came a little.”

“Jake…” Rooster’s voice is extra gravelly.

“I know Brad” Jake’s voice almost breaks as he makes eye contact with him again. Then they lean down to drop kisses to your head at the same time.

“I think it’s best if we move this to the bedroom” Jake continues. They manage to keep you sandwiched between them as they circle you in a three-person dance including groping, kissing necks, and mouths, into the bedroom. Once legs hit the bed, they spin you again, and Bradley leans down kissing you while Jake readies the bed for the fun that is about to happen. You step aside after Bradley lifts his head.

“Part of my fantasy, gentlemen, is watching you get each other naked” you stand by the bed and pull the dress off, sitting on the edge of the bed in a different set of lace than yesterday, crossing your legs to undo the straps of your shoes.

Jake moans and turns to Rooster, “Shall we give the lady what she wants?”

Bradley doesn’t bother using his words, but just grabs Jake by the front of his shirt, yanking him close for a kiss that is even more intense than the ones they’d shared with you between them. Jake’s hands force the Hawaiian shirt to the floor almost as quickly as their mouths crash together. Bradley’s hands are too busy groping Jake’s ass so he can grind their hard cocks together, he’s lost in the smells, flavors, and textures he’s missed. He hated walking away from Jake, but he needed more than Jake could give him. Even if this ends up being the same, getting to see Jake fully engaged and satisfied even once was worth it. Jake pulls the undershirt up and breaks the kiss long enough to get it off and then his hands tangle in Bradley’s hair pulling him back in for another kiss.

The feel of Jake’s shirt against his nipples causes Bradley to get hungry for flesh to flesh, and he yanks the shirt out of Jake’s pants and pulls straight up, pausing when he has Jake’s hands partially encased in the shirt still and leans back in for another kiss, holding their hands in the air. Jake fights his hands free to get his hands on Bradley’s ass grinding against him as the kiss spins out and their moans and grunts fill the air.

You don’t even mind that they seem to have forgotten you for the moment, you push yourself more solidly on the bed and keep your legs together, trapping your moisture, and using the pressure to keep your clit stimulated as your hands involuntarily go to your breasts, plucking at your nipples through the lace.

Bradley spins Jake around and starts kissing his neck where it meets his shoulders and moves his hands down to the fastening at the front of Jake’s pants. Jake sees you and groans deeply. “Man, we’re going to have to slow down or I’m going to cum before we get to the main event”

“Are you saying we need to do this in a few rounds? Is that it, or are you going to be Hangman tonight and leave us hanging?”

Jake whips back around and pushes Bradley against the door as it slams shut locking all that energy in just one room. His hand goes around Rooster’s throat choking him lightly as his other hand goes down to start stroking his cock through his pants. “Try looking over my shoulder and see what you made me see while your cock is being stroked and see how you hold it together” He moves in to suck on the pulse point in Brad’s throat his hands moving down to get Rooster’s pants off, using delicate fingertips to stroke against his cock, knowing how wild that drives him.

Rooster pushes Jake back until he falls on the bed crosswise below your legs. “Your point is made. If we’re going for multiple rounds, don’t you think someone should make sure that the beauty is taken care of too?”

Jake cracks a grin “Daisy chain? Rock, paper, scissors for who gets to eat that pussy?”

You moan wildly as you realize that a different layer of your fantasy that you hadn’t even fully formulated was about to happen.

Bradley grins as well “Okay, but first shouldn’t we pull her up and get her as naked as us?”

You grow dizzy as they pull you upright, then spin you between them, four calloused hands working in tandem to keep you spinning between mustache and freshly shaved kisses, bra and panties leaving your body, and then being gently placed on the bed, four hands positioning you in a way that will allow for this daisy chain to be effective. Then they face off and do best two out of three.

“Dammit, Bradley, how did you win?”

“You’ve got a tell, but I’m not giving away my advantage.”

You feel your cunt clench as Bradley settles himself between your thighs and licks a long stripe gathering your flavor and moaning “Mmmm” as he settles in to see if he can make you cum as hard as possible while Jake gets into the bed, positioning himself to suck Bradley’s cock while presenting your mouth with his. Your hand greedily reach out and swipe off the precum and wipe it on your lips, licking it off and purring before wrapping your lips around his cockhead, knowing that your moans will be translated directly to his cock.

The room is filled with obscene sounds of sucking, licking and moans muffled by where mouths are pressed, making everything more intense than it was already. Your hips grind as you feel a mustache tickling the edges of your pussy as fingers join the nose pressing near your entrance. The tongue on your clit, swirling with purpose, bringing jolts of pleasure through your body, as you feel two thick fingers pressing into you, you lose focus on the cock in your mouth and scream in pleasure. Jake is pressed deep enough that it is a vibration directly on the head of his cock and he moans similarly on Rooster’s cock.

Three pairs of hips start jerking nearly uncontrollably as the sensations fly through your bodies and Jake is the first to go, his hips pressing deeper against your mouth and throat letting his cum spill freely. You cough slightly as you were about to scream when it started, then you swallow greedily feeling the orgasm rip through your body while you taste his pleasure. As your pussy clenches tight around Bradley’s fingers his own grunt of satisfaction vibrates against your clit, prolonging your orgasm. You fall back on the bed unable to process how deeply hot that was, or how well pleasured your body is already.

Bradley sits back, pulling his fingers from you and offers them to Jake, who makes eye contact with you then Bradley as he sucks them clean of your flavors. His eyes roll back slightly in his head. “Okay, this is going to take a minute to recover from, but we are definitely going to get to the main event yet tonight, baby.” Jake murmurs as he moves up to cuddle you. Bradley moves so he’s behind Jake cuddling him and reaching past to stroke your back too.

“That was already so damn hot” you whimper. “I definitely want the main event, don’t misunderstand, but I don’t know how I’m going to live through it.”

Rooster chuckles and strokes your hair back from your face as his nibbles at Jake’s ear. “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way for all of us to survive, but you’re right, it’s going to be more intense than I’d expected.”

You meet his brown eyes and ask the question that was burning in your mind at the Hard Deck “You’re really okay with this?” You blush as you realize how very silly this sounds given what just happened.

He smiles slowly at you as his hand strokes down Jake’s side. “I am so very okay with this. And not just because it’s Jake back in bed with me, where he belongs, but now I can see that you very much belong in the bed too.” You stretch languorously as though his calloused hand had just stroked down your body, surprised that you can feel this hungry again so soon after that storm of erotic satisfaction blew through you.

“I have to say, while I never thought of Jake this way when we were younger, knowing what I know and since we reconnected, this is the most right anything has felt.” You switch your eye contact to Jake as you state this and he leans in kissing you, unable to resist the hunger and desire he sees there.

As he rolls you onto your back and starts kissing and caressing you, you feel the bed shift. You break away from Jake’s mouth long enough to say “In the bathroom, under the sink” then Jake captures your jaw in his hand and turns your face back to his kisses. You feel his cock already twitching against your thigh as he works his way down your body, taking time to really pay homage to your breasts, kissing, licking biting, and sucking, using his weight to control your body as it writhes beneath him.

“Please, Jake, I need…” your voice breaks as another wave of pleasure flows through you, from your nipple to your clit and back again.

“Yes, darlin’, what do you need?” He pulls his head up just long enough to ask, then slides a hand between your legs to draw patterns near but not into you or onto your clit while returning to your nipple.

“I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME NOW” you shriek, unable to modulate the need careening through you. Your hands are flopping around looking for any sort of purchase. Suddenly you feel hands grabbing yours and anchoring them, even as Jake’s fingers plunge into you, three at once, and his other hand is caressing your breast. Your eyes fly open, and you see Bradley’s eyes, blown with arousal staring into yours as he presses himself along Jake’s back.  “OH MY GOD” you scream as you blow apart, your brain processing that you still haven’t actually had your fantasy, but every bit leading up is even hotter than you thought.

You hear the deep rumble of male voices talking and some kissing, but only in the periphery of your awareness as the orgasm explodes through you, Jake’s hands never slowing their assault helping you ride the high as long as possible, and Bradley’s fingers intertwining with yours taking all the gripping that you’ve got, helping you keep tethered to this world even as you fly.

As you come down from the high fingers loosen from yours, then Jake pulls his fingers from you, the men sit between your thighs facing each other for a moment, sharing the flavor of you from Jake’s fingers before kissing each other again. You are struck again by how much heat and hunger is shared with the men, and how lucky you feel to be in this moment with them.

“Do you want to get in her first, do you want me to go first?” Bradley’s voice is gravely again as he is back to fully hard.

Your eyes widen as you realize that these men have already recovered enough for the main event.

“Definitely let me get in first” Jake’s voice is a little shaky as he realizes that this is happening. He takes two deep breaths to settle himself. That first round should have taken the edge off so he could last this time, but now he’s not so sure.

You open your arms in welcome as Jake settles himself between your thighs, his hard cock pushing at your soggy entrance, sliding in as though his cock belongs there and nowhere else. After he bottoms out, he rearranges limbs, fucking you slowly as he gets to his knees, hooking your legs wide and high around his torso, his knees on either side of your torso as he rocks into and out of you.

Your eyes are limpid pools of desire as you realize this is really happening. He leans back down and kisses you. Rooster opens the bottle of lube and puts some on his cock, then rubs his slick finger against Jake’s ass, rubbing circles that cause Jake’s hips to jerk out of rhythm. He pauses toward the back of his thrust, keeping his cockhead inside your hot cunt, and lifts his head to say “Stop fucking teasing me, Bradley” which was all he was waiting for, shoving his finger deep and preparing Jake’s ass for his thickness. A second finger joins the first while Jake sucks on your neck at the pulse point, staying still as you feel his cock twitching inside you and his moans vibrating against your skin. Suddenly he thrusts deep inside you and takes your mouth in a hungry kiss, thrusting three times in rapid succession before pulling back out and stilling himself with just the head of his cock in your warmth. Your hands stroke over the back of his head and hold his shoulders.

“Shhh... it’s okay, we’re going to have so much fun, Jake, thank you for doing this for me, I’m going to come so hard on your hot cock.” You are babbling now, but you can’t help it, you realize that this is going to be even better than you’d thought all those nights alone.

Bradley presses down on Jake’s back, setting up the angle even better and asks, “Are you ready?”

Jake nods against your neck and you lock eyes with Bradley as he presses his hard cock into Jake. You feel an orgasm rip through you as you feel the instant that he bottoms out in Jake and Jake starts pressing back into you. The force of two strong men fucking into you at once, but all concentrated in one cock is even more intense than you’d dreamed and you scream with completion. Jake and Bradley stop balls deep, keeping the pressure constant as your hips try to arch and buck through your orgasm. As you come back down Jake has lifted his head and his green eyes are looking into yours. “Do we keep going, love?”

“YES” You realize that you aren’t even really in your right mind anymore, but you can’t help it, you need to feel this completed.

Jake’s hands lace with yours, and then you feel more weight and added fingers and realize that Rooster has draped himself over Jake to make sure all three of you are touching as the fucking begins in earnest. The rhythm switches between Jake fucking himself off Bradley and into you and out of you and onto Bradley, and Bradley fucking Jake so hard that he’s fucking you at the same time using Jake’s cock. You lapse into multiple orgasms, just flipping from one to the next, the only thing tethering you to reality is the cock in your pussy, and the hot hands holding your hands still. Suddenly the pressure against your clit from Jake’s pelvic bone is much more intense and sustained and you flip to another level, making noises you’ve never heard from your throat before as he paints your walls with his hot cum.

Everyone collapses together for a few endless moments before you gasp “Can’t Breathe” and Bradley slowly gets himself pulled together and off Jake, his cock having softened and mostly removed itself from Jake’s ass in the intervening moments. He looks down at you and heads back into the bathroom, having found the washcloths while he was looking for the lube. He came back in with three washcloths.

Jake had moved off you kissing your shoulder. He takes the washcloth that Bradley hands him, using it to gently clean you, and get the residue of his cum that is spilling out of you cleaned up before it makes a mess on the bed. You smile into his eyes, and see a gleam hit them and realize that Bradley is using another washcloth to clean Jake up at the same time.

The intimacy of the moment is enough to make you shudder one final time settling back to earth softly and completely. Bradley goes to dump the washcloths in the hamper and Jake says “Stay, please.”

You’ve known Jake for what seems like forever. He was always hanging around his older sisters when  you were over to visit. He was a little twerp that was annoying, and then when you were in high school, he was in junior high and you weren’t around each other as much. Your families stayed close, but as he moved on to the Naval Academy and you were starting your career, you fell out of touch. His sister’s wedding last year had brought you back into each other’s awareness.

This was not the kid you remembered, or even the young man who seemed too young for you. Earlier in life 4 years feels like everything. But when you first saw him at the rehearsal dinner, you saw him from the back, and felt that tingle. You knew that man was someone you’d want to get to know, maybe have a fling with. You hoped he was in the groom’s party and peripheral enough that it could be a one and done. Then he turned and you saw that same goofy grin he’d sported his whole life, but an awareness behind it that you didn’t remember. You blinked quickly and did your best to school your face to indicate nothing but recognition and reconnection. He came over and grabbed you in a big hug, and you worked to remind yourself that this man, this strong, well developed man, was your friend’s younger brother Jake. Just Jake, that you’ve known and been friends with forever.

Now your company has allowed you to shift to a fully remote position with only 4 days a year in office for team building, you have more flexibility about where you live. You had gotten a little sloppy at the wedding and gave Jake your number. You were careful to say that you wanted to make sure to stay in touch, playing it off as the older sister type of feelings, but you thought you caught a gleam in his eye when he winked as he put your number in his phone. Then the text messages started. Simple enough at first, asking about each other’s day, talking about the bullshit you can each talk about from your jobs. You knew his callsign was “Hangman” but couldn’t figure why he would tolerate that. He seemed to really care what you thought about the weird things in life and you found yourself falling for the man he was under the exterior. He was brash, and bold, and cocky as hell. He had to keep that going, because of his job. Naval aviator isn’t for those who are less than confident in their abilities.

When he reached out and told you that if you wanted to visit in San Diego, he’d be there for at least a couple of weeks, you understood that it was an invite for more than just friendly conversations. You took all of 30 seconds to decide it was worth it. You told your colleagues that you’d be out of touch over the weekend while you made a short-term relocation to catch up with a friend.

***

You were going to come down to visit. He could hardly believe it and knew that his cock was very much hoping that it was really going to happen. Jake laughed at himself. He wasn’t just thinking with his cock here, he’d had a crush on you since puberty. The first time you’d stayed over visiting his sisters after he was growing aware of how much tits made him happy, he was enthralled at the way they pressed against your nightshirt. He had done his best to avoid letting you know how he felt, because his friends assured him it was a typical crush. They agreed you was hot but warned that there was no chance that someone your age would ever take him seriously.

Then the gap of connection while he was at the academy and then training as a naval aviator and the various people he’d connected with along the way to try to drive you from his mind. He really had enjoyed every encounter. He knew he was good, but he also knew that he was never going to be able to shake you because the minute he saw you at Anna’s rehearsal dinner everything came flooding back as if he was 14 all over again. He had learned enough in his time with the Navy to know that the best cover is truth. He made himself head over and grab you for a hug like you used to do back when you were at his high school graduation, or other times. As if you were just practically siblings still. Feeling your curves pressed against him he had to think about the least sexy things he could remember until after the hug was over to keep his cock under control.

He was glad that he’d managed to wheedle your number out of you at the reception, convincing you it was your idea. He didn’t know if he would have been able to move on again trying to tuck you back into the corner of his mind. Then he found that your mind was even more vibrant than your body. Even more than your smile and your eyes. He knew better than to split focus when being called up for a special mission, but San Diego was a popular vacation site, and he hoped that he might be able to make something happen with that vacation sheen over the visit.

***

You had texted Jake what date you’d be arriving and letting him know you’d found a VRBO that you could rent for the stay, with good internet connection so you could work while he was training. He texted back that he’d hoped you’d be able to take a vacation, and you’d replied with the address asking if he wanted to do dinner at the house after he was done for the day. You figured after all the flirting you’d managed over text, you might be able to work up the courage to see if he was interested in a kiss after dinner. You stopped at a grocery store on the way to the rental, stocking up on basics and the makings of meatloaf and mashed potatoes and gravy. You remembered how Jake always asked for that as his birthday dinner and had wheedled Anna to get the recipe from their mom. You felt bad about bullshitting about missing the family dinners they’d shared. But if it didn’t turn into anything, then you could mention it to her in passing about your vacation that had happened to intersect with Jake. If it did turn into something, you could confess.

After doing prep work for dinner, getting unpacked and taking a nice hot shower to refresh, you spend time doing your makeup lightly – not trying to look like you’re trying, but wanting to put your best foot forward. You spend time going between a flirty sundress, or a more casual cutoff jean shorts and a tank top with a flirty lace bra peeking out from underneath. You finally decided that the casual look would give you an out if you had misread those texts. You made sure you had your hair in a flirty updo that would fall down with only a little tussle. Then you set up to read for a while until he texted that he was on the way over.

Normally Jake would just hit the shower in the locker room and call it good to go, but knowing that you were waiting for him, and planning a dinner in, he headed back to his quarters to make sure he was freshly shaved and put on some civvies to meet up with you. As he headed back to quarters while everyone else was moving in a crew toward the Hard Deck, Payback hollered to ask if he was lost. “Nah, just have a friend in from out of town, I’m meeting up with tonight.”

His phone started blowing up with the bullshit that the crew gave each other any time one of them missed out on the postmortem at the Hard Deck, but he was not even phased. He skipped past the notifications and pulled up your number to text that he was going to be leaving in about 5 minutes and arriving in about 15 after that. That would give him a chance to stop and pick up a bottle of wine and some flowers. Jake laughed at himself in the mirror because he couldn’t believe that he was actually as nervous as his first time again. Even though he’d just finished brushing his teeth, he hit his mouth one more time with Listerine before grabbing his habitual toothpick, sunglasses, wallet, and keys on his way out the door.

He had gotten ahold of Anna to find out what type of wine you liked. He disguised it as asking about the wine at the wedding because he had been chatting with a woman who had mentioned a brand that he thought he remembered. He knew your favorite flower because of chatter that spring and was glad that the local grocery store had it along with the wine. He was running just a minute behind his planned arrival time, so he had to remind himself to slow down before pulling up in front of the house. He didn’t want to screech to a halt. You were a good friend. Someone he’d been working to get to know better, sure, but still someone he’d known for as long as he can remember. There was no reason that this had to be weird-er tonight. He knocked on the door and got the toothpick in its usual spot, fixing his grin on his face.

***

You opened the door after taking a steadying breath, deciding that barefoot may be a cliché, but also kept things casual. Your eyes dropped with surprise to the bouquet and wine in his hands, so you missed seeing his face pop with surprise at how damn good you looked to him. You looked up to smile and ask if those were for you and caught his face looking different than you expected for a spit second, but as you met his eyes, he popped that grin back on his face. “Well don’t you look like a fresh batch of tea ready to take a drink?” You flush a little and grin. “I was just about to ask who you’d bought the wine and flowers for, but I take it for me?”

“Absolutely, darlin’. You took the time to make me dinner, after traveling, the least I could do was bring the proper hostess gifts. My mama raised me this way, as you well know.”

His confident grin and the twinkle in his green eyes cause your thighs to go a little soft. “Well come on in cowboy. Dinner is almost on the table. I know you can’t tell me much about why you’re here, but I was hoping to hear more about who you’re spending your training time with. Anyone you know from previous assignments?”

You take the flowers from him leading him back toward the kitchen so you can put them on the table. He was thoughtful enough to get the flowers in a vase since you’re renting, he knew you wouldn’t necessarily have something to put them in.

You glanced over as he hesitated. “What’s up Jake?”

“You remember Jimmy Breakworth?”

“Jimmy Breakworth from when you were in 7th grade? The kid who you had over for a sleepover, then insisted we all sleep in the living room, even though we were Juniors?”

“Yeah. Did I ever tell you why?”

“Oh, Jake, we knew it was because you had a crush on him and couldn’t figure out how to handle it. That is hard enough to negotiate when you’re older and it’s in line with society’s expectations. It’s even harder when it’s outside of the accepted norms.”

“You knew? But..”

You stifled a giggle at the look of consternation on his face. “Listen, we knew you had a crush on him, just like we knew you still looked at tits and ass of women. We weren’t sure if it was confusion, gay, or bi, but we knew.”

“Definitely bi, love women a lot, love men a lot too. Just.. never realized that you…” He cleared his throat abruptly. “Anyway, Jimmy Breakworth is no stick jockey, but there was a guy at one of my duty stations – Bradley – we got involved for a little while, and the chemistry was great, but the rest was a mess. It didn’t exactly end well. He’s here.”

“Oh goodness, that’s got to make this special assignment all the more intense. Go ahead and grab a seat there at the table, and I’ll get the food on in a second.” You move to grab the potatoes and gravy from the stove and after putting them on the table in the alcove off the kitchen you go back and grab the meatloaf from the oven.

“Meatloaf, potatoes, and gravy? What did I do to deserve this?” Jake was proud of himself for being able to switch back to the topic at hand, especially since thinking of the time he’d spent with Rooster made him hornier than just looking at you in those cutoffs. Though the sight of you bent over in front of the oven was enough to get him hard without the extra stimulation.

You smile easily, “I figured that you could use a taste of home and that was part of why you invited me to come down here.”

“A taste of home, hmm?” He quirked a brow suggestively before he remembered that you hadn’t really talked about this yet.

You smirked back at him “Well, since you brought me this lovely wine that actually pairs perfectly with the meal, why don’t we start with dinner and see where it goes from there?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” He shifted slightly in his chair across the table from you, allowing his calves to brush against yours under the table as you started eating. He knew the value of touch to bring someone’s awareness to him physically. And that physical awareness easily stimulates the sexual if the other party is open to it.

By the time dinner is over and the bottle of wine is dead, you’re feeling looser than you’d thought, and when he takes your hand and asks if he can dance with you, you giggle a little “But to what music, Jake?”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and puts on “Slow Ride” and quirks that eyebrow at you again.

“Sounds good” you turn into his embrace as you start a slow circling dance toward the couch your bodies finding the rhythm of the other, legs entangling as you move, your hands side up to toy with his neck while his slide down cupping your hips, drawing your ass closer until you can feel the heat of his cock through his jeans.

“Jake” your eyes go soft as you realize that the attraction is mutual, and you let your hard as rock nipples drag across his torso so he knows too.

“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this, Beautiful.” His voice was a gravelly whisper.

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please” you rise on your toes as he leans down and moves a hand up your back to pull you even closer into the kiss.

He tastes spicy like dinner and the wine, and under that there’s a something… something indefinable that just must be him. You feel your pussy clench in reaction and grin against his mouth when you feel movement stop and realize he’s worked himself to the couch. He sits down and pulls you with him. You straddle him to keep kissing him, running your hands through his hair, and nibbling at his lower lip.

“Darlin’, I just… I need to know if you’re okay with this going further before I get too carried away.” He isn’t exactly out of breath, but his breathing isn’t steady, and you smile as you look deep into his beautiful green eyes.

“Jake, if I wasn’t would my pussy be grinding against that delightfully hard cock you’re keeping contained in your pants?”

His grin is wider and more boyish than his usual “You know I want to make sure consent is freely given and enthusiastic. But now that you mention it…” his hands trail down your ass to rub it more intensely, causing your hips to grind harder on his “this seems pretty enthusiastic.”

“Yes, Jake. I’m very enthusiastically consenting, okay, now would you shut up and kiss me again?”

“I think no.”

“What?!?”

“I mean, I think no I won’t kiss your mouth again quite yet. Mainly because if you’re okay with it, I’d really like to see your pretty tits. Spend some time kissing them.”

You giggle and press more firmly against his cock as you help him take your tank top off.

You see his eyes darken as they see your tits encased in the flimsy lace.

“Darlin’ you are going to kill me if I’m not careful.” He moaned slightly as his hands then mouth found your breasts. You gasp and moan in return as you feel the heat gather even more strongly with the moisture in your pussy. He turns you and lays you on the couch, your hands grab at his shirt, working to unbutton it while he’s working to get your bra down under your nipples. He isn’t quite ready to take it all the way off, but he can’t wait to taste your skin either. You push his shirt off as he latches on.

The slow strong rhythm makes your hips arch up and your eyes close “Jake, please!”

You’re not certain that you can get more coherent words out, but he pauses and focuses hot eyes on yours and realizes what you need. He takes your bra off and gets his shirt off, leaning down giving you full torso contact as his kisses you again.

Your hunger surprises even you as you start working to try to get your hands between you to get his pants off. He whispers your name as he links his hands with yours. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Can I just have a little bit of time to get to explore your body? I… God…I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I’ve been wanting to see it like this since before I had a crush on Jimmy.”

Your heart stutters as you realize what he’s saying and your hunger loses its teeth, and instead becomes a bigger hunger than for a quick bang. “Yes, oh my god, yes” you breath out and then link the fingers of your hands together around one of his, bringing it to your mouth for a quick kiss.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just let me get you all the way unwrapped, then let me get my dessert in. I’m so hungry for some cream.”

You feel your entire body quiver as you realize what he’s looking for “Yes” you whisper it not sure how many more words you have right now. Your brain would be racing with trying to understand what he meant, but then his hands were busy getting your shorts off. He missed out on the sight of the matching lace thong because he was in a hurry and realized it when he got your shorts past your ankles.

“Darlin’ you were wearing a matching set?”

“I was hoping that I hadn’t misunderstood our flirtation”

“I hope I can make you cum all over my face, beautiful” He moved down to settle himself between your thighs. He kisses softly at first, treating your lower lips exactly like he had those on your face, courting them open slowly with gentle touches and flicks of his tongue until your hips are rolling up and you feel his nose brushing your clit as his tongue finally dives deep.

“JAKE” Suddenly you found your voice again as you feel your body gathering to a quicker higher point than you had expected.

His hands slide up your thighs bringing lightning bolts of sensations to dance with the storm his building in your cut as he kisses you thoroughly, his mouth slides up to suck lightly at your clit as two fingers slide into your depth. He surprises you by curling them toward the back first, and your body responds by clenching tightly. He hums in pleasure as your wetness continues to grow, and that hum translates directly to the bundle of nerves he’s got his lips and tongue on, and you arch up forcefully again.

“Jake, I need, please... it’s... please… JAKE” Your hands find his hair and tug lightly not really wanting him to stop but needing to touch him while he’s touching you, his tongue dances in a new pattern as a third finger joins the first to and all three spread wide at once. Your body surprised by this sudden onslaught dissolves in a massive orgasm. As your hips buck uncontrollably and your pussy spasms around his fingers he increases the speed his tongue is flickering and pumps his fingers in and out helping to prolong the orgasm for you... as you finally come down from the high he pulls his fingers out and starts to clean them.

“Wait” you whisper hoarsely, you were screaming so loud before, you hoped the neighbors understood it was from pleasure and your voice is blown

“Why, darlin’?”

“I want to taste me on your fingers”

He inhales quickly as you manage to surprise and turn him on more. He brough his fingers to your mouth and you sucked them clean, then pulled him in for a kiss. He was eager to taste your cream in your mouth and kissed you deeply.

“My turn” you say with a grin pushing up.

“Your turn for what, gorgeous?” He sits back compliantly but with a little confusion on his face.

“I can’t claim to have been wanting to suck your cock since you were 14... that would have been weird and inappropriate. But I can claim to have been thinking about it since Anna’s rehearsal dinner.” You slide off the couch onto your knees in front of him, as he quickly helps you free him from his pants.

You inhale sharply as you are confronted with his member, and then look up at him licking your lips as you move to kiss the head. He moves his hands into your hair which has mostly fallen down already and finds that he can shake the last couple of pins out just by combing his fingers into your hair. As the soft strands fill his hands and your sweet lips move down the length of his cock, it takes every ounce of control he has to avoid just shoving your head down and his hips up. He groans with pleasure.

You hum a little yourself as he gets to the back of your throat, take a quick breath then suck him down until your nose is resting against his body. You work your throat to swallow a few times just letting your tongue wriggle on the bottom of his cock until you need air, then you slide back up and start a rhythm, your fingernails scraping lightly at the insides of his thighs, then your hand coming up to take over the rhythm on his cock while you slurp at his balls, pulling first one then the other in your mouth.

He moans your name “if you don’t stop soon you’re going to have a mess on your hands or in your mouth”

“Good,” you grin up at him just before your mouth closes over his cock again…. You feel the pulsing coming up through his balls since you’re holding them gently and grab another quick inhale through your nose before increasing the suction so his cum flows down your throat as if it was the only place it ever belonged. As the twitches from his hips still, you soften your mouth, licking gently as his member softens.

“C’mere” He grunts as he pulls you up onto the couch with him. You manage to lay facing each other on the couch, tangled together.

You kiss him softly. “That was a great dessert.”

He kisses the tip of your nose “And we didn’t even get to the showstopper”

Jake was working to catch his breath and trying to understand how his cock would be twitching like it was going to get hard again. It’s not like he was twenty anymore, yet here it was already trying its best to refill with blood so it could burrow into your sweet pussy. “Are you open to another round as soon as we catch our breath?’

“Another...” You look up at him surprised, and see that he is not joking, your cunt pulses in agreement “Yeah… I’m open if you’re up for it.” You snuggle closer to his chest, feeling the hairs tickle yours in a delightful texture as one hand tangles in your hair, holding you close, and his other rides up your thigh, over your ass to your low back and back down again. You feel his cock twitching against your thigh and roll your hips against his.

“Do we want to move to the bed?” You ask wondering if you were just going to keep going at it on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers.

“I’d love that” he says and then before you realize his intent, he manages to sweep you into his arms and stand up.

“Um… down the hall on the left” You mumble as you flush somehow finding this more intimate than his tongue and fingers deep inside you.

Jake has two older sisters for pity’s sake, and for all he’s a cocky sonofabitch, he’s also got ethics and hasn’t really felt like taking someone to bed was a victory for years. But setting you down beside the bed while getting the blankets pulled back, he feels a very bone-deep satisfaction that he’s about to get to go for round two with you. His cock is already at half-mast with eagerness. He leans down to kiss you again and then climbs into the bed and invites you to join him.

You know that he is pretty, and you know that he’s considerate – that orgasm all over his hand and face was proof of that, but in that moment you’re lost in the fantasy and wonder if this next bout will be as good. You can’t wait to find out, so you slide into bed next to him and throw your thigh over his as you snuggle to get closer.

“Oh, like this, huh?” He grins and uses his hands to pull you more securely into him and at a slightly better angle. As you kiss and run your hands over each other’s bodies you feel his cock pressing against your entrance.

“Already?” your eyes flash open in surprise

“You do things to me that I haven’t felt in a long time, Gorgeous” he growls slightly as he feels his cock sliding into your wet heat.

As he slides deeper you find yourself taking a deep breath, your body accepts him, but he definitely fills you up completely. It’s a good thing you already had those orgasms making your body soft and fluid, or he would have had to take it slower to get inside. Once he’s fully seated he grinds against you, working your folds open to allow him to make contact with your clit with every thrust. He keeps one hand on your hips keeping the steady slow rhythm, this time for you to enjoy all the sensations of your bodies together. His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer for kisses as your hips rock together. You feel his chest hair rubbing on your nipples with the motion of your bodies and you can feel everything gathering slowly but deliciously in your lower belly.

Your hand slides down to grab his ass in return as you continue to grind together, nails biting in as you enjoy this slow burn, you flex your muscles to caress him in time to rhythm, and he moans into your mouth. Soon enough it’s not enough for either of you and he rolls you onto your back and he starts to ride you harder, changing the angle until he sees your eyes roll back in your head, telling him he found the right angle, he keeps hitting that spot over and over, moving a hand between you to rub your clit in the way he already learned you liked it and you arch strongly beneath him as you feel it coming.

“Yeah, darlin’ cum on my cock” he growls.

“FILL ME UUUUPP!” Your shriek at the start of your orgasm catches him off guard and his hips stutter as rope after rope of cum sprays inside you.

He is mindful of not falling onto you and crushing you, and barely manages to throw himself slightly to the side as he collapses in satiation. His softening dick falls out of you and you feel his cum starting to slide out. You reflexively flex to try to keep it inside, then roll to your side to keep the mess contained. You don’t want to deal with a wet spot later, but you also don’t have the energy or desire to clean up right now.

You know you’re going to fall asleep soon because you’ve been so thoroughly fucked that there is not any chance for anything else, but now you don’t want to wake up alone after that. “Stay.” You murmur it to him.

Jake pulls the sheet over you both. “Okay, darlin’, I couldn’t leave soon anyway.”

You crack your eyes open to see his smile and your own lips curve in response, then you drift off. In the night you feel his arms tighten around you and you wake up and realize that he is asleep and dreaming he’s murmuring something, and it takes a moment to understand that it is your name and “Bradley”. Your pussy clenches as you realize that the fantasy that you’ve had for years and never had the courage to pursue may have literally fallen into your lap. You soothe your hand up and down his back and fall back asleep in his arms.

His phone goes off way too early for your tastes and you whine a little. “Sorry, Beautiful, but schedules must be kept. You go back to sleep.” He kisses your forehead gently.

“Uh-uh” you murmur and struggle to get up too. “We’ll take a shower together and have breakfast before you leave, if we have enough time.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but I accept.” You can hear the drawl deepen as he contemplates the fun of showering together.

While you’re cooking up some eggs and bacon for breakfast, you try to think about how to talk about what you realized in the night. You finally just look at him and ask if you could tell him a crazy fantasy you’ve had for years that you didn’t think would ever be realized. He quirks his brow and gets an eager gleam in his green eyes. “Sure, darlin’, since I got to realize a fantasy I’ve had for years last night, I think it’s only fair.”

You tell him and he goes quiet. “Is it too much? I’m sorry.” You busy yourself with eating the breakfast that you’ve set on the table, not making eye contact.

He says your name tenderly, and you look up. “I… I don’t know what to say, but I do know who comes to mind for that if you’re serious.”

“I’m very serious, and honestly didn’t expect you to react this well.”

“Let me see if I can get a conversation in play. Come out to the Hard Deck tonight? We might be able to make this work.”

You flush bright red as you realize he’s not mad at all, and in fact is interested. “Sure.”

You spend the day working out how you’ll do your hair and makeup, the sundress is definitely in play.

***

Jake knows that the only way he’ll be able to get the conversation started is by first causing a ruckus so he can claim to want to apologize later. He hates knowing that he is going to cause pain, but he hopes that the long-term result is worth it.

“You really don't get it. On this mission, a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come back. No offense, intended.”

***

After training is over for the day, Jake finds Rooster in the locker room. “Hey Lt. Bradshaw, can I talk to you?” The other aviators make themselves scarce as fast as possible.

“What do you want, Bagman?” Rooster’s voice is laced with both exhaustion and bitterness.

“To apologize, for a start, and to talk to you.” Jake was careful to keep his usual cockiness off his face, and let the vulnerability show through.

Rooster looks at Jake with suspicion “I’m listening.”

“I went a little hard earlier, but there were two reasons for it. The first being that I still care, and I want you to make it back from this mission, because I can’t imagine a world without you in it.  The second was I wanted to have a chance to talk to you alone.”

“You what?” Rooster is incredulous “You picked a fight so you’d have to apologize and get to talk to me alone? You could have just asked to talk with me.”

“Yeah, because no one would find that weird if I asked to talk to you in private if there wasn’t a pretext.”

“So, you’re still worried about reputation?”

“Some, yes, but mostly just not wanting to clutter the mission with peripheral information. Listen, do you remember me talking about the one I never got when we were together?”

Rooster’s brow furrows as he thinks back to the time he tries to block from his mind, he had felt a real connection to Jake and they were so good together, but he was never able to fully be present, because he was always pining for the one he never got.

“Wait, is that why you’re a little extra... you today?” Bradley’s eyes get wide.

Jake smiles, but instead of the cocky, brash grin, it’s a soft lovesick smile. “Yeah, we reconnected at my sister’s wedding last year, and she’s here visiting. She showed up last night.”

“Congrats, man, but why are you telling me this?” Bradley feels frustrated like all Jake is doing is hurting him over and over rather than actually trying to make amends.

“Because she told me something over breakfast that I thought you would want to hear.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

Jake lays out your fantasy, and Bradley’s eyes go wide, then he gets a bit of an aroused smirk on his face.

“Really? And you thought of me?”

“Listen, man, I’m going to level with you 100%, you are the one who got away because of the one who I never got. This seems like the perfect resolution of that for me, but I don’t want to pressure you, or ask you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“Well, I mean, I need to meet her first.”

“Yeah, of course, she’s coming to the Hard Deck tonight.”

Rooster looks down at his khakis, “I’m going to take the time to get into my usual bar attire before we head over there tonight, then, I guess. And don’t think I won’t beat you at pool while we wait for her to show up, just because you’ve asked me to consider this.”

Jake’s eyes glow with warmth that Bradley hasn’t seen in years “Thank you so much.” Then he throws the usual cocky grin “but don’t think I’ll just let you beat me at pool because of this either.”

Bradley slugs Jake’s shoulder on his way out. “See you there.”

Jake met up with Coyote at the bar, playing darts until the rest of the gang showed up. Rooster came in with his usual flair and snagged a pool table. “Bagman, 9 ball, rack ‘em.”

Jake makes a show of rolling his eyes and fires back “You know it’s Hangman, and if you wanna lose in front of everyone, I’m good with that.”

Jake take a deep breath before going for his shot, he flips the toothpick in his mouth to help recenter his focus, and manages to sink his shot. He hears a wolf whistle from Coyote as he’s taking his next shot, and misses. He looks over to see you approaching the group wearing your sundress, carrying a couple of beers. The gingham check is in a color that makes your skin, hair, and eyes look the best they can. You’ve left your hair loose and gone for the deep red lipstick and minimal other makeup, knowing that it pops in an absurdly sexual way. Your short heeled sandals only accentuate the pedicure that Jake had failed to notice the night before. You walk up and hand him one of the beers. “I see why you like this place. Very happening.”

Jake takes the beer and takes a quick pull from it, then says “Here’s to you looking so damn fine tonight, Darlin’.” He taps his bottle to yours. Your eyes deepen as you see the excitement in his.

“Are you going to introduce us to this lady, Bagman, or just let her buy you a beer?” Rooster’s voice is a little more gravely than usual, but he got the usual level of snark into it, barely. Jake makes brief eye contact with Bradley and gets the slight widening of the eyes that indicates that he’s in.  

“Rooster, it’s Hangman, just because you got lucky that she distracted me letting you win, doesn’t mean that you can slaughter my name like that.” Jake smirked, then introduced you to the group, finishing with “And this is Lieutenant Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.”

You look at his mustache and easy smile and you understand exactly what attracted Jake. You shake his hand and smile at him the same as everyone else. “Lovely to meet you.”

“Since we just finished this game, let’s see if you can hang with the next part of the evening’s fun,” Rooster winks at you as he heads over to the juke box to pull the plug before sitting down at the piano.

Your mind is racing wondering what is going on, before you recognize the Jerry Lee Lewis hit and you can’t help but to join the group at the piano singing along. Jake is standing behind you, the hand not holding a beer resting on your hip, pulling you back against in him the crowd. You feel his half-hard cock pressing through your skirt, he nuzzles your neck and whispers in your ear “Does tonight work for you?”

You feel your legs turn to water and are grateful he’s behind you, his arm wraps around your waist, giving you support and stability. You miss a word or two of the chorus, then take a deep breath and nod while singing loudly through the rest of the chorus. As Rooster transitions to another song, Jake pulls you around to face him and turns it into a slow dance, putting his head close to yours so you can talk with him.

“Is this really happening?” You don’t recognize the tremble in your voice.

“If you want it to, yes it is.”

You moan softly and tighten your grip on him. “Yes, please.”

He grins and pulls you in for a kiss.

“How are we going to make this happen?”

The piano stops playing, and the juke box fires up again, but Jake keeps circling you in a dance moving closer to the door. “Well we’re going to drop our bottles off on this table here and head out, and Rooster is going to get a text with your address.”

“Okay” you breathe against his mouth, startled with how turned on you already are, knowing tonight your fantasy is really going to come true. And that Jake is going to be a part of it.

Once you’re in your car, with Jake behind the wheel, you turn to him, wondering how you missed the potential in this man when you were younger, then remind yourself that when he first had a crush on you it would have been wildly inappropriate for you to reciprocate, so it’s okay. Besides, had things progressed years ago, tonight wouldn’t be happening.

“You’re awfully quiet, beautiful, what’s on your mind?” Jake looked over at you briefly.

You let the full amount of your arousal resonate in your voice “I’m just thinking about how glad I am that we reconnected at Anna’s wedding, and how timing may not make sense to start, but if we had hooked up years ago, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

He grins at you. “Tonight should be a lot of fun. We’ll want to start with a couple of beers, though, I think to make sure that we’re all on the same page.”

“Whatever it takes, I’m here for it.” You murmur, shifting your thighs, feeling the wetness gather and your nipples pressing against the fabric of your bra and the sundress.

You work to find your balance as you walk into the house and are surprised to hear a Bronco pulling up to park behind your car as you reach the front door.

The Hawaiian shirt flutters as he reaches the door and pauses “May I...”

“Come in,” you interrupt, “Please come on in.” You smile a little nervously as you look between Jake and Bradley.

“What should I call you, Rooster, Bradley, something else?”

“You can call me Bradley, beautiful.” He steps closer and shoots a glance to Jake who nods as reaches out to take your hand again. He kisses it gently and asks quietly “Is this really your idea, are you okay with this?”

You flush bright red “Yes it is, though the person was Jake’s choice.”

“Can I give you a kiss?”

“Absolutely,” you can’t believe that this is happening. Jake is right behind you as Bradley lowers his head and his mustache tickles your face while you start with a gentle kiss, growing deeper. Then you feel Jake’s hands on your hips spinning you around once Bradley lifts his head, his mouth crushing down on yours and you feel his cock pressing against your belly. Bradley’s hand rests on your hip, and his other is on the back of Jake’s head. Jake sucks lightly at your lip before lifting his head, eyes dark with arousal as he winks at you.

You angle your head to the side as you feel Bradley moving slightly to the other side. Then you feel your body trapped between two aroused men in perfect shape who are kissing one another. You realize in that moment that the hunger you get from men is not the same as they will express with each other as there are low growls resonating in both chests during the kiss. They each have one hand on one of your hips, keeping you between them as their other hands are gripping strongly at the other’s neck holding their heads in place as they kiss like the long-separated lovers that they are. The energy is so electric you feel a mini orgasm shudder through your body. They break apart and glance down at you.

Jake finds his voice firsts “Darlin’, was that what we think?”

You’re bright pink, partly from the after effects of that small orgasm, partly from the arousal, partly from being sandwiched between two men who are also heated from arousal. “What the hell did you expect? You are hot, he is hot, the kisses and dancing and then ...” you take a breath looking for the words “Having two hard cocks pressing into you and hearing and feeling your enjoyment of each other? Yeah, I came a little.”

“Jake…” Rooster’s voice is extra gravelly.

“I know Brad” Jake’s voice almost breaks as he makes eye contact with him again. Then they lean down to drop kisses to your head at the same time.

“I think it’s best if we move this to the bedroom” Jake continues. They manage to keep you sandwiched between them as they circle you in a three-person dance including groping, kissing necks, and mouths, into the bedroom. Once legs hit the bed, they spin you again, and Bradley leans down kissing you while Jake readies the bed for the fun that is about to happen. You step aside after Bradley lifts his head.

“Part of my fantasy, gentlemen, is watching you get each other naked” you stand by the bed and pull the dress off, sitting on the edge of the bed in a different set of lace than yesterday, crossing your legs to undo the straps of your shoes.

Jake moans and turns to Rooster, “Shall we give the lady what she wants?”

Bradley doesn’t bother using his words, but just grabs Jake by the front of his shirt, yanking him close for a kiss that is even more intense than the ones they’d shared with you between them. Jake’s hands force the Hawaiian shirt to the floor almost as quickly as their mouths crash together. Bradley’s hands are too busy groping Jake’s ass so he can grind their hard cocks together, he’s lost in the smells, flavors, and textures he’s missed. He hated walking away from Jake, but he needed more than Jake could give him. Even if this ends up being the same, getting to see Jake fully engaged and satisfied even once was worth it. Jake pulls the undershirt up and breaks the kiss long enough to get it off and then his hands tangle in Bradley’s hair pulling him back in for another kiss.

The feel of Jake’s shirt against his nipples causes Bradley to get hungry for flesh to flesh, and he yanks the shirt out of Jake’s pants and pulls straight up, pausing when he has Jake’s hands partially encased in the shirt still and leans back in for another kiss, holding their hands in the air. Jake fights his hands free to get his hands on Bradley’s ass grinding against him as the kiss spins out and their moans and grunts fill the air.

You don’t even mind that they seem to have forgotten you for the moment, you push yourself more solidly on the bed and keep your legs together, trapping your moisture, and using the pressure to keep your clit stimulated as your hands involuntarily go to your breasts, plucking at your nipples through the lace.

Bradley spins Jake around and starts kissing his neck where it meets his shoulders and moves his hands down to the fastening at the front of Jake’s pants. Jake sees you and groans deeply. “Man, we’re going to have to slow down or I’m going to cum before we get to the main event”

“Are you saying we need to do this in a few rounds? Is that it, or are you going to be Hangman tonight and leave us hanging?”

Jake whips back around and pushes Bradley against the door as it slams shut locking all that energy in just one room. His hand goes around Rooster’s throat choking him lightly as his other hand goes down to start stroking his cock through his pants. “Try looking over my shoulder and see what you made me see while your cock is being stroked and see how you hold it together” He moves in to suck on the pulse point in Brad’s throat his hands moving down to get Rooster’s pants off, using delicate fingertips to stroke against his cock, knowing how wild that drives him.

Rooster pushes Jake back until he falls on the bed crosswise below your legs. “Your point is made. If we’re going for multiple rounds, don’t you think someone should make sure that the beauty is taken care of too?”

Jake cracks a grin “Daisy chain? Rock, paper, scissors for who gets to eat that pussy?”

You moan wildly as you realize that a different layer of your fantasy that you hadn’t even fully formulated was about to happen.

Bradley grins as well “Okay, but first shouldn’t we pull her up and get her as naked as us?”

You grow dizzy as they pull you upright, then spin you between them, four calloused hands working in tandem to keep you spinning between mustache and freshly shaved kisses, bra and panties leaving your body, and then being gently placed on the bed, four hands positioning you in a way that will allow for this daisy chain to be effective. Then they face off and do best two out of three.

“Dammit, Bradley, how did you win?”

“You’ve got a tell, but I’m not giving away my advantage.”

You feel your cunt clench as Bradley settles himself between your thighs and licks a long stripe gathering your flavor and moaning “Mmmm” as he settles in to see if he can make you cum as hard as possible while Jake gets into the bed, positioning himself to suck Bradley’s cock while presenting your mouth with his. Your hand greedily reach out and swipe off the precum and wipe it on your lips, licking it off and purring before wrapping your lips around his cockhead, knowing that your moans will be translated directly to his cock.

The room is filled with obscene sounds of sucking, licking and moans muffled by where mouths are pressed, making everything more intense than it was already. Your hips grind as you feel a mustache tickling the edges of your pussy as fingers join the nose pressing near your entrance. The tongue on your clit, swirling with purpose, bringing jolts of pleasure through your body, as you feel two thick fingers pressing into you, you lose focus on the cock in your mouth and scream in pleasure. Jake is pressed deep enough that it is a vibration directly on the head of his cock and he moans similarly on Rooster’s cock.

Three pairs of hips start jerking nearly uncontrollably as the sensations fly through your bodies and Jake is the first to go, his hips pressing deeper against your mouth and throat letting his cum spill freely. You cough slightly as you were about to scream when it started, then you swallow greedily feeling the orgasm rip through your body while you taste his pleasure. As your pussy clenches tight around Bradley’s fingers his own grunt of satisfaction vibrates against your clit, prolonging your orgasm. You fall back on the bed unable to process how deeply hot that was, or how well pleasured your body is already.

Bradley sits back, pulling his fingers from you and offers them to Jake, who makes eye contact with you then Bradley as he sucks them clean of your flavors. His eyes roll back slightly in his head. “Okay, this is going to take a minute to recover from, but we are definitely going to get to the main event yet tonight, baby.” Jake murmurs as he moves up to cuddle you. Bradley moves so he’s behind Jake cuddling him and reaching past to stroke your back too.

“That was already so damn hot” you whimper. “I definitely want the main event, don’t misunderstand, but I don’t know how I’m going to live through it.”

Rooster chuckles and strokes your hair back from your face as his nibbles at Jake’s ear. “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way for all of us to survive, but you’re right, it’s going to be more intense than I’d expected.”

You meet his brown eyes and ask the question that was burning in your mind at the Hard Deck “You’re really okay with this?” You blush as you realize how very silly this sounds given what just happened.

He smiles slowly at you as his hand strokes down Jake’s side. “I am so very okay with this. And not just because it’s Jake back in bed with me, where he belongs, but now I can see that you very much belong in the bed too.” You stretch languorously as though his calloused hand had just stroked down your body, surprised that you can feel this hungry again so soon after that storm of erotic satisfaction blew through you.

“I have to say, while I never thought of Jake this way when we were younger, knowing what I know and since we reconnected, this is the most right anything has felt.” You switch your eye contact to Jake as you state this and he leans in kissing you, unable to resist the hunger and desire he sees there.

As he rolls you onto your back and starts kissing and caressing you, you feel the bed shift. You break away from Jake’s mouth long enough to say “In the bathroom, under the sink” then Jake captures your jaw in his hand and turns your face back to his kisses. You feel his cock already twitching against your thigh as he works his way down your body, taking time to really pay homage to your breasts, kissing, licking biting, and sucking, using his weight to control your body as it writhes beneath him.

“Please, Jake, I need…” your voice breaks as another wave of pleasure flows through you, from your nipple to your clit and back again.

“Yes, darlin’, what do you need?” He pulls his head up just long enough to ask, then slides a hand between your legs to draw patterns near but not into you or onto your clit while returning to your nipple.

“I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME NOW” you shriek, unable to modulate the need careening through you. Your hands are flopping around looking for any sort of purchase. Suddenly you feel hands grabbing yours and anchoring them, even as Jake’s fingers plunge into you, three at once, and his other hand is caressing your breast. Your eyes fly open, and you see Bradley’s eyes, blown with arousal staring into yours as he presses himself along Jake’s back.  “OH MY GOD” you scream as you blow apart, your brain processing that you still haven’t actually had your fantasy, but every bit leading up is even hotter than you thought.

You hear the deep rumble of male voices talking and some kissing, but only in the periphery of your awareness as the orgasm explodes through you, Jake’s hands never slowing their assault helping you ride the high as long as possible, and Bradley’s fingers intertwining with yours taking all the gripping that you’ve got, helping you keep tethered to this world even as you fly.

As you come down from the high fingers loosen from yours, then Jake pulls his fingers from you, the men sit between your thighs facing each other for a moment, sharing the flavor of you from Jake’s fingers before kissing each other again. You are struck again by how much heat and hunger is shared with the men, and how lucky you feel to be in this moment with them.

“Do you want to get in her first, do you want me to go first?” Bradley’s voice is gravely again as he is back to fully hard.

Your eyes widen as you realize that these men have already recovered enough for the main event.

“Definitely let me get in first” Jake’s voice is a little shaky as he realizes that this is happening. He takes two deep breaths to settle himself. That first round should have taken the edge off so he could last this time, but now he’s not so sure.

You open your arms in welcome as Jake settles himself between your thighs, his hard cock pushing at your soggy entrance, sliding in as though his cock belongs there and nowhere else. After he bottoms out, he rearranges limbs, fucking you slowly as he gets to his knees, hooking your legs wide and high around his torso, his knees on either side of your torso as he rocks into and out of you.

Your eyes are limpid pools of desire as you realize this is really happening. He leans back down and kisses you. Rooster opens the bottle of lube and puts some on his cock, then rubs his slick finger against Jake’s ass, rubbing circles that cause Jake’s hips to jerk out of rhythm. He pauses toward the back of his thrust, keeping his cockhead inside your hot cunt, and lifts his head to say “Stop fucking teasing me, Bradley” which was all he was waiting for, shoving his finger deep and preparing Jake’s ass for his thickness. A second finger joins the first while Jake sucks on your neck at the pulse point, staying still as you feel his cock twitching inside you and his moans vibrating against your skin. Suddenly he thrusts deep inside you and takes your mouth in a hungry kiss, thrusting three times in rapid succession before pulling back out and stilling himself with just the head of his cock in your warmth. Your hands stroke over the back of his head and hold his shoulders.

“Shhh... it’s okay, we’re going to have so much fun, Jake, thank you for doing this for me, I’m going to come so hard on your hot cock.” You are babbling now, but you can’t help it, you realize that this is going to be even better than you’d thought all those nights alone.

Bradley presses down on Jake’s back, setting up the angle even better and asks, “Are you ready?”

Jake nods against your neck and you lock eyes with Bradley as he presses his hard cock into Jake. You feel an orgasm rip through you as you feel the instant that he bottoms out in Jake and Jake starts pressing back into you. The force of two strong men fucking into you at once, but all concentrated in one cock is even more intense than you’d dreamed and you scream with completion. Jake and Bradley stop balls deep, keeping the pressure constant as your hips try to arch and buck through your orgasm. As you come back down Jake has lifted his head and his green eyes are looking into yours. “Do we keep going, love?”

“YES” You realize that you aren’t even really in your right mind anymore, but you can’t help it, you need to feel this completed.

Jake’s hands lace with yours, and then you feel more weight and added fingers and realize that Rooster has draped himself over Jake to make sure all three of you are touching as the fucking begins in earnest. The rhythm switches between Jake fucking himself off Bradley and into you and out of you and onto Bradley, and Bradley fucking Jake so hard that he’s fucking you at the same time using Jake’s cock. You lapse into multiple orgasms, just flipping from one to the next, the only thing tethering you to reality is the cock in your pussy, and the hot hands holding your hands still. Suddenly the pressure against your clit from Jake’s pelvic bone is much more intense and sustained and you flip to another level, making noises you’ve never heard from your throat before as he paints your walls with his hot cum.

Everyone collapses together for a few endless moments before you gasp “Can’t Breathe” and Bradley slowly gets himself pulled together and off Jake, his cock having softened and mostly removed itself from Jake’s ass in the intervening moments. He looks down at you and heads back into the bathroom, having found the washcloths while he was looking for the lube. He came back in with three washcloths.

Jake had moved off you kissing your shoulder. He takes the washcloth that Bradley hands him, using it to gently clean you, and get the residue of his cum that is spilling out of you cleaned up before it makes a mess on the bed. You smile into his eyes, and see a gleam hit them and realize that Bradley is using another washcloth to clean Jake up at the same time.

The intimacy of the moment is enough to make you shudder one final time settling back to earth softly and completely. Bradley goes to dump the washcloths in the hamper and Jake says “Stay, please.”

You’ve known Jake for what seems like forever. He was always hanging around his older sisters when  you were over to visit. He was a little twerp that was annoying, and then when you were in high school, he was in junior high and you weren’t around each other as much. Your families stayed close, but as he moved on to the Naval Academy and you were starting your career, you fell out of touch. His sister’s wedding last year had brought you back into each other’s awareness.

This was not the kid you remembered, or even the young man who seemed too young for you. Earlier in life 4 years feels like everything. But when you first saw him at the rehearsal dinner, you saw him from the back, and felt that tingle. You knew that man was someone you’d want to get to know, maybe have a fling with. You hoped he was in the groom’s party and peripheral enough that it could be a one and done. Then he turned and you saw that same goofy grin he’d sported his whole life, but an awareness behind it that you didn’t remember. You blinked quickly and did your best to school your face to indicate nothing but recognition and reconnection. He came over and grabbed you in a big hug, and you worked to remind yourself that this man, this strong, well developed man, was your friend’s younger brother Jake. Just Jake, that you’ve known and been friends with forever.

Now your company has allowed you to shift to a fully remote position with only 4 days a year in office for team building, you have more flexibility about where you live. You had gotten a little sloppy at the wedding and gave Jake your number. You were careful to say that you wanted to make sure to stay in touch, playing it off as the older sister type of feelings, but you thought you caught a gleam in his eye when he winked as he put your number in his phone. Then the text messages started. Simple enough at first, asking about each other’s day, talking about the bullshit you can each talk about from your jobs. You knew his callsign was “Hangman” but couldn’t figure why he would tolerate that. He seemed to really care what you thought about the weird things in life and you found yourself falling for the man he was under the exterior. He was brash, and bold, and cocky as hell. He had to keep that going, because of his job. Naval aviator isn’t for those who are less than confident in their abilities.

When he reached out and told you that if you wanted to visit in San Diego, he’d be there for at least a couple of weeks, you understood that it was an invite for more than just friendly conversations. You took all of 30 seconds to decide it was worth it. You told your colleagues that you’d be out of touch over the weekend while you made a short-term relocation to catch up with a friend.

***

You were going to come down to visit. He could hardly believe it and knew that his cock was very much hoping that it was really going to happen. Jake laughed at himself. He wasn’t just thinking with his cock here, he’d had a crush on you since puberty. The first time you’d stayed over visiting his sisters after he was growing aware of how much tits made him happy, he was enthralled at the way they pressed against your nightshirt. He had done his best to avoid letting you know how he felt, because his friends assured him it was a typical crush. They agreed you was hot but warned that there was no chance that someone your age would ever take him seriously.

Then the gap of connection while he was at the academy and then training as a naval aviator and the various people he’d connected with along the way to try to drive you from his mind. He really had enjoyed every encounter. He knew he was good, but he also knew that he was never going to be able to shake you because the minute he saw you at Anna’s rehearsal dinner everything came flooding back as if he was 14 all over again. He had learned enough in his time with the Navy to know that the best cover is truth. He made himself head over and grab you for a hug like you used to do back when you were at his high school graduation, or other times. As if you were just practically siblings still. Feeling your curves pressed against him he had to think about the least sexy things he could remember until after the hug was over to keep his cock under control.

He was glad that he’d managed to wheedle your number out of you at the reception, convincing you it was your idea. He didn’t know if he would have been able to move on again trying to tuck you back into the corner of his mind. Then he found that your mind was even more vibrant than your body. Even more than your smile and your eyes. He knew better than to split focus when being called up for a special mission, but San Diego was a popular vacation site, and he hoped that he might be able to make something happen with that vacation sheen over the visit.

***

You had texted Jake what date you’d be arriving and letting him know you’d found a VRBO that you could rent for the stay, with good internet connection so you could work while he was training. He texted back that he’d hoped you’d be able to take a vacation, and you’d replied with the address asking if he wanted to do dinner at the house after he was done for the day. You figured after all the flirting you’d managed over text, you might be able to work up the courage to see if he was interested in a kiss after dinner. You stopped at a grocery store on the way to the rental, stocking up on basics and the makings of meatloaf and mashed potatoes and gravy. You remembered how Jake always asked for that as his birthday dinner and had wheedled Anna to get the recipe from their mom. You felt bad about bullshitting about missing the family dinners they’d shared. But if it didn’t turn into anything, then you could mention it to her in passing about your vacation that had happened to intersect with Jake. If it did turn into something, you could confess.

After doing prep work for dinner, getting unpacked and taking a nice hot shower to refresh, you spend time doing your makeup lightly – not trying to look like you’re trying, but wanting to put your best foot forward. You spend time going between a flirty sundress, or a more casual cutoff jean shorts and a tank top with a flirty lace bra peeking out from underneath. You finally decided that the casual look would give you an out if you had misread those texts. You made sure you had your hair in a flirty updo that would fall down with only a little tussle. Then you set up to read for a while until he texted that he was on the way over.

Normally Jake would just hit the shower in the locker room and call it good to go, but knowing that you were waiting for him, and planning a dinner in, he headed back to his quarters to make sure he was freshly shaved and put on some civvies to meet up with you. As he headed back to quarters while everyone else was moving in a crew toward the Hard Deck, Payback hollered to ask if he was lost. “Nah, just have a friend in from out of town, I’m meeting up with tonight.”

His phone started blowing up with the bullshit that the crew gave each other any time one of them missed out on the postmortem at the Hard Deck, but he was not even phased. He skipped past the notifications and pulled up your number to text that he was going to be leaving in about 5 minutes and arriving in about 15 after that. That would give him a chance to stop and pick up a bottle of wine and some flowers. Jake laughed at himself in the mirror because he couldn’t believe that he was actually as nervous as his first time again. Even though he’d just finished brushing his teeth, he hit his mouth one more time with Listerine before grabbing his habitual toothpick, sunglasses, wallet, and keys on his way out the door.

He had gotten ahold of Anna to find out what type of wine you liked. He disguised it as asking about the wine at the wedding because he had been chatting with a woman who had mentioned a brand that he thought he remembered. He knew your favorite flower because of chatter that spring and was glad that the local grocery store had it along with the wine. He was running just a minute behind his planned arrival time, so he had to remind himself to slow down before pulling up in front of the house. He didn’t want to screech to a halt. You were a good friend. Someone he’d been working to get to know better, sure, but still someone he’d known for as long as he can remember. There was no reason that this had to be weird-er tonight. He knocked on the door and got the toothpick in its usual spot, fixing his grin on his face.

***

You opened the door after taking a steadying breath, deciding that barefoot may be a cliché, but also kept things casual. Your eyes dropped with surprise to the bouquet and wine in his hands, so you missed seeing his face pop with surprise at how damn good you looked to him. You looked up to smile and ask if those were for you and caught his face looking different than you expected for a spit second, but as you met his eyes, he popped that grin back on his face. “Well don’t you look like a fresh batch of tea ready to take a drink?” You flush a little and grin. “I was just about to ask who you’d bought the wine and flowers for, but I take it for me?”

“Absolutely, darlin’. You took the time to make me dinner, after traveling, the least I could do was bring the proper hostess gifts. My mama raised me this way, as you well know.”

His confident grin and the twinkle in his green eyes cause your thighs to go a little soft. “Well come on in cowboy. Dinner is almost on the table. I know you can’t tell me much about why you’re here, but I was hoping to hear more about who you’re spending your training time with. Anyone you know from previous assignments?”

You take the flowers from him leading him back toward the kitchen so you can put them on the table. He was thoughtful enough to get the flowers in a vase since you’re renting, he knew you wouldn’t necessarily have something to put them in.

You glanced over as he hesitated. “What’s up Jake?”

“You remember Jimmy Breakworth?”

“Jimmy Breakworth from when you were in 7th grade? The kid who you had over for a sleepover, then insisted we all sleep in the living room, even though we were Juniors?”

“Yeah. Did I ever tell you why?”

“Oh, Jake, we knew it was because you had a crush on him and couldn’t figure out how to handle it. That is hard enough to negotiate when you’re older and it’s in line with society’s expectations. It’s even harder when it’s outside of the accepted norms.”

“You knew? But..”

You stifled a giggle at the look of consternation on his face. “Listen, we knew you had a crush on him, just like we knew you still looked at tits and ass of women. We weren’t sure if it was confusion, gay, or bi, but we knew.”

“Definitely bi, love women a lot, love men a lot too. Just.. never realized that you…” He cleared his throat abruptly. “Anyway, Jimmy Breakworth is no stick jockey, but there was a guy at one of my duty stations – Bradley – we got involved for a little while, and the chemistry was great, but the rest was a mess. It didn’t exactly end well. He’s here.”

“Oh goodness, that’s got to make this special assignment all the more intense. Go ahead and grab a seat there at the table, and I’ll get the food on in a second.” You move to grab the potatoes and gravy from the stove and after putting them on the table in the alcove off the kitchen you go back and grab the meatloaf from the oven.

“Meatloaf, potatoes, and gravy? What did I do to deserve this?” Jake was proud of himself for being able to switch back to the topic at hand, especially since thinking of the time he’d spent with Rooster made him hornier than just looking at you in those cutoffs. Though the sight of you bent over in front of the oven was enough to get him hard without the extra stimulation.

You smile easily, “I figured that you could use a taste of home and that was part of why you invited me to come down here.”

“A taste of home, hmm?” He quirked a brow suggestively before he remembered that you hadn’t really talked about this yet.

You smirked back at him “Well, since you brought me this lovely wine that actually pairs perfectly with the meal, why don’t we start with dinner and see where it goes from there?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” He shifted slightly in his chair across the table from you, allowing his calves to brush against yours under the table as you started eating. He knew the value of touch to bring someone’s awareness to him physically. And that physical awareness easily stimulates the sexual if the other party is open to it.

By the time dinner is over and the bottle of wine is dead, you’re feeling looser than you’d thought, and when he takes your hand and asks if he can dance with you, you giggle a little “But to what music, Jake?”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and puts on “Slow Ride” and quirks that eyebrow at you again.

“Sounds good” you turn into his embrace as you start a slow circling dance toward the couch your bodies finding the rhythm of the other, legs entangling as you move, your hands side up to toy with his neck while his slide down cupping your hips, drawing your ass closer until you can feel the heat of his cock through his jeans.

“Jake” your eyes go soft as you realize that the attraction is mutual, and you let your hard as rock nipples drag across his torso so he knows too.

“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this, Beautiful.” His voice was a gravelly whisper.

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please” you rise on your toes as he leans down and moves a hand up your back to pull you even closer into the kiss.

He tastes spicy like dinner and the wine, and under that there’s a something… something indefinable that just must be him. You feel your pussy clench in reaction and grin against his mouth when you feel movement stop and realize he’s worked himself to the couch. He sits down and pulls you with him. You straddle him to keep kissing him, running your hands through his hair, and nibbling at his lower lip.

“Darlin’, I just… I need to know if you’re okay with this going further before I get too carried away.” He isn’t exactly out of breath, but his breathing isn’t steady, and you smile as you look deep into his beautiful green eyes.

“Jake, if I wasn’t would my pussy be grinding against that delightfully hard cock you’re keeping contained in your pants?”

His grin is wider and more boyish than his usual “You know I want to make sure consent is freely given and enthusiastic. But now that you mention it…” his hands trail down your ass to rub it more intensely, causing your hips to grind harder on his “this seems pretty enthusiastic.”

“Yes, Jake. I’m very enthusiastically consenting, okay, now would you shut up and kiss me again?”

“I think no.”

“What?!?”

“I mean, I think no I won’t kiss your mouth again quite yet. Mainly because if you’re okay with it, I’d really like to see your pretty tits. Spend some time kissing them.”

You giggle and press more firmly against his cock as you help him take your tank top off.

You see his eyes darken as they see your tits encased in the flimsy lace.

“Darlin’ you are going to kill me if I’m not careful.” He moaned slightly as his hands then mouth found your breasts. You gasp and moan in return as you feel the heat gather even more strongly with the moisture in your pussy. He turns you and lays you on the couch, your hands grab at his shirt, working to unbutton it while he’s working to get your bra down under your nipples. He isn’t quite ready to take it all the way off, but he can’t wait to taste your skin either. You push his shirt off as he latches on.

The slow strong rhythm makes your hips arch up and your eyes close “Jake, please!”

You’re not certain that you can get more coherent words out, but he pauses and focuses hot eyes on yours and realizes what you need. He takes your bra off and gets his shirt off, leaning down giving you full torso contact as his kisses you again.

Your hunger surprises even you as you start working to try to get your hands between you to get his pants off. He whispers your name as he links his hands with yours. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Can I just have a little bit of time to get to explore your body? I… God…I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I’ve been wanting to see it like this since before I had a crush on Jimmy.”

Your heart stutters as you realize what he’s saying and your hunger loses its teeth, and instead becomes a bigger hunger than for a quick bang. “Yes, oh my god, yes” you breath out and then link the fingers of your hands together around one of his, bringing it to your mouth for a quick kiss.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just let me get you all the way unwrapped, then let me get my dessert in. I’m so hungry for some cream.”

You feel your entire body quiver as you realize what he’s looking for “Yes” you whisper it not sure how many more words you have right now. Your brain would be racing with trying to understand what he meant, but then his hands were busy getting your shorts off. He missed out on the sight of the matching lace thong because he was in a hurry and realized it when he got your shorts past your ankles.

“Darlin’ you were wearing a matching set?”

“I was hoping that I hadn’t misunderstood our flirtation”

“I hope I can make you cum all over my face, beautiful” He moved down to settle himself between your thighs. He kisses softly at first, treating your lower lips exactly like he had those on your face, courting them open slowly with gentle touches and flicks of his tongue until your hips are rolling up and you feel his nose brushing your clit as his tongue finally dives deep.

“JAKE” Suddenly you found your voice again as you feel your body gathering to a quicker higher point than you had expected.

His hands slide up your thighs bringing lightning bolts of sensations to dance with the storm his building in your cut as he kisses you thoroughly, his mouth slides up to suck lightly at your clit as two fingers slide into your depth. He surprises you by curling them toward the back first, and your body responds by clenching tightly. He hums in pleasure as your wetness continues to grow, and that hum translates directly to the bundle of nerves he’s got his lips and tongue on, and you arch up forcefully again.

“Jake, I need, please... it’s... please… JAKE” Your hands find his hair and tug lightly not really wanting him to stop but needing to touch him while he’s touching you, his tongue dances in a new pattern as a third finger joins the first to and all three spread wide at once. Your body surprised by this sudden onslaught dissolves in a massive orgasm. As your hips buck uncontrollably and your pussy spasms around his fingers he increases the speed his tongue is flickering and pumps his fingers in and out helping to prolong the orgasm for you... as you finally come down from the high he pulls his fingers out and starts to clean them.

“Wait” you whisper hoarsely, you were screaming so loud before, you hoped the neighbors understood it was from pleasure and your voice is blown

“Why, darlin’?”

“I want to taste me on your fingers”

He inhales quickly as you manage to surprise and turn him on more. He brough his fingers to your mouth and you sucked them clean, then pulled him in for a kiss. He was eager to taste your cream in your mouth and kissed you deeply.

“My turn” you say with a grin pushing up.

“Your turn for what, gorgeous?” He sits back compliantly but with a little confusion on his face.

“I can’t claim to have been wanting to suck your cock since you were 14... that would have been weird and inappropriate. But I can claim to have been thinking about it since Anna’s rehearsal dinner.” You slide off the couch onto your knees in front of him, as he quickly helps you free him from his pants.

You inhale sharply as you are confronted with his member, and then look up at him licking your lips as you move to kiss the head. He moves his hands into your hair which has mostly fallen down already and finds that he can shake the last couple of pins out just by combing his fingers into your hair. As the soft strands fill his hands and your sweet lips move down the length of his cock, it takes every ounce of control he has to avoid just shoving your head down and his hips up. He groans with pleasure.

You hum a little yourself as he gets to the back of your throat, take a quick breath then suck him down until your nose is resting against his body. You work your throat to swallow a few times just letting your tongue wriggle on the bottom of his cock until you need air, then you slide back up and start a rhythm, your fingernails scraping lightly at the insides of his thighs, then your hand coming up to take over the rhythm on his cock while you slurp at his balls, pulling first one then the other in your mouth.

He moans your name “if you don’t stop soon you’re going to have a mess on your hands or in your mouth”

“Good,” you grin up at him just before your mouth closes over his cock again…. You feel the pulsing coming up through his balls since you’re holding them gently and grab another quick inhale through your nose before increasing the suction so his cum flows down your throat as if it was the only place it ever belonged. As the twitches from his hips still, you soften your mouth, licking gently as his member softens.

“C’mere” He grunts as he pulls you up onto the couch with him. You manage to lay facing each other on the couch, tangled together.

You kiss him softly. “That was a great dessert.”

He kisses the tip of your nose “And we didn’t even get to the showstopper”

Jake was working to catch his breath and trying to understand how his cock would be twitching like it was going to get hard again. It’s not like he was twenty anymore, yet here it was already trying its best to refill with blood so it could burrow into your sweet pussy. “Are you open to another round as soon as we catch our breath?’

“Another...” You look up at him surprised, and see that he is not joking, your cunt pulses in agreement “Yeah… I’m open if you’re up for it.” You snuggle closer to his chest, feeling the hairs tickle yours in a delightful texture as one hand tangles in your hair, holding you close, and his other rides up your thigh, over your ass to your low back and back down again. You feel his cock twitching against your thigh and roll your hips against his.

“Do we want to move to the bed?” You ask wondering if you were just going to keep going at it on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers.

“I’d love that” he says and then before you realize his intent, he manages to sweep you into his arms and stand up.

“Um… down the hall on the left” You mumble as you flush somehow finding this more intimate than his tongue and fingers deep inside you.

Jake has two older sisters for pity’s sake, and for all he’s a cocky sonofabitch, he’s also got ethics and hasn’t really felt like taking someone to bed was a victory for years. But setting you down beside the bed while getting the blankets pulled back, he feels a very bone-deep satisfaction that he’s about to get to go for round two with you. His cock is already at half-mast with eagerness. He leans down to kiss you again and then climbs into the bed and invites you to join him.

You know that he is pretty, and you know that he’s considerate – that orgasm all over his hand and face was proof of that, but in that moment you’re lost in the fantasy and wonder if this next bout will be as good. You can’t wait to find out, so you slide into bed next to him and throw your thigh over his as you snuggle to get closer.

“Oh, like this, huh?” He grins and uses his hands to pull you more securely into him and at a slightly better angle. As you kiss and run your hands over each other’s bodies you feel his cock pressing against your entrance.

“Already?” your eyes flash open in surprise

“You do things to me that I haven’t felt in a long time, Gorgeous” he growls slightly as he feels his cock sliding into your wet heat.

As he slides deeper you find yourself taking a deep breath, your body accepts him, but he definitely fills you up completely. It’s a good thing you already had those orgasms making your body soft and fluid, or he would have had to take it slower to get inside. Once he’s fully seated he grinds against you, working your folds open to allow him to make contact with your clit with every thrust. He keeps one hand on your hips keeping the steady slow rhythm, this time for you to enjoy all the sensations of your bodies together. His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer for kisses as your hips rock together. You feel his chest hair rubbing on your nipples with the motion of your bodies and you can feel everything gathering slowly but deliciously in your lower belly.

Your hand slides down to grab his ass in return as you continue to grind together, nails biting in as you enjoy this slow burn, you flex your muscles to caress him in time to rhythm, and he moans into your mouth. Soon enough it’s not enough for either of you and he rolls you onto your back and he starts to ride you harder, changing the angle until he sees your eyes roll back in your head, telling him he found the right angle, he keeps hitting that spot over and over, moving a hand between you to rub your clit in the way he already learned you liked it and you arch strongly beneath him as you feel it coming.

“Yeah, darlin’ cum on my cock” he growls.

“FILL ME UUUUPP!” Your shriek at the start of your orgasm catches him off guard and his hips stutter as rope after rope of cum sprays inside you.

He is mindful of not falling onto you and crushing you, and barely manages to throw himself slightly to the side as he collapses in satiation. His softening dick falls out of you and you feel his cum starting to slide out. You reflexively flex to try to keep it inside, then roll to your side to keep the mess contained. You don’t want to deal with a wet spot later, but you also don’t have the energy or desire to clean up right now.

You know you’re going to fall asleep soon because you’ve been so thoroughly fucked that there is not any chance for anything else, but now you don’t want to wake up alone after that. “Stay.” You murmur it to him.

Jake pulls the sheet over you both. “Okay, darlin’, I couldn’t leave soon anyway.”

You crack your eyes open to see his smile and your own lips curve in response, then you drift off. In the night you feel his arms tighten around you and you wake up and realize that he is asleep and dreaming he’s murmuring something, and it takes a moment to understand that it is your name and “Bradley”. Your pussy clenches as you realize that the fantasy that you’ve had for years and never had the courage to pursue may have literally fallen into your lap. You soothe your hand up and down his back and fall back asleep in his arms.

His phone goes off way too early for your tastes and you whine a little. “Sorry, Beautiful, but schedules must be kept. You go back to sleep.” He kisses your forehead gently.

“Uh-uh” you murmur and struggle to get up too. “We’ll take a shower together and have breakfast before you leave, if we have enough time.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but I accept.” You can hear the drawl deepen as he contemplates the fun of showering together.

While you’re cooking up some eggs and bacon for breakfast, you try to think about how to talk about what you realized in the night. You finally just look at him and ask if you could tell him a crazy fantasy you’ve had for years that you didn’t think would ever be realized. He quirks his brow and gets an eager gleam in his green eyes. “Sure, darlin’, since I got to realize a fantasy I’ve had for years last night, I think it’s only fair.”

You tell him and he goes quiet. “Is it too much? I’m sorry.” You busy yourself with eating the breakfast that you’ve set on the table, not making eye contact.

He says your name tenderly, and you look up. “I… I don’t know what to say, but I do know who comes to mind for that if you’re serious.”

“I’m very serious, and honestly didn’t expect you to react this well.”

“Let me see if I can get a conversation in play. Come out to the Hard Deck tonight? We might be able to make this work.”

You flush bright red as you realize he’s not mad at all, and in fact is interested. “Sure.”

You spend the day working out how you’ll do your hair and makeup, the sundress is definitely in play.

***

Jake knows that the only way he’ll be able to get the conversation started is by first causing a ruckus so he can claim to want to apologize later. He hates knowing that he is going to cause pain, but he hopes that the long-term result is worth it.

“You really don't get it. On this mission, a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come back. No offense, intended.”

***

After training is over for the day, Jake finds Rooster in the locker room. “Hey Lt. Bradshaw, can I talk to you?” The other aviators make themselves scarce as fast as possible.

“What do you want, Bagman?” Rooster’s voice is laced with both exhaustion and bitterness.

“To apologize, for a start, and to talk to you.” Jake was careful to keep his usual cockiness off his face, and let the vulnerability show through.

Rooster looks at Jake with suspicion “I’m listening.”

“I went a little hard earlier, but there were two reasons for it. The first being that I still care, and I want you to make it back from this mission, because I can’t imagine a world without you in it.  The second was I wanted to have a chance to talk to you alone.”

“You what?” Rooster is incredulous “You picked a fight so you’d have to apologize and get to talk to me alone? You could have just asked to talk with me.”

“Yeah, because no one would find that weird if I asked to talk to you in private if there wasn’t a pretext.”

“So, you’re still worried about reputation?”

“Some, yes, but mostly just not wanting to clutter the mission with peripheral information. Listen, do you remember me talking about the one I never got when we were together?”

Rooster’s brow furrows as he thinks back to the time he tries to block from his mind, he had felt a real connection to Jake and they were so good together, but he was never able to fully be present, because he was always pining for the one he never got.

“Wait, is that why you’re a little extra... you today?” Bradley’s eyes get wide.

Jake smiles, but instead of the cocky, brash grin, it’s a soft lovesick smile. “Yeah, we reconnected at my sister’s wedding last year, and she’s here visiting. She showed up last night.”

“Congrats, man, but why are you telling me this?” Bradley feels frustrated like all Jake is doing is hurting him over and over rather than actually trying to make amends.

“Because she told me something over breakfast that I thought you would want to hear.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

Jake lays out your fantasy, and Bradley’s eyes go wide, then he gets a bit of an aroused smirk on his face.

“Really? And you thought of me?”

“Listen, man, I’m going to level with you 100%, you are the one who got away because of the one who I never got. This seems like the perfect resolution of that for me, but I don’t want to pressure you, or ask you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“Well, I mean, I need to meet her first.”

“Yeah, of course, she’s coming to the Hard Deck tonight.”

Rooster looks down at his khakis, “I’m going to take the time to get into my usual bar attire before we head over there tonight, then, I guess. And don’t think I won’t beat you at pool while we wait for her to show up, just because you’ve asked me to consider this.”

Jake’s eyes glow with warmth that Bradley hasn’t seen in years “Thank you so much.” Then he throws the usual cocky grin “but don’t think I’ll just let you beat me at pool because of this either.”

Bradley slugs Jake’s shoulder on his way out. “See you there.”

Jake met up with Coyote at the bar, playing darts until the rest of the gang showed up. Rooster came in with his usual flair and snagged a pool table. “Bagman, 9 ball, rack ‘em.”

Jake makes a show of rolling his eyes and fires back “You know it’s Hangman, and if you wanna lose in front of everyone, I’m good with that.”

Jake take a deep breath before going for his shot, he flips the toothpick in his mouth to help recenter his focus, and manages to sink his shot. He hears a wolf whistle from Coyote as he’s taking his next shot, and misses. He looks over to see you approaching the group wearing your sundress, carrying a couple of beers. The gingham check is in a color that makes your skin, hair, and eyes look the best they can. You’ve left your hair loose and gone for the deep red lipstick and minimal other makeup, knowing that it pops in an absurdly sexual way. Your short heeled sandals only accentuate the pedicure that Jake had failed to notice the night before. You walk up and hand him one of the beers. “I see why you like this place. Very happening.”

Jake takes the beer and takes a quick pull from it, then says “Here’s to you looking so damn fine tonight, Darlin’.” He taps his bottle to yours. Your eyes deepen as you see the excitement in his.

“Are you going to introduce us to this lady, Bagman, or just let her buy you a beer?” Rooster’s voice is a little more gravely than usual, but he got the usual level of snark into it, barely. Jake makes brief eye contact with Bradley and gets the slight widening of the eyes that indicates that he’s in.  

“Rooster, it’s Hangman, just because you got lucky that she distracted me letting you win, doesn’t mean that you can slaughter my name like that.” Jake smirked, then introduced you to the group, finishing with “And this is Lieutenant Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.”

You look at his mustache and easy smile and you understand exactly what attracted Jake. You shake his hand and smile at him the same as everyone else. “Lovely to meet you.”

“Since we just finished this game, let’s see if you can hang with the next part of the evening’s fun,” Rooster winks at you as he heads over to the juke box to pull the plug before sitting down at the piano.

Your mind is racing wondering what is going on, before you recognize the Jerry Lee Lewis hit and you can’t help but to join the group at the piano singing along. Jake is standing behind you, the hand not holding a beer resting on your hip, pulling you back against in him the crowd. You feel his half-hard cock pressing through your skirt, he nuzzles your neck and whispers in your ear “Does tonight work for you?”

You feel your legs turn to water and are grateful he’s behind you, his arm wraps around your waist, giving you support and stability. You miss a word or two of the chorus, then take a deep breath and nod while singing loudly through the rest of the chorus. As Rooster transitions to another song, Jake pulls you around to face him and turns it into a slow dance, putting his head close to yours so you can talk with him.

“Is this really happening?” You don’t recognize the tremble in your voice.

“If you want it to, yes it is.”

You moan softly and tighten your grip on him. “Yes, please.”

He grins and pulls you in for a kiss.

“How are we going to make this happen?”

The piano stops playing, and the juke box fires up again, but Jake keeps circling you in a dance moving closer to the door. “Well we’re going to drop our bottles off on this table here and head out, and Rooster is going to get a text with your address.”

“Okay” you breathe against his mouth, startled with how turned on you already are, knowing tonight your fantasy is really going to come true. And that Jake is going to be a part of it.

Once you’re in your car, with Jake behind the wheel, you turn to him, wondering how you missed the potential in this man when you were younger, then remind yourself that when he first had a crush on you it would have been wildly inappropriate for you to reciprocate, so it’s okay. Besides, had things progressed years ago, tonight wouldn’t be happening.

“You’re awfully quiet, beautiful, what’s on your mind?” Jake looked over at you briefly.

You let the full amount of your arousal resonate in your voice “I’m just thinking about how glad I am that we reconnected at Anna’s wedding, and how timing may not make sense to start, but if we had hooked up years ago, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

He grins at you. “Tonight should be a lot of fun. We’ll want to start with a couple of beers, though, I think to make sure that we’re all on the same page.”

“Whatever it takes, I’m here for it.” You murmur, shifting your thighs, feeling the wetness gather and your nipples pressing against the fabric of your bra and the sundress.

You work to find your balance as you walk into the house and are surprised to hear a Bronco pulling up to park behind your car as you reach the front door.

The Hawaiian shirt flutters as he reaches the door and pauses “May I...”

“Come in,” you interrupt, “Please come on in.” You smile a little nervously as you look between Jake and Bradley.

“What should I call you, Rooster, Bradley, something else?”

“You can call me Bradley, beautiful.” He steps closer and shoots a glance to Jake who nods as reaches out to take your hand again. He kisses it gently and asks quietly “Is this really your idea, are you okay with this?”

You flush bright red “Yes it is, though the person was Jake’s choice.”

“Can I give you a kiss?”

“Absolutely,” you can’t believe that this is happening. Jake is right behind you as Bradley lowers his head and his mustache tickles your face while you start with a gentle kiss, growing deeper. Then you feel Jake’s hands on your hips spinning you around once Bradley lifts his head, his mouth crushing down on yours and you feel his cock pressing against your belly. Bradley’s hand rests on your hip, and his other is on the back of Jake’s head. Jake sucks lightly at your lip before lifting his head, eyes dark with arousal as he winks at you.

You angle your head to the side as you feel Bradley moving slightly to the other side. Then you feel your body trapped between two aroused men in perfect shape who are kissing one another. You realize in that moment that the hunger you get from men is not the same as they will express with each other as there are low growls resonating in both chests during the kiss. They each have one hand on one of your hips, keeping you between them as their other hands are gripping strongly at the other’s neck holding their heads in place as they kiss like the long-separated lovers that they are. The energy is so electric you feel a mini orgasm shudder through your body. They break apart and glance down at you.

Jake finds his voice firsts “Darlin’, was that what we think?”

You’re bright pink, partly from the after effects of that small orgasm, partly from the arousal, partly from being sandwiched between two men who are also heated from arousal. “What the hell did you expect? You are hot, he is hot, the kisses and dancing and then ...” you take a breath looking for the words “Having two hard cocks pressing into you and hearing and feeling your enjoyment of each other? Yeah, I came a little.”

“Jake…” Rooster’s voice is extra gravelly.

“I know Brad” Jake’s voice almost breaks as he makes eye contact with him again. Then they lean down to drop kisses to your head at the same time.

“I think it’s best if we move this to the bedroom” Jake continues. They manage to keep you sandwiched between them as they circle you in a three-person dance including groping, kissing necks, and mouths, into the bedroom. Once legs hit the bed, they spin you again, and Bradley leans down kissing you while Jake readies the bed for the fun that is about to happen. You step aside after Bradley lifts his head.

“Part of my fantasy, gentlemen, is watching you get each other naked” you stand by the bed and pull the dress off, sitting on the edge of the bed in a different set of lace than yesterday, crossing your legs to undo the straps of your shoes.

Jake moans and turns to Rooster, “Shall we give the lady what she wants?”

Bradley doesn’t bother using his words, but just grabs Jake by the front of his shirt, yanking him close for a kiss that is even more intense than the ones they’d shared with you between them. Jake’s hands force the Hawaiian shirt to the floor almost as quickly as their mouths crash together. Bradley’s hands are too busy groping Jake’s ass so he can grind their hard cocks together, he’s lost in the smells, flavors, and textures he’s missed. He hated walking away from Jake, but he needed more than Jake could give him. Even if this ends up being the same, getting to see Jake fully engaged and satisfied even once was worth it. Jake pulls the undershirt up and breaks the kiss long enough to get it off and then his hands tangle in Bradley’s hair pulling him back in for another kiss.

The feel of Jake’s shirt against his nipples causes Bradley to get hungry for flesh to flesh, and he yanks the shirt out of Jake’s pants and pulls straight up, pausing when he has Jake’s hands partially encased in the shirt still and leans back in for another kiss, holding their hands in the air. Jake fights his hands free to get his hands on Bradley’s ass grinding against him as the kiss spins out and their moans and grunts fill the air.

You don’t even mind that they seem to have forgotten you for the moment, you push yourself more solidly on the bed and keep your legs together, trapping your moisture, and using the pressure to keep your clit stimulated as your hands involuntarily go to your breasts, plucking at your nipples through the lace.

Bradley spins Jake around and starts kissing his neck where it meets his shoulders and moves his hands down to the fastening at the front of Jake’s pants. Jake sees you and groans deeply. “Man, we’re going to have to slow down or I’m going to cum before we get to the main event”

“Are you saying we need to do this in a few rounds? Is that it, or are you going to be Hangman tonight and leave us hanging?”

Jake whips back around and pushes Bradley against the door as it slams shut locking all that energy in just one room. His hand goes around Rooster’s throat choking him lightly as his other hand goes down to start stroking his cock through his pants. “Try looking over my shoulder and see what you made me see while your cock is being stroked and see how you hold it together” He moves in to suck on the pulse point in Brad’s throat his hands moving down to get Rooster’s pants off, using delicate fingertips to stroke against his cock, knowing how wild that drives him.

Rooster pushes Jake back until he falls on the bed crosswise below your legs. “Your point is made. If we’re going for multiple rounds, don’t you think someone should make sure that the beauty is taken care of too?”

Jake cracks a grin “Daisy chain? Rock, paper, scissors for who gets to eat that pussy?”

You moan wildly as you realize that a different layer of your fantasy that you hadn’t even fully formulated was about to happen.

Bradley grins as well “Okay, but first shouldn’t we pull her up and get her as naked as us?”

You grow dizzy as they pull you upright, then spin you between them, four calloused hands working in tandem to keep you spinning between mustache and freshly shaved kisses, bra and panties leaving your body, and then being gently placed on the bed, four hands positioning you in a way that will allow for this daisy chain to be effective. Then they face off and do best two out of three.

“Dammit, Bradley, how did you win?”

“You’ve got a tell, but I’m not giving away my advantage.”

You feel your cunt clench as Bradley settles himself between your thighs and licks a long stripe gathering your flavor and moaning “Mmmm” as he settles in to see if he can make you cum as hard as possible while Jake gets into the bed, positioning himself to suck Bradley’s cock while presenting your mouth with his. Your hand greedily reach out and swipe off the precum and wipe it on your lips, licking it off and purring before wrapping your lips around his cockhead, knowing that your moans will be translated directly to his cock.

The room is filled with obscene sounds of sucking, licking and moans muffled by where mouths are pressed, making everything more intense than it was already. Your hips grind as you feel a mustache tickling the edges of your pussy as fingers join the nose pressing near your entrance. The tongue on your clit, swirling with purpose, bringing jolts of pleasure through your body, as you feel two thick fingers pressing into you, you lose focus on the cock in your mouth and scream in pleasure. Jake is pressed deep enough that it is a vibration directly on the head of his cock and he moans similarly on Rooster’s cock.

Three pairs of hips start jerking nearly uncontrollably as the sensations fly through your bodies and Jake is the first to go, his hips pressing deeper against your mouth and throat letting his cum spill freely. You cough slightly as you were about to scream when it started, then you swallow greedily feeling the orgasm rip through your body while you taste his pleasure. As your pussy clenches tight around Bradley’s fingers his own grunt of satisfaction vibrates against your clit, prolonging your orgasm. You fall back on the bed unable to process how deeply hot that was, or how well pleasured your body is already.

Bradley sits back, pulling his fingers from you and offers them to Jake, who makes eye contact with you then Bradley as he sucks them clean of your flavors. His eyes roll back slightly in his head. “Okay, this is going to take a minute to recover from, but we are definitely going to get to the main event yet tonight, baby.” Jake murmurs as he moves up to cuddle you. Bradley moves so he’s behind Jake cuddling him and reaching past to stroke your back too.

“That was already so damn hot” you whimper. “I definitely want the main event, don’t misunderstand, but I don’t know how I’m going to live through it.”

Rooster chuckles and strokes your hair back from your face as his nibbles at Jake’s ear. “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way for all of us to survive, but you’re right, it’s going to be more intense than I’d expected.”

You meet his brown eyes and ask the question that was burning in your mind at the Hard Deck “You’re really okay with this?” You blush as you realize how very silly this sounds given what just happened.

He smiles slowly at you as his hand strokes down Jake’s side. “I am so very okay with this. And not just because it’s Jake back in bed with me, where he belongs, but now I can see that you very much belong in the bed too.” You stretch languorously as though his calloused hand had just stroked down your body, surprised that you can feel this hungry again so soon after that storm of erotic satisfaction blew through you.

“I have to say, while I never thought of Jake this way when we were younger, knowing what I know and since we reconnected, this is the most right anything has felt.” You switch your eye contact to Jake as you state this and he leans in kissing you, unable to resist the hunger and desire he sees there.

As he rolls you onto your back and starts kissing and caressing you, you feel the bed shift. You break away from Jake’s mouth long enough to say “In the bathroom, under the sink” then Jake captures your jaw in his hand and turns your face back to his kisses. You feel his cock already twitching against your thigh as he works his way down your body, taking time to really pay homage to your breasts, kissing, licking biting, and sucking, using his weight to control your body as it writhes beneath him.

“Please, Jake, I need…” your voice breaks as another wave of pleasure flows through you, from your nipple to your clit and back again.

“Yes, darlin’, what do you need?” He pulls his head up just long enough to ask, then slides a hand between your legs to draw patterns near but not into you or onto your clit while returning to your nipple.

“I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME NOW” you shriek, unable to modulate the need careening through you. Your hands are flopping around looking for any sort of purchase. Suddenly you feel hands grabbing yours and anchoring them, even as Jake’s fingers plunge into you, three at once, and his other hand is caressing your breast. Your eyes fly open, and you see Bradley’s eyes, blown with arousal staring into yours as he presses himself along Jake’s back.  “OH MY GOD” you scream as you blow apart, your brain processing that you still haven’t actually had your fantasy, but every bit leading up is even hotter than you thought.

You hear the deep rumble of male voices talking and some kissing, but only in the periphery of your awareness as the orgasm explodes through you, Jake’s hands never slowing their assault helping you ride the high as long as possible, and Bradley’s fingers intertwining with yours taking all the gripping that you’ve got, helping you keep tethered to this world even as you fly.

As you come down from the high fingers loosen from yours, then Jake pulls his fingers from you, the men sit between your thighs facing each other for a moment, sharing the flavor of you from Jake’s fingers before kissing each other again. You are struck again by how much heat and hunger is shared with the men, and how lucky you feel to be in this moment with them.

“Do you want to get in her first, do you want me to go first?” Bradley’s voice is gravely again as he is back to fully hard.

Your eyes widen as you realize that these men have already recovered enough for the main event.

“Definitely let me get in first” Jake’s voice is a little shaky as he realizes that this is happening. He takes two deep breaths to settle himself. That first round should have taken the edge off so he could last this time, but now he’s not so sure.

You open your arms in welcome as Jake settles himself between your thighs, his hard cock pushing at your soggy entrance, sliding in as though his cock belongs there and nowhere else. After he bottoms out, he rearranges limbs, fucking you slowly as he gets to his knees, hooking your legs wide and high around his torso, his knees on either side of your torso as he rocks into and out of you.

Your eyes are limpid pools of desire as you realize this is really happening. He leans back down and kisses you. Rooster opens the bottle of lube and puts some on his cock, then rubs his slick finger against Jake’s ass, rubbing circles that cause Jake’s hips to jerk out of rhythm. He pauses toward the back of his thrust, keeping his cockhead inside your hot cunt, and lifts his head to say “Stop fucking teasing me, Bradley” which was all he was waiting for, shoving his finger deep and preparing Jake’s ass for his thickness. A second finger joins the first while Jake sucks on your neck at the pulse point, staying still as you feel his cock twitching inside you and his moans vibrating against your skin. Suddenly he thrusts deep inside you and takes your mouth in a hungry kiss, thrusting three times in rapid succession before pulling back out and stilling himself with just the head of his cock in your warmth. Your hands stroke over the back of his head and hold his shoulders.

“Shhh... it’s okay, we’re going to have so much fun, Jake, thank you for doing this for me, I’m going to come so hard on your hot cock.” You are babbling now, but you can’t help it, you realize that this is going to be even better than you’d thought all those nights alone.

Bradley presses down on Jake’s back, setting up the angle even better and asks, “Are you ready?”

Jake nods against your neck and you lock eyes with Bradley as he presses his hard cock into Jake. You feel an orgasm rip through you as you feel the instant that he bottoms out in Jake and Jake starts pressing back into you. The force of two strong men fucking into you at once, but all concentrated in one cock is even more intense than you’d dreamed and you scream with completion. Jake and Bradley stop balls deep, keeping the pressure constant as your hips try to arch and buck through your orgasm. As you come back down Jake has lifted his head and his green eyes are looking into yours. “Do we keep going, love?”

“YES” You realize that you aren’t even really in your right mind anymore, but you can’t help it, you need to feel this completed.

Jake’s hands lace with yours, and then you feel more weight and added fingers and realize that Rooster has draped himself over Jake to make sure all three of you are touching as the fucking begins in earnest. The rhythm switches between Jake fucking himself off Bradley and into you and out of you and onto Bradley, and Bradley fucking Jake so hard that he’s fucking you at the same time using Jake’s cock. You lapse into multiple orgasms, just flipping from one to the next, the only thing tethering you to reality is the cock in your pussy, and the hot hands holding your hands still. Suddenly the pressure against your clit from Jake’s pelvic bone is much more intense and sustained and you flip to another level, making noises you’ve never heard from your throat before as he paints your walls with his hot cum.

Everyone collapses together for a few endless moments before you gasp “Can’t Breathe” and Bradley slowly gets himself pulled together and off Jake, his cock having softened and mostly removed itself from Jake’s ass in the intervening moments. He looks down at you and heads back into the bathroom, having found the washcloths while he was looking for the lube. He came back in with three washcloths.

Jake had moved off you kissing your shoulder. He takes the washcloth that Bradley hands him, using it to gently clean you, and get the residue of his cum that is spilling out of you cleaned up before it makes a mess on the bed. You smile into his eyes, and see a gleam hit them and realize that Bradley is using another washcloth to clean Jake up at the same time.

The intimacy of the moment is enough to make you shudder one final time settling back to earth softly and completely. Bradley goes to dump the washcloths in the hamper and Jake says “Stay, please.”